#and i would leave the peel by the trash because i wanted to see someone fall into the trash can

[bonfire-beret]

Roman roy slipping on a banana peel

[seat-safety-switch]

Are you now, or have you ever, been a member of the American Horticultural Society? If you answered in the affirmative to this question, there are several detectives down at the station who would like to talk with you about your activities over the last few weeks. Don't worry, I'm no snitch: I just want my shitboxes back.

Gardeners are nothing if not resourceful. If you go into a good-sized suburban backyard garden, you'll see trash cans getting used to protect plants. Old lawnmower-struck hose irrigating tender veggies. And CD-ROMs dangling everywhere, to alternatingly antagonize and beguile the crows into not eating all the cucumbers this year. I admire this kind of waste-not-have-not mentality, but sometimes it goes a little bit too far.

A couple months ago, there were some rumblings about "guerrilla gardeners." These rogue seedsfolx would roam the countryside, eyes peeled for opportunity to plant a garden on land they don't own. Upon finding old abandoned lots, sun-bleached traffic islands, and unattended flower beds, they would strike, stuffing innocent lands with their ovules. Soon, a gorgeous garden of hardy plants would be in that place. Pissed off the bylaw officers, who now had to deal with the beauteous, chaotic bounty of nature, rather than dead, brown grass when it came time to mow. I thought this was pretty funny, until it happened to me.

Do you know why they tell you not to leave your dog inside a car? Because it gets really hot inside a car. Sun goes into the windows, but the heat can't escape. We call this a "greenhouse effect." Do you know what else has a greenhouse effect? Fucking greenhouses do. One morning, I came out to my yard full of several dozen non-operable, shit-box automobiles to find that someone had jimmied the locks on each and every one of them. On the seats? Plants. Some were exotic hothouse varieties. Some were simply pretty flowers. And they were all growing strong, fed by the sunlight through the greasy windows, the controlled drip of rainwater through the rust holes in the roof, the iron-rich powder on the seats, and the humid rainforest atmosphere of my cars' interior. What was this town coming to?

I cleared this out, of course, placing the plants gently outside, where they belonged. Soon, even more exotic varietals of botanist-lust found their way into the cars to replace them. If I turned my back for a weekend, I'd be chopping a strange kind of vine that even Wikipedia says "I dunno" about. The local bylaw officer noticed, too, while trying to do one of her routine sweeps to see if she could get me on a technicality. Seeing the work of the guerrilla gardeners enraged her so much that I don't think she even noticed I started parking the Viscount in the neighbour's swimming pool to keep the interior safe from all but water lilies.

[solaris-amethyst]

🪻Back off! I'm married!🪻

✨Pairing: Hongjoong x gn!reader ✨Prompt: There was this trend going around where couples would test how their partner would react if being hit on by someone. I feel like Wooyoung or Hongjoong would be a lot of fun to see try this! ✨Requested by @beabatiny🫶🏻 ✨Word count: 0.9k ✨Genre: fluff, non idol au, humor, partners au ☀️Authors Note: Here is the Hongjoong version like I promised, I hope you enjoy it❣️ I tried to explain the Bae Suzy smile that went viral because that's the closest I can come up with that looks similar to what I was envisioning Hongjoong doing😅 The scene with the oranges just came to me and I had to include it🍊

You were in the kitchen, slicing up some oranges to enjoy while watching some random documentary you'd found on Netflix the other day. Humming along to the tune of beauty and the beast as your boyfriend Hongjoong entered the kitchen area.

"Hey babe." He said casually as he draped himself over your back engulfing you in a hug. "What are you doing?"

"I'm slicing up some oranges, I was gonna watch a documentary later. Why? Do you want to do something?" you question him and he nod in response.

"Yeah I saw this thing where couples test how their partner reacts if someone hit on them and I kinda wanna try it. To see how I would react." He confesses causing you to look at him.

"Really? What spurred on this?" You ask curious to know.

"Ahh well I saw a video of it and then Wooyoung told us he did it with his partner and that they had lots of fun, so I wanted to try it too." He says looking a bit shy.

"Well of course we can do it if it's something you'd want to try. Shall we do it now?"

"Let's go to the living room where we'd have more space." He says, taking the plate of orange slices you had cut up with him.

"So I should pretend to be someone else and hit on you?" You asks to make sure you have understood it correctly and he nods eagerly giving you his cute little smile.

"Yes, you just pretend to be someone else and I'll act accordingly." He says as you two get into position and right before you're about to start he quickly tells you to wait putting up his phone telling you he wanted to film it.

Once he gave you the go ahead you walked up to him trying to come up with something to say.

"Hi there beautiful. Can you help me with which drink I should buy here at the pub?" You question and he looks at you before giving you a look where he gave you a smile where his upper lip went up giving you a half awkward smile, his nose scrunching up and his eyes looking straight at you with no indication that he was actually smiling.

He looked absolutely ridiculous causing you to laugh out loud.

"Joongie what are you doing?! You look so uncomfortable." You tell him between laughs.

"I'm trying to make you disinterested in me by doing that. Did it work??" He asks.

"Well I'm sure that someone totally random would leave immediately if you did that to them." You said giving him a pat on the back.

"Go back! Let's do it again. I wanna go again!" He says and you nod, loving that he was so excited to do this with you.

You pick up the plate with orange slices walking up to him.

"Hey want to try some of these orange? I cut them up specifically for you." You tell him trying to be more low-key to see what he'd do.

"Oh thank you." He takes a slice and put it in his mouth without taking off the orange peel under it.

"So, you're pretty cute and I saw you hanging out here alone, could I get your number?" You ask with a wink before he looks at you with wide eyes. The orange in his mouth causing him to look incredibly silly with the peel showing.

"Wha-" You stop yourself just staring at him not sure what to do and he gives you an eye smile before holding up his hand in a little wave and giving you a nod.

You step away finding it a bit weird.

"Babe you look absolutely ridiculous. I'm sorry, I love you but what on earth are you doing?" you say with a snort as he takes out the orange, throwing it in the trash can.

"Best way to get people to back off is to be weird is it not. But I am getting secondhand embarrassment for myself right now." He sighs, ears turning red as he realized he made himself look like a fool just now.

"Well if it makes you feel better I did find you cute in a weird way." You give him a kiss on the cheek before flirting with him again.

"I need your help, I need a big strong man to help me move all of these boxes here and you are the man for this job!" You force yourself into his personal space leaning onto him.

"Ummm sorry I am not big nor strong. Ask someone else." He says awkwardly, trying to push you off him.

"No! I need you no one else! We'd be perfect for each other!"

"Ah! No! I got a partner sorry!!" He manages to get out of your grip. But you won't let go that easily.

"I'm 100% better than your partner, I promise. I'll give you what you want!"

"NO! See!!!" He holds up his hand showing his ringfinger pointing to the promise ring the two of you had gotten each other on your 8th year anniversary. "I'm married!!! Back off please!!!" He points aggressively towards the ring causing you to back off with a Okay I'm sorry.

He then goes up to you giving you a big hug. One which you return happily.

"I think you don't have to worry at all babe. You did great." You tell him as he looks at you with those sparkling eyes of his and that cute little smile.

"Thank you for doing this with me."

"I'd always wanna do things like this with you Joongie, it's fun to relax and play around. But now, maybe we can sit down and cuddle, eat some orange slices and watch a movie or something." You say which he nods to.

"Gladly my love."

[violetspots-2007]

Part 2 to that Welcome Home Incorrect Quotes post I made, like, a year ago. Wow how productive of me.

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Poppy: Good morning.

Julie: Good morning.

Eddie: Good morning.

Barnaby: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

Sally: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!

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Barnaby, holding in their laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing?

Frank: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic human language.

Barnaby:

Barnaby: Water you doing?

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Julie, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.

Frank: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

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Wally: Good. Thanks, dad.

Poppy: You just called Eddie “dad”. You just said “thanks, dad.”

Wally: What? No, I didn’t. I said “thanks, man”.

Eddie: Do you see me as a father figure, Wally?

Wally: No. If anything I see you as a bother figure ‘cause you’re always bothering me.

Howdy: Hey! Show your father some respect!

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Howdy: *on the phone* Just snap his kneecaps and he’ll talk, I’m at a parent teacher conference.

Howdy: Anyways, you said Wally is enjoying finger painting! That's great.

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Eddie: Shouldn't get stressed out, it's not good for the baby.

Wally: What baby?

Eddie, crying a bit: Me.

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Wally: The shadow realm? No, I’m sending you to Ohio!

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Howdy: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?

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Frank, looking at a selfie of Wally's: I hate this photo.

Wally: I’m cute as fuck in that photo! I’m smiling kindly.

Frank: You’re not smiling kindly; you look like you’re up to something.

Wally: Up to kindness.

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*at a zoo*

Julie: What are they in for?

Frank: Julie, this isn't prison.

Julie: So they can leave?

Frank: No, but-

Julie, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

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Poppy: Fine! Judge all you want but...

Poppy, points at Sally: Married a lesbian.

Poppy, points at Julie: Left a man at the altar.

Poppy, points at Wally: Fell in love with a gay ice dancer.

Poppy, points at Barnaby: Threw a girl’s wooden leg in a fire.

Poppy, points at Howdy: Lives in a box!

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Julie: Frank and I are so close we even share a toothbrush.

Frank: We what?

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Wally: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face.

Barnaby:

Barnaby: I like you.

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Eddie: I think I'm falling for you.

Frank: Then get up.

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Julie: Why do you act like we’re three year olds?

Frank, exasperated: WHY?!?

Frank points at Barnaby: YOU TRIED TO HYJACK A CAR!

Frank points at Wally: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CARPARK!

Frank points at Julie: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND!

Frank: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????

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Howdy: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.

Frank: Oh. We're going out?

Howdy: Wh…

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Wally: *gets set on fire and screams in agony*

Wally: Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.

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Sally: I need 28 lightbulbs for 28 ducks.

Howdy: Ducks can’t eat lightbulbs?

Barnaby: I think that’s the point.

Sally: Exactly. I want my ducks to glow so I can find them.

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Julie: Wasn't icarly that guy that girlbossed too close to the sun because he was down for Apollo?

Frank: ICARUS?

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*at an awards show*

Poppy: Can I carry you on my back like Eddie did?

Wally: I don't think Barnaby would like that.

Poppy: *pouts*

*Later*

Poppy: *carrying Wally on their back*

Barnaby: What the hell??

Wally: What was I supposed to do? Say no?

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Frank: I have very high standards, you know.

Eddie: I can make spaghetti...

Frank: Oh no! You're meeting all my standards!

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Wally: I’ve been here in jail so long I think I’ve lost my mind.

Wally: The days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months.

Wally: How long have I been in here now? Almost a year?

Barnaby: This is Monopoly.

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Wally: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?

Barnaby: *crouches down*

Frank: *kneels down*

Poppy: *sits on the floor*

Wally:

Wally: I hate all of you.

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*Sally is crying after a breakup*

Eddie: There there, Sally.

Sally, still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room?

Eddie: Great question—

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Barnaby, knocking on the door: Howdy, open up!

Howdy: It all started when I was a kid.

Barnaby: That’s not what I-

Sally: Let them finish!

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Julie, on a random band name generator: Oooo! They Might Be Depressed Horses! That about sums up my friend group.

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Julie: War is heck!

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Sally: What’s it like being tall?

Sally: Is it nice?

Sally: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Poppy: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.

Wally: It was one time!

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Howdy: Last night I found out Barnaby is a sleep talker.

Poppy: Oh, really?

Howdy: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right. In. My. Ear. At 3am.

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Wally: Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey!

Poppy: But I'm a vegan.

Wally: Wakey Wakey Vegetables and Sadness.

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Howdy: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life.

Sally: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back...

Julie: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.

Eddie: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years.

Barnaby: I knew I lost that potential somewhere.

Wally: Mental stability, my old friend!

Howdy: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

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Frank, looking over Wally’s shoulder: You can draw?

Wally, stopping what they were doing: You can speak?

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Wally, near tears: Please, Neighbor, I don’t speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' is!

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Julie: A party is a celebration of a life, bringing people together to let the guest of honor know how much they’re loved. Frank has done so much for us. This is our chance to do something for them.

Eddie: By forcing them to have fun at a party that they don’t want to be at?

Julie: I knew you’d understand.

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Wally: Julie noticed only today that they can label their email inboxes, but they took apart their entire bloody laptop two weeks ago.

Sally: This reminds me of the Julie who couldn’t turn on the coffee maker, but remembers about 500 digits of pi.

Wally: I’ll be delighted to inform you that this is the very same Julie.

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Julie: What do I get?

Sally: A night of fashion, mischief, mayhem, and possible death.

Julie: Ooh, check, check, and check; not sure about that last one.

Sally: It won't be you.

Julie: I'll get my coat.

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Wally: My crush isn’t picking up on my hints.

Barnaby: What hints have you given them?

Wally: Well, I think about them a lot.

Wally: And sometimes I even think about talking to them.

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Poppy: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

Julie: How can you still say that?

Poppy: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

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Julie: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons.

Barnaby, deadpan: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks.

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Wally: I'm not a morning person. I'm barely even a person.

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Julie, holding a scooter: Poppy! Can I go outside and play with this?

Poppy: Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay?

Julie, running outside: Thanks Poppy!

Poppy, running out after them and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY!

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Sally: ....Thou shalt not marry each other, for thy art both sinful...

Frank: I just wanna fucking marry Eddie!!

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Eddie: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Julie: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.

Wally: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.

Sally: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

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Frank: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.

Frank, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.

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I did it :D

[lilacliquors]

Heyo, so I baked some cupcakes this week, cause I have many sweet tooths. So, the reader is working at Bought and eating a cupcake and Homelander kisses her lips because there was leftover icing all over.

i'm so jealous of you, nonnie. cupcakes always hit the spot. i hope you enjoyed them <3

all day, you'd been craving something sweet, but you weren't sure what. and that was the worst part. sure, you had a candy drawer in your desk, but jellybeans and toffees would have gotten stuck in your teeth. bad idea, especially with a meeting later.

your saving grace came when you were on your way to said meeting, and your coworker walked by with a large box. you recognized the packaging instantly: it was from the bakery down the street.

"hey!" she greeted you, stopping to open up the box. inside were a few rows of beautifully decorated cupcakes, alternating yellow and chocolate cake.

"oh, i can have one?" you asked, and she smiled.

"of course! help yourself. everyone loves a deluca cupcake," she said. you nodded in agreement and carefully plucked a yellow cake cupcake from the box, and with a smile of thanks, you turned and hurried back down the hall.

you peeled the wrapper away and tossed it into a nearby trashcan, cupped your free hand under the cupcake, and began to bite into it. yellow cake was less likely to get stuck in your teeth, so you ate it without worry. the icing was vanilla buttercream, a simple yet delicious classic, and you almost didn't want to eat the carefully frosted butterfly. but since you were almost to the conference room, you didn't have much choice.

you finished up the cupcake just before the doors, and as you brushed your hands off in the nearby trash, you heard footsteps approaching you.

"there you are. i was beginning to worry."

you turned around, and there was the homelander, all smiles as he walked over to you. you fanned your hand in front of your mouth and held up one finger, as you were still chewing, and he chuckled.

he practically caged you against the wall, gazing down at you as you swallowed the last bit of cake in your mouth.

"john, not here. someone could see ... " you whispered, but he shook his head.

"but i'm so happy to see you. oh ... wait a minute, looks like you've got something ..."

he leaned down and captured your lips in a tender kiss. your heart hammered in your chest, but then you remembered his super hearing. he wouldn't let anyone catch you. not at work.

when he pulled away, his smile was soft, and he traced his lips with the tip of his tongue.

"vanilla buttercream. simple, yet classic," was all he said before he disappeared into the conference room, leaving you a flustered mess out in the hall.

[angelsanarchy]

Tangerine Skies: Possum x Y/N Series CH 4

Tagging: @svgarcaine @icarus-star @romanroyapoligist @tempt-ress @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp @liquidsmoothdomme @auggiethecreator @ethical-cain-vinnel @blacksoul-27

TW: Fucking, P n V, Fingering, Squirting

"Wait, John! Where did my tips go?" Y/n looked for the jar that sat on the countertop.

"You know those have to be split." He snorted.

"I'm the only person working doubles. Who the hell am I splitting them with?" She asked confused and he held up the cash in his hand.

"You know the rules darlin'. I let you work here, you've got to pay me." She hated John. He was a scummy, perverted trash goblin who constantly took advantage of the women who worked at the diner. The one time he made a pass at her, she almost broke his wrist and threatened to cut his pecker off if he ever tried again. Now he's an absolute prick about paying her.

"This is bullshit and you know it." She took her apron off and tossed it on the counter.

"You could always quit. Plenty of broads around here looking for pocket change." Y/n gave John the finger before getting in her car and heading back to the campsite. She must have startled Possum because he ran out of his tent with wide eyes.

"I thought you were a cop...sorry." He admitted. Y/n ignored him and stormed into the RV. Possum stood confused until she burst back out of the RV with a change of clothes in her hands and slammed them down on the picnic table.

"I'm so fucking sick and tired of having to put up with the bastards of this stupid town and making it seem like anyone who wasn't spit out here is some sort of loser." She tore her nametag off her blouse and Possum continued to stand silently, listening to her rant.

"I work really fucking hard to be able to live how I live and all I wanted was to save enough for me to get out of here and back on the road for my next adventure." She kicked her shoes off and started to take her pantyhose off.

"I shouldn't have to work twice as hard because I have goals beyond this place. It's not fair." She started undoing the buttons of the uniform and Possum's eyebrows went up. She peeled the uniform off and stood in her bra and panties now as she raged.

"Why does it seem like I'll never get out of here? Why is it acceptable for perverts to hold the power of a paycheck over someone's head?" She stepped into a pair of shorts and Possum nodded his head.

"Sounds like you had a bad day." He finally spoke lighting a joint.

"I did. I had the worst day and I wanted to quit so bad but I only need another grand before I can get out of here and go where with enough gas." Y/n explained throwing a big shirt over her head.

"I can't help with that but I can certainly help take the edge off." He held up the joint and walked it towards her. She slouched feeling the tension leave her shoulders and Possum smiled, reaching up and pulling her hair down so she was now fully relaxed. Y/n shook her hair out and Possum laughed. She liked to see him smile. She took the joint from his hand and took a long drag of it, stepping back and looking him over.

"How high are you right now?" She asked curiously.

"I'm lucid...why?" He asked equally curious about her questioning. She moved towards him carefully and extended her hand with the joint in it but when he reached for it, she pulled it back towards herself slowly causing him to step towards her. She used her free hand to touch his neck and kiss him carefully. Possum moaned against her lips for a few moments before pulling back.

"Would you object to taking the edge off a different way?" Y/n pitched. Possum moved his lips trying to form words but then made a noise like he was trying to calculate something in his head.

"Are you suggesting that we fuck?" Possum asked casually. Y/n nodded her head and Possum mimicked her nod.

"Yeah yeah that could work." He was the one to grab her this time, taking her by surprise as he kissed her once more. Running his hands up the front of her shirt and gripping her breasts roughly. Y/n felt him backing her into the picnic table until her legs hit it.

"W-wait, the joint." She held it up and ashed it out on the table and put it in his pocket before pulling his vest off. Y/n yanked her shirt over her head and Possum picked her up off her feet by surprise.

Possum buried his face into her tits, still tightly snug in her bra. He sat down on the picnic table and brought her to straddle his waist.

"You don't- you don't want to fuck in the RV?" Y/n asked breathlessly.

"No I enjoy being outside, in nature." He unclasped the bra and let her tits fall into his hands, cupping them and bringing them to his mouth to suckle and bite. Y/n moaned, throwing her back to expose her neck. She could feel Possum hard beneath her and she put her hand down to rub him through his jeans.

Possum stopped abruptly.

"I did this backwards." Possum confessed standing back up and putting her on her feet. She wasn't sure what he was talking about until he started to undress himself. He yanked his shirt over his head and Y/n pushed her shorts to the ground before reaching forward and pulling his jeans to his ankles. He pulled her by the waist towards him as he shuffled his feet now trapped by his jeans and boots. He spun her around to grip the table and pressed himself against her ass.

"Fuck...go slow, I haven't...I haven't done this in a while." Y/n was nervous. Possum's length alone would be a new sensation. He ran his tongue down her back leaving little bite marks on her bare ass cheek before reaching between her legs and feeling how wet she was.

"I won't hurt you. I promise." Possum kissed at her neck, letting his cock rub against her skin before using a free hand to bring his cock to her pussy. He eased in slowly feeling her tense slightly and reaching back to touch his thigh. He cooed in her ear making sure to stay at the pace she wanted him to before he had finally made it most of the way inside of her.

"Fuck you're so big. I feel so full." Possum let his hand fall on top of hers as it rested on his thigh.

"That's a good full right? No pain?" Possum asked making her turn her head to see him.

"God no it feels good. Really good. You can move, please." Y/n begged. Possum took her breasts into his hands from behind and tried to keep a tight grip on them as he started shallow thrusts. He groaned and waited for her to push back onto his cock before he really started pistoning his hips upwards.

"Fuck! FUCK! You're so fucking tight." Possum whined trying to catch his breath. Y/n didn't hide her moans. Possum was right. Fucking outdoors was liberating. She could feel everything all at once and she fucking loved it.

"Fuck, fucking fuck." Possum's pace was becoming sloppy and he pulled out suddenly, making Y/n gasp as he pushed his hand in the middle of her back so he could cum all over her ass, shooting nearly halfway up her spine. He shuttered, stroking his cock carefully, pulling every drop of cum out of himself before using his finger to slide his cum off her skin and onto his fingers. Y/n wasn't expecting to finish but when Possum replaced his cock with his two cum-covered fingers.

"Oh fuck Possum, don't stop." He used this as motivation to spin her around and use his thumb on her clit as he continued to pulse his fingers in and out of her pussy. She gripped him by the shoulders and he leaned against her, letting her pull on his hair and bit his collarbone until her legs started to wobbling and she was squirting down his wrist, screaming. He slowed his hand down, not stopping completely until she put her shaking hand on top of his to halt all movement.

"I've never...I've never done that before." Y/n blushed. She had never actually squirted before or really cum without helping herself along. She blushed and Possum smiled.

"I can show you how to do it all the time if you want." Possum offered and Y/n laughed.

"Right now, I just want the feeling back in my legs first." Possum used his shirt to wipe the cum off her and clean himself up. As they put themselves back together, Possum re-lit the joint and sat down next to the fire he had built early. Y/n walked onto the RV and grabbed a blanket to wrap around herself before plopping down next to Possum with a smile. He silently held out the joint again and she took it, shaking her head.

This was the kind of evening unwinding she wished she had every night.

[idontplaytrack]

✧ Baby, don’t be crazy

Jos Cleary-Lopez x fem! reader(married au)

Warnings: mentions and descriptions of sickness, coarse language, Jos gets angry/annoyed at reader, mentions/slight descriptions of age regression from past trauma

“Fine. I don’t get why you always have to be so stubborn.”

6pm, Jos gets home from work. Excited to see you after a busy, busy shift. She doesn’t see you in the living room so she walked to the bedroom— the one you and Jos shared, but nope. You weren’t there either. Then she notices that the door to the guest room was left ajar, Jos found it strange since it was always closed.

She pushes the door open and saw you sleeping in the bed. “Hey.”

You stirred in your sleep, eyes peeling open. “Oh.” You murmured.

“Why are you sleeping in here?” Jos asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Get away from me.” You replied, “I’m sick.”

Jos squints, “y/n…”

“Go away.” You swallowed painfully, voice shaky as you spoke, “Don’t want to get you sick.”

“Come on.” Jos scoffs, “I don’t care and you know that.”

You simply turned away from her and faced the wall instead. She sighs. “Baby, don’t be crazy, come on. Let me—”

“Jos, please just leave me alone.”

Both defeated and annoyed, Jos leaves the room, “Fine. I don’t get why you always have to be so stubborn.”

Jos then goes to take a shower to freshen up while you tried to sleep off your cold, or whatever the hell it was that’s decided to knock you on your ass. You simply didn’t want to risk getting her sick too so that at least one of you could work. But Jos, she was worried and sometimes had a terrible way of showing it. Her annoyance was probably due to the fact that she was tired after working all day, so you knew not to take it to heart. However, it still stung, especially since you were always extra sensitive while sick. You didn't see her again for awhile— since you were in the guest room and she was anywhere but there. Just like you'd wanted her to be. No, actually, you so wanted to have her hold you but like Jos had said, you were a stubborn one.

You managed to drift off to sleep but was awoken by the sound of someone walking into the room. You didn't open your eyes, but a nasty coughing fit had you gagging. It got so uncomfortable for you to even just lay there so you sat up as quickly as you could. "Great, you're in here again."

"How bad is your fever?"

"Not that bad."

"Your voice is as good as gone, y/n." Jos points out, "Your throat's swollen, isn't it?"

"Wouldn't be the first time." You sniffled.

"Would you just let me take you to go see a doctor?"

"No."

"Why not?"

You winced in pain swallowing your spit, "Because, I know they'll give me antibiotics and that makes me throw up. I don't want—"

Jos sat down in front of you, exhaling harshly while looking at you and raising her brows, "Open your mouth, let me take a look at what we're dealing with here."

You didn't budge. "y/n." She warns, "Please?"

Since the room was dark, she has you close your eyes then used the flashlight from her phone to look at your throat. "Babe, your tonsils are crazy red and swollen. I don't think that's gonna go away on its own if you're not sure how you got this in the first place." Jos' gaze softens, studying your face with worried eyes as she felt your forehead with the back of her hand. "Let's go, okay? Come on."

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You were 100% right. Well, technically, so was Jos because you definitely needed the medication for it to improve. Finally back home almost two hours later, you tossed the face mask in the trash and trudged upstairs to get ready for a shower. "Just hop in the shower, I'll get the stuff ready for you when you get out." Jos says while you walked up the stairs. "Okay." You answered simply.

"Do you want me to help you?"

"No."

While you freshened up, she got your clothes ready and went to make you a cup of soup just so you had a little something in your stomach before consuming the medication. Also while waiting for you, Jos got started on laundry after changing out of her current outfit.

After a short while, you were out of the shower and she tells you to eat the soup. You complied, having no energy to argue. Of course, she was relieved you were eating, but still visibly worried, maybe even annoyed to you. "Sorry." You mumbled.

Jos locked eyes with you. But, she doesn't say a thing. “Jos…”

“You know what? Just— don’t talk right now and focus on finishing your food.” She says hurriedly, with that, she was removing your meds from the little plastic bag that the pharmacy had put them in. Even just looking at them made your stomach churn. You shifted uncomfortably on your seat, somehow feeling that she was upset with you. You could just feel the vibe and she looked pissed off.

You ate in silence until you couldn’t take it anymore. Tears just spilled from your eyes after being reminded of how things were like whenever you fell ill when you were younger. Always, whoever was taking care of you would always be annoyed that they had to take care of you. It was like a freaking switch just went off it your head and you automatically burst into tears.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, putting down your spoon, “‘m sorry.”

You hear Jos turning around, the stool creaked. “Hey, what’s the matter?” She asks

“Please don’t be mad at me, ‘m sorry.” You repeated, sniffling.

“I’m not mad at you.” She says softly.

“But you are.” You insisted, voice quivering.

Shit. Jos felt terrible that she’d made you cry.

“Baby, I’m not mad at you, I promise. I’m just having some very bad cramps so I’m quite irritated by that. Not you.” She explained. And when you didn’t stop crying, alarm bells literally went off in her head. It was something else, something more serious than her own behaviour. She was stumped by your current behaviour for a good minute until she’d finally thought of something. The fact that you were still sobbing the way you were after what must’ve been nearly three minutes. You’ve never been like this— not with her, at least.

“I want you to look at me, baby.” Her voice softens further, her hand goes up your cheek and you melt into it. You followed suit, once again abandoning your spoon. “I’m not mad at you, alright? I’m just not in a good mood because work wasn’t very good today and I shouldn’t have been taking it out on you like this.”

You looked right at her with big, glossy eyes of your own as you blinked, “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, “I’m sorry you didn’t have a good day at work.”

Jos paid close attention to how you were talking, and judging by the fact that you could feed yourself, you couldn’t have regressed to that much earlier of a state of mind. For whatever reason, curiosity got the best of her and she decides to ask, “Hey. Your birthday’s coming up.”

You nodded, blinking profusely to get rid of the tears.

“How old are you gonna be?”

“You know it, Josie.”

She hasn’t heard that nickname since you two were —

“Fourteen.” You chuckled, amused by her pondering face.

That’s it. She got her answer, and was relieved you were okay, and it wasn’t entirely her fault. She knew what went on at home for you whenever you fell sick. Age regression wasn’t something that Jos really knew much about, she understood what it was and why some people experience it but never has to deal with it firsthand. Anyway, whatever questions she still had about it was quickly shoved aside so she could get you to take your meds and into bed for the night. First, you had a probiotic to take, to help with the sick feeling that could come later after the antibiotics. Then, it was the latter. “Ready for bed?” She asks after you’d taken the fever reducer as well.

“Mhm.” You nodded.

“Go brush your teeth then I’ll be in for cuddles.” She smiled, smooching you on the cheek.

“Alrighty.”

She washed the dishes pretty quickly, then was with you within the next two or so minutes. You were still you, but it was clear as day to her that you had no idea you’d regressed. She also had no idea how you’d ‘come out’ of a quote-unquote episode.

“How’s your tummy?”

“It’s okay.” You sighed softly, snuggling up against her chest, fingertips tracing random shapes it.

“Remember there’s a trashcan on your side of the bed if you need it, okay?” Jos reminded you, “Don’t make yourself hold it. If you need me, wake me up and I’ll be right here with you, my love. Hm?”

“‘mkay…” You mumbled incoherently, “You’ll stay right here with me?”

“Yes I will.” Jos promised you wholeheartedly.

You slurred, eyes drooping shut, unable to fight the sleepiness, “Thank you…”

“No need to thank me.” She presses a kiss to the side of your head, “Sleep tight, y/n.”

“Night, Josie.” You said back, smiling to yourself as you drifted off to sleep.

“Good night, baby. I love you.”

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💭A/N: It’s 1:17am so I haven’t proofread this, but here is a fic (finally), as promised. Excuse the shitty spacing this oneshot had. Honestly putting it anywhere else didn’t make sense so I just left it.

[creamypudding]

AkuRoku WIP

I'm working on a new AkuRoku fic and as I'm getting toward the end of the 1st draft I'm getting excited and want to share the first chapter.

Glorious Hell (Working Title)

Chapter 1 -

The last of the kids have been picked up by their parents and there is nothing left but to mop the floors, straighten the pews, hunt for missed trash, and snuff out the candles before turning in for the night.

Lea takes his sweet ass time, savoring the solitude. If he stays out long enough, Ansem will be asleep in the rectory, which saves him getting quizzed on bible verses, or having to plan for the next day ahead.

Tomorrow can wait, which is something he always tries to sell to Ansem, but the man can’t chill for a second. Lea wonders if he’ll be the same when he’s old and closer to meeting his maker.

A strong gust of wind blows one of the heavy-set westerly doors open, sending it banging against the stone wall. One of the kids must’n't have shut it properly. The candles all start to flicker and some blow out completely.

‘Thank you, lord, for giving me a hand,’ he thinks. ‘But I’m in no rush,’ he adds.

The wind rattles the whole building. Rain pelts against the windows and comes in through the opening. Lea reaches the other end and puts his shoulder against the door, slowly pushing it shut. Before he closes it all the way he peers out into the night, making out the battered and bent trees in the park and their quaking leaves. 

Lightning flashes, illuminating a figure running toward the church. Lea sticks his head past the threshold of the door and calls, ”Hurry.” He waves in case the sodden soul isn't able to hear him.

The person runs quicker and zooms past Lea, entering the dry sanctuary. Rubber soles squeak as the person comes to a stop. They stoop, bracing hands on knees and pant sharply. “Th-thanks.”

“You’re very welcome,” Lea says with a smile. “I’m glad to offer you shelter from this storm.” He turns away to shut the door, and securely latches this time around. He needs to remind the kids how to properly exit the church. He turns toward his guest. “I can't offer you anything except for shelter though. But stay for as long as you need.”

“Thanks.” The person straightens, peels off the sodden jacket’s hood, and turns around revealing golden hair, short of stature, fair faced, black… black eye—

Lea’s heart stops. His jaw drops. Ringing in his ears takes away the sound of rain and the voice which is clearly leaving—

“Ven—” Lea whispers with his last remaining breath. His vision speckles.

Ventus steps closer, looking concerned. His black eye is the color of death.

Lea’s world starts to spin as the ringing in his ears hits a fevered pitch. The grand church hall diminishes and there is nothing but darkness that surrounds Lea and Ventus, until even Ven gets swallowed by the abyss.

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Something wet drips on his face. Lea grimaces and opens his eyes. A face is way too close. Big blue eyes stare down at him.

“Are you okay?”

 Lea jerks and uses his hands and feet to scooch out from under the other man. He gets a clear view of the church ceiling. 

Is he… on the floor? “Wh-what happened?” He raises onto his elbows.

“You collapsed. But I managed to catch you before you cracked your head open.”

The voice is all wrong. Lea looks—stares—at Ventus. His hair’s cut short. It’s not so wild and shaggy. His eye… oh, God, his eye! “Ven… Ventus. What… I thought you were—”

“Uh, I’m sorry, you got me mistaken for someone else.” The man stands up from his crouched position. “My name’s Roxas. I’m… I only just arrived in town. Are you alright?”

Not… Ven? He feels immense relief, because otherwise he’d be seeing ghosts, which would be a concern all its own. Lea plants his hands on the ground, gets his feet under himself, and gets up, slowly. It’s like he’s been run over. 

Ventus—no—Roxas, Lea shakes his head—is at his side, stabilizing him up by holding him at the elbow. He’s so damn short… like Ven…

“Thank you. Sorry to scare you. I’m fine.” Lea pulls out of the supportive hold and steps—stumbles—backward but catches himself.

“You sure?” The other man comes after him, like a hungry demon feeding off tortured souls and seeing a smorgasbord in Lea. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Lea grounds himself by literally looking at the ground and breathes deep. He’s fine. All of this is fine. He's just tired. Tired of mopping the floors. Is that water on the marble ground? How’d he miss that?

He pulls his gaze up off the floor, only to be assaulted by the vision before him. The resemblance is uncanny. Is this a test from God? A reminder? A punishment? 

“Here, let me help you take a seat. You're looking pale.” The man takes a step closer and reaches for Lea, who feels feeble. But not enough to not be able to walk himself ten steps to a pew.

“I’m okay.” He shakes off the help, which follows him closely like he’s a frail octogenarian. He might as well be the way he’s shuffling to the closest row of pews.

The ringing in his ears ebbs and flows. It’s worse when he looks at the other man—seriously, that’s not Ventus? What the fuck?—’Sorry, God.’ But that’s really not Ven? He needs to sit, and he does, breathing out deeply and leaning his elbows on the row before him so he can rest his head on his arms and look at nothing for a minute.

“You sure you’re okay? Want me to call for some help?”

“I’ll be okay. Just… a long day. Th-thank you for your kindness in helping me.” That’s the right thing to say, right? One haunting experience and he forgets all his training? Who is this guy and why’s he even here? No one comes to church this late at night if they aren't lost or seeking solace.

Lea finds strength in that—in connecting with his purpose. He manages to look over at the guy. “How can I help you, my child?”

“Uh… I’m okay. I just came in here to get out of the rain. Hope that’s okay. You look like you were closing. Sorry for barging in.”

‘Ahhh, so that's it,’ Lea thinks. “The church is always open to those in need, and anyone caught out in this rain qualifies as being in need.” Lea smiles. It hurts to look at the other man. The black eye is like a punch to the gut and makes bile rise into his throat.

“Yeah. Thanks. Sorry for making your floors all wet.” The man is dripping water everywhere. It runs from his plastered down hair, down his brows and nose, and drips from his chin. His clothes are saturated as well and a puddle forms under his sodden shoes.

So that’s the culprit. Will the floors dry themselves? They better. He’s done. But where’re his manners? “Let me get you a towel.”

“Oh, no. Don't trouble yourself. I’ll be out of here when the rain eases up a bit.”

That’s a relief. Lea relaxes in his seat… as much as he can. Pew’s are the worst thing to sit on. “And where are you in such a hurry to get to on a night like this? You said you were new in town? Sit.” Lea scooches over and makes space on the pew. He’s got to get to the bottom of this.

“Oh, no. I wouldn't want to get the seat wet.”

“It’s fine. They could probably do with a bit of cleaning anyway.” He smiles. Just because it hurts and is weird doesn't mean he can't be welcoming to this stranger. He really is a stranger, right? Or is this one of those ‘amnesia’ cases? His heart aches thinking about it.

“Okay, thanks.” The man takes a seat and unzips his jacket. He’s got an oddly shaped hard-shell leather case under there which he carefully puts on the pew in the space between them. He peels his jacket off as he talks, “I’m here to visit my grandma.”

“What’s her name? Maybe I know her.”

“Oh, you definitely would. Her name’s Madge Monroe.”

“Ahh, Madge. Yes. Avid bridge player at the Tuesday night socials. Devoted church-goer. She always sits closest to the center aisle, second row from the front.” Lea points. 

“She loves church.”

Lea nods. “Are you here for a social visit?”

The man shrugs. “I haven't seen her in years. I was thinking of staying a while. See if she needs anything.”

Lea’s never known Madge to need anything or anyone other than her own company and the extracurricular activities she enjoys. Maybe this means this man will move on quickly. “She’ll be pleased to see you. Does she know you’re here? You know the way?”

“Yeah. I have the address. Mom rang her to let her know I would be visiting.”

“You came on foot through the park. Did you get here by bus?”

“Yeah.”

“Where did you come from?” he asks more directly. He’s gotta know where this ghost’s come from.

“Grafdale. You probably never heard of it.”

Well, shit. “I have actually. I lived around Erast.”

“Oh really?”

Lea nods. “It’s a long way to come for a visit. You must be exhausted.”

“Yeah. You could say that.”

“Are you alright? Your eye…” Lea points to his own eye for emphasis, getting to the question burning in his soul.

“Oh… that? Does it still look bad? It happened a couple days ago.” 

“It’s… bruised alright.” He can't fight the grimace and has to look away and breathe.

The man clicks his tongue. “Does it look bad enough that my grandma would freak out?”

Lea smirks and sid-eyes the other man. “Maybe.” The casual attitude about the black eye eases the tightness in his chest though it still twists his gut.

“Shit.” The frown turns into a wide-eyed shock. “Sorry.”

Lea waves it away. “God doesn't mind, but don't let Father Ansem hear.”

“He’s still here?”

“Yeah. Do you know him? Does dear old Madge talk about him much?”

“I, uh… remember him from when my mom and I stayed with grandma for like a year. Grandma made us go to church.”

Lea chuckles. “That she would. And yeah, he’s still here. I’m sure he would remember you too. He’s old as the hills with a memory as sharp as a tac. But… your eye?”

“Oh, yeah. That. Someone tried to steal my camera while I was waiting at a bus interchange. I got into a scrap.”

“Looks like you kept your camera.” Lea directs his gaze to the object sitting on the pew between them.

“Yeah. The guy elbowed me in the face—that’s how I ended up with this eye. But he ended up with a lot worse—” Something proud and pompous twitches across the man’s lips. It’s quickly wiped away. “I mean… I got him arrested. That’s all.”

Lea chuckles, already not believing that’s all that happened. “All good. Everything you say to a priest is in strict confidence. You will never be judged. Not by me anyway. God will do that when the time calls for it.”

The man gives a sliver of a smile and the conversation stops. The rain is still coming down hard outside. The wind howls through a gap somewhere in the distance.

Well, this feels awkward. Lea’s just chilling with a phantom of his past. He silently prays for the rain to piss off, but a crack of thunder rumbles in defiance.

‘Fine, God, have it your way.’ Lea turns squarely to look at this guy. His heart skips a beat. He’s the spitting image of Ven. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck. What’s he going to talk about? He looks around. “You like photography?” 

“Yeah. I do.”

Like squeezing blood from a stone. Does this guy ever talk more than a couple of words at a time? He recalls Ansem telling him to ask the right questions, or to give something of himself first. “I’ve tried taking photos, but I get more of my fingers in the frame than anything else. So I’ve given up.”

The man chuckles. “You just need to take your time with it and see everything in the frame before pushing the shutter.”

Lea nods. “You don't have anything else with you?” He can’t see any other possessions. “Coming such a long way as you did.”

“Oh, uh… I had a suitcase, but when that guy jumped me and I caught him and took him to security, who then called the police… well… in all that mess I…” He laughs, drawn-out and thin and rubs his face. “Someone stole my suitcase instead.” 

Lea huffs, biting down the sick laugh threatening to bubble up. “That’s unfortunate.”

“Clothes I can replace easy enough. Cameras cost a fortune. And I have my laptop in my backpack, which I still have. I put it in a locker at the bus depot. Didn't want it to get wet.”

“Smart move.”

The conversation lulls again. They sit in silence, listening to the rain. It’s not letting up. The man sighs and looks toward the door. 

Lea feels that acutely. He’d much rather be in bed right about now. “It will ease up with time.”

“It’s getting really late. I probably shouldn't wake my grandma up.”

“You don't think she would be up, worried about you if you don't go to her?”

“With the whole police thing I missed my bus and I’m a day late already anyway. Mom let her know I’d be in later and that I would call her, so she shouldn't be worried.”

“Alright then.” He probably should offer some kind of suggestion. The guy can’t stay in the church all night. It’s cold and drafty. “Well, might I suggest the Kelna Youth Hostel? They’re open until midnight, so you still have an hour to get there. Hopefully the rain will ease before then. And… if all else fails…” is he seriously about to suggest this? ‘Please God, let Roxas decline’, “you are welcome in the rectory. We have a sofa. It’s not the most comfortable for sleeping, but you would fit on it better than I do, so it might be sufficient.”

“Thanks, Father… um…”

“Lea.”

“Thanks, Father Lea.” A weary, but warm smile is given.

If looks could kill… Lea turns away. He gets up. “I’ll resume my duties. Stay here until a time that suits you.”

Lea goes back to work snuffing out candles, picking up litter, and straightening the pews. He also makes sure the holy water is topped up and the incense is ready for tomorrow. As he goes about his work it’s hard not to cast glances over to the church guest. 

Roxas, huh. 

The resemblance is uncanny. Did Ventus have a brother? He never mentioned one. He never mentioned family in Kelna or living in, or passing through Grafdale. From what he was able to get out of the other man, he’s doubtful Roxas has amnesia. A small part of him wishes that he did.

The rain reduces significantly at one point and the man gets up and makes ready to leave. 

Lea calls to him to wait a moment and walks over to him. “While it looks like God is smiling on you and letting you be on your way, I still think you should take this.” He holds out an umbrella. “The hostel is to the left of the church, two blocks up.”

“Oh, thank you.” The man takes the umbrella. “And thanks for the directions. Thanks for letting me stay.”

“I hope to see you in church on Sunday, with our lovely Madge.”

The other man nods and smiles and leaves without another word. Lea stares after where the man disappeared through the door for a long while, unable to shake that face. That eye. He remembers it too vividly: the blood, the crunch of bones, the swollen, disfigured mess. He shuts his eyes. Why did he encourage Roxas to come to church? He hopes he won’t see him, but fears Madge’s tenacity may bring ruin to him.

[diamondintherioux]

9/5/24

6 months post op

Well ladies and gentlemen, we made it. Six. Months. Post. Op. Wow. What a journey it has been. I feel like I’ve lived 3 different lives.

This new body has given me what I always knew I had, shape. Real feminine shape that makes clothes actually fit my body. It’s crazy to think how diet and exercise truly couldn’t give me this body. I feel like I’m a butterfly floating through life. My jean size is smaller than what I wore in high school (granted I do think sizes are “bigger” nowadays.)

It’s peak* week for me because next week I’m leaving for vacation but I’m already thinking about what I’m going to do when I come home. For the past decade, every winter no matter how hard I try I always gain 10 lbs lol then I spend the spring and summer trying to lose it. Rinse and repeat. This year will obviously be different. I have a plan. When I come back I’ll be wearing my faja 12 hrs a day (basically to curb my appetite from the compression.) I will up my personal training 2x a week. I want to do private Pilates classes 2x a week. I bought a walking pad so no excuses to not get 10k steps but in the winter I want to aim for 20k steps a day. Half inside half outside. After that is my meal plan. Prioritizing protein and water intake. I’ve been slacking as per usual lol my lack of protein amps up my sugar addiction to supplement for my hunger lol I know it’s not funny and actually fucked up. I blame my mother for not cooking when I was younger and subsequently not teaching me.

In addition to fitness and nutrition I need to unclutter my mind. I have wayyyy too much stuff. Clothes, shoes, bags. I’m going to do a fall cleaning and donate everything. Even the designer stuff. I have to make a promise to myself; no more secondhand shopping. I get it, trust me, more than anyone how “good” it is for the environment. But I do believe there is a spiritual aspect to it that is negative. Bringing someone’s thrown away trash (essentially) into your scared space, onto your body. It’s bad. I’ve been thrifting / vintage shopping since 2011 and let me tell you I’ve accumulated so much shit lol it’s just not fun. Yeah you’re saving a buck but who gives a fuck? lol in the grand scheme of things when you get older you won’t want another person’s trash. Trust me. There’s a reason why rich people always remodel the homes they buy.

Beauty maintenance also starts in the winter. Stringent morning and nighttime routines. Red light therapy. Facials. Chemical peels. Micro-needling. Lasers. Lymphatic massages. I really want an eyebrow lift. I was thinking about getting an eyebrow transplant but I think an eyebrow lift is the way to go. Investing in your body > clothes/bags. Trust me

To circle back, this new body has changed my life. My job is to now maintain it and make sure it only gets better. You work out in the winter to show off in the summer. Next summer I want to be on a super yacht off the coast of Italy in the tiniest Brazilian bikini known to man. I want to take a photo 1 year post op and see how much I’ve changed. I want to lose 10lbs and then I truly think I’ll be happy (I swear I’m not crazy)

It’s so wild going from a size 6/8 to a 2/4 lol plastic surgery is so worth it if you do it slow, go to the best, and make tweaks

*peak week entails

Mani + pedi

Hair Botox

Brazilian wax (will get laser when I get back)

Eyelash extensions

Facial

Due to the location I going to I’m not getting a spray tan but that would usually be on the list.

[theladycarpathia]

I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below

Prompt: Microwave Dinner

Billy doesn’t even hear Max until the microwave dings.

“You’re going to burn it,” she grumbles, as she waits for him to pull the crappy microwave dinner out. Billy bites back a curse as the steam singes his fingers.

“It might improve it,” Billy mutters, because the charcoal might actually add some flavor to the mounds of dry potato, carrots and turkey. That was all Neil and Susan had left behind in the fridge for them and Billy wasn’t about to waste his limited funds on grocery shopping.

He waits for it to cool before he tugs off the film and hands it to her. She doesn’t wait for him before she bolts back into the living room and whatever show she’s chosen.

Of course not.

He shoves in the second tinfoil tray in the microwave and puts in the allotted time. While it spins slowly on the plate he leans against the kitchen counter, ignoring the faint sounds of Max turning the TV volume up too high. It would be fine if her choice of entertainment weren’t such trash.

He didn’t know exactly what he was expecting but it wasn’t this.

The microwave dings again and he yanks open the door, tugging the tray out onto the counter and staring at the bland dinner that is apparently all his eighteenth birthday is worth.

He hadn’t expected a lot. But Neil and his stepmother vanished out of the door, leaving him with a microwave dinner and babysitting duties wasn’t it.

Even Max has barely acknowledged the date, instead piling into the Camaro after school, flushed and ten minutes late after the bell. There was a vaguely shifty expression on her face when he’d asked why she wasn’t on time, a defensiveness in the way she’d hauled her skateboard onto her lap. Billy figured she’d just been caught up with that boy and let it go.

At least someone has friends who care.

He grabs a fork and follows Max into the living room. She’s curled up on the couch, legs tucked up underneath her. Her red hair is twisted into two thick plaits and that alone probably says something about how much she’s grown. When she was little, she never used to bother, keeping her long red hair loose around her face. But these days, she wears cute t-shirts, twists her hair into little knots, keeps a lip gloss on her bedside table. 

“Slow down,” he mutters, carefully juggling the hot tray while he peels off the film. Max barely blinks as she shoves dry mashed potato into her mouth.

“It’s fine,” Max says, licking her lip.

“Fine, choke, see if I care,” Billy says flatly and Max smirks.

“You wish,” she retorts. She chews furiously on her last carrot and stands up, empty tray in her hands. “Can I go? I’ve got homework. Here, you can have this.” She doesn’t even wait for an answer, instead chucking the remote control down next to Billy. Billy feels oddly empty as she vanishes, leaving him alone with the jarring sounds of the TV and his rapidly cooling dinner.

He tries not to care. No one’s really given a shit about his birthday since his mom left. Neil certainly didn’t. For a few years after Max and Susan turned up, there was at least cake and a few wrapped presents. Usually shit that Neil thought was an appropriate gift, rather than Billy actually wanted but at least the day was acknowledged. There was a card waiting by his plate at breakfast this morning and that was it. No tapes, no basketball, no socks, or any of the usual shit he gets stuck with. 

It would have been fine, except he’s not heard from…he’s not heard anything all day. He half expected the BMW to be waiting for him in the parking lot - not that with his expected babysitting duties, they could even have gone to the quarry like normal - but it just wasn’t there. Billy had kept an eye on the road while he was waiting for Max, just in case it pulled in late.

But it didn’t and Billy was well and truly crushed.

He gets it. The day Billy Hargrove was born was a celebration to no one.

He morosely eats his meal, barely even tasting any of it. When he’s done, he gets up, figuring that he may as well clean up. If Max is in her room for the night maybe he can watch something decent.

He gathers up both containers and retrieves Max’s abandoned cutlery from the side. He knows the drill. His birthday will not save him from a bruised eye if the kitchen hasn’t been cleaned.

Max sticks her head into the kitchen just as he begins to run the tap. He tries his best to ignore her but she walks over to him like it’s any other day.

“What do you want, maggot?” Billy grunts, because he fully expects her to ask for dessert. Which, aside from a few old bananas and some stale chocolate chips from Susan’s last happy homemaker baking binge, they don’t have any of.

“Come with me,” Max says firmly. Billy digs his heels in, because he can, because he’s had enough, because he’s eighteen and no one cares.

“Get lost, Maxine,” he says, slamming the cutlery into the sink far harder than he really needs to.

“No, you have to come with me now,” she insists and actually grabs hold of his wrist. Her fingers are thin and delicate around his skin, faint flecks of blue nail varnish on her fingers. Billy stares at her resolute face and wonders how much Susan would mind if he tied up her only child and strung her up from a flagpole outside the high school.

“And I said I don’t want to,” Billy repeats. “I have to clean up.” Max looks behind him at the few items in the sink, the discarded packaging from their dinner and makes a face.

“I’ll do that. Seriously, we only have an hour,” she says, pulling on his arm like she thinks she can move him. “Will you come on? It’s for your birthday.”

Stunned, Billy lets her pull him out of the kitchen and down the hall.

“You got me a present?” he asks incredulously, and Max raises her eyebrows.

“Sort of,” she says vaguely and Billy winces as she twists his skin as she tries to bolt headlong down the hallway. “I had to sort it, that’s why I was late. I didn’t know Mom and Neil were going out for sure until this morning and then I had to use the phone…”

To Billy’s confusion they pass right by her room. Max stops in front of his door, her eyes unusually bright.

“One hour,” she instructs, turning the door handle. “That’s all. I’ll set a timer. And I’ll put the radio on.”

“What the hell do you…” Billy starts to say, as she opens his door and pushes him inside. She slams the door behind him, shutting him in darkness.

“What the hell?” Billy starts, before his words are cut off by a rap at the window.

He nearly shits himself when he sees the face at the window.

“Steve?” Billy hisses incredulously, hurrying across to undo the latch and yank the window up. Steve heaves himself up onto the windowsill and grins.

“Happy birthday,” he says and Billy has to take a step back to let Steve slither into the room.

“What the fuck?” Billy says, because apparently his boyfriend and his sister have been conspiring behind his back all day. Steve lands awkwardly on the carpet, a tangle of limbs and hair and good humor, despite his bad landing. Billy quietly shuts the window again and turns around. But he’s not dreaming and Steve Harrington is really standing in his room. Polo shirt, denim jacket, a lump of car keys in his pocket.

“Thought I was going to get arrested,” Steve says, brushing back his hair from his face in a motion that never fails to make Billy’s stomach dip. Steve’s windswept, his face flushed from the cold and the illicit trip through Billy’s window. “I swear I was going like seventy down Cornwallis.”

“How did you…?” Billy starts, but Steve’s looking around with interest and Billy realizes that Steve’s never been in his room before. There’s a flicker of shame in his belly, because he’s been in Steve’s palatial house, slept naked in Steve’s huge bed, and his own room feels small and dingy by comparison. But Steve noses with interest at his assorted hair products, the scantily clad girls on the calendar, the leather bracelets on his dresser, like he’s actually interested in the effects of Billy’s life. 

“I thought you’d forgotten,” Billy says quietly, and Steve sits down on Billy’s single bed. He smooths a hand over the plain blue cover and Billy wonders if that’s why Max was so obvious about the fact that she’d have music on.

“I was going to come visit you at school,” Steve explains.“But Max called this morning and said that your parents were going out. So we planned this instead.”

Billy drops down onto the bed next to Steve, feeling a little stunned that they went through the effort. If Neil and Susan hadn’t gone out, Max probably would have skated to the arcade to buy Steve and Billy some time. But instead, she’d arranged for Steve to come here, ensuring that they’d at least have some time together.

“Your sister is terrifying,” Steve says frankly, perhaps because he can see the gears turn in Billy’s head. He does that - fills the silence with talk when Billy starts to feel a little overwhelmed. “And I say that in comparison to my ex-girlfriend and a kid with superpowers. She called my house at fucking ass o’clock and demanded I get my butt down here.”

“Did she call you again?” Billy asks, suddenly suspicious of Max bolting her dinner. Steve winds his fingers into Billy’s, his skin a little cold from the sharp March bite outside. 

“Yeah, she wanted to be sure that it would be dark and your parents hadn’t come back early,” Steve says easily. “She said I had to use the window…?”

“Mrs Haversham is a nosey bitch,” Billy says bluntly and Steve bursts into startled laughter.

“Yeah, she said that too,” Steve says, fondly. He suddenly starts digging into his jacket pocket with the hand that’s not entwined with Billy’s, finally tugging out a small blue box. Billy lets it drop into his open palm, feeling almost raw. He hadn’t expected more of a present, but here’s Steve bringing him fucking jewelry.

When he opens it, it’s a chunky silver ring, the kind that Billy likes to pick up from thrift stores. Only he gets the feeling that this one is a little more expensive and when he peers at the inside of the band, he catches a glimpse of an engraving in the dim light.

“I thought your dad wouldn’t notice if it looked like all the others,” Steve says, like he’s expecting Billy to hate it. Billy stares at the tiny writing, trying to figure out all of the letters by the slim sliver of moonlight. The delicate curve of a S, the double loops of a B, the matching twin shapes of the two Hs…Steve had their initials carved into silver, instead of into a tree, and somehow it’s just so fucking Steve. 

Billy carefully slides it onto a finger and then, because it’s the only way he really knows how to show gratitude, he flashes Steve a suggestive grin.

“Max said we only had an hour,” he points out, grabbing for the bottom of his shirt and tugging it over his head. “I wonder what we can do in an hour?”

The glitter in Steve’s eyes suggests that he knows what Billy’s doing, that Billy will thank him with his mouth, even if it’s not by words. But he curls his hand over Billy’s ring finger, carefully brushing against the line between skin and silver, and smiles anyway.

“I think we should find out,” Steve says and loops a hand around Billy’s neck to pull him in.

[ghostsinthecellar]

I hate that I know that a car would solve 85% of my problems. not feeling trapped, being able to go swim or go take pictures, being able to do grocery delivery jobs to pick up some cash or shop around instead of sticking to the closest grocery stores, going to farmer's markets and buying better food, not having to depend on borrowing a friend's car to do anything, knowing I can take mom out for a ride without the added stress of a time limit, picking up free things off of craigslist or the fb marketplace, cruising yard sales, knowing if the cats have a medical emergency I can actually get them to the vet, going to the dump when we have enough trash instead of too much, knowing I can separate recyclables out more because i can just run some cardboard over instead of having to pile it up, being able to see my friends and meet them places instead of them having to come get me, and knowing I can leave hangouts when I want instead of when someone can peel off and take me home, it goes on and on like. okay. yes. it would be a financial burden also. having to keep it gassed up and functioning and inspected and insured. but

[sapphireginger]

High on Zipping into Love: Chapter #12

Summary:

Derek is in the kitchen humming while he washes dishes and Cora wants to know—“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”

“Damn it gremlin!” Derek snaps, startled. “I’ll have you know that I am still me.”

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Derek is in the kitchen humming while he washes dishes and Cora wants to know—“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”

“Damn it gremlin!” Derek snaps, startled. “I’ll have you know that I am still me.”

“Yeah. I mean you look like my brother and well, I would know. After all, I see the female you when I look in the mirror but this whole thing going on with your face is like way more intense than usual. Someone had a good date then.”

Derek’s ears darken and his cheeks flush. “It was really good, Cora. He’s…” he trails off, smiling dopily. “He’s amazing.”

Cora smiles and snags a banana. “So…” she trails off.

“I really like him, Cora-Bear,” Derek whispers.

The raw emotion in his voice combined with her childhood nickname, tells Cora everything she needs to know. She kisses her brother’s cheek and then hops up on the counter. “Okay. So, are you guys dating? Are you going to see him again? Do I need to give him the shotgun talk?”

“No talk but…” Derek nods. “Yeah. We’re going to go to a movie this weekend and dinner Wednesday night. He also said I can stop by work whenever. If that all goes well, then we’ll have dinner at the diner with the kids.”

“Wow. That’s amazing, Der.”

Derek grins as he puts the dishes in the cupboard. “Thanks gremlin.” He leans back against the sink. “I can’t believe we can finally stay here.”

Cora tosses the banana peel in the trash and sends a smile in his direction. “Me too. No offense to the hotel but I wanted to be here in our house. So, what’s he like?”

“Wouldn't you like to know?”

“Uh, yes! Hence why I asked little bro.”

“Well that’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Cora pouts. “I will find out.”

Derek smirks. “I’m sure you will. In time.”

They stare at each other, each waiting for the other to concede but Cora breaks first. “Oh fine you spoil sport. As long as he’s nothing like Ashley and he’s not because he actually showed up, then I approve.”

Derek sobers and nods in agreement. “Yeah. He’s definitely nothing like Ashley.”

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Past: Six Years Ago

Derek is running late for work and hurriedly locks his door only to come to a full stop on his front porch when he notices a basket. He hears a soft cry and realizes there is a baby in the basket. He sees an envelope on top and picks it up.

When he opens the letter, he finds a birth certificate, official relinquishing of parental rights paperwork and a note. It takes a moment to sink in and he leans down to scoop up the baby, while the words of the letter swirl in his mind.

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔,

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜. 𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍.

𝚂𝚘, 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗, 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐!

- 𝙰𝚜𝚑

He sways back and forth with the baby to help keep him asleep. The letter is from a one night stand he had a little over a year ago. The baby can’t be more than six months old. He makes an executive decision to take the bus to the hospital.

On the way there he calls Cora and then calls his boss.

The hospital nurse takes his blood and the baby’s blood to test the DNA. Then, they leave him cradling the baby in one of the rooms. He doesn’t know how much time passes between them drawing blood and getting the results but when he hears that this little six month old baby boy is really and truly his, nothing else matters.

“Hey little one. I’m your daddy,” he whispers, brushing the knuckle of his index finger against the baby’s cheek as he sways, uncaring of the tears slipping down his cheeks. Derek’s son—his SON—is perfect.

“Mr. Hale?” a voice says from the doorway.

Derek tilts his head in acknowledgment but doesn’t take his eyes off of his son. “Hm?”

“Mr. Hale!” the voice snaps.

This makes Derek tense and look over. “Yes?”

A short, plump woman stands staring him down, or trying to. “My name is Sara Lewis. I work for Child Protective Services.”

Derek holds his son closer. “I see. What can I help you with?”

She smirks and opens her mouth to answer but falters when Cora pushes past her in a hurry. “I’m Mr. Hale’s lawyer. Here are the forms proving this child is his. Here are copies of the birth certificate and documents clearly showing that the mother chose to sign her rights away. If you feel the need to further press your luck, you can call our main branch. As for me and Mr. Hale, we’ll be leaving now.”

Derek watches the whole thing in amused appreciation and when Cora ushers him out of the room, he quickly goes and they head to her car. “Thank you, Cora.”

She gestures to the backseat where a car seat is all ready to go for the baby. “You’re welcome. Let’s go home.”

As they drive to Derek’s home, he can’t take his eyes off the sleeping baby. “He’s perfect. Have you ever seen anything more perfect?”

Cora grins as they pull up to the house. “Never.” She turns off the car and turns to look at her brother, both of them ignoring the For Sale sign in the yard and what that could have meant if they’d already moved when the baby was abandoned.

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Derek is never far from his son whom he names Ezekiel. Cora offers to drive the car up since hers was a rental and he gratefully accepts, eager to begin their lives in Atlanta, Georgia. Derek has been offered a job as a kindergarten teacher and it’s even better now that he knows there’s a daycare as well.

Little Zeke grows up in Atlanta and is so much like his daddy. He’s all smiles and giggles. Derek has never been happier and when he gets another, better, job offer for a teaching position in Charlottesville, Virginia, a month after Zeke’s sixth birthday, he eagerly accepts.

Zeke picks out the color pastel green for his bedroom walls and gets bedding with tigers on it for his bed. They make their house a home just like they did in Atlanta, only this time Zeke has a bigger hand in how things look.

It’s nearly the middle of August when they are finally settled in. They’ll have to spend a couple nights at a hotel while the electric company makes their final check but otherwise they’re all set.

It’s while they’re trying to choose a movie that Zeke asks a fateful question. “Daddy, can we go play here?”

Derek looks at the tablet to see what his son is asking about. He’s surprised but exchanges a look with Cora, the both of them smiling.

“Please, Daddy? It looks like a lot of fun.”

Cora grins at her brother and Derek can’t help it when he says, “I don’t see why not.” He takes a seat next to Zeke and looks at the website. “Let’s see just what Howlin' Heights is.”

[seokjiniwithluv]

Magic Shop 03 | kth

⇒ Summary: When Kim Taehyung is a lonely club singer, who aspires to become a painter meets you, the daughter of a rich CEO and is forced to marry Park Jimin. Their tragic love story begins to unfold.

⇒ Pairing: Taehyung X Reader, Jimin X Reader.

⇒ Word Count: 1.9K

⇒ Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Strangers to Enemies to Lovers, arranged marriage, CEO! Jimin, Club singer! Taehyung.

⇒ Warnings:  Smoking, swearing, mentions of depression, mentions about suicide, poverty, Taehyung is an asshole lol

⇒ a/n: Hello Everyone! It's been a hot minute since I've posted and I apologise for that. It's been a busy 9 months (?) and I wanted to post and start writing but I moved to South Korea in March to teach English, when I started writing this story so, I will try and post as much as possible. My life has be seriously chaotic!! I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 |

The screech of your rambunctious alarm clock echoed throughout the room. You groaned and rolled into your sheets; the soft cotton tangled around your legs, chaining you to the mattress. Peeling an eye open, you glanced around to find the offending device, spotting it above your head behind you. 8:00AM. More meetings today about the merge between two business. How boring.

You slowly emerged, like the dead, having to rub your eyes countless times to open and greet the sunlight whether you wanted to or not. Realising a heavy sigh, and a scowl, you yanked the alarm clock from the electrical outlet while trying to detangle your limbs.

After you decided what to wear, you headed towards the kitchen to have breakfast and hopefully avoid Jimin. By the time you arrived home last night, Jimin was already in bed and didn't question you about your whereabouts - he never did, since you both didn't talk much these days. It didn't really surprise you. Jimin treated you like a stranger and would always tip-toe himself around you.

When you entered the kitchen, Jimin stood there holding up a sheet of paper and leaning against the kitchen counter. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top and his tie hung loosely around his collar.

"Morning," he finally spoke, which caught you by surprise. He looked up from the paper he was studying and gave you a small smile.

"Uh, good morning," you said quietly, opening the fridge.

"You were late last night," Jimin said. "Where did you go?"

"Just went to a club that was recently opened," you replied, grabbing a carton of orange juice out of the fridge. "Seokjin's cousin was singing there, so I thought I'd come along to support him."

"We have an engagement announcement with the media next week," Jimin said, letting out a sigh. "Then an engagement party at the end of this month that your father is throwing."

You knew the only reason Jimin wanted to have a conversation with you was because of the engagement and that only. This was the first proper conversation you both had since moving in together. It felt nice to finally speak to him but, you both still had that awkwardness lingering in your voices.

"Listen, I know we don't want this, but we need to make it work," Jimin said, with the sound of irritation in his voice. "At least we can be friends and show that we really want this marriage to the public. We can see other people behind closed doors or whatever."

"You are only saying that because you still want to be with Jiyeon." You groaned, leaning against the kitchen counter and flickering your eyes towards Jimin. "If you get caught, how are you going to get yourself out of it?"

"Maybe if you have ever fallen in love, you would understand." Jimin snapped, crumpling up the sheet of paper that he was holding and throwing it in the trash. "I have no time for this Y/N. I'm leaving."

Jimin exited the kitchen without saying anything else. You knew deep down Jimin resented you because it was your idea to fall in love with someone. You didn't realise how much it would affect him. It felt almost impossible to think about marrying Jimin when you knew both your hearts weren't there for each other.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you this morning," Jimin apologised, leaning back on his chair. "I was annoyed this is finally happening. I thought we had a few years left before our engagement was finalised."

After many hours of meeting between the directors of K.J Group and Park Corporations to discuss future developments and plans, both companies decide to merge. Jimin suggested that you have lunch together to sort out your friendship while also discussing the problem that occurred in the morning.

"It's okay," You nodded, giving him a small smile. "You wouldn't have fallen in love with her if I didn't make that dumb bet two years ago."

"I don't know how to break it to her," Jimin said, opening his bottle of water and took a sip out of it. "I love her, I really do. But this engagement is really killing me inside. I need to break up with Jiyeon."

"I'm sorry," you said sympathetically. Jimin was hurting on the inside, and you finally understood why he was so distant with you: his heart was hurting and he was unsure what to do next. "I can't promise you that it will be easy, but you still have time. We aren't public yet."

"I suppose, but I guess I need to be more careful when we announce everything to the press," Jimin replied, shaking his head.

People noticed Jimin's shift in work attitude. He walked around the office with his head down, not speaking to anyone, especially his friend Hoseok, who was always eager to talk to him. Only Jimin's father was unaware of his son's recent behaviour. He was always too preoccupied for Jimin, especially when he was younger. Jimin's father had been estranged from him since his divorce from Jimin's mother. It was something you both shared: divorced parents and egoist narcissistic fathers who craved power at any cost.

"Can I ask you something?" you asked, changing the subject. "Do you remember anyone named Kim Taehyung?"

"Isn't he not that bright scrawny looking kid that you were friends with in middle school?" Jimin replied, frowning at you in confusion. "Why are you asking?"

It then hit you. You realised why Kim Taehyung's name sounded so familiar. It was the bright kid who was never shy or uncomfortable around others. Taehyung was always pleasant around you and seemed to enjoy his time at school. However, your friendship ended when your father relocated you to a private academy in the heart of the city to be closer to Jimin.

The Taehyung you met recently was nowhere near like the one you used to know. He was so bright and happy as a child, but now something tells you that Taehyung is broken and angry at everyone around him. You could tell from his expressions and mannerisms; he was just rude and didn't care about the way he spoke to people.

"No reason." You lied, giving hims a reassuring smile. "Someone mentioned the name, and it sounded familiar."

"Alright, I have to go and meet the board of directors now. I'll see you tonight," Jimin said suddenly, pushing his chair back and straightening his shirt and tie.

After a long and boring day, you went to Magic Shop, informing Jimin that you wouldn't be home until later, which he probably didn't care about. All you could think about was Taehyung, and you couldn't concentrate on your paperwork or meetings because you were so intrigued by him.

When you finally reached the newly opened club, there stood Taehyung blowing smoke from his cigarette and staring at the moving traffic in front of him. His hair that was once bright blue was now dark brown.

"Taehyung," you said, making Taehyung's eyes snap up at your direction. "I remember you."

"Congratulations, the famous Y/N, remembers me!" Taehyung said sarcastically, dropping his cigarette and stubbing it with his foot. "Aren't you shocked? That kid back in middle school isn't me anymore. He's dead."

"What even happened to you," you asked, inching closer towards him. "You were so happy –"

"People change, kid." Taehyung replied, putting his hands in his pockets and leaned towards the wall of the nightclub. "Everyone has their reasons and secrets. It's whether I want to tell you about bright little Kim Taehyung in middle school."

"You don't need to be rude," you scoffed, folding your arms against your chest.

"Take it this way kid," Taehyung said. "When you have to sing at a shitty club to survive, then we aren't living are we?"

You knew back in middle school Taehyung's family had difficulties with money. He wasn't able to afford brand new uniforms every year or have a decent meal at lunch because his family wasn't able to provide him with a slice of bread. However, despite his financial issues at home, he was able to keep a smile on his face no matter how bad the situation got at home.

"Then why aren't exploring better opportunities? You were always smart at school."

"God, aren't you nosey." Taehyung laughed bitter, biting the bottom of his lip. "Rich people are all the same. They think life is so easy for them just because they have rich fathers who can buy them a company on their twenty-first birthdays."

"What is your problem with me?" You became enraged, irritated by the fact that Taehyung's every word was always rude.

"You are a spoiled rich kid, what else must I say?"

"Do you think I want this?" You shook your head, though you knew it was true. It seemed like everyone knew about who I was because of my father, their success was theirs and not yours.

"Of course you do. You could've said no. Nobody can force you to do things. " Taehyung sneered, turning his whole body around to properly look at you. "Make your own decisions - oh wait, you can't do that because daddy will cut you off and you will have no money. God, imagine being poor. It's not really you isn't it?"

"Your an asshole," you told him, balling your hands into fist. You were getting irritated at Taehyung because it was obvious that he had some kind of resentment towards you.

"True, I may be an asshole but I am telling the truth, whether you life it or not." Taehyung shrugged, digging into his pockets and pulling out a packet of cigarettes. "Let me ask you something kid, what do you want?"

That question was never answered. You were never given the freedom to make your own decisions. Your father probably decided everything for you, which is why your mother divorced your father years ago. Your father had no idea how to be a father, but he insisted on having custody of you because you were his business proposal.

You'd never know if you had the freedom to do whatever you wanted. It was something you had always wanted but struggled with because your dreams and future were handed to you on a silver platter. You desired complete freedom, the ability to freely love someone and do what you desired without someone interfering and controlling you like a puppet.

"I'm not sure," you said quietly, finally responding to Taehyung's question.

"I think you are lost," Taehyung said. "You don't know what you want but you want something."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"You don't know what to do and where to start," Taehyung explained as he took a cigarette from his box and placed it between his teeth. He lit the cigarette and inhaled and exhaled smoke from his mouth. "You aren't a puppet, you are a person. You need to realise that."

"I already know that," you groaned.

"You need to change your life or you will end up miserable like the rest of us."

"Oh, and how do I go around doing that?"

"You need to take some risks, but stick with me and I can show you the world." Taehyung said. "Do you trust me?"

"I suppose, what else do I have to lose?"

[moooogan]

Something is wrong. Pretty sure there is a domestic violence situation unfolding next door to me. Lots of slamming sounds and muffled shouting between 11PM and 2AM. Heard a woman’s scream/shout from the hallway more than once when taking my trash out at the end of the night. Happens a couple times a week, regularly enough that it doesn’t set my dog off into an anxiety spiral anymore. (She will still jump at the banging but doesn’t start panting/trembling anymore). I know someone has called the cops on their unit before, I walked past a wellness check once. The girl who lives there - I haven’t seen her walk her dog recently. We used to cross paths at least once a week. Lately, the only person I see with her dog is her (I’m assuming) boyfriend. If not her boyfriend then someone who stays in her apartment - I don’t think he lives here mostly because in the year+ I’ve been here the ONLY person I have seen with that dog is her. And I have a small dog so I’m outside 3x a day at least, so even if they’re splitting dog duty more evenly, I’d still expect to see her???

I won’t call the police. If it is domestic violence I feel like the cops here would only escalate the situation (ESPECIALLY since the guy is black and the girl is white). I want to reach out to whoever is there and make sure everyone is safe. I don’t want to automatically assume the woman is the victim and the man is the abuser, but I truly don’t know how else to approach it. It LOOKS like (to me) he’s hurting her enough now that she is visibly battered and not leaving the apartment as much. I do not know these people well. While I’ve been in the complex for almost 2 years I’m new to this specific unit. We are not friends or even acquaintances but I hear shit through the walls all the time and I just… I just hope they’re okay.

I think I might approach the neighbor on the other side of their unit and the hall. See if they’re hearing/noticing the same things before I knock on the door of a potential victim and set some horrible thing in motion.

I don’t want to intrude if they just have a raucous sex life. Confrontation sets my teeth on edge and makes me want to peel off my skin in layers; but something isn’t fucking right. Something feels off. I’m mostly posting this so there is at least one external recollection of what’s happening in unit 323. You know, just in case.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Home sweet home

This is a set of scenes that lives rent free in my head. I am writing a fanfic/study/whatever, just a longer text about this, but as for now, let me share!

Steve's parents fuck off for good when Hawkins falls apart and leave Steve the house, probably because it wouldn't sell well with a garden in two pieces, thank you earthquake. Steve feels torn about it and gets drunk with his metalhead boyfriend, admitting that he wants to sell the house, the sooner the better, all the shitty memories and that. Unbeknownst to Steve, Eddie makes a few phone calls and the next morning, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle rush in with boxes and trash bags and get to cleaning out the Harrington residence.

None of them talk about his parents and their departure, but Steve can feel that they're pissed off on his behalf, from the way that the level-headed and careful Nancy "accidentally" destroys his mother's treasured perfume collection, that Robin creates a huge yard sale sign that says "YOUR DREAMS CAME TRUE, THEY MOVED AWAY! EVERYTHING HAS TO GO!" and stabs it into the front lawn for all the neighbors to see. Argyle raids his mother's kitchen and bakes them all pizzas when they get hungry, then smokes a joint on the pristine carpet and when Steve remarks his mother would have hated that, he just smiles at him, blissed out, and mutters "good!" Jonathan visits his room to drop off some more boxes and freezes in the doorway. "That's one hideous wallpaper" he says and Steve just laughs because yeah, it is hideous and he's so glad he's leaving. Eddie helps Steve pack his room and gets ready to move him to his trailer until the house is sold, "seriously, Steve, this house is like a mausoleum, tomorrow you're coming with me and that's final." A concerned neighbor probably calls the Hawkins PD that some punks are trashing the Harrington property and when Hopper shows up to check what's going on, he just chuckles and remarks that Joyce keeps talking about getting better curtains, so if those go in the yard sale, he asked first, yeah?

In the evening, they are all tired, but they crash in the halfway packed living room and giggle at the stupid shit they found in the Harrington household. An idea flashes in Steve's head and he drags all of them upstairs, ransacking his father's office. Nothing important there, just a magnificent room to represent a shallow human being. They raid his alcohol stash and bring all the loot downstairs, taking one of Mr. Harrington's most prized trophies as an ashtray. On their way downstairs, Nancy stops and stares at the framed family pictures on the staircase. A perfect family, a successful man, a devoted wife and their son with so much potential. All of it lies. "Do you want to keep any of these?" she asks and when he shakes his head, she nods and takes them all down. While the rest of them discuss which bottle they should open first, Nancy comes back with an innocent smile, the photos and duct tape in one hand, a set of darts from Mr. Harrington's office in the other one. They end up playing darts in the living room, doing shots every time someone hit Mr. Harrington's face, spilling some alcohol on the carpet and overall desecrating the image of perfection and cleanliness Steve's parents cultivated for decades. There are still many pictures left and Nancy suggests that they could take them to her improvised shooting range for a celebration when the house sells. "Shooting at bottles gets boring after a while," she grins and slumps against Robin who is removing the latest photo target, Mrs. Harrington, and hums Ding Dong the Witch is Dead.

The morning finds all of them very hungover, munching on the leftover pizza and cleaning the place before they have to go to their respective homes, families and jobs. Robin is hugging a broom like a lover and swears she's never, ever drinking again. Nancy falls asleep standing next to the coffee machine before Jonathan peels her off the counter and accidentally pours baking soda in his coffee instead of sugar. Argyle and Eddie are mostly fine, chatting and covering holes from the less lucky dart throws. And Steve just stands there, between boxes and trash bags, watches them all, his friends, his boyfriend, and finally feels like his life might be beginning.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Let Me Love You (Jeong Yunho and Song Mingi)

Pairing: Jeong Yunho × Plus sized! Reader (Female) × Song Mingi

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: After finding out their girlfriend has been feeling insecure about her body, Mingi and Yunho take matters into their own hands to remind her that she is beautiful.

Word Count: 4.5+K

Warnings: Body insecurities (remember you are beautiful just the way you are), poly relationship, oral (female receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms (female receiving), unprotected sex (always use protection). (This was utter trash)

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @brie02 @deja-vux @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @nanamarkie @minhyukmyluv @yunsangoveryonder

Special requested by @monbaebes

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Watching her favorite boys play around on the seashore, Y/N chuckled softly as she returned her gaze on the fruit in front of her. Picking up a small knife, she carefully began peeling some of the mangoes, apples and other of the juicy produce they had brought with them. Meanwhile she focused on making sure they had something to replenish their energy with, one of her lovers was concentrated on building a rather complicated architecture with the sand under his feet. Slowly but surely, the castle was beginning to take form and the man couldn't be much happier or pleased than seeing his masterpiece come to life.

"Mingi, think fast!" The other tall male shouted as he tossed the beach ball he was holding in the other's direction.

Mingi's naturally small eyes widened significantly as he witnessed his creation crumble down due to the impact of the beach ball colliding on top of it.

"Oops! Sorry bud!" The culprit grimaced as he saw the result of his little trick.

Immediately standing up, Mingi began chasing after his friend.

"I'm going to kill you Yunho!" He threatened, Yunho running and taking cover behind the oblivious girl who saw nothing that took place.

"What in the world?" She looked back and forth between the two guys.

Pointing an accusatory finger at him, Mingi let out a huff.

"He destroyed my sand castle that I was working so hard on!" He exclaimed.

"I didn't mean to." Yunho defended himself.

Not wanting them to get into a silly fight during their vacation, Y/N began to calm them both down.

"Come on you guys, you're making a scene over things kids would argue over. Seriously, this is why we hardly go out."

Hearing her displeased tone, the boys quickly straightened up their act and decided to just let it go. Seeing the delicious fruit in front of them, the young men sat at opposite sides of Y/N and dug into the food. She was grateful she opted for packing plenty of fruit given how much her boyfriends ate. She sometimes wondered if it was because they were so tall or because their stomachs were a bottomless pit. She decided a long time ago that it was probably a combination of the two.

As they enjoyed their snacks while enjoying the view in front of them, Y/N's wandering eyes soon locked themselves on the two women sitting not far from them. Although she wanted to look away before any negative thoughts clouded her mind, she couldn't help but admire their long, slim legs, their small waists and flat tummies. She envied their shape that they confidently showed off in their revealing and sensual bikinis, making more than a few heads turn in their direction to rake their eyes on their glamorous bodies. And there she was, feeling too big in her cami top and shorts.

Looking away with eyes falling on the strawberry she was holding, Y/N suddenly felt an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Losing her appetite, she tossed the fruit back in the container and just sat back, unable to hide her uncomfortable face which Yunho noticed right away.

"Honey, is something wrong? Do you not feel well?" He asked which immediately sparked the attention of the other male.

Although she didn't feel well indeed, Y/N didn't want to cause any alarm or have them fret over her behavior and decided to make up an excuse.

"I guess maybe I'm just exhausted after spending so much time out in the sun. I think I'm just going to go back to the hotel room. You guys stay here if you want."

Plastering on a reassuring smile, she gave them no chance to argue or say anything else as she quickly got off the beach towel and started heading back towards the hotel that was just in front of the beach. Her arms were crossed protectively in front of her chest, head lowered to avoid eye contact with the young men who were heading in the opposite direction. She shut her eyes when she heard them snicker behind her, no doubt making fun of her figure. She just wanted to lock herself in the room and crawl under the covers of the bed, just her alone with nobody else.

But the sudden calls for her from behind let her know that it wasn't going to be the case.

"Geez, couldn't you at least wait for us baby?" Mingi pouted as he linked an arm around her.

"Sorry, didn't want to cut your playtime at the beach short." She felt even more bad knowing they decided to follow her back.

"It's fine darling. It was getting too hot anyways. Besides we can have just as much fun in the hotel room as we do in the beach." Yunho added, leaning his face so he could whisper in her ear.

"Or maybe even more fun." He snickered suggestively, which made her blush and cling closer to the male on her right, who simply let out a small snort.

"Don't tease her Yunho. You know how shy she gets with these things." Unable to hold back from making her even more flustered, Mingi's hand that was on her waist dropping to slightly pinch her butt cheek.

"And it makes me want to eat her up even more."

With a soft huff, she shoved his hand away from him and simply walked faster to hide from their vulgar teasing that had her cheeks burning bright red.

"She's so adorable." Yunho chuckled, to which Mingi agreed with. Taking advantage of the fact she couldn't hear them, both of them started whispering a few things amongst themselves, huge grins plastering on their faces as they planned out how they were going to spend their night with their lovely girlfriend.

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Staring at her reflection in the long body mirror, Y/N cringed at the sight. She knew the guys were waiting outside in the hot tub for her, no doubt aching to see her in the dark blue bikini they had picked out for her, a color Mingi aggressively shoved into Yunho who wanted to go instead for a more baby pink choice, but eventually caved into the other's choice. She didn't feel up to going out in it though, she felt it unflattering and unsuitable for someone her size. Stripping out of it, she tossed on a tank top and shorts once more, wanting to be as covered up as much as possible. Feeling satisfied with that, she quickly came out of the bathroom, not wanting to make the boys wait any longer.

Hearing the glass door of the room slide open, the young men excitedly looked over hoping to see their gorgeous girlfriend in a swimsuit they bought her, but their faces fell flat when they saw her clothing choice.

"What happened to the bikini we bought you? Oh god! Please don't tell me we got the wrong size." Mingi groaned, already beating himself up for an imaginary mistake.

"No it fit fine, I just.... I just prefer being like this." She replied as she slipped her body inside the hot water, setting herself in between both of the men, who wasted no time in drawing their bodies closer to her, effectively trapping her.

Looking up from one and then to the other, Y/N knew by the smiles on their face that they were up to something else and it wasn't particularly pure. Taking the lead as he usually did, Yunho brought a hand up to trace the outline of her jaw.

"So pretty..." He muttered as he bent his face down to hers.

Starting off with small pecks, Yunho eventually pressed his lips deeper into hers, hand still cupping her jaw so his thumb could draw circles around her cheek. Y/N moaned when she felt his tongue dart forward and infiltrate her mouth. She gave in and allowed him absolute control, moaning louder when he pulled her tongue inside his own mouth and briefly sucking on it. For a few minutes they were lost in their little world until the third person in the relationship reminded them of his presence.

"Ok you got your turn, now let me make out with my baby."

As soon as Yunho's mouth was detached from her lips, it was quickly replaced by Mingi's, who unlike the other male, was more fervent and rougher with his kisses. Whereas Yunho preferred a lot more tongue action, Mingi enjoyed nipping at his lover's lips. Indeed he made sure to get her lips as swollen and red as possible. His teeth endlessly tugged at her bottom lip, a smirk appearing on his features each time he drew out a gasp or whine from the girl in front of him. Her sounds intensified when she felt Yunho's lips occupying themselves on her shoulder and neck, leaving small love bites on the visible patches of skin. His large hand dove underwater to clasp at the end of her top, rising it up slowly so he could take it off her.

Feeling her insecurities rise up once more, Y/N quickly withdrew his hand off her body, ending the makeout session with her other boyfriend in the process.

"Baby did we do something wrong? Did we push it too far?" Yunho immediately worried that they hurt her in any way. Mingi was also mirroring the same feeling his friend was bearing.

"No, it's not you guys...it's me."

Both of the men looked at each other in confusion.

"Are you sick? Is that it? Why didn't you say something before." Mingi brought a palm over her forehead, attempting to figure out if she had a fever or not.

Shaking her head, Y/N took a deep breath before she went any further.

"I'm not sick I just hate my body ok? I hate being chubby, it makes all the clothes I wear look ugly on me. I wish I was skinnier like some of the female idols you guys see almost on the daily. Maybe then I'd be more attractive for you guys.."

Her confession broke them to pieces. They couldn't believe she felt that way and they cursed themselves for not noticing earlier on about their girlfriend's insecurities.

"But darling, you are very attractive just the way you are." Mingi spoke up, though they could tell his words didn't have much of an effect on her.

Joining in to make sure she felt loved, Yunho tilted Y/N's face so she could clearly see his sincerity at his next words.

"Listen to me, your body is very gorgeous just the way it is. You may not believe it, but trust me when I say Mingi and I are absolutely crazy about your body. It makes you more irresistible and we wouldn't have you any other way."

His words lightened her mood just a bit, a hint of a smile starting to form on the corners of her lips.

"And we're not the only ones who think so. There were some assholes who were shamelessly checking you out while we were trying to catch up with you back on the beach." Mingi added, face frowning as he recalled the way they heard the group of men talking about their girlfriend in such a lewd manner.

"What? N-no, I'm sure you got it wrong. They were probably making fun of me." Her theory however was quickly shut down by Yunho.

"No baby, we heard them clearly as they went on and on about how hot you look....among other things that weren't exactly family friendly." Although he tried to hide it, Yunho couldn't keep his teeth from gritting against each other in a jealous manner.

"And we saw how their faces kept turning to stare at your ass." Mingi recalled rather unhappily.

Y/N felt even more embarrassed now, her hands coming up to hide her reddened face, which continued to stay hidden even when she felt both males press themselves into her.

"But if that still doesn't convince you, how about you let us demonstrate how much we adore your figure?"

Peeking out and uncovering her face, Y/N took in their hungry gazes that were awaiting for permission to devour her. Although she nodded slightly, it wasn't enough for them.

"Darling use your words please. We'd much rather hear you say how much you want us as well." Mingi deepened his voice enough to cause an effect on her.

Biting down on her lip, Y/N's voice shyly spoke out.

"Please.... touch me." She gulped before uttering her next words.

"Make love to me."

Finally hearing the magic words, both men stood up, their bodies drenched and pouring water. Taking hold of Y/N, Mingi brought her out of the hot tub as well and sat her in front of him on the wood extension of the hot tub. Reaching for her shirt, he quickly peeled it off her body and moved it somewhere else while Yunho took care of her lower half, removing her shorts and equally discarding them somewhere else.

"Fuck, she looks so damn pretty." Yunho marveled at the sight of her bare, soaked body right in front of him.

Snaking his hands down her torso, Mingi gripped the top of her thighs so he could pry them open, letting Yunho gaze into her exposed heat. He let out a chuckle at his friend's star struck expression.

"Well? Don't just stand there like an idiot. Put those long ass fingers of yours to work." Mingi told him.

Instructing Y/N to keep her legs wide open, Mingi brought his hands back up her body so they could cup her breasts. He squeezed them in between his fingers, astonished at feeling how soft and tender they were. While she was still getting adjusted to the feeling of Mingi's hands around her boobs, Yunho came up in front of her and began kissing along her collarbone, making her tilt her head back.

"God your boobs are so squishy." Mingi groaned as he pressed them against each other, thumbs tweaking at her nipples.

While Mingi's hands continued playing around with her chest, Yunho took advantage of her dazed state to brush his fingers along one of her thighs. Creeping it closer in between her legs, his thumb started slow and gentle motions on her clit. He smiled against her neck when he felt her shudder as he pressed down on her button.

"Mingi be sure to hold her steady while I finger her pretty pussy. You know how she tends to get."

Removing his hands off her breasts, Mingi proceeded to move them to her hips, knowing fully well they'd be wanting to buck into Yunho's hand. Y/N looked down and watched intently as one of Yunho's fingers slowly slipped inside her hole. She gaped with amazement as he effortlessly slid his finger out of her body and then back inside. It always amazed her how such a little action could make her so weak and pliant towards her lovers. Yunho of course knew this and loved to use it against her. Smiling ever so smugly, he inserted a second finger into her hole, his pace starting to pick up. Her breath hitched as she craned her neck back to rest her head on Mingi's shoulder, the latter taking the opportunity to plaster kisses on the side of her cheek.

"Do you like having Yunho's fingers inside of you babygirl?" He asked, lips brushing against her earlobe.

"Y-yes." She responded.

When her thighs tried to close, Mingi was quick to pry them back apart, his grip tight enough that they could leave prints on her skin.

"No babygirl, keep those pretty legs of yours open for Yunho."

Knowing exactly what to do to tip her over the edge, Yunho angled his fingers upward so they could rub at her sweet spot as he continued to wiggle his fingers inside of her. A third finger was added to the combination, which had the recipient crying out from the stretch.

"How on earth are you always so tight babygirl? It's like we don't fuck you enough." Yunho expressed, thumb circling on her nub with more detailed and faster motions.

The wet and sloppy sounds emanating from between her legs were like music to both men's ears. They enjoyed hearing how wet they could make her become, Mingi especially licked his lips as he saw how her folds started to glisten from all the arousal seeping out of her.

"Shit, her pussy looks so good. I can't wait to eat her out."

Shooting a smirk to his friend, Yunho worked his fingers deeper into his girlfriend's core, thrusting them sporadically in an effort to bring her closer to her high.

"Well just let me get her cum with my fingers and then I'll leave her in your hands..... or should I say mouth?"

Hearing them say what they were going to do to her made Y/N shudder. With eyes shut, her voice slightly broke into half cries half whimpers as she came on Yunho's fingers. Mingi's hold on her thighs prevented her from shutting her legs and thus making her orgasm feel more intense as it washed all throughout her body. Making sure to keep his fingers lodged inside until she came down from her high, Yunho gently leaned in to press a kiss on the corner of Y/N's mouth.

"Look babygirl."

Opening her eyes, she was met with the sight of Yunho's fingers pulling out of her heat. They were covered completely in her cum, leaving her surprised that she could produce that much from just his fingers. Keeping eye contact with her, he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them clean.

"Oh Mingi, you're going to definitely enjoy eating her out." Yunho locked eyes with the other male, sending him a knowing wink.

"Then I guess I better not let her juices go to waste."

Moving her body so she could face him, Mingi layed down on his back and motioned for Y/N to move herself on top of his face, which she hesitated to do. Sensing what she was worried about, Mingi smiled at her.

"Baby, it's ok. I want to feel those thick thighs of yours on me. Now come over here and smother my face with your sweet pussy."

Getting help from Yunho who took hold of her arms, he placed her right on top of Mingi's face. Spreading her lips apart, Mingi's tongue came up to lick up the leftover arousal from Yunho's previous fingering session. Y/N couldn't help but gasp not just from the over sensitivity of her pussy, but from Mingi's warm mouth consuming her taste. Closing his eyes, Mingi lost himself in the sweetness her body had to offer. Flicking his tongue out, he made sure to pay close attention to her clit, circling the tip of his wet muscle around it. As if they had a mind of their own, Y/N's hips began to slowly grind down against Mingi's tongue movements. When she noticed what she was doing, she made an attempt to stop her motions.

"No babygirl. Show Mingi how much you enjoy having him eat you out. He told you to smother his face and that's what you're going to give him. After all, that is what he wants. Don't you Mingi?" Yunho piped up.

The man underneath Y/N responded with a muffled moan against her wetness. His hands clasped themselves on her ass, harshly slamming her down until her heat was covering the entirety of his face. Guiding her hips, he made her drag her core along his tongue over and over, slurping up every inch of tender flesh without leaving any patch dry. Y/N began panting, each stroke of Mingi's tongue making her fall deeper in that hazy state she had been in just moments ago while Yunho had his fingers knuckles deep in her. And both men knew it, they had learned and memorized each pitch of her sounds and every tick of her body to know what she liked and when she'd come crumbling down from the pleasure they gave her.

Knowing she needed a little encouragement, Yunho began peppering open mouth kisses along her neck as his fingers brushed along the sides of her waist.

"Go ahead love. Cum all over Mingi's face. Make a mess of his pretty face." He softly instructed her. A pleased grin framed Yunho's face as merely seconds later, Y/N fulfilled his command. Mingi groaned wildly as his face was smothered by her mound, her thighs trembling and clenching around his skull as another flood of her juices poured out onto his face. Making sure to lick up as much as possible, Mingi detached his mouth from her reddened folds with an audible pop, a proud smirk on his face that he was not wiping off at any moment.

Knowing she was still too worked up from her orgasm, Yunho carefully lifted her up into his arms. Gesturing for Mingi to follow, he carried her bridal style back inside their room, where he layed her down on the soft king sized bed. Stripping themselves out of their swimming trunks, the men whispered a few words amongst each other before reaching the decision of who got to have her first. The beaming look on Mingi's features answered her thoughts on who it was.

Setting himself right next to her, Mingi began stroking his already hard length.

"Come here baby. Hop your pretty self on top and ride me." He motioned for her to sit on top of him.

With hands pressed to his chest, Y/N slowly sunk herself down until his entire cock was safely nestled inside her. Hissing at the excruciatingly tight grip her tender flesh had on him, Mingi looked over to Yunho, who already had one hand wrapped tightly on his dick.

"We really should fuck her more often, she's unbelievably tight." His voice rasped out.

"Well why don't you do something about it? You're literally inside her idiot." Yunho reminded him rather agitated, anxious to get his own turn with his beloved girl.

With sharp cries, Y/N held onto the headboard in front of her as the man underneath her started pounding his hips up into her. Their moans were filling up the room, along with the slick sounds protruding from between their thighs, where they were connected. Yunho eagerly watched them, his hand working to stroke his twitching cock, making sure not to speed up in case he accidentally made himself cum. He knew he'd get his turn soon, but for the moment, he reveled at seeing the two individuals he cared about the most be so intimate with each other. He watched as their facial muscles started contorting and scrunching up with pleasure, their bodies starting to layer a thin sheen of sweat from the intensity of their love making.

Already vulnerable from the previous 2 orgasms, Y/N started to feel that familiar heat pooling in her lower abdomen, spreading under her skin and making her dizzy with lust. Mingi's pace turned slightly more rough. He loved watching as he made his girlfriend ride his cock, especially when he was blessed with the sight of her breasts bouncing right in front of him. He thought it was one of the most amazing sights to behold. Sensing that she was close given how worked out they had gotten her before and by the way her sounds grew more frantic, Mingi gripped at her sides to hold her down as he bucked his cock deep enough to have her crying out.

"That's it babygirl. Let yourself go. Cum all over me." He grunted at her, feeling himself reach his own brink from the frenetic pace he set for themselves.

With aching thighs, Y/N violently shook on top of him, vision darkening as her mind only payed attention to the sensation of her walls clamping around her lover's cock. Feeling overly constricted to the point of hurting in a most delicious grip, Mingi quickly pulled himself out of her core before any of his cum could start spilling inside her. With the help of his hand, he finished himself off by spurting drops of cum onto her thighs and stomach, some of them dripping off to land on the sheets underneath them.

"Oh my God." Mingi threw his head back onto the pillow behind him as he tried to steady his racing heart.

Finally seeing his cue to come in, Yunho fitted himself on the large king sized bed and carefully pulled Y/N off Mingi's lap to sat her on top of his own. Whereas Mingi preferred having her face him, Yunho opted to keep her facing away, pressing his chest onto her back. His voice gently shushed her whimpers as he sunk her down onto his overly endowed length. Fitting himself in her always took a little longer due to his size.

"You're doing so well baby." He cooed in her ear as he waited for her to adjust to him. Mingi was definitely right in exclaiming how tight she was, he himself was gritting his teeth at how hard her walls were squeezing at his shaft.

Knowing she was overly sensitive, clit swollen and folds puffed up, Yunho decided to go for a more slow and sensual pace. His hands gently rolled her hips to move on top of him, soft and blissful sighs being breathed out of their mouths. He made sure not to overwhelm her, and he himself wanted to enjoy the moment for as long as possible. When he heard her agitated moan, he let her relax on top of him as his hips took over. He was careful not to snap his hips too aggressively, still being gentle and precise with each thrust he shot up at her. With one hand sliding in between her legs, his fingers brushed against her pinkied clit before carefully circling around it.

"You're so beautiful my dear. Absolutely perfect." He murmured against her neck whilst his lips pressed tiny kisses on her warm skin.

Y/N gasped when she felt his pace slightly speed up, causing her body to jolt forward, which was stopped from falling when Yunho's arms held her in a tight embrace to keep her close to him. She knew she was definitely waking up sore the next morning, her thighs were already burning from cumming so much and from being bounced on top of two monster cocks that belonged to her tall boyfriends. Her 4th orgasm of the night slowly and silently crept up on her, rendering her almost numb to everything except the dull sting of her juices pouring out once more onto Yunho's cock. Even after she felt him pull out and coat her backside with his hot seed, she was still in hazy state, worn out after all the attention the two men bestowed upon them. The last thing she saw before passing out on the bed was Yunho's voice purring in her ear:

"Remember Mingi and I love you just the way you are..."