#and they were roomates. jesus christ

[tellars]

im genuinely losing my sanity with these two realising that im so late to the qsmp party

in any case hi hide duo fandom. yeah they're killing me too

[birgfan]

How could I not reblog this???

These aren't my tags.

j… jesus oppa ;____;

[channiesdelululand]

Game Night

NSFW Lee Minho x Reader 2,951k words

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, unprotected sex, oral, cursing, overstimulation, competing screams with you best friend in another room (idk i this is a warning but just dont want anyone uncomfy)

Imagine hating your best friend's boyfriend's best friend... Or do you?

Best to pick your Chan bias friend!

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“YOU LIKE WHO?!” 

Your best friend about drops the wine glass in her hand as you both are cleaning up in the kitchen after another successful game night. A pretty common occurrence at the Bahng residence. The two of you catching up on the week while Chris and his best friend in the other room talking about their next record release. You looked forward to this all week every week. The ONLY thing that could make it better is if the man you hated wasn’t Chris’s best friend and roomate. 

“Jesus Christ bsf/n, lower you voice! Chris and Min are literally in the living room…” 

“Sorry, sorry! But like babe I thought you hated Minho? Just yesterday you said you hoped he walked into a vat of gasoline and then tripped on a match.”

“I can’t stand him! But he just, everything! It’s infuriating why does he need to be so god damn sexy with everything?”

“Why do you even hate him again?”

Bsf/n asked as you started to walk out of the kitchen to go grab your phone you left on the coffee table.

You cant even remember honestly when it all started. Maybe it was the cocky way he carried himself? Always so cold to everyone not really even giving anyone an opportunity to see a different side of him. But it wasn’t just you, he hated you too. Always acting like a school boy pulling at the things he knew would get to you. But after today, you were just confused. The looks he kept throwing your way. You caught him staring multiple times. His eyes following every little thing you would did, every slight move you would make. Which lead you to the conversation confessing that you may have breathed in every moment of him staring a little too much. That maybe, just maybe you wanted more.

Getting so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t have time to react to the tall figure colliding into, drenching you both in leftover punch. 

“Fuck Minho, Im so sorry!” You waited a few seconds to be called a dumb ass or some rude remark, but it never came. He set down the punch bowl he had been holding down on the table you left your phone at. And within seconds had your wrist in his hand leading you to his room. 

“Come on you can change into one of my shirts.” Thats all you heard before the door opened and you found yourself where you had never been before. But here you were back pressed up against the door, Minho inches from your face with an expression you just couldn’t read.

“The shirt Min?” Trying to break what ever tension was happening.

“Oh I’ll get to that, don’t worry. But first tell my how much I infuriate you. Go ahead kitten, if you can talk shit about me to bsf/n you can do it to my face.” Leaning with one hand above your head and the free hand brushing the little bit of hair falling in front of your face softly behind your ear.   

“I….”

Before you could even form a sentence his lips were already crashing into yours, pressing your whole body further against the door. Your hands holding his face in an instant pulling him closer into the kiss, if  that was even possible. It was painfully obvious as your tongues danced together the craving you both had for each other had reached its breaking point. 

“Can I?” Minho gestures to your button down blouse. You quickly nod in approval. As he starts to unbutton half way down he pauses and takes in every inch of what’s in front of him. Making a mental picture of the way the black lace popping out from your bra perfectly accents the curves of your breast.  

“Minnnnnn” You very impatiently whine out as he takes his time lightly peppering your collarbone with kisses, trailing his way done as he finishes taking off your shirt completely. 

“Oh y/n, kitten relax youll get what you want but im about to take my time with you. Tell you what though I'll share a little of what i have planned. After im done getting my hands and lips on every inch of this gorgeous body, im going to have you on your knees so I can see if those pretty lips are good for more then just talking shit, and then im going to fuck you into tomorrow. Sound like a plan?”

Before you could even think of a response you felt his hands quickly lifting you up under your thighs wrapping your legs around his torso pressing you up against him, feeling how painfully hard you had already made him. With you safely in his arms, your hands behind his head pulling him into kiss after passionate kiss he made his way with you over to his nicely made bed. 

Slowly setting you down on your back, lips never leaving your body but instead trailing down your neck right in the creek  that made you fold as he gave little bites, blowing on each fresh red mark he created. Little squeaks and whimpers leaving your mouth was like some kind of overwhelming drug to Minho. Like a song he wanted on repeat in his ears forever. Trailing down your body further licking, biting, marking every free spot available. But he needed to hear more. He needed to know just want kind of noises he could pull from you.  Finding your waist band he began toying with the elastic while looking up at you with the deepest brown eyes. You couldnt tell what exactly you were seeing as part of him was filled with such a dark lust that washed over his appearance but somehow he also was looking at you so softly something youve never seen him do. 

“You know ive really wanted this for so long y/n but I never thought i had the chance. I want to make this body of yours mine.”

“Please, need you Min.”

“You need what sweet girl? Come on use your words.” His hand still running along the areas of your waist, using the top of his hand to softly brush up against you feeling just how wet you already were through your thin leggings. Your hips moving and wiggling slightly trying to feel more. His face so close you could swear the pressure of even his breath was about to set you off. 

“I need you, I need you to touch me” the most pathetic sounds starting to pour from your mouth as you start to beg this man you thought you hated to finally fuck you. 

“Please fuck me, do what you want to me, i need to feel you in me minnie please.”

“What a good girl finally being honest with me for once. Lucky for you im a man of my word.”

With that he pulled down your leggings to reveal matching panties to your bra. You hear a harsh hiss come through Mins teeth. 

“Fuck you wear these fuck for me?” Minho was really taking in everything just like he said because with every step he took you in like a painting. Memorizing every detail to its fullest before continuing. 

“You are so fucking perfect y/n” taking his hands and harshly grabbing your thighs, he truly thought every part of you deserved attention. While his hands massaged up and down your thighs his head was situated in perfect view giving your inner thighs the same licking, biting, kisses he was to the rest of your body. Kissing so close to where you needed him most causing you to cry out for more. With a a smirk and a slight evil giggle he flicked the side of your black lace to the side very eager to get a taste of you. With the first swipe of his tongue he looked up at you with a low moan.

“My god you taste incredible kitten.”

Pulling your panties fully off he went back down licking and sucking every part of you, holding your hips down while you squirmed. 

“Now sweet girl you were making such pretty noises earlier why are you covering your mouth now?” He noticed once he inserted 2 fingers while continuing to give your clit the full attention of his mouth. 

“bsf/n and Chris are outside I dont want them to hear”

“Oh but kitten i want them to hear, i want them to hear exactly what we are doing in here. I want you to scream so loud the whole city knows who owns you tonight”

“Fuck yes please” you more confidently moan out. 

“There we go, thats my girl. Plus i guarantee they are playing the same game so why dont we play a little game back, called whos louder. Its only fair since it is still game night. Now baby grind on my face i can feel how close you are lets win the first round”

Obeying his orders you tighten your grip in his hair and grind against his perfectly sculpted face. Everything was so overwhelmingly pleasurable, the pace of his fingers, the way they were curling repeatedly i to the perfect spot, him sucking and licking perfectly. It was all going straight to your head making you dizzy. You could feel your high coming and listening to him loudly enjoying himself was exactly what you need to push you over the edge. 

With a scream of his name, your legs tightening around him, your body broke through your high. But that didnt stop Minhos pace. 

“Min, its too much, i cant. Please” 

You couldnt tell what you were feeling but you felt like your body was about to snap. He didnt respond to your pleas with any words just a low growl between breathes. You felt a new high climbing but a different high. Something yould never before this and as your cried out his name for the second time in less then a minute you felt everything below you became soaked. 

“God, fuck that was so perfect kitten.” Minho raising his dripping face up with the most shit eating grin. He threw in a few licks to cause your body to twitch at the over sensitivity. 

“I dont know what just happened but im so sor..”

You were immediately cut off with him on top of you mouth back on yours.

“Sorry? Oh god for what?  That was so fucking sexy i need that from you over and over again. I want to taste you  like that every night. Fuck i need you even more. Did it feel good?” He was looking so deeply in your eyes.

“It felt incredible, ive never felt that good. Can i have more please. I want to feel you in me. Need to feel you in me now.” You beg as he removes his shirt still hovering over you giving your hands free roam all over his body. Every part of him is so stunningly perfect. How have you had the strength to go on this long not getting to touch every inch of him. 

Using your nails a little to graze over his skin, watching goosebumps appear along his strong arms currently one on either side of your body holding himself up. Watching your movements, the look in your eyes silently begging for more.  You reach down to begin unbuttoning his pants and he helps you by removing them fully letting himself bounce up against his lower stomach. Your hand reaching immediately to grab him, smearing his precum over the beautiful caramel tip.  A little groan falling from his lips. And a shiver through his body finally feeling your touch. He had thought about it for so long, after a long day late at night. Alone in room with his thoughts. Thoughts about you, touching him, playing with him, how your mouth would feel around him, how good yould feel taking all of him thrust after thrust. Knowing this was finally happening was enough to make this once stern strong man to melt into a puddle. He was quickly taken out of his thoughts as you pushed him forward and switching him to the bed so you could bend down in front of him. 

Now on your knees you take a moment to look up at the god like man in front of you. Perfectly chiseled body, and holding him so beautifully in your hand… it was enough to bring out a few pathetic whimpers from you. You were waiting to hear some type of overly cocky bullshit come from his lips but all that you heard were small moans as you rubbed your hand up and down slowly. It was a dangerously gorgeous sight. 

Taking your tongue in replacement of my hand going up along the middle, bottom to glorious tip top. Taking in the feeling of every vein before circling around his tip and back down again. Stopping every few cms to give small kisses. 

Starting to see impatience grow on the man groaning before you, you decide to give in and fully take him into your mouth swirling your tongue around and sucking when needed. He felt so fucking good as he slid towards the back of your throat, starting to buck his hips needing fuck your throat deeper. 

“God fuck 자기야” groaning in between words louder and louder as he takes a fist full of your hair pushing your head as far as yould go. 

“You are so fucking pretty like this. So fucking perfect. My perfect toy.” Drool dripping everywhere, running down your chin as let out the most pathetic noises. This was a vision of heaven for Min. 

In between the sounds your mouth was making and Mins delicious moaning you could hear your friends in the other room playing the exact same game. The echoing of it all was making you dizzy. You need this man deep inside you now. 

“Please Min, please fuck me”

Looking up at him with begging eyes, pleading for him to finally take you. 

“Sweet girl i thought yould never ask.” His strong arms picking you up from the floor bringing you back to laying on the bed, him hovering over you. Something so animalistic about the look in his eyes while he brought his face closer to your so he could kiss you. More passionately then youve ever been kissed, his hands exploring every inch of you. Wanted to simply devour you in every way he can. While kissing and sucking at your neck he was perfect aligned to rub himself up and down your folds. Teasing you, causing you to gasp everytime he was close enough to enter. Little hip movements trying to get him inside you. 

“My impatient little bunny” he let out a giggle as he slowly sank into you. With a slow pace back and forth, kissing at your face, and leaning into your ear.

“You are truly so beautiful. Absolutely made for me. I need you.”

You giggled as his statement.

“You feel so good, you have me right now”

“No, no y/n i need YOU. I need all of you. I need this every night. I need to wake up to you every morning. I need YOU.”

Wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper inside he rushed his pace.

“You can have me, i want you. Please take me and make me yours Minho.”

Nails digging into his back as he abused the perfect spot. You felt your body close to snapping at the incredible rush of feeling. 

Loudly sputtering out syllables of his name. 

“Yes come on tell me whos making you feel this good, scream for me.” 

Your moans were pathetic loud but so were your friends. It was like a match between you and bfs/n to see whose man was making the other feel better. It was clear both men had the same idea on how tonights game night was going to go. 

“I told you they would play too”

“Fuck Min, i cant take it please”

“Cant take what pretty girl? Come on tell me what you want. Tell our friends what you want. Go on scream for me.”

“Please i want to cum, i want to cum for you.” Moaning in a way you dont think youve ever moaned for anyone. Feeling your mind slip away into a state of pure bliss. 

“Yes!” The only word coming out of your mouth over and over and over again. Holding on as long as you could because it felt so good. 

“Go ahead 자기야 i want you to make another mess” 

Min wanted it to continue but with as good as you felt clenching around  him he knew he needed to let go with you right then. 

As wave after wave rushed over you Minho grabbed your hand in his as he let his orgasm go with yours both bodys twitching while the most beautiful melody of moans from the both of you came together.  

He stayed hovered above you for a bit his head in the crock of your neck. You could feel the smile on his face. Bringing his face up to yours giving him a gentle kiss on the nose.

“That was perfect Minho”

“No you're perfect y/n.” 

The gentle kisses continuing into something more passionate. You could feel Min on your thigh harding all over again. 

“It doesnt sound like bsf/n and Chris are quite done. And by the feel of it I dont think your done either I might have a little left in me.” Letting out an innocent giggle. 

“Fuck it ill go all night with you.” 

[bordysbae]

i genuinely need like frat wedding with someone like idc but i wanna see how it would fucking go 😫

“wedding bells”

mark estapa x brisson!reader

word count: 1.3k

warning: cursing

ps: this is not a romance story, there is kissing but its not really a love story! sorry if that’s what you were expecting!! also, sorry this isn’t exactly a frat wedding but it’s pretty close in idea? also idk why the gif is so blurry :((

you and your older brother, brendan, somehow ended up at the same college. so this meant having to deal with his idiotic teammates all the time. you’re just hanging out in your dorm when suddenly dylan and ethan come banging on your door. “jesus christ i’m coming stop knocking on the door!” you groan, rolling out of your bed.

you open the door and see ethan and dylan breathing heavily, sweating a little too. “should’ve known it would be you idiots, what do you guys want? also, why are you guys so out of breath?” you ask, annoyed that they disturbed your peace. “you need to come with us to the sophomores house, cmon” dylan says quickly grabbing your wrist. you stop in your tracks, causing dylan to jolt backwards. “hold on! i don’t have shoes on dumbass!” “hurry up!” ethan exclaims as you go back into your dorm to grab shoes.

the boys take you to the house, and you’re met with not only your roomate, who’s also your best friend, but also the entire hockey team. “what the fuck is going on?” you chuckle nervously, confused why so many people are here.

“go turn around in the corner, we have a surprise for you” thomas says as he grabs your wrist and pushes you into the corner gently. you turn around and listen to the chaos and whispers going on behind you. “y/n turn around” your best friend sing-songs. you slowly and cautiously turn around, afraid something might jump out at you or something. you never know what the hockey boys have up their sleeve. when you turn around you see everyone either sitting on or standing around the couch, and mark is in front of you down on one knee. your mouth falls agape at the sight.

“y/n, i love you—“ mark pauses and turns around to face your brother brendan, “as a friend, don’t kill me briss.” brendan chuckles and gives a thumbs up, as mark turns around to face you again. “—so much, so will you do me the honor and marry me?” he asks, as he pulls out a ring pop from his pocket. you hold back a laugh, and nod in agreement, wiping fake tears to go along with the act.

the crowd around you guys erupts into cheers and laughs, as he places the ring pop on your ring finger. he pulls you into a hug and whispers in your ear, “i’m sorry about all this” he laughs, making you finally break and begin laughing too. the guys suddenly turn you and marks hug into a group one and you’re instantly being crushed by everyone. “so when’s the wedding?” luke asks. “uhh, saturday! tomorrow night we can all go out to the bar as a bachelor party” mark suggests. “what about me? i can’t be in your bachelor party, i’m the bride!” you say. “oh suck it up y/n, you’ll be fine” ethan says as he pats your shoulder. “yeah yeah, whatever eddy”

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today is the day, and you’re wearing a random white dress you found in your closet. it’s definitely far from a wedding dress, but you’re a broke college kid, so a tight dress from senior year homecoming is the best you’re gonna get. your roommate, now maid of honor, is doing your makeup, while your other friends who you chose as bridesmaids get their dresses on. the boys are lucky since they need to dress up before games, so they all have nice outfits already planned out for them.

eventually it’s time to walk down the aisle, and your bridesmaids all found someone to pair up with. brendan is walking your friend eliana, ethan is walking shea, luke is walking molly, dylan is walking ella, and lastly thomas is walking you. thomas isn’t apart of the bachelor party but since he’s your brothers best friend who you’ve grown close to, he decided to step in to walk you down the aisle.

“good luck out there kid” he chuckles softly, making you chuckle slightly too.

once you reach the altar you see mark standing in front of you, a stupid grin across his face. nolan was collectively voted to wed you guys, since he’s the most “responsible.”

“ladies and gentlemen i bring you all here today to celebrate the um, totally real marriage of y/n and mark!” nolan says, and the crowd roars of things like ��get it mark!” and “that’s my boy!” once the crowd quiets down, nolan speaks up again. “so, mark would you like to start us off with the vows?” “oh sure” he says as he scratches the back of his neck.

“y/n i love the pancakes you make after a long night out, they taste really good! i also really love how you blast music from your phone for no reason literally every time you’re over! umm yeah i love you a lot, i guess?” he says awkwardly off of the top of his head. “you couldn’t even write anything down?! you’re such an idiot estapa!” ethan bursts out laughing, making everyone including you laugh.

just before you can begin your vows suddenly nolan speaks up, “um excuse me, phillipe there’s no smoking in here unless you give me a hit, so please put your puff bar away sir.” nolan scowls at the boy who’s in the second row of foldable chairs. phillipe takes one last hit and places it back in his pocket, “my fault. continue with your vows.” you chuckle before pulling out your phone to read the vows you wrote. “mark, i’ve gotten to know you decently well and i’m honored to be marrying you! you’re a pain in the ass who im so glad to be marrying. thanks for always eating the food i make, you’re always the reason i need to make three batches of pancakes for you idiots. i love you lots!” you giggle at the stupidness of this entire situation.

“oh her vows were so much better, you suck estapa” dylan exclaims. “shut up dylan!” mark groans. “alright, mark, do you take y/n to be your wife, to be together through sickness and in health, to be together uhhh—“ he pauses to think, “um, through old age?” he shrugs, making everyone laugh once again.

“i do” mark smiles at you. “y/n, do you take mark to be your husband through whatever the hell i just said to mark?” nolan asks you. “i do” you smile. “alright mackie, bring out the rings!” nolan exclaims, as mackie rises from his seat holding a little box with two haribo wedding rings in it . mark places a ring on your finger, and you place the other one on his.

“you may now kiss the bride!” nolan cheerfully blurts out. “briss close your eyes” mark says as he wraps an arm around your waist, dipping you down like in the movies and kissing your lips. many ‘woo!’s and ‘get it!’s can be heard from the crowd around you. brendan pulls mark away from you playfully, “okay that’s enough kissing my sister estapa!” he says as he fake gags.

matty starts playing ‘dj got us fallin in love’ by usher as you and mark walk hand in hand down the aisle. “matty i wanted taylor swift to play at my wedding! not party music!” you complain. “it was this or some random youtube video dylan found of wedding bells!” “wedding bells are a real thing? i thought that was just a saying” mark chimes in. dylan shrugs, “i didn’t know they were real either, i just looked up wedding music”

“enough bickering you four, nolan bought champagne!” thomas says, luring the four of you back inside the house. “to the newly weds!” nolan says as he shakes the bottle before popping it open, making everyone cheer.

never did you think your wedding would look like this, but if we’re being honest, this is way more fun.

[pomefioredove]

🙂‍↕️not really coherent reply sorry

vil is one of the only characters in game that treats yuu with respect, and as an equal.

EXACTLYLY. honestly it never ever sits right with me whenever yuu BREAKS THEIR BACK trying to help others (especially because barely anyone is doing barely anything to help them. LET THIS BITCH GO HOME!!!!) for them to just? barely acknowledge it? casually brush it off? the scene in book 3 where the tweels r like wanna help out? you can switch with these guys and ace is like YES double all of my current suffering and pass it onto them /ref all of the students complaining about losing their signature spells when yuu has NO magic at all to protect themselves with.. let’s be serious please. maybe im being a little dramatic! but thats literally my favorite character you are talking about get their name out of your mouth.

vil is literally the only other character who plays a similar role in the story.

... cause chars like trey and lilia are almost there, but distinctly different in their roles, while vil is THE mother.

THIS!! !! !!! !!!!! lillia is more of the father trope and trey is more of a big brother i’d say. they aren’t nurturing in the same way vil is. maybe it’s the ‘nagging’ slash instructing aspect of how vil interacts with people. i don’t even know how to put it into words but ur right vil is so mom. like. i dont know.. it’s probably his relationship with epel (and even the other first years?) that makes me associate him with being motherly but he’s just so. nurturing. so many moms in the media that i’ve (recently) consumed were teaching their daughters to be quiet and respectful as to not get punished/essentially outcasted socially. of course that’s not really what vil is doing with epel but. ugh. read my mind!!! ull understand then trust. the ONLY other character that sorta makes me feel the same way is jamil. illove him so dearly but i know. little to nothing major about his character aside from his relationship with kalim. yuu and grim. vil and epel. jamil and kalim. they should start a we dont get paid (enough) for this bullshit club

honestly i dont even want to project myself onto yuu i wanna be a helpful roomate or somthinf. wtf 😭 my hungry aggressive ass could NOT be yuu /ref..

rhats all i can put into words rigth now . evene though i got sidetracked a lot.. !! bht th part abojt yuu being motherly ! ialso wanted to reply to. wowww thats a lot of typos sorry my eyesight is a tad blurry 😭

AHHGGGGG ANON

"double all of my current suffering and pass it onto them" LMAOOOO 😭😭😭

I am such a yuu defender idc. LEAVE THEM ALONE!!!! it's why rollo is still such a fave of mine, he's like one of the only sane people. looks at yuu and is like jesus christ are you fucking okay.

and yes literally vil is just. I think the big difference is that he actually kinda likes being in charge? more so than yuu. he's a natural leader while they were literally manipulated and blackmailed into their position (I WILL SAY THAT I do think vil feels pressured to be a leader because of how he was outcasted/made out to seem mean and scary by his peers so he just kinda Filled That Role... but also I definitely do not see him as someone who'd enjoy following rather than leading. his own character VERY MUCH parallels yuu's in so many ways)

jamil is definitely different tho. he was also forced into his position as a caretaker but he doesn't have a parental vibe to him. tbh I couldn't tell u what it is but he's got his own thing going on (and he DOES parallel yuu in a way, I wish he was closer to them because there's potential but he's really Not)

BUT YEAH I get you. I feel like this is a weird thing to say but yuu feels like their own character to me 😭 like I have my own yuusona but yuu themselves is a little guy to me

[0sincerelyella]

Wrong Dorm Bro -Josh Allen

prequel

summary: josh is in search of his roomate, in his journey he seems to have forgotten the dorm number. he had no idea what that would do to his future

notes: i literally had so much fun writing this and josh does not get enough love as it is. i must show you i love him. buckle up, this is a long one, a REALLY long one.

this is a prequel, for the last one, and there WILL be a part two.

imagine this is how he waves at y/n LOL

Josh had been going to wyoming for over a month now, and everyday Josh’s roommate clay was either at his girlfriends dorm or his girlfriend was in theirs. Josh found it quite annoying, considering he didn’t have himself a girl, but they were pretty good friends. Sometimes, clays girlfriend would be off with friends and they’d have time to hang out. it was clays turn to buy food, since josh had the previous two nights for clay and his girlfriend .

So josh booked it to the girls dorms. he knew exactly what floor they were on, but the rest of the numbers where a blur. he tried to see if the doors had there names on them, and so far he’s ruled out half the doors.

he was terrified of opening the wrong door, afraid that he would upset someone. but he sucked in his gut and and knocked on a random door.

the door opened, and josh stood in shock as if he’d never seen a woman before. she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. he almost couldn’t speak, the way she leaned on the side of the door frame the second he opened the door, figuring he was asking her about Jesus Christ. her long hair was messy, but cute. it fell infront of her face as she waited for this strange man to tell her exactly what he was doing here.

“May i help you?” she asks. he observed that her room had one bed, she didn’t have a room mate. this was so obviously not the form clay was in. Josh took a breath, smirking towards the girl in a desperate attempt to allow him to keep talking to her. “i’m looking for clay, clay marsh?” y/n cracked a smile. “next door over, but i wouldn’t go in there now if i was you, they sound a bit busy” he laughed at her joke, she was the sarcastic, kind type of girl that josh liked.

“i’m josh” he said. “i know who you are josh allen” she said, opening up her door more. “would you like to come in?” he immediately took the offer, walking in as she shut the door.

she gestured for him to sit on the bed, which he took. she sat in her desk chair. “y/n” she said across from him. “what?” he asked, “that’s my name, you didn’t ask” she told him, examining his stature.

she knew he played football, she came to every single one of the games, even some away games. not for him, but she admired the way he played. plus he was really cute.

“how’d you know me?” he asked her, doing the examining right back. her facial features were soft, and her eyes never left his. He could tell she was strong, the way that there was a big football player in her room and she didn’t even break her smirk she’s had since he knocked on her door.

“i come to all the games”

“just to see me?” he teased. “no. i’m a big football fan, have always been” she points to the countless signed bengals items through out her room. “i grew up in ohio”

he nodded. “why are you here?” he asked her. “i got a free ride, it’s nice. but i really want to go back to my family.” she smiled sadly, considering how much she missed ohio. quickly her sad smile turned into a smirk

“that alone tells me exactly how you’ll be in our future relationship.” he smirked, attempting to lighten her mood.

“oh mr. allen is getting bold” she said, but the more he examined her face, her smirk turned into a soft, beautiful smile ever so slightly, and quickly turned back. “how will i be in our future relationship” he smiled, she wasn’t scared away

“loyal, extremely loyal even if i’m a sucky boyfriend” he said, and she put her hand on her chest. “are you emplying my bengals suck? or are you implying that you are going to be a sucky boyfriend” she pretended to be offended by his words

“i would always treat you like the princess you are” he smirked

“plus the only ring your gonna get is when i propose if the bengals keep andy dalton.” she burst into an eruption of laughter.

“what? am i not allowed to say that to my future wife?” she giggled even more with every sentence. “Oh joshy, here’s the proposition” he ever so slightly blushed at the nickname.

“when the bengals win a super bowl for the first time, then i’ll marry you” she said, his smile was wide.

he didn’t expect that relationship to lead to marriage, especially with the current way the bengals were playing. he was just flirting with a beautiful girl.

“you should come to my game tomorrow” he said. “i already am going joshy” she said, smirking once again. “yeah but you should come for me, i can get coach to let you watch from the sidelines, we’re playing ohio state” he said, scooting back on y/ns bed. “where are you taking me after?” josh stood up, walking towards the door.

“how about you just show up looking beautiful and i’ll take you after i shower after the game yeah?” she smiled, a real, genuine, soft smile.

“i’ll see you then joshy” he opened the door and she stood to watch him leave, completely forgetting about clay.

——————————————

After that night, josh and y/n spent every day together. josh was always studying in y/ns dorm, and y/n was at every one of his games and practices.

campus began to know her as josh’s number one supporter, wearing his jersey every Friday like she was still in high-school, and she went all out.

when the two of them graduated, y/n went to the nfl draft with josh, and when he was drafted by the buffalo bills y/n jumped and screamed and cried. she was so happy for him.

she had quickly fallen in love with josh, she feels she had loved him since his proposal, since he knocked on the wrong dorm.

y/ns love for josh was so big, that she decided to move across the country with him, they lived in buffalo and she traveled to every game with him.

in 2020, joe burrows year, y/n was so excited. in december, y/n got a call from the cincinnati bengals to join their social media team.

“joshy?” y/n and josh lived in buffalo, and josh was getting ready for the wild card game. He sat alone in his office where he watched film, watching film. “hi princess” he smiled, pausing his video.

“joshy, i need to talk to you” she pulled a chair next to him. “of course babe, what’s up!” he pulled her closer, putting his hands on her hips, kissing her lips quickly. “so, you know i love you” she said, placing her hand on his cheek. “and we’re going to get married some day” he nervously laughed “only if the bengals win, can’t forget the bet” she smiled sadly

“joshy, i got a job offer” he nodded. “im glad baby, sad you can’t come to my away games, but happy” he smiled, but she still looked sad. “baby come on just tell me” y/n took a big breath. “i want to start my career, and traveling with you is the happiest i’ve ever been. but i want to start a career and work for myself, especially before i get married to you” she explained. “i’m going to move to Cincinnati to work on the social media team” she had her eyes closed the entire time, but she felt josh bring her into a hug.

“princess i’m so proud of you” she said, holding her close. “soon enough i’m gonna marry you. so what if we’re apart a year or two? i’ll stay with you during off season and when we play the bengals, and i’ll call you everyday and it’s gonna be hard but i will love you for ever and always”

she cried into his shoulder. “you’ve worked so hard for this beautiful girl.”

“i love you josh”

“i love you too y/n”

y/n did move away, she moved in may and departed from josh in mid June, josh was right. it was hard, they argued, y/n got jealous, josh got nervous, y/n got nervous, josh got jealous. but they never went to bed angry.

when the bengals beat the chiefs in the 21-22 AFC championship game, y/n got a call from josh while she was at the game.

“Hi joshy!!” y/n was crying happy tears because of her team since forever, “Pick a dress beautiful we’re getting married!!” he said happily, y/n smiled so excitedly. “Gotta wait two weeks to see joshy” she smiled. “no negativity” he told her, because that’s usually what she said to him when he talked negatively to the bengals

but sadly, those two weeks didn’t end well. Josh met y/n at the super bowl, and they watched together. but after the game y/n cried real tears and josh held her, actually disappointed “next year is our year” he said, she laughed “okay bills mafia” she giggled.

josh wasn’t kidding. he had a ring in his pocket and everything, but he won’t tell y/n that, not until it happens.

[oceanicxeyes]

prompts ( accepting ) / @theweredrifter Send me a ▲ for my muse’s reaction to yours: 10. playfully whacking them with a pillow && 14. tickling them

It was almost time for yet another shift but Walter didn't really felt the urge to rush to get himself ready, even more so since he and Gabriel were both sitting side-by-side on the couch while vigorously munching popcorn while watching a movie on TV. It was not one that Walter had seen yet, which had apparently brought a perverse amount of joy from his roommate who pretty much insisted that they had to watch it. So, just like that -  movie night! Gabriel was in his corner but relatively close while Walter took upon himself to rest against the couch's armrest with a pillow pressed tightly against his chest. They were obviously touching - whether it was their knees pressed together or their fingers meeting and occasionally wrestling for the popcorn inside the bowl. It was the sort of night that Walter appreciated. Just quiet and relaxed. Good company, good movie and most importantly - popcorn.

But as the time passed, a mere glance to his phone alerted the bartender that it was time for him to start getting ready for his shift at the bar. He really didn't want to move. Not only because he was comfortable but he was enjoying the company and the movie. However, his roommate apparently had learned some of his tells because within seconds, the pillow he was hugging tightly against his chest was being whacked against his face in a playful manner, followed by Gabriel telling him to stop being lazy and that he needed to go to work. "But I don't want toooo..." The siren laughed between whacks, shielding his face with both of his arms until he found the perfect opening to grab the pillow Gabriel was using as a weapon and toss it across the room - almost hitting the fish tank where Sir Bubbleton continued to swim and judge them with his deprieved of light stare.

"Just five more minutes! I can't just go and not know what happens next, Gabrial... Come on!" He was pleading now. A ten or fifteen minute delay would totally be worth it if he could at the very least see how the movie ended. It would totally be worth staying after closure to clean the place up or help reshelf the bottles used throughout the night. And for a moment... he believed that Gabriel was going to let him stay. His roomate was pulling back and right when Walter was about to exhale in relief that he could - at the very least - watch how everything would come down, long fingers found his flanks in a tickling attack that unfortunately - or fortunately - made Walter squeal in the most hysterical of ways, a laughing fit rolling from his lips as he tried and obviously failed in trying to keep Gabriel at bay.

"P-Please...Please stop!" He was a mess of giggles and laughs, shaking his head left and right and even going to the point where he was actually crawling away from the couch - which did nothing to stop the relentless tickling coming from the other man. "I-I'm going! Oh Jesus C-Christ... I'm going!" Walter was now sweating, his hair a mess of tangled strands, cheeks completely flustered as he tried to catch his breath. He was sitting on the floor, brain still processing what had just happened - as Gabriel was the victor, sitting ever so comfortably on the couch with the popcorn bowl on his lap. To the victor, the spoils. And to the losers... a shift at the bar to which Walter would without a doubt be late for if he kept staring at Gabriel munching the popcorn like nothing had happened.

"Here I thought you liked me." He was trying to be serious but clearly failing at keeping a straight expression on his face, fingers brushing away from his eyes the messy tangle of hair. He could still feel his heart pounding inside his chest. Gosh darn it. "You're a meanie, Gabe. Meanie! Even Sir Bubbleton is judging you, right now." The blasted fish judged everything and everyone. He wasn't cheap with his judgmental stares. "I'm going, I'm going... But I do want to finish the movie when I'm back.... meanie."

[smaeemo]

How my life has changed since becoming an atheist:

A paper by Leenya Green

Started Praying to Jared Polis instead of the allmighty

Bought 16 golden calves

Became vegan 😜😜😜😜😜

Wrote 18 books on the importance of menstruation in dogs 😘😝

Became a fig farmer 😊😊😊

Resorted back to my old ways

Became a devout christan

Got into a relationship with a man named “Dale”. We met at the greeley flea market when we were both fighting over the biblically accurate but super racist 9/11 never forget jesus charm with real blood. And he looked at me in a way I had never seen before, and if it weren’t for my passion for Christ I may have let him have the charm. But of course, Christ comes first. Eventually we came to an agreement, I get the Charm every other month. I asked him for his phone number, but instead he gave me his address and told me he only communicated via carrier pigeon. I fell in love right there and then, but it was still too early to make any big decisions. So I went home that night with my no, our Jesus and looked to the ceiling and Prayed to the lord. I asked the Lord if he was truly the one, and the Lord told me… nothing. So I then went on to my regular prayer, I talked to God about my Yeast infection and prayed that maybe he could make sure that Bitch Colleen in HR would stop making me take down my Jesus photos because of “Inappropriate amounts of Nudity”. ITS JESUS COLLEEN. After I finished praying, I dreampt of Dale, and his moist pony tail and flaky birkenstocks. When the next month rolled around, I didn’t know exaclty where to find a carrier pigeon, and according to my “Christian Women of reformed Jared Polis” Facebook group it was very uncommon for there to be a large amount around my neighborhood. Something about “bird glue,” so I went to downtown and looked around to see if there were any pigeons I could ask, and realized I definitely should have done this before the end of the month. So, I just went to the library and printed out a bunch of help wanted fliers with my address on them. Eventually a couple men came to my door asking for me, but in a house with 8 roomates it was easy to scare off those weirdos. And by the time the 7th man left dejected and sad, I thought all hope was lost. So, I was about to start walking to Dale’s address myself, which would be around a 3 day walk because he’s canadian. But something in my fate had been on my side, my horascope was right. At the very moment I was reading my favorite passage of the bible, at pigeon flew right into the window. Unfortunately the pigeon died, and I had to have a funeral for it in my backyard. The next day I went back downtown and put up fliers and invitations for the pigeon’s funeral. The service was beautiful, and the Pigeons all showed up. I cried, the euglogies were genuisly emotional and had me sobbing and dry heaving by the end. At the after party I met the dead Pigeon’s uncle Marty and learned Marty is a carrier pigeon. I offered to pay him extra, but he said that the Pigeon who died (Horace) was like a son to him, and it meant so much to him that I organized a funeral for him and put up window awareness about bird safety, that Marty said he would do it for free. I was so extactic, so I got to writing the letter to dale, where I told him all about the bird funeral and how kind Marty was. And then talked about my homoerotic fanfiction I write about twilight, then sealed with a kiss. Then that night I prayed again hoping Marty got there ok, and talked to God again about my now RAGING yeast infection. A month later I got a pigeon in the mail from Dale saying that he got my letter and that he also met his carrier pigeon at a pigeon funeral! Small world. And that he and the Jesus charm went all the way to Vancouver for Orgy-Fest! This eventually blossomed into a regualar thing, and around the 3rd exchange he revealed to me that he ALSO wrote homoerotic fanfiction about Twilight. And our first argument was over how he was a EDWARD GUY!!!! Ew!! But we got over it. By the time the flea market was rolling around, I finally got the coursge to ask him on a date, and he was just as excited. We went

to a soy bean church retreat together and had an amazing time finding Christ in the disintegrating soy bean farms of Carson City Nevada. I couldn’t think of anything more romantic. This year he even invited me to Orgy-fest with him! And that’s where I met his whole family, and where I really got to know him. 2 years later we moved into a nudist colonly in Augusta, Maine. It was lovely, we all piled together in the winter in what we like to call “Cuddle Pit”. I was perfect, all up until Dale said we had to leave because “The power of Christ had informed him of an oncoming presensce”. We moved then, to the beautiful city of Boise Idaho. Where we consumated our marriage through the government and through the beautiful act of love-making to his Christian blue grass collegant accapella group “My dad is God” and all of their Marvin Gaye covers. We learned that I was unfortunately infertile, and that was devastating. Eventually we got over it when Marty came to us and told us we needed to adopt his godson Matthew. We were extremely grateful, and adopted him. We raised him as our own, and he even got to visit his first orgyfest with us. One day I got the sense that Dale was hiding something from me. And immediately my mind jumped to yhe worst assumption, that he was actually a Rabbi. Which was closer to the truth than I wanted it to be. It was a cold winter’s night, when I heard our dog door open, dale forgot his keys again. When we sat down and had a conversation Dale finally told the truth. “I am Jesus Christ” he told me. I didn’t believe him at first, but then he flooded our house to show me that he could truly walk on water. It was great until he accidentally drenched our new white carpets in wine. I felt ethereal hearing this news. And now, 12 years later. Dale is leaving me. He sat me down at the same table and admitted he met someone new. Something about a “Adam Driver.” He said he wanted to “experience newthings” at the BYU, and he was leaving me. I was devastated when he filed for divorce, so I ended up in a depressive spiral where I got severely addicted to helium. And now after 2 years of rehab and NO MORE BALLOONS. I am finally able to re enter the real world. I am going to change myself. And pursue my dream job: assistant manager at a tinfoil company. Merry Chr***mas everyone. And to all a good night.

Best,

L.G.

[secretsecretbunny]

PLEASE OKEAS3L PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEE POST THE FAV ROOMATE UPDATE.

-with love and non creepiness <3

LMFAOOOOO okay just for you, pookie 💕

so we've been hanging out whenever we get the chance, like straight up ruining our sleep schedules because both of us are always so busy. so we've been staying up late cooking, watching movies, playing video games, watching music videos, and going on late night snack runs.. and the other night he put really cute baby pink streaks in my hair and then literally dried my hair for me and brushed it 🥹😭

but anyway, since we've been staying up so damn late I have been falling 😃 asleep 😃 everywhere 😃 and I fr mean everywhere 😭 I laid my head down on the kitchen counter I was sitting at and when I woke up? blanket on me. fell asleep on the upstairs living room couch immediately after coming home from work, and when I woke up???? blanket on me AND my shoes were taken off for me 🥺 I was working out of town the other day and he picked me up when I got off work at nearly 2:30 in the morning and I fell asleep in his car and he very gently woke me up when we got home and I just plopped down on the couch bc I was so damn tired and he was like "you have to get ready for bed if you're going to sleep." and I was like "nah it'll be fine." and he's like "no." and took my shoes off, removed my jewelry for me, and then disappeared and came back with a fucking mAKEUP WIPE TO REMOVE MY MAKEUP FOR ME?????????????? AND THEN PUT MOISTURIZER ON MY FACE??????? when I tell you I fucking SWOONED.

I'm a lost cause at this point. I'm doomed. I fucking adore this man agdkfghjkl 😭 like we're not even dating and he does all that??????? and it's so dumb because like.. with how busy we both are, and especially with my schedule and upcoming travels, there's no way I could juggle a relationship on top of it all.. but like, jesus christ I want him so bad..

BUT I STILL THINK IT'S KIND OF A BAD IDEA BC OF ALL THE REASONS I'VE PREVIOUSLY SAID SO IDK IDK IDK !!!anyway.. it's like 4 in the morning currently and I need to force myself to sleep.. he's out of town until tomorrow afternoon so I didn't even have a reason to be up this late tonight other than I'm used to it now lmfao

goodnight 💕

[alexiious]

● S1 E1 Rent Problem

*Justin writing he's diary* "Day 60 living with this...idiot, *looking at him watching TV from sofa* he's unbearable to live with, he's snored so much that we almost got evicted, he was screaming at he's new PC that he paid from he's daddy's money, bragging about how he's smarter them me from some TV show we watched..

G: Hey..what are you writing..on??

J: None of ur business dude, go...and watch ur little show...

*intro song starts playing*

G: Really?? Well I wanna see it dude..

J: Well...fuck off dude...it's my diary...get ur own..

*fighting over the diary, and let diary go*

J: Thank.. you...*whispers* brat..

G: What did u say??

J: Oh. .nothing good...it's just... this was the last straw...

G: What did I do?

J: What?..What did u do?? *laughs out of addusity to say*

J: Well dear "roomate" youv been nothing but pain in the ass!!...

J: Your lucky, your mommy and daddy *says mockingly* have enough money for us..

G: yeah...I forgot to tell u that my parents..did...block my bank account..

J: What??...

*knocks, opens up the door, it was landlord*

N: Hi my is, Nathan *shakes Jamess hand*.. pleaser to meet u *shakes Georges hand*... I'm new here, my previous colleague told me you two had money for rent.. and I heard that yall paid rent last month so.. it will be about 200$

J: Soo...about that...Mr Nathan...my friend had money...but...he...hes parents...blocked he's credit card...

*Nathan was suprised*

N: oh...really??... Aha.. *tries to cope*

J: were....terribly sorry sir...

J: it's he's fault...

*points at him*

G: *gasp* it's not my fault...my parents wants to give me...real job.. for poor people..

J: I'm sorry what did u say??

N: guys...if u both dont get job to pay this rent. .yall gonna be evicted...just like thouse two gay couple...who got evicted becouse..they didn't pay rent...understood?? *says it seriously*

J: yes sir..

G: Whatever dude...

N: great...good luck.. *says it with smile*

J: ok..George like it or not were gonna get a job...ik how you are "allergic" to poor people work.. but I don't care!! You will do it and you will like it!!

G: *grounts* fine!!

*James keeps writing* "Now..I have to work with this brat...God have mercy on my soul.. *closes the book*

*both od them goes to Walmart on a interview*

*stands infront of door*

J: so remember..I will do most of talking and u... *looking at him scraching hes ass*

just knod... *whispers* dear god..

*knocks on door*

Boss: come in..

*comes in*

Boss: Well hello there my name is Kenny *shakes both of they're hands* ...I'm ur menager or boss.. *says it with smile*

J: hello..my name is James.. were here to apply to job..

G: *cough* no shit *cough*

J: *kicks him slightly*

K: oh..are u ok George?

J: Oh no..its ok...it's just a cough..

K: oh..ok.. so I'm gonna ask u few questions to see what can u to do..

*he's finding the papers*

*George whispers* dude..this guy is so lame..

*James whispers back* dude...shut up..

K: here.. found it..here are your papers and you two can work..

*gives them papers*

*they done the papers*

K: all good now watch this video in case something happenes to you to..

*shows the man who worked on forklift and big metal pipes crushes on him*

*Some random man: "Hey new worker were glad your working here with us...just ignore people with dipers, grown unemployed adults who like to joke around.. and makes our life worse... and old women who are yelling at the workers for some random reason... but other then that ur good to go..

*video ended*

K: soo on that note..welcome to Walmart..

*both of them are on shock*

J: dear god...did u seen that guy...throw shit at worker?? *cringed in discust*

G: aha.. *got distracted*

G: *looks at other femail workers*

Also him: maybe this place isnt so much bad..

J: are u insane...did u seen shit that iv seen?? Jesus Christ... were gonna work here..for a rent and thats it..

G: like dude...we have pretty lady's

J: Dude...we came here to work...not date random women..

G: ew oh yeah...don't remind me..

*few hours later*

J: Dude did u throw the trash out..

G: uhh..no u do it...if u want..

J: Well.. I'm cleaning the damn shop...so can u please do it...

G: ew..that's ur job..I'm not touching that dirty thing... I have standards...

J: dude!! *calms down* I don't have time can u please... just throw the fucking trash bag inside fucking trash.

K: what's going on here!?

J: oh nothing George..

*George throws the trash*

K: you see...hes doing he's work.. and u?

J: I will sir..

J: Dude...u almost got me in trouble...

G: it's just trolling...

*James got pissed off*

*next day during the shift*

*George goes smoking outside*

J: are u gonna help me dude??

G: soon... *exhale the smoke*

*20 minutes later*

G: *still smokes*

J: Dude get inside and help me...

G: *sighs* fine!!

J: there is one old lady whos just in middle of a store screaming in the sky..I assume god...about how prices are high or some shit...

G: ahhh...ur talking to much...ur point??

*James slightly pissed off* well Kenny told me that u and i have to remove her...

G: ahh.. fine...

Some old lady: *still sits*

J: lady could u please get up??

Old lady: Excuse me...my name is Karen and im protesting about your high fucking prices

J: *sigh* Dude where are u??

*George left*

*looks like hes fed up with life*

*removes her while she's screaming*

*goes to boss*

J: boss...I have to say something...to complain about my colleague...

K: But why...hes done everything he's been told...hes thrown a trash..hes removed the goods from shelfs... and u did bearly...did anything...

J: me?? But I... *gets speechless*

*James got fed up and goes to the bar*

*goes to the bar*

J: *gets a drink* aahh...what a day..

S: Hey dude... how was ur day??

J: dont ask... and hey thanks for the money yesterday... it would be plenty enough for rent and couple of drinks...just don't tell...you know who.

S: No worries dude...

J: and I'll get u money when my paycheck arrives that is if it arrives...

S: No problem... and why wouldn't it...

*just before Steven would've finished the sentence George arrives*

G: Hey there u are..

J: you!! Becouse of u i almost lost a job...

G: cmon...I was trolling...it's a joke...

J: fuck u!!

G: aha... give me a drink also..

Also George: you know whats the issue dude.. your taking everything to seriously..

G: oh...I'm soory i forgot u get money from ur mommy and daddy *gets a drink* im almost lost my job...because of u and ur complaining about me taking things seriously..

G: ahh...that's what i was talking about...to serious... *gets a drink*

J: Well im sorry...Mr Fun guy . *laughs* i said Fun Guy!! *hes drunk*

G: *laughs also* u...did it dude...u made a joke... *he's also drunk*

J: Hey dont change the subject...Mr Fun *hick up* guy.. but life isnt always fun...

G: Haha...oh god..

J: what??.

G: I...think im gonna puke..

J: here is Steffanny...

G: ahh..where??

J: Just kidding.. haha

G: u jerk... *pukes*

S: Oh god...not here.. on floor..

G: oh im sorry Steven..where would i else puke...

*next day they're woken up on Georges bed*

G: ahh...my head... uhh..

G: let me ask u something...

J: What?? Aahh... my head..

G: where did we get the money for that bar??

J: ohh...well i might have some laying around..

G: *shocked* and u were...wow!!

J: look...the thing is...Steven...gave me yesterday... becouse i was afraid i would be fired...and i didnt wanna tell u...bc u were gonna spend it on some dumb shit...ok.. sorry... aahh

*they were fighting until Nathan came in*

N: Hey guys...it's paying day..

*shows them money*

N: Thank you boys...nice working with u .

*outro song sounds playing*

[allforthe-gays]

kevaaron fluff

before practice aaron and kevin have a very intense stretching routine they do together. it takes them a solid 20 minutes to do every time but they refuse to practice without doing it first bc they dont want to sprain a muscle. neil complains about his legs being sore once and kevin then forces him and andrew to join them too.

pre-kevaaron stretch routines were absolute hell for andrew and neil bc they had to deal with kevin and aaron being flustered when they were watching each other do some of the stretches, or when they had to do the ones where one of them was lying on the ground and the other was pressing their leg into the air for them. andrew had never been happier that he ended his deal with aaron, bc now he could bully kevin into asking his brother out bc jesus christ he didnt want to see that much unresolved sexual tension involving his little brother.

kevin steals his dad's sams clubs card to by big multipacks of sports drinks and bulk buy healthy food. he always drags aaron with him, and theyll get churros in the food court to eat while theyre shopping. aaron complains to kevin that they dont go on enough dates and kevin goes "dude, we literally went to sams club last saturday" and aaron realizes how dumb his very pretty boyfriend is. "andrew i just realized im dating a himbo" "kevin's not a himbo he just forgets he's not straight sometimes"

aaron and kevin use hand warmers for their sore joints after practice, or will keep them in their pockets for when their hands are sore. they have the ones with adhesives to put on the inside of their clothing, and will use those on their legs when they have long classes after practice. matt walks in on kevin putting his arm down the front of aaron's pants to help him put the adhesive in the right place and is scarred for life. he sends kevin a 3 page word document titled "god i wish i were blind: a guide on how to have a healthy sex life when you have roomates who arent into voyeurism"

aaron sprains his ankle when kevin accidentally pushes him off of his bunk bed when they're making out bc he thought there was a wall behind him. kevin decided that it is too risky for him and aaron to kiss during exy season so from now on his relationship with aaron will be completely chaste until summer break. the decision lasted exactly 47 minutes, until aaron came back from his morning class.

sometimes kevin forgets that nicky is related to aaron and will start talking about how pretty he is and be offended when nicky doesn't agree with him "have you seen him stretch to get my cereal off of the top shelf? i want to have so many babies with him. dont you think he's great too?" "no lol" "fuck you, you have awful taste" "im literally his legal gaurdian" "oh, yeah."

aaron loves halloween so he 'forces' kevin to go to pumpkin patches and haunted houses with him. the twins used to work at one of the haunted houses so aaron knows all the hiding places in the building so he makes kevin hide with him to scare the actors and other people going through. they only go once, because an hour in andrew and neil show up and try to take their hiding place because they were gonna try to scare people too. aaron is horrified that his brother had the same date night idea that he had and never takes kevin to that haunted house again.

aaron makes kevin use his interview personality to get them discounts when they go out to eat. kevin and aaron are both broke college students so kevin very berdugingly will go along with aaron's plan. "babe i only have $3 for coffee but i wanted a bagel too~" "im not doing the thing" "come on you love doing it" "no i dont. im not doing it." "ok. guess ill just starve. you dont have to do the thing." "fine." "i just said you dont have to~" "im doing it. stop looking at me like that" "thanks babe i knew you loved me"

aaron is majoring in chemistry and has to take 8 different chem classes before he graduates, so kevin knows way more about chem then he needs to. aaron will take pictures of the cool reactions he gets to do in lab and send them to kevin bc kevin likes the colors. for his history major, kevin has to write a big paper so he writes about famous chemists so he can have aaron help him. aaron isnt really much help though bc theyll read about a discovery one of the chemists made and then go down a science rabbit hole and realize that kevin still doesn't know anything about the chemist.

this post is dedicated to my lovely besties with kevaaron requesties: @/lena.h.w @/kaaaaarts @abundance-ofemilys (@/aftg.bois) @allfourthefoxes @/ukumushu_the_bibliophile

[asset35-maya]

I am sleepy but I gotta make a request before the busy tomorrow so 2 things on my mind! Sleepy and the 'oh my god they were roomates' vine xD with any characters and aus I love everything you write anyways xD Happy timezones and best vibes your way >^<!! 💖💞💕💕

Oh my god, they were roommates…

//

“The rental market in Detroit is absolute shit! How dare these bloodsuckers charge such high rates for the most under-developed properties! This city’s going to the dogs!”

“Uh-huh.”

“You have to pay your own weight in gold just to live in a shoebox for a year. Nonsense!”

“Uh…”

“Are you even listening to me, Tina!

Tina?

Goddamnit Tina!”

Gavin thumped his fist on her desk, but Tina’s eyes barely flicked up from her phone.

“Oh my god, you sound like my grandpa…”

Gavin turned red and his brain buzzed with a thousand colourful retorts. He was just about to pick one when Tina stopped scrolling and turned her phone screen towards him.

CYBERSCALIA @ NEW JERICHO

The suburban paradise for executive androids and humans alike. Located 25 minutes drive from downtown Detroit, with a full amenities.

Gavin’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He balked at her.

“You’re joking? How could I possibly…?”

“Get with the times, boomer…”

Tina lazily skimmed her thumb over the screen. The webpage promised plenty of greenery, good infrastructure and modest but spacious rooms. The extremely reasonable price tag was Gavin’s dream come true. He’d spent weeks apartment hunting in the wake of an early lease termination by his cantankerous landlord. Gavin knew he’d never find a better deal.

“Shit, this is so good, T! Why the phck does it have to be in that- that place!”

His friend arched a sceptical eyebrow.

“What place?”

“The Tincan ghetto!”

Tina smacked him on the arm. None too gently.

“It’s subsided public housing located in an android-friendly estate… because they’re the ones that need it most right now. And frankly, you seem to be in just as much need, so you should really get off that high horse.”

“Fine, fine. You’re right. I should seriously consider this place, even if my neighbours are gonna have more in common with my car than me. But damn, it seems a little too good to be true. There’s probably some fine print, hidden costs that’ll come out later.”

“Hmm… let’s see…”

Tina scrolled further and then let out a half-laugh. She held her phone up again.

“Nothing shady about the rates, but there is something you should know…”

At the risk of being called old again, Gavin squinted at the screen and read aloud.

“Bearing in mind the founding principles of New Jericho, all human occupants may only apply for tenancy in co-habitation with at least one android citizen of the United States of- JESUS PHCKING CHRIST! Absolutely not! I am not going to live with a plastic prick!”

//

Gavin had to get through half a bottle of wine before he could bear to scroll through the rental listings. Unlike other humans who had happily moved into New Jericho with their android friends or partners, he had to find an android who was also looking for a flatmate.

Some listings came from ardent supporters of Markus. These were the androids who wanted to ease the post-revolution transition by reaching out to humans. Some listings were put up by the android equivalent of frat boys. These individuals were clearly looking for someone on the fringes of human society, someone who could show them a good (if not illegal) time.

Other posts came from eccentric androids who craved company but had likely been rejected by their own kind. Gavin felt a strange twisting sensation, almost like pity, when he came across a post written entirely in third person by someone called Ralph.

He had almost given up hope when he came across a simple little listing for a two bedroom apartment in Cyberscalia.

RK900 #313 248 317 - 87: Seeking a neat, self-sufficient co-renter. Human or android, no preference. I spend most of my time working and will be out of your way for the better part of the day. I only ask for silence during my nighttime stasis cycles, timely payment of dues and upkeep of cleanliness.

Gavin sighed in relief.

//

“Your room is the first door on the left, mine is the second. The bathroom, laundry and kitchenette are shared, as is the living room. I scarcely find use for the latter, so you need not worry about my intruding on any of your social gatherings, or vice versa. As long as you adhere to the terms of the agreement, our paths will not cross much.”

The tall, stiff-necked android dropped a set of keys, both mechanical and digital, into Gavin’s open palm.

“Er thanks.. RK… sorry I forgot your full model number…”

“You may call me Nines. Although, I’d rather you didn’t call me much of anything. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

In a swish of black fabric, the android turned on his heel and disappeared into his room. Two rapid clicks indicated the shutting and locking of his door.

Gavin sighed and looked around the open-plan living room. It was nothing fancy, but it was far beyond any of the other properties he’d viewed in weeks of unsuccessful house-hunting.

He sat down on the simple black couch with a huff and contemplated his situation. He’d ended up where he’d truly never expected to go, but objectively speaking, things were good… barring the high-handed manner of his robot flatmate, but who gave a shit about that.

He pulled out his phone to text Tina his thanks.

//

“I can’t! I refuse to! It is a violation of my personal ethics and I will simply not take this assignment any further. Good day to you sir!”

Gavin nearly dropped his bowl of cereal one morning when his roommate burst out of his door and rushed into the open balcony.

He hadn’t seen Nines in days, which was perfectly normal. The android came and went at odd hours and made hardly any noise. It was almost like living alone. The only reminder of Nines’ presence was the sight of several dark shirts and trousers regularly hung out to dry on the rack above the washing machine.

Gavin set his bowl down and watched the android tightly grip the bars of the railing and take several unnecessary breaths to calm down. He’d seen deviant colleagues express emotion many times before, but this was the first time he witnessed such a potent mixture of rage and sorrow from a synthetic being.

Out of empathy, but mostly curiosity, Gavin approached cautiously.

“Hey Nines… is everything alright…?”

There was no response for several moments. Then Nines turned around with a grimace and hands held upwards in a placating gesture.

“I apologise for the disturbance. It was hypocritical of me to disrupt the very peace and quiet I demand of you.”

“Uh… no worries…? Are you okay?”

There was a flash of steel blue eyes.

Gavin kicked himself mentally as he realised too late that he’d broached uncharted territory. Their interactions didn’t extend beyond curt nods on the rare occasion they found each other in the same space. It was almost as if Nines engineered the lack of contact, which wouldn’t surprise Gavin at all if it were the case.

“I’m fine. I merely experienced some frustration with my work.”

Perhaps it was boredom, perhaps it was his usual lack of self-preservative instinct… Gavin threw caution to the winds.

“What do you actually do?”

Nines’ expression remained stoic but his LED went through a spectacular series of colours and flashes. His next words were reluctant.

“I’m a private investigator.”

“Oh shit! I’m actually a cop.”

Gavin pointed dumbly at himself and then let his hand drop when he saw absolutely no surprise cross the android’s face.

“I know. That’s why I let you stay with me.”

“For safety?”

“Certainly not for your fashion sense.”

“Wow okay, I didn’t think I’d be much protection for a big scary droid like you.”

Nines hummed dismissively and started to move out of the balcony, body language fully indicating the end of the conversation.

Unable to help himself for some strange reason, Gavin blurted out another ill-advised question.

“What pissed you off so much?”

Nines paused halfway through side-stepping the human. A thrill went through Gavin at the shards of ice he observed for the first time up close in Nines’ irises.

“If I tell you, will you promise to stop asking pointless questions?”

Gavin nodded earnestly, and frankly… rather foolishly.

“I helped a client gather evidence to initiate divorce proceedings on the grounds of infidelity. I provided ample photo and video evidence for his lawyers to work with. Now they want me to keep following the spouse to capture more details that could gear any future settlement in his favour.”

“So what’s your problem?”

“They’re offering me an incredible amount of cash to follow her 24/7. To stake out her workplace, her gym, her parent’s home. They want me to crouch under the window of the bedroom where her children sleep. I can do a lot of things, but not that. It’s deeply insulting that they even asked. That’s why I was so… pissed.”

Nines slipped past and was nearly back to his bedroom when Gavin spoke.

“I respect that.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“I know, but for real though, I think ethics are important in our line of work. Not just because of we need morals or a sense of right or wrong blablabla, but because we need… clarity.”

Silence floated through the hallway as Nines paused with a hand on his doorframe.

“Clarity?”

“Yeah, like a sense of direction. We don’t just take cases right-left-centre because they make us money. I mean, we could, and people do… but they never become specialists or experts of any kind. You gotta strategise if you want a career. Ethics helps with that. I think…”

Gavin wasn’t sure what made him say any of that. He was neither one for small talk, nor a man of many words… but something about Nines prompted that unusual level of introspective discourse.

“Sorry that was weird. Never mind.”

“That was actually… very astute.”

Their eyes met and Gavin could’ve sworn he saw the hint of a smile.

“It’s good to see that not all humans are as one-dimensional as I thought.”

The door clicked shut, but there was no locking sound.

//

Since the morning of Nines’ uncharacteristic outburst, the frequency of their encounters in the common areas of the apartment increased. Wordless nods became hellos, and hellos eventually became full sentences.

Not that he’d admit it, Gavin actually looked forward to enquiring about the android’s day and the cases he was working on. It was utterly fascinating to hear about legal investigations without the constraints of police procedure.

For his part, Nines would share as much as he had the patience to, before disappearing into the confines of his room. Though the time he spent outside steadily increased every day.

Another morning, while Gavin was making his coffee, Nines emerged from his room, still in his pyjamas and looking as livid as he had the time before. Gavin had never seen him in anything but crisply ironed businesswear. Before he could voice any concern, Nines stiffly asked Gavin to keep a lookout for a homicide suspect.

He nodded and immediately reached for his phone to text the sergeant on duty at his station. By midday, there was an arrest.

That evening, when Gavin settled in front of the TV with his usual glass of wine, he heard the familiar sound of Nines’ door opening. The couch dipped beside him.

“Thank you.”

“Just did my job. I should thank you for the tip.”

“Hmm.”

Gavin chanced a glance at his roommate, and found him looking right back.

“What?”

“Nothing… I just had the realisation that much of my work is impotent without the authority and means to take any kind of action.”

The sitcom began to play and Gavin thumbed the remote to reduce the volume.

“Takes all kinds to keep the streets clean. PIs can do things cops can’t. We rely on guys like you for intel all the time, you know.”

“I know.”

No words were exchanged for a while thereafter. Gavin found himself unable to focus on the TV show with all the brooding energy emanating from his right.

“If you feel like being a private eye doesn’t make enough of a difference, then why didn’t you… um… you know…”

“Join law enforcement?”

“Yup.”

“Plenty of my fellow androids have done so. I know for a fact that my predecessor model chose to remain there. You might know him.”

“Connor? Yes. Very annoying.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

“Totally. But why didn’t you join too? You’d be brilliant on the Force.”

“My skillset is certainly well-suited, but I didn’t want to become another puppet of the state.”

Gavin really didn’t know what to say to that. He nodded uncertainly and looked back at the television. He wasn’t sure why Nines was suddenly this social.

“What are you… watching?”

Androids could scan and detect just about anything in the world, so there had to be something else to the question. Gavin, strangely, was happy to oblige.

//

Nines made an appearance every evening, without fail. He would sit through the TV shows if they were of interest, or he would bring his case material and notes to the coffee table to work in silence beside Gavin.

Sometimes Gavin liked to work on jigsaw puzzles on the dining table. Nines would sit beside him, pretending to read a paperback novel, but actually scanning the puzzle and passing the right pieces over from time to time.

Against all odds, an evening ritual and a tentative friendship developed. It was simple, but it was warm. Comfortable. Like nothing Gavin had ever had before, even with humans.

//

He awoke one morning with a slight crick in his neck but the feeling of being very well-rested.

His eyes flickered open and fell upon the window. Familiar greenery came into view… but wait… had everything slightly shifted to the left? And was that the New Jericho Capitol building? He couldn’t see that from his room! There was a tree in the way! A tree that was now a few feet away from where it used to be.

Gavin sat up in alarm as he realised that he was not in his own bed. His heart flew into his throat as Nines walked through the open doorway. Shirtless and carrying a mug of blue liquid.

“Oh good, you’re up.”

“Wha-what happened!?”

Nines frowned and sat down on the edge of the bed. He set the mug on the floor and pulled on a plain black t-shirt.

“You passed out on the couch last night. I think you finished a whole bottle waiting up for me? Sorry, I was out working later than expected.”

Gavin looked down and sighed in relief as he found all his clothes still on him.

“I didn’t want you to injure yourself sleeping at an odd angle so I brought you here. Your door was locked.”

“You could’ve easily opened it.”

“Yes, but that would’ve been an invasion of privacy. I reserve that for working hours alone.”

Gavin looked deep into the sparkling blue eyes and as usual found no trace of humour.

“Thanks…”

“Don’t mention it. Now get out. You’re ruining my silk sheets.”

//

Against his best efforts, Gavin could not keep the thought of being carried to bed and tucked in safely out of his mind. How many years had it been? Since something like that had been even remotely possible for him?

He knew that Nines was just being kind in his own pragmatic little way… but Gavin found that he wouldn’t mind the prospect of waking up in the android’s bed in a wildly different context.

He realised he had it bad when Tina caught him smiling to himself at work one day.

“Why so happy?”

“Oh… nothing. Just remembered something my roommate did… He’s a… funny guy.”

“Huh. Well, look at you getting along so well with androids.”

“Android. Singular. Just him.”

“Wowwww… he sounds special.”

//

“Who did this?”

“Gavin, the damage is merely superficial-”

“Who phcking did this??!”

He reached forward and gingerly touched Nines’ split cheek. His synth skin was smeared with blue blood and glitching in and out. Nines winced at the contact.

“Shit, sorry. That must hurt like a bitch.”

“Androids do not feel pain.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m merely experiencing a surge in sensory input wherever my chassis is exposed. I’m fine.”

“Shut up and give me your first aid kit or whatever toolbox equivalent you tincans have.”

A shade of embarrassment appeared over the android’s features.

“I… actually don’t have one. I didn’t think I’d ever need it.”

“Didn’t think anyone could kick your ass, huh?”

“No… I didn’t think anyone would ever spot my hiding place.”

“Huh. How’d that happen?”

Nines’ eyes dipped, but as always, he answered the question.

“I was… distracted.”

Something in the air solidified and both of them felt it. Gavin cleared his throat and slapped his knees like an old man about to stand up.

“Right. Let me go check if the neighbours have anything that might help with your face.”

//

“So who’s this dapper young gent you’ve brought to the party, Gavin?”

“Er… he’s my uh… roommate.”

Captain Fowler nodded and winked.

“That’s what they called it in my day too.”

Nines shifted beside Gavin and cleared his throat.

“He’s a PI. But I think he’s wasting his talent taking pictures of cheating spouses. He’s quite interested in police work. Maybe we could get him to assist on a couple cases now and then?”

Fowler put down his drink and extended a warm hand to Nines.

//

“Oh thank RA9!”

Nines came running to the cluster of police cars and enveloped him in a giant hug. Gavin laughed as he patted him weakly on the back.

“Watch the ribs, big guy.”

“I was so worried.”

“Why? Your info was good. No chance of error.”

“I meant about you.”

Gavin pulled back and regarded Nines with confusion. The flashing red and blue lights of the cars made it hard to read his LED.

“Why?”

“I can’t believe you have to ask.”

The android pulled him into a bruising kiss. The officers standing nearby broke into wolf-whistles and applause.

“What the-”

“Oh I take full credit for that, sir.”

Fowler glanced at Tina.

“The case, Chen?”

“Oh of course. I solved the whole thing. But I mean that specifically.”

She waved a hand in Gavin and Nines’ direction. The two held each other tightly and seemed unlikely to come up for air anytime soon.

“Like I helped Gav find an affordable place in New Jericho and then he met this handsome investigator droid and they were roommates.”

“Oh my god, they were roommates…”

“Yeah legit.”

//

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Thanks so much for the request @jude-shotto

This ended up being a lot longer than expected, but I couldn’t help it. Your prompt just took me on a whole journeyyyy <3

[crybabysunflower]

Why I recommend people to watch this 'strange' anime

Introduction

To be honest I am actually not at all that much of a religious person so when initially I was recommended to watch this film by my friend, like many others similar to me, I was skeptical of it. More so because the unique concept weirded me out.

Also disclaimer, if you are someone who are not comfortable with their religious figure being portrayed in any comical sense whatsoever please refrain from reading my post

Saint Young Men is a slice of life, comedy anime movie based on the manga by Hikaru Nakamura whose plot centers around Jesus Christ and Gautama Buddha, central figures of Christianity and Buddhism respectively, living together as roomates in an apartment in the Tachikawa region of Tokyo as they take a vacation of earth from their heavenly duties.

Why I recommend watching this anime

Its wholesome message:-

One of the central message of this movie is about finding joy in little, mundane things in life. The story depicts its main characters in various situations, situations such as going to an amusement park, going to the swimming pool, planning a surprise birthday party and many more. It shows us how little things in life can provide so much comfort, going on a walk with your friend, wishing a simple hello while smiling to your neighbours can create a positive impression in them because, in the end it feels good (as the neighbours remarked that these "weird foreigners" seemed like good natured people) . A vending machine can be fascinating, a sip of your favourite drink can revitalise your mind and body after a long day of hardwork (as remarked by one of the characters saying "we became ascetic for these simple pleasures while they were eating chips), giving a gift to your friend will not just make them feel good but also watching them being happy with it feels good as well. Going along with this message, it also tells us that these religious figures wont really mind not being the central figure of the festivals related to them (Jesus forgetting his birthday on christmas and instead enjoying the day like any other person, even getting excited about Santa Claus) they might just simply marvel at the beautiful world they have created. Further going more into this meaning, this movie tells us that even with the commercialization of these religious festival, the faith, the values the ethics persists (as depicted by how Buddha helped the mean child during the Mikoshi festival, despite being constantly bullied by that kid). This movie (and this series at large) instead of shaming people for indulging in "materialistic pleasures of life" tells us that faith has always been existing and will be existing forever.

Mixing references from religious texts with the story

In this movie, we see multiple occasions where references from religious texts related to both of the figures were made, the opening scene were the birds were collectively perching on Buddha's body, Jesus turning water into wine out of excitement, him also narrating about Walking on Water, their tshirts always having something written related to their respective faiths (as routinely noted by the cashier who is always curious about what kind of shirt they would be wearing on the next day). One of my favourite of such of these references was when Jesus was communicating with the yakuza and actually having parallels with that man (the yakuza ending up in jail because one of his gang members having betrayed him is no less similar to what Judas did).

Authors note:-

Since I haven't been writing for a long time, I have kind of lost my confidence in my writing and it was not only my friends recommendation which made me watch it but also because one of my favourite youtubers, Accented Cinema had recommended the same movie so I really had to watch it and, I am really thankful to both my friend and the youtuber for recommending me such a wholesome movie

[tojitiddies]

✰ [GHOST] BUSTING MAKES ME FEEL GOOD

pairing ⋆ connie springer x fem!reader

synopsis ⋆ you don’t know who’s crazier. your ghost hunting boyfriend or you for even dating him.

warnings ⋆ paranormal encounters, slight ghost coercion, oral sex, vaginal sex, creampie

ꔵ there was no doubt about it, your boyfriend connie was an oddball. like tin hat wearing, crazy conspiracist, dark reddit forum odd. his friends often asked him how he’d bagged a chick like you in the first place and honestly you were curious too. you’d met him at a halloween party your best friend mikasa had thrown. one wild night and two awkward dates later you both became that sickeningly sweet couple that everyone hated to love.

at this point in your relationship you had grown used to connie’s random 3AM messages about some spooky forum he’d found or him sending random true crime articles he wanted you to read. he and his roomates jean and sasha all ran a somewhat popular youtube channel — they called themselves “the phantom philosophers” — where they covered different cryptid and ghost stories sent to them by viewers. they also went on numerous ghost hunts to try and speak or communicate with ghosts. you were always curious about your boyfriend’s odd way of life and even appeared on one of his streams once — his subscribers couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend. so, when connie asked you if you wanted to come along with him, jean, and sasha for a ghost hunt you jumped at the opportunity.

that’s exactly how you found yourself in front of an abandoned church while your boyfriend and his friends began setting up their equipment. tonight they were looking for the ghost of a pastor who secretly ran his own brothel beneath the church. one of the women had turned on him and murdered him while they were having sex. the story seemed completely made up, but connie assured you it was legit.

you watched as connie started setting up his body camera and clipping it to his jacket. “so...anything i can help with?” you asked, rocking back on the heels of your sneakers. connie looked up at you as if he’d forgotten you were there. “huh? oh, no babe you’re fine. just stand there looking pretty.” he replied sweetly. you forced a smile towards him, letting it falter when he went back to messing with his equipment. you had only agreed to this because you wanted to spend time with him, but this entire trip he’d been so distracted. you were so used to having his attention all the time, it was starting to take you out of the mood.

you decided to go find out what sasha was doing. she had a boyfriend too, niccolo. he was really nice and an amazing cook. earlier you’d asked her why he didn’t come with you all, to which she told you that niccolo was secretly a huge fraidy cat. when you approached her she was sitting in the trunk of jean’s pick up. she seemed to be really focused on...some sort of device? “what’s that?” you queried, sitting next to her. sasha beamed and shoved it into your lap. “this, my friend, is a modernized proton pack like the ghostbusters use! i’ve been engineering this baby for a couple months now and this is gonna be its first field run!” she squeals as she begins to point out all the functions and uses of the device. it looked sort of like a portable cd player.

while sasha babbled on about her “precious baby” jean and connie approached you both, equipment and cameras ready. “here you are ____.” jean presented you with a headlamp and a frequency tuner. “now first rule of ghost hunting, do not be on your own. you’re always gonna want a buddy. i’m assuming connie will fill that role?” he asked, looking between the two of you. you were still annoyed with him but you nodded anyway. you’d bring it up when the two of you were alone. “alright then. sasha you’re with me. and don’t even think about trying to spook me this time, i took self defense lessons and i’ll definitely clock you this time.” he scolded, to which sasha responded by rolling her eyes. “oh please, it was just a joke pony boy.” she taunted. jean shot her a glare. “keep it up.” he warned before turning back to you.

“second rule, do not under any circumstances curse a ghost. not only will that anger the ghost and make it mad at you, it will also get mad at everyone else and we don’t want any part of your beef. so keep it to yourself.” it was your turn to roll your eyes. “jean you don’t need to mansplain ghost hunting to me, i’m not stupid. plus i watch you guys’ channel all the time.” you say, sliding off the truck and situating the headlamp on. “i’m ready to get to some ghostbustin!” sasha hops up and high fives you. connie laughs and wraps his arm around your waist. “ah don’t worry jean, i’ll be with her the whole time.” jean stares blankly between the three of you before shaking his head.

“whatever. connie go ahead and start your body cam. it’s time to head in.” connie chuckles at jean’s annoyance and switches on the camera, a small red light peeps out to signal it’s recording. jean has one on as well, tapping his slightly to test it out. “alright gang, buckle up. i’m trying to meet a horny ghost.” he said with a grin, beginning his march into the church, the three of you following close behind.

ꔵ inside the church it was dusty and reeked of mildew. you pinched your nose as you and the others switched on your headlights. “jesus christ, it fucking stinks.” connie remarks. sasha elbows him in the rib. “dude we’re in a haunted church, you can’t take the lord’s name in vain.” she scolds him before crossing her shoulders in silent prayer. you giggle as connie rolls his eyes at sasha’s ridiculous antics. a strong gust of wind blows through the church, causing the front entrance to slam shut. you shriek, grabbing ahold of connie’s arm while sasha laughs at your frightened behavior. “don’t worry ____, ‘s just the wind.” connie reassures you, rubbing your shoulder.

“alright guys enough fucking around. it’s time to split up and cover more ground.” jean says, taking charge. “sasha, you and i are gonna explore the chapel and the pastor’s office. connie and ____, you both are going down to the abandoned brothel in the basement.” he instructs. connie groans and folds his arms. “seriously? that’s probably where his ghost is hiding.” connie complains. you tense up at that. it was only your first ghost hunt and they were sending you right into the fire. “that’s the point dumbass? sasha and i will be up here gathering frequencies and seeing if we can find any phantom residue. if you two can get in contact with the pastor, we can probably record his frequencies from up here to listen back later.” he explains.

sasha pulls some weird tool from her fanny pack, holding it up. “this is mission is perfect for using my tuning fork! i’ve been wanting to try this for ages.” she squeals, her voice echoing through the church. “damn sasha, lower your voice.” jean mutters, to which she responds with another giggle mumbling out a quiet “sorry”. jean looks back to the two of you. “well we have our assignments, lets get this show on the road my fellow philosophers.” jean salutes you both and opens the doors to the chapel, sasha waves and follows after him before shutting the door behind them. “jerk.” connie mutters under his breath. you squeeze his hand and smile up at him.

“c’mon connie, i wanna see my boyfriend bust some ghosts.” you say, hoping to cheer him up a little. connie nodded, barely acknowledging your attempt before starting to head off towards the doors leading to the basement. “alright babe, stick close. i have no idea what’s down here.” he instructed. you hummed in disinterest and began to follow him in his descent. amazing! astonishing even! you were practically throwing yourself at him, yet your boyfriend was still more interested in some stinky old pastor ghost. as you traveled deeper downstairs, the air around you began to get warmer like a stuffy room. by the time you’d gotten down to the basement there was a humid temperature surrounding you.

“is it to supposed to feel so warm down here?” you asked, taking connie’s hand to be as close as possible to him. connie whipped his head around the basement floor shining his headlamp on all the different doors. “you would think it’d be cold with all this concrete, it’s weird.” he finally answered, switching on his frequency tuner. you followed his movements and did the same. “good weird or bad weird?” you asked again, growing a bit concerned. connie shrugged before making his way towards one of the doors, his frequency tuner picking up. you glared at him, having had enough of his nonchalant attitude.

seduce him.

you blinked as the thought came from seemingly nowhere. you shook your head, deciding to ignore it. you watched connie peak into the room that was making his frequency tuner go off the wire, letting out a gasp. “____! you’ve gotta come see this!” he exclaims, grinning back at you before making his way inside. you follow after him, curious to see what surprised him so much that he actually acknowledged your existence. when you stepped inside you were surprised to find the room...spotless? there wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere. the decorative rugs and tapestries that hung on the walls created an erotic atmosphere. the large bed looked clean and comfortable as well, an oil lamp sitting on the bedside. “i thought this church was abandoned, who’s doing the upkeep?” you observed, still taken aback by the surprisingly clean and crisp room. connie pressed his hand down on the bed, feeling it out. “no idea. even the mattress and blankets feel fresh.” he marveled.

seduce him and gain his favors!

this time the thought echoed louder through your head, making you feel a bit lightheaded. your knees buckled causing you to drop down to the floor. connie whipped his head around in shock, instantly rushing to see if you were alright. “you okay baby?” he asked, concern lacing his words. you nodded and took his hand to help you stand back up. almost as instantly as you were back on your feet you felt the pressure in your head drop to your chest and then to your arousal. you let out a small whimper at the sudden wave of pleasure that came out of nowhere. connie pressed the back of his hand to your forehead, his touch felt like lightning.

“are you sure you’re okay? maybe we should — “ the door to the bedroom slammed shut behind you, but you didn’t really care. all you could think about was satisfying the sudden hunger that had come over you. connie jiggled the doorknob trying to get the door back open, curses spilling out of his lips. you sauntered up behind him, snaking your arms around his waist, swirling them up to lay your hands on his pecs. “wha — ____?” he turned his head to his shoulder, trying to get a view of you. you giggled and kissed his shoulder. “awh baby, we can stay in here and get comfy.” you whine, pressing yourself against him. connie tensed up in your embrace, caught off guard by your sudden switch in attitude. the oil lamp beside the bed flickered on, casting the room in a warm dim orange glow. connie grabbed your hands and snatched them off his chest. he spun around to face you, cupping your face in his hands.

“____, hey get ahold of yourself!” he tried snapping you out of it, his fingers popping between your eyes. you leaned up and kissed him under his chin. “i want you to get ahold of me.” you murmured, grabbing his wrists to place his hands on your waist. you batted your eyelashes at him with those puppy dog eyes you knew he couldn’t resist. connie gulped, his hand hands instinctively squeezing around your waist. “y-you’re not yourself, this isn’t right.” he muttered under his breath, more so talking to himself.

you snaked your arms up and around his shoulders walking back into the bed, flipping around to push him into the bed. “you made me very upset, ignoring me all night for your dumb ghost hunt.” you said, planting yourself in his lap, running your thumb along his lips. “how are you going to make it up to me?” connie frowns furrowing his brows. you don’t even wait for him to answer before letting your head fall to the side, kissing over the expanse of his neck.

connie shivered, falling prey to your advances. you snatched off both your headlamps in a playful demeanor while your other hand trailed down to the seat of his pants, letting your fingers splay out across his crotch. “____…w-wait a moment.” he breathed, letting out a slight moan when you squeezed your hand around his clothed length. you giggled softly, slithering from his thigh to between his legs. you nudged his crotch with your nose, looking back at up at him. his face was flushed and his eyes were glazed over with lust. that was all the indication you needed to begin to undoing his jeans.

your mind was clouded with thoughts of your boyfriend fucking your mouth and praising you with all the attention you’d yearned for. you pulled down his pants and boxers, licking your lips at his erect cock, leaking with precum. taking your thumb to his tip, you gently began to spread around the sticky substance. your tongue darted out to kitten lick the little mess you made, leaving connie hissing and squirming. “you’re such a tease.” he grunted. you grinned up at him knowingly before tilting your head to kiss along the length of his shaft.

connie desperately bucked his hips slightly as your kisses became wet and suctioning. done teasing him, you eagerly wrapped your lips around him sucking his tip before bobbing your head further. your tongue swirled around his shaft expertly, causing him to groan and buck his hips. you moan as his cock travels further down your throat, the vibrations of your voice stimulating him further.

“fuck baby…keep sucking me in just like that.” he huffs out, trying to keep his moans from pitching. his hands nestle in your hair, bringing your head down further. you relaxed your jaw as he continued to fuck your mouth, saliva collecting and dripping down your chin. connie bucked his hips into your mouth with fervor, you could tell he was close. “your throat feels so fucking good around me, keep swallowing me down just like that.” he praised, letting his head fall back against his shoulders.

he takes another deep thrust before you feel him spill his thick warm release down your throat. his cock twitches on your tongue as you slowly drag his length from your mouth. connie sits breathless on the bed, panting from the climax he’d just had, but you weren’t finished. you rose back up to your feet and stripped off your jeans and panties before crawling on top of him. with your hands slowly lifting your shirt over your head, you ground your wet cunt against the underside of his length.

connie stared up at you, his daze apparent on his face. “my turn.” you whisper, kissing the side of his mouth. you raised your hips slightly positioning his cock at your entrance before sinking down. you whimpered as you felt him filling you up all at once. connie took ahold of your hips, hissing as you clenched around him. “shit…your pussy loves sucking me in.” he groaned, bucking his hips again.

you whine, rocking your hips back against him. “it’s because i wanna feel you, right here.” you move your hand to your lower stomach, where you wanted to feel connie push against. connie smirked, lifting his knees up on and raising you up to hover over him slightly. “i can do that for you baby.” he growled into your ear before rapidly thrusting his cock into you. you grabbed ahold of his shoulders as he bucked into you, trying to keep your balance.

connie kept his word, fucking you balls deep with no mercy. you were so overwhelmed by pleasure you didn’t realize how loud you’d become. the oil lamp flickered as connie swiftly switched positions so you were on your back. he pushed your thighs back exposing your wet cunt that gaped for connie’s cock. he smirked and spit against you clit rising a whine from your throat. he chuckled cruelly before burying his cock back inside of you, his thrusts causing you to lurch up against the bed.

you clawed your hands over his his shoulder blades as he fucked you deep. “you feel so good, don’t stop!” you moan, arching you back as he hits your sweet spot. connie groaned from the way. you squeezed around him before leaning down to kiss you, his tongue swirling around yours. the sinful noises that came from between you both, echoing through the room. connie moved his lips across your jaw, praising you as he kissed and sucked your skin. you dazedly let your head fall to the side.

then you saw him.

a young man dressed in preachers robes, watching you both intently. you cried out clinging to connie — connie assumed it was a moan and continued to fuck into you. the preacher grinned at you and faded from your eyesight. just then connie let out a grunt. “shit baby, i’m gonna cum.” you were too dumbfounded to respond but it didn’t matter. connie had already grabbed your waist, pulling you down on his cock faster. the movement shocked you out of your mindstate, making you forget about the whole “pervy preacher ghost in the corner of the room” thing.

“fuck connie keep going!” you whine, your hand coming to grab your tits to keep them from bouncing out of your bra. connie fucked you like that until your legs became jelly and you creamed all over his cock. just as you were catching your breath connie came inside you, spilling his thick seed all over your walls. connie collapsed into your chest taking deep breaths.

“shit.” he breathed out, his hand squeezing your waist. “you okay baby?” he asked, tilting his head back to look at you. you smiled and nodded, massaging his short silvery hair. connie seemed to have a thought of realization and frowned. “i’m sorry ____. i should’ve done more to make you feel like i wanted you here. i must’ve looked like such an asshole. i was so focused on busting ghosts, i forgot the most important thing i wanted out of this was to introduce my girl to my uh…hobbies.” the sincerity in his eyes had you swooning. you cupped his cheek and leaned down to kiss the top of his head. “you’re forgiven.”. you say, before sitting up.

not a good idea.

your head was spinning. you moaned and grabbed your head, massaging it. “____? baby, what’s wrong?” connie asked worriedly, sitting up as well. then just as quick as the dizziness came, it went. you blinked. “i have no idea. maybe you just fucked me too hard, hm?” you teased, poking his shoulder. connie pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. you couldn’t read his expression, tho it looked like a mix between a shock, confusion, and disappointment. in short, nothing good. “what?” you ask.

connie shook his head. “this is gonna sound crazy, but do you think you were possessed?” he blurted out. you bit your lip, remembering the preacher and the strange echoing voice in your head. “ah…maybe? but i wanted that, it was me no one was controlling me. it just felt more like someone was egging me on.” you explained. even coming from your own mouth it sounded delusional. “oh my god connie, did i get possessed?!” you squealed, snapping your legs shut.

connie laughed and leaned forward, pulling you into his embrace. “no it wasn’t possession baby. just a bit of paranormal influence, like in the poltergeist.” this did not reassure you whatsoever, but connie was already sliding off the bed. “c’mon let’s go back upstairs and see what jean and sasha found. don’t tell them what happened okay? jean’ll kill the shit out of me.” he chuckled, kissing the top of your forehead. you did once over of the room again to make sure there was no ghost priest hiding in here before starting to get dressed again.

ꔵ “finally you two are here! you’ve gotta come see this!” sasha exclaimed as she saw the both of you approaching. sasha and jean had hooked up some sort of computer and were huddled around it. “what is it you?” connie questioned, taking your hand and hurrying you towards them. you smiled, relieved that he had meant what he said and was starting to finally include you. “it seems like whatever you guys did down there worked! we recorded these weird frequencies and we think we might have caught the pastors attention.” jean said, clicking around the screen.

you and connie exchanged wide eyed glances. “uh…what did you hear?” you asked, instinctively squeezing connie’s hand. jean and sasha shrugged. “nothing, we couldn’t hear it until it finished recording.” jean grinned up at the two of you. “but you arrived at perfect timing, now we can play it back together.” jean pulled up the sound byte. “jean i don’t think — “ connie started to protest, but jean had already pressed the space bar.

the empty church echoed with the sounds of your lewd moans and connie’s sensual praises. the heat rushed into your cheeks as you looked down in shame. you didn’t wanna see anyone else’s facial expressions. after what seemed like forever sasha’s hand darted out to pause it. safe to assume you were never invited to go ghost hunting with you boyfriend and his friends again. however you and connie did some extensive research afterwards.

connie’s body cam had mysteriously became static when he walked into the bedroom, so there was no footage of the ghost — you were honestly just relieved the two of you didn’t film a sex tape. however, apparently the ghost of the priest wandered the church, waiting to lure couples into the brothel rooms so that he could gain pleasure from seeing his brothel still be put to use. seven other couples who had visited the church also reported a strange occurrence where they ended up having sex in the brothel as well. you wondered how jean had missed that key part of research about the ghost.

“we may not have busted that ghost, but he sure made us bust.” connie cackled, nudging you. you gave him a pointed look. “you make awful jokes.” you told him, nudging him back. though the experience was a bit of a mindfucker, it truly brought you and connie closer together.

author’s note: hello again! this took me a really long time to write and yet it still feels really rushed :( i tried to do what i could in the edits but this probably isn’t my favorite. i would appreciate feedback if anyone has any though and if you did actually like it, thank you! i promise i can do way better though lmao </3

[headoverheelsforramsey]

Hiiiii! Here are this week's different questions lol

Not Yet Wed Questions

Note: Great Scott! This week, we are going back in time to MC’s intern year. Think of Ethan’s relationship with them at this point and answer the following questions accordingly. It is entirely up to you when in year 1 this takes place (pre/post Miami, pre/post CH 15, etc). Feel free to answer with dialogue or pictures or both :) Have fun!

No worries. All of this is off the record and HR will never know!

The setting for this answers is:

For Both

When I first saw them, I thought__________

What is your coworker's most used swear word?

Quick: What color are their eyes?

Three people at work your coworker hates?

What is your coworker’s strangest or most endearing quirk?

If they had a crush on anyone at work, who would that be?

(Bonus round! Feel free to skip.)

Never have I Ever:

come into work hungover

had a fistfight

been kicked out of a bar

gotten a tattoo

broken someone’s heart

been in love

For MC (Ethan is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

What do you find the most impressive about him?

Last thing he texted you?

If he asked you out on a date, what would you say?

For Ethan (MC is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

What specifically do you find attractive about her?

Last thing she texted you?

If she asked you out on a date, how would you respond?

Hello Hello Bree! My weekly dose of sunshine has arrived! 🤗

Sorry this took so long I am literally neck deep in assignments.

Anyways can I just say that these questions were just brilliant!! Book 1 is so close to our hearts and Ethan MC dynamic back in the day was priceless. 😂

Just a fair warning this contains a lot of pinching noses and rolling eyes because that's what book 1 Ethan used to do all the time. So now let the fun begin! 🤩

The setting for this answers is: Post Chap 15, before the ethics trial.

Ethan : Remind me again why I am doing this?

Meera : Because you are unemployed and have a lot of free time, also because I asked nicely? (with puppy eyes)

Ethan (Rolls eyes)

FOR BOTH

When I first saw them, I thought__________

*Both of them wait for each other to answer*

Ethan : You go first, this was your idea.

Meera : Oh boy. Why do I have the feeling you are going to hate me even more after this?

Ethan : I can't hate you more than I did when I first met you.

Meera (expectantly) : So you are saying the hatred for me has declined since then?

Ethan : Just answer the damn question.

Meera : Okay fine. I thought "why is this person being so rude to me? I am still a kid I am still learning. Such an asshole, gotta keep outta his path."

Ethan (looks at her amused) : I thought "ah shit here we go again. A new bunch of nerve wrecking idiotic interns incoming."

Meera (dramatically opens her mouth and places her hands on her chest) : Ouch! Rude!

Ethan (sly grin)

What is your coworker's most used swear word?

Meera : Jesus. Christ. Jesus Christ. He is religious that way. (winks)

Ethan : Very funny Rookie. She on the other hand has an explicit vocabulary in slangs but I think I have heard holy shit, holy cow, holy fuck the most.

Meera (excitedly) : See I am religious too. Also look at us twining in swears.

Quick: What color are their eyes?

Meera (immediately) : Ocean Blue! No, Celestial blue!

Ethan (looks at Meera, surprised)

Meera (suddenly concious) : Blue. Just plain simple blue.

Ethan (thinks for a moment)

Meera (puts a hand over her eyes)

Ethan : What are you doing?

Meera : I won't let you cheat.

Ethan : Cheat? I don't cheat.

Meera : Ofcourse the great Ethan Ramsey doesn't cheat. Then go ahead and ans---

Ethan : Dark brown.

Meera (impressed with him)

Three people at work your coworker hates?

Meera (heaves out a long dramatic sigh) : Ask me whom he doesn't?

Ethan : I tolerate most of them though.

Meera (chuckles) : I think it'll be Dr. Thorne, Dr. Myles and Dr. Hirata. Atleast these are the ones he complains about the most.

Ethan : Hmm. Fair enough. Bose here obviously hates that back stabbing "friend" whose name I'd rather die than learn. And I think Dr. Emery and Dr. Mirani also falls under this list.

Meera : Full point for the first one, but I think Aurora is a good person overall, she has some issues, which we need to work out. And I don't hate Zaid, I just don't like how he is always in a grumpy melancholic mood.

Ethan : Which is very justified of him given that he has to work with the interns the majority of his work hours.

What is your coworker’s strangest or most endearing quirk?

Meera : Easy, pinching the bridge of his nose and rolling his eyes when annoyed, which is all the time by the way.

Ethan : I think adjusting her glasses when it threatens to slip from her nose and forming her lips in a strange way when concentrating.

Bree : I am sorry doctor could you just explain the last part better.

Ethan (rolls his eyes and tries to do his best impression of Meera's pout)

Meera (chuckles) : That's not how it's done, Ethan. This is how it's done (pouts)

Ethan : Yeah same thing.

If they had a crush on anyone at work, who would that be?

Ethan : Crush? What are we? Highschool students? I am not answering that. (prepares to leave)

Meera : I think it might be Dr. Emery.

Ethan (stops short on his way out, turns around and takes a seat again) : Really Rookie? Fine you want to know her crush? It's that scalpel jockey, or that paramedic guy she is so friends with or maybe that other Indian intern roomate she has.

Meera : What! No. They are my friends. What made you think that?

Ethan : What made you think Harper is my crush?

Bree : Okay doctors let's move on to the next round.

Never have I Ever:

come into work hungover

Meera : Nope!

Ethan : Never. We are doctors we might get someone loose their life.

had a fistfight

Meera : Yes.

Ethan (looks at her unbelievingly) : I thought you were the harmless kind.

Meera (smugly) : I am mostly harmless, untill you get on my bad side. What about you?

Ethan : I'll have to say no.

Meera : You punched Nash though.

Ethan : He didn't punch me back, so doesn't count Rookie.

been kicked out of a bar

Meera : Unfortunately yes.

Ethan : Unfortunately yes too.

Meera : What?! The great Ethan Ramsey?

Ethan : Stop calling me that. I am a human afterall and I had some very stupid friends back in med school.

gotten a tattoo

Ethan : No.

Meera : Yes.

Ethan (smirks)

broken someone’s heart

Meera : Not that I know off

Ethan : I am not proud of it but yes.

been in love

Ethan : No.

Meera : Expected. For me it's yes. Maybe it didn't last but I can't say what we had wasn't love.

For Meera (Ethan is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

He thinks he won't practice medicine anymore because he can't solve Naveen's case but I know he won't be able to resist helping people and ofcourse that is what Naveen always wanted. So, professionally, he is doing wonders. Inspiring thousands of hearts, guiding hundreds of young doctors and saving millions of lives. The diagnostic team has becomes globally recognised. He has written another book or two. Maybe won the Lasker Awards.

Personally, I hope he is happy and not lonely. He needs someone by his side. Someone who can tolerate his sarcasm and critisisim. Someone who will put a smile on his face when he wakes up beside her. Maybe he'll have a family, if that someone is really strong-willed. (let's out a dry laugh)

What do you find the most impressive about him?

His passion for what he does. He just lights up and enrapts the entire room when he speaks about medicine. And I just get lost in the sea of passion in his eyes. Also his stubbornness and unwillingness to give up is really impressive.

Last thing he texted you?

I'll show you wait.

He ordered about half a dozen books on Medical Law and Ethics for me.

If he asked you out on a date, what would you say?

(stays silent for a long time)

I don't think so he will. Like the chances are really really thin but trust me if he does I wouldn't dare say no. (colour rises to her cheeks)

But yes that's in a different world. A world in which we don't live. (sighs wistfully)

For Ethan (Meera is not there)

Where do you see her in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

If she manages to save her lisence she'll be a wonderful doctor. She'll save innumerable lives and be one of the brightest stars in medicine. I am sure she'll secure a spot on the DT and maybe even lead it someday. She'll make me proud. (smiles genuinely)

Personally I hope she'll be with someone who loves her more than anything and that she is with literally anybody else but that scalpel jockey. She'll have a loving caring partner who'll cook her meals when she comes home from a twelve hour shift. She'll have amazing friends especially the ones she has now. They really love her and they didn't think twice before helping her out with Mrs. Martinez's case.

Maybe she'll have a family. A few kids who will also grow up to show a stunning reflection of their mother.

What specifically do you find attractive about her?

Ethan : I can't say attractive but I'll say I like her personality. She has a magnetic one that makes sure to turn heads any time she walks into a room. Also I love that she cares so deeply about people and she is willing to go out of her way to put a smile on these people's face. Like for example Mrs. Martinez.

Bree : So is this "like" or "love"?

Ethan : Did I? Did I just say love? I am so sorry I meant like.

Bree : Could you enlist something physically attractive about her?

Ethan : If I have to. I'd say I love, er... like, like her laughter. It literally brightens the entire room. (blushes)

Last thing she texted you?

"Thank you Ethan"

If she asked you out on a date, how would you respond?

(sighs) I would feel lucky to go on a date with her, but right now in this situation? It's too complicated. I can't jeopardize her career, so it's a no form me, despite my actual feelings.

This was so fun! Thank you once again @jamespotterthefirst

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Please let me know if you want to be added or removed. And if you want to sit out only the answers to the ask games hit me up too. There won't be any hard feelings. I promise. 💜

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Can you do Taeyong having a corruption kink with a friends to lovers au, please?

Oof-🥵 I am not completely satisfied with it,but I hope you like it.

“Hurry up, y/n.” Taeyong whined while waiting for you to finish packing your notebooks.

“Relax, I’m done. Let’s go.” You intertwined your arm with his and walked out of the classroom. “Why are you in such a hurry?”

“I need to get my house ready for the party tonight. You’re coming right?”

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss my best friend’s party for anything in the world.”

‘Best friend’. How much Taeyong hated that title. But no matter what he did, you would never see him as anything but your friend. Not because you weren’t attracted to him, but because your relationship was too valuable.

“Then I’ll see you there.” With a quick peck in your cheek, he made his way home.

You went home as well, your roomate had gone out, so you had the house to yourself.

After a quick shower you got dressed. It was a simple outfit, white crop top and black shorts. Your make up was simple as well, you were too lazy to do something elaborated.

You left a note for your roomate saying that you’d be out all night, it wouldn’t be the first time you crashed at Taeyong’s anyways.

(...)

The loud music coming out from the speakers made your head hurt. You couldn’t seem to find your best friend in the middle of the crowd. What you did find was a less crowded room with people sitting in a circle around something. It smelled like weed inside, but it was somehow less suffocating than being with the crowd.

“Hey, y/n.” One of your classmates, Yuta, greeted you. “Come sit with us.” He patted the free seat beside him and another boy you’d never seen before.

A while later you learned that they were playing spin the bottle. You ran away out of a panic attack when the bottle that Yuta had spun landed on you. The only place you knew would be empty was Taeyong’s room, but you were wrong. The person you’d been looking for the whole night was right there, sitting on his bed while scrolling through his phone. The moonlight lit up his features. He looked as handsome as ever.

“Here you are!” He jolted.

“Jesus Christ, you scared me.” You went to his bed and laid down beside him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m starting to think that parties are not my thing.” He let out a sigh. “What about you?”

“I was playing spin the bottle, but the thing is, I don’t even know how to kiss. So I ran away.” The laugh Taeyong let out was too loud, almost sarcastic.

“You’re joking right?”

“I really wish I was.” You placed your forearm over your eyes. “I’ve never had a real kiss, only pecks.”

“Get up, I’m gonna show you how to kiss properly.” He got you on your feet by pulling your arms.

“Tae, I don’t think this is a good idea...”

“I’m not gonna let my bestie walk around not knowing how to kiss. Now, close your eyes.”

“But-”

“Now.” You did, his breath blowing against your face as he got closer. His lips were as soft as they looked. They tasted like whisky, probably because of the drinks he’d had. “Open your mouth for me.” His tongue slipped into your mouth, it was a weird sensation, but it sent electric waves through all of your body.

Taeyong was slowly stepping forward while holding the back of your neck with both hands. He was so smooth, you didn’t even notice you were laying down on his bed until he started grinding onto you.

“Taeyong.” You moaned into the kiss.

“I love you.” His sudden confession made your cheeks turn crimson red. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved a woman.”

“Tae...”

“You don’t need to say anything.” His long fingers traced your curves. “Just let me make you feel good.” His hips were still rolling against yours, creating a delicious friction that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“O-ok.” You babbled, unable to think of anything else but the pleasure he was giving you.

“Look at you, I haven’t even started. “His hands started to undo the button of your shorts, easily sliding them down your legs a few moments later. “Have you ever touched yourself?” He asked as his index finger rubbed the wet patch in your panties.

“I don’t know how to do it.” You moved awkwardly in your spot, not used to having someone touch your most private part of the body.

“Stay still for me, sweetheart.” You tried to do your best, but the feeling growing inside your tummy was overwhelming. “Let’s try something else.” He carried you to the floor, then placed you on his lap. There was a big mirror right in front of you.

He stripped you while you watched each and every movement he did.

“Such a pretty girl.” He massaged your thighs as he kissed the spot behind your ear. “I want you to watch me while I touch you.” He drew circles around your sensitive bud with one of his fingers while he hugged your waist with his other arm. “Does it feel good?” You closed your eyes.

“I don’t know.” A high pitched moan escaped your mouth after he increased the pace. “Tae, stop I think I’m gonna pee.” Nevertheless, he didn’t stop, only going faster as you squirmed in his embrace. A feeling you’d never felt before took over your body, making it shake uncontrollably as you moaned.

“My pretty little baby.” One of his fingers teased your hole. “All mine.” You felt your inside burn when he inserted his finger. The cold metal of his ring made it even more pleasurable.

He started seeking for your sweet spot. He knew he’d found it when you started moaning all over again. He could see all of you through the mirror, from the slightest movement in your eyebrows to the way you’d bite your lower lip to hold back your moans.

“You need to watch me so you learn how to do it by yourself.” It was hard to keep your eyes open, specially when Taeyong gave you that hungry look. “The next time you masturbate, I want you to think of me. I want you to remember how good you feel when I touch you, okay?”

“Y-yes.”

It didn’t take you long to reach your high once again. It left you exhausted, completely laying down on Taeyong’s chest.

“Such a good girl.” He caressed your breasts “You think you can take another one?”

“No!” Your desperate answer made Taeyong laugh. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m exhausted.”

“That’s okay sweetheart.” With one quick movement, he was on his feet with you between his arms. “My baby is so tiny.” He laid you down on the mattress. Only then you realized the big tent in his pants.

“You...”

“Don’t worry about it, just give me a few minutes and I’ll come back to take care of you.” He had the brightest smile on his face, it made him look ethereal.

“Can I...?” Your finger pointed at his dick, which visibly twitched after your proposal. “I don’t really know how to do it, but you can teach me.”

‘How can she be so adorable?’ Taeyong thought.

His most secret fantasies were becoming real, and he could only wonder wether it was a dream or not. Nevertheless, he started undoing the button of his pants, taking them off as well as his shirt. The only remaining piece of clothing were his boxers.

You got up from bed. Your legs still shaky from the previous orgasms.

“You don’t have to get up.”

“But I need to be on my knees, right?” The only experience you had was from listening to your friends’ stories.

“Not necessarily.” His large body was laying down at bed. “Come here.” He patted the spot beside him. You sat down as he pulled down the last piece of fabric in his body. His member was thick and veiny, absolutely perfect. The tip was red and glistening with precum. “Give me your hand, angel.” And so you did. He guided it towards the base and closed your hand around it. His hand was over yours, helping you move it up and down.

“Why don’t we touch the tip?” His free hand caressed your head.

“You can touch it if you want to.” His hand freed yours, allowing it to move freely.

One of your hands held the base while your fingers curiously touched his sensitive tip. You noticed how he flinched.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Keep going, baby.” Your thumb spread the precum in circles while your other hand went up and down. The groans coming out of his mouth motivated you to add your mouth.

First, kitten licks all over the tip, then you tried to fit him inside your mouth, only being able to have half of him inside you before gagging. It was extremely uncomfortable, but Taeyong seemed to be enjoying himself a lot.

“So good.” At some point he started to fuck your mouth. “I’m gonna come.” Thick white ribbons of his cum were shot directly to your throat, making you swallow it unconsciously. “Good girl.” He patted your head gently before pulling out of your mouth.

He got up from bed and went to his closet, retrieving a pair of boxers and a white shirt from it.

“Hands up baby.” He dressed you while ocassionaly kissing different parts of your body. “I’m gonna get dressed so we can go to sleep.”

Your mind drifted away for a moment. ‘What’s gonna happen with us?’ You kept wondering. Taeyong seemed to wipe away all of your worries as he snuggled you against his chest while making cute noises.

“I love you so much.” His heart sped up as he waited for your answer, fearing you wouldn’t share his feelings.

“I love you too.” His hands went directly to your cheeks, cupping them while he pecked your lips repeatedly.