#brenda your boyfriend

[pink-anonymous-person]

besties 💚🩶

heh TK’s mom has got it going on uwu 👀

meanwhile Peter ..

[rttnpnkpmpkn]

My attempt in adapting Brenda to my style :0

She will wear that side plait/pony tail >:0

[at-this-point-i-dont-even-know]

could you write about Robby’s gf/fiance coming into the ER and the residents don’t know they’re dating but they’re blown away by how beautiful/kind she is 🙏🙏

Pairing: Dr Michael 'Robby" Rabinovitch x younger! Langdon's little sister! reader

The sun was shining in Pittsburgh today and the last thing you felt like doing was going to work and dealing with emails and co-workers and the general panic of having a job that your body thinks is a war zone but really it's just not calling Brenda from Marketing a ‘dickhead’. So after a couple of fake coughs down the phone and a promise to check your emails as the day progresses you earn yourself a ‘snow’ day.

But it wasn’t so much fun having a day off in the middle of the week when your boyfriend was at work, and by the messages coming through it was a hectic day filled with unhelpful meetings with admin and too many beds filled with people that should be elsewhere.

So as the sun beats down on the city, you slip on shorts and your favourite shirt, a slightly small tank top from a long closed Irish bar and head into the hospital via the local donut shop.

The donut shop was your boyfriend's favourite new spot, he was always finding an excuse to swing by there almost daily for a pistachio creme for himself and a simple cinnamon glaze for you. So with your hands now filled with most of the shop you wandered the four blocks from your apartment to the hospital, smiling at the admin desk before gesturing with more your shoulders then hands for Dana’s attention.

No one really knew you at the Hospital, which was fine, both you and he kept your work lives pretty separate after an almost disastrous Christmas party at your work, where someone compared your job to his as the same high stakes. You had almost thrown your wine in your colleagues face, and your boyfriend had tried to defend your work before you laughed at the absurdity of it all.

It also didn’t help that your brother worked with your boyfriend and that made life always a little more challenging.

The charge nurse Dana ran to the door and helped you with the boxes, laughing as she glanced down at the absurd amount of sugar.

“What do we owe for this wonderful surprise?” She asked as you both made your way to the staff room.

“I took a sick day and thought I would give everyone a little treat.”

“Everyone or just-”

“There may be one or two pistachio creme’s in there for him, but really it's for everyone.”

Dana had been there when life had gotten a little too hard about a year ago and you had had to put everything on hold to help your big brother, Frank. Everyone at this hospital had been so kind and helpful as you managed work, your niece and nephew and then a love life. No one more than your boyfriend.

“You are a sight for sore eyes!” A familiar voice said as they almost fell through the break room doors, Frank was all limbs as he pulled you into a hug. He was clean for 13 months now, and was back at work under strict watch of his seniors but he was good, healthy and back to his normal over the top ways.

“If my work calls you, I’m terribly ill and may never recover.” you joke.

“Deathbed and all that?”

“It's sad and I want roses and frangipanis on my coffin.”

“Frangipanis?”

“I don't know they’re pretty.”

You both bantered, his arm around your shoulder as people started milling into the room, no matter the workplace, free food was a beacon to all.

Frank wandered off, his attention span failing him again as he went to talk to another doctor while you looked around. With your overly comfortable clothing you stood out like a sore thumb compared to the staff in scrubs.

You settle closer to the door about to make your leave in the way you loved, without a goodbye. Your boyfriend was obviously busy but Dana had hidden his treats away so you knew it was time to go and enjoy the rest of the sun filled day.

As you gathered your bag you heard the whispers.

“Who is she?”

“I saw her with Langdon? Maybe his new girlfriend?”

“Nah, I think they are related.”

“Seriously?”

“Same nose?” Which made you immediately grab your nose to check it was nothing like your brothers.

“Why else would she bring him donuts?”

“I thought he was not dating at the moment?”

“Plus she is way too nice for him!”

“And too pretty!”

“Dana knew her, maybe she's her friend?”

“Her daughter?”

“Don’t let Dana hear you say that!”

“Does Princess know?”

“Nope, just told us to mind our own business and eat the treats.”

“If there are no pistachio cremes left I will be very disappointed.” a gruff voice whispered into your ear sending a shiver down your spine as you smiled broadly.

“You’ll have to check with Dana, she is in charge.” You smile turning to the tall figure who had just entered.

All the whispering stopped as broad hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you close.

“I thought I was in charge.”

You smile against his lips as he kisses you deeply. His fingers almost bruise against your skin, as your shirt rides up and you lean further into the kiss, standing now on your tiptoes as you kiss him back.

“We let you think that, Dr Michael Rabinovitch.” you whisper to him as cat calls are heard around the room.

You can’t help but grin brighter as his beard bristles against your neck as he hides his face. You knew he had forgotten where he was the moment he saw you in the tiny shorts and tank top and you knew his colleagues would not let him forget it anytime soon.

“Get your hands off my sister!” Frank yelled before throwing his napkin at Robbys head.

[chrystal-ink]

Shadow x GN reader

Hot Shower

NSFW Minors do not interact

Content warning: Smut, reader has a vagina, vaginal fingering, hand job, penis in vagina sex, sex standing up, overstimulation, kinky-ass shit with the showerhead (i don't know how else to describe it lol) Note: please do not repeat any of these actions without proper safety measures use a non-slip mat or you will likely end up in the hospital.

you heaved a sigh as the hot water rushed down your back melting some of the stress away. it had been a hard day and you needed to wash it off before you could continue with your evening.

the pulsing mode on the showerhead hit your back lightly massaging the tension out of your shoulders.

as you were getting ready to rinse off and cook dinner you heard the front door open. Shadow must have come home.

"Y/N?" he called out.

"I'm up here" you called down "Just taking a quick Shower I'll be down in a minute."

before you knew it you heard the door to the bathroom open and shut.

"No need I need to clean myself off too" Shadow said taking off his gloves and stepping into the shower behind you.

he wrapped you in an embrace clearly exhausted after a long day.

You could tell he just got back from a mission his scent enlightening your senses.

"How was your day my love?"

"Exhausting, my boss keeps getting after my ass about the most minute details." you responded

"I'm sorry about that love, is there anything I can do to help?"

"Just existing helps honestly... and maybe a back rub"

shadow gave a low chuckle his sultry voice echoing throughout the room "I'm on it my love" he placed his hands on your shoulders and began gently massaging them.

you hummed in pleasure as he made his way down your back.

as he was massaging you he couldn't help but admire the way you looked, your bear back glistened as the water cascaded down making your fur look glossy, almost glasslike. beads of water stuck to your hair and ears like beautiful fragile pearls. the scent of your soap invaded his nose comforting him and drawing him closer into you. and then your beautiful humming soft and comforting, he wanted to hear you more and hear you shout his name in pleasure.

you had a stressful day after all, it was his duty as your boyfriend to help you relive some of that stress. and if he needed to use his body to do it than so be it.

"You missed a spot my love mind if I help you get it? and you can keep telling me about your day."

"sure dear" you responded a smile evident in your tone.

you began spilling about how your boss was annoying and venting about one specific co-worker who was a constant thorn in your side. all the while shadow detached the shower head from it holder bringing the pulsing water down closer to your back. he lowered the nozzle lower and lower down.

"and don't even get me started on Brenda she can be such a- such a" your breath hitched as you felt a warm pulsing sensation against your folds. looking down you saw that Shadow had moved the shower head between your legs the pulsing water tickling your folds drawing you into a state of arousal.

"Sorry love just want to make sure you're all clean, please tell me more about Brenda."

"Who?" you asked your mind growing foggy with pleasure

Shadow gave a low hum of approval "Good just what I wanted to hear."

Keeping the showerhead in place he moved one of his hands up to your chest grabbing a breast he gently massaged it bringing a moan to your lips.

your pussy clenched hoping to grab onto something but much to your dismay the water could not satisfy you, not the way that he could.

"Shadow mmm please I need smmore friction"

Shadow enjoyed the way your words slurred when you were getting pleasure, so he obliged removing the showerhead he put it back in it's place the water once again beginning to flow off the two of you.

he reached his hand around you teasing your entrance with the gentle brush of his fingers.

Of course he was teasing you now. you thought to yourself well two can play at that game.

reaching back your hand grabbed hold of his crotch his penis not quite out of it's hiding place yet just his tip poking out of his fur. which was all you needed to bring him to his knees.

swiping your thumb along the end shadow let out a yelp. you giggled as you repeated the action a low growl escaping shadow's lips.

with every small movement you made you coaxed his cock out until it sat heavy in your hand.

"still feel like teasing me love?" you asked playfully.

Shadow pressed a finger against your clit forcing a gasp to escape your lips.

"Always." he responded inserting one finger into you.

You squeezed on his cock forcing a moan to escape his lips.

"that's too bad"

you began slowly stroking his length the two of you moaning in tandem as he pressed his single digit against you he inserted his second and third finger as a plea for you to speed up which you accepted.

Shadow pressed against you walls with an urgent force it seams your actions had motivated him to please you correctly after all. you moaned as his fingers pressed against your sweet spot the pressure beginning to build up in your abdomen

you could tell Shadow was close too a whimper falling from his lips a silent request to let him cum inside you. you let go of his cock just as the tension in your abdomen broke cum mixed with the water dribbled down your leg.

before you could recover shadow turned you around and gently pushed you into the wall behind you knocking down shampoo bottles and soap in the process.

he plunged his lips into yours. His hips bucking against you begging for entrance his hand grabbing your waist promising to keep you steady you lifted you leg up wrapping it around his waist allowing a clear opening for Shadow's cock.

not wasting a second he inserted himself into you thrusting wildly against you screams escaped your throat, you hadn't had time to come down from your orgasm yet and the way Shadow was going at it was bringing you close to the edge once again.

Your fingers clawed against his back clinging to him for balance. Your actions only encouraging him to go faster once again building up the familiar tension in your core.

Your vision blurred as your mind grew foggy. your walls closing around him. fluids spilling out of your pussy as he pushed deeper and deeper into you, his cock creating a sweet pressure between your hips.

In a moment Shadow became all that you knew his cock became your lifeline with each thrust your walls grew tighter, his lips against yours was the only thing you wanted to taste for the rest of your life.

You were ready to snap once again. you called out for your lover wanting his permission.

"Go ahead my love I'm almost done."

You screamed his name as you orgasmed a few more thrusts from him and he spilled into you his cock slipped out with ease as all the fluids dripped out of you.

Shadow held you up as your knees went week too cock drunk to stand or do much of anything else. he cleaned you off and shut down the water.

he carried you to bed not bothering with putting you in your clothes. once you were tucked in he went to get you a snack and some water to help build up your strength again.

"Wait where are you going?" you whined reaching out for him.

"I'm just getting you some supplies to help you build up your strength."

"aww you always take such good care of me"

Shadow smiled at you before kissing you between your ears. "I always will"

[wintfleur]

I'VE GOT LOVE TO KEEP ME WARM

⊹ I need no overcoat, I’m burning with love ⊹

🧦 ━━━ 𝒾ris 𝒶uclair doesn't need to worry about the cold when she has her boyfriend 𝓁uke 𝒽ughes to warm her up

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𝓻oro’s note. OH MY BABIES ☹️ here is technically your first look at iris and luke!! they are so cute i love them so much, i already have a fic out for them, well it’s a reader insert but it’s them! i really hope you guys enjoy this . . . I hope to get there AU out soon 🤍 I was going to post this tomorrow but I rushed to get it finished because of Luke’s goal tonight ☺️

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[monster-effer]

Christmas Time in the N109 Zone – Sylus x reader

Summary: Can you bring Christmas cheer to the N109 Zone? There’s only one way to find out. Content: Fluff, Sylus and reader are dating, reader is the MC, Christmas cheer (1.3k wc) A/N: I was not planning to write a Christmas fic, but I couldn’t help myself once “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” by Brenda Lee played on Spotify shuffle. I hope y’all are having a lovely holiday season no matter which holiday you may or may not be celebrating! Please enjoy <3

You were on an important mission. Your objective was to bring Christmas cheer to the N109 Zone, specifically Sylus’ place. Since you lost your grandma and Caleb in one fell swoop, you’ve struggled to feel any sort of Christmas cheer around this time of year.

With this plan in mind, your first step was to bring this up to your boyfriend Sylus. After you explained the reason behind your new project, Sylus’ crimson eyes softened, and he nodded in agreement. He would give you anything you asked for, and often things you didn’t think to ask for.

Over the days leading up the holiday you’ve drip fed bits of Christmas cheer into Sylus’ life and home.

December 20th:

You insist that Luke, Kieran and Mephisto join Sylus and you for Christmas photos at the local mall with Santa. Sylus huffs at the suggestion but after some insisting, relents because he can’t say no to you. You try to hold in laugh when the twins relentlessly tease their boss as you all wait in line for photos.

It is a little awkward trying to figure out where everyone will go for the photo. Eventually, you and Sylus end up sitting on the red rug at Santa’s feet, Luke and Kieran are sitting on one of Sant’s legs each while Mephisto perches himself on Santa’s left shoulder.

The resulting picture is silly and heartwarming. Right before the camera flashed Mephisto let out a festive "sqwack!" which caused you to glance up at him with a smile. Sylus is warmly gazing at you with a small smile on his face. Luke and Kieran are wearing their masks but with the addition of elf hats on each of their heads while they hold up bunny ears behind Santa’s head.

You make sure to have several copies in assorted sizes printed out before you leave the mall.

December 21st:

Sylus to comes with you for last minute tree shopping. Initially you were resigned to the idea that only thin, sad looking trees would be left. But a Christmas miracle occurred because you scored a HUGE, 10 foot tree that would fit perfectly under the high ceiling in Sylus’ living room.

Transporting the tree was the next obstacle, but luckily this was resolved with a generous tip from Sylus. And the tree was delivered later that day. Once the tree was placed in the designated corner of the living room, you could enact the next phase of operation: Bring Christmas Cheer. The decorating.

December 22nd:

The morning after bringing home the Christmas tree, you brought over some ornaments, garland, and an eerily familiar looking crow tree topper that you found while browsing online.

You…may have gone overboard with the three boxes of decorations you brought over but you wanted the entire living room to look festive. After having breakfast together, you, Sylus and the twins divided and conquered the decorating tasks as Christmas music played softly in the background. The twins were handling decorating the mantel above the fireplace and hanging up Christmas lights.

You focused on decorating the tree with Sylus. He decorated the upper parts of the tree that you could not reach because the tree was massive. Once you were satisfied with the decorations on the tree, Mephisto took it upon himself to seize the crow tree topper and plop it perfectly onto the point of the tree to finish it off.

December 23rd:

On this day, everyone went their separate way to buy, and wrap presents. You spent the day strolling through Linkon city’s downtown area and the N109 zone trying to drum up ideas of what to get everyone.

So far, this is your progress:

Luke and Kieran: matching ugly sweaters and red, festive crow masks commissioned from 303’s workshop in the N109 zone.

Luke: Crow shaped ice molds since you always catch him crunching on ice no matter the season.

Kieran: Supplies for dart making.

For Mephisto: a shiny Reindeer bauble because he loves collecting little trinkets.

The only person left on your list is Sylus. What would be a good gift for a man that could buy himself anything? You wander around for hours before dejectedly thinking about getting him something generic like a Christmas themed lotion set.

But your eye catches the glint of a beautiful picture frame inside of a photo shop, and you realize you have found the perfect gift for your boyfriend.

December 24th:

In anticipation for Christmas being tomorrow, you requested everyone’s presence at Sylus’ home.

You put on your favorite Christmas song playlist, while you all arrange your wrapped gifts under the tree. After they are all placed, you start baking some gingerbread cookies in Sylus’ kitchen.

While the cookies are sitting on a cooling wrack, you put on some classic Christmas films. You and Sylus cuddle on one of the couches while Luke and Kieran chase Mephisto around the room trying to place a teeny, tiny Santa hat on his head. (They were not successful)

During your childhood, it was a Christmas tradition to stay up until midnight before opening the presents. You try your best to do so, but you are no match for the Christmas movie marathon and Sylus’ body warmth. You end up dozing off.

The next thing you remember is being gently nudged awake. Opening your eyes reveals Sylus looking down at you amusedly. You glance at the clock on his fireplace mantle, and it reads 11:58 pm.

December 25th (midnight):

You smile softly at Sylus and get up to stretch. Then you spot Luke and Kieran cuddled up together and asleep on another couch. After waking them up and summoning Mephisto, you exchange gifts just as the clock hits midnight.

Luke and Kieran enthusiastically rip open their gifts. They both briefly pause as they unearth the identical masks you had commissioned for them, they unceremoniously stand up and run out of the room together. They return a few minutes later proudly wearing their new crow masks. “Thank you, Ms. Hunter,” they say in unison.

Mephisto caws happily as you roll another sparkly bauble his way. He quickly nips it in his beak and flies off to add it to his ever growing pile of trinkets.

You watch in nervous anticipation as Sylus begins to unwrap the gift you handed him. What you bought him is not the most expensive or luxurious gift, but you hope that your intentions shine through.

Once he’s removed all the wrapping paper, he takes a moment to silently scan the titanium picture frame. The frame holds multiple photos of you and him the past few months you’ve shared together.

Finally, after what felt like the world’s longest pause, he looks directly into your eyes and says, “Thank you for this sweetie, I’ll hang this up in my bedroom so I can see it when I fall asleep every morning.” Sylus’ smile is soft in a way you rarely get to see. His usual barriers and walls are down as his appreciation for the gift and his affection for you is clearly on display.

You heart is filled with gooey warmth as you look around the living room. Your gaze reaches the tree then realizing you are the only one who has not opened their presents. You received an astonishingly ugly sweater from Luke and Kieran and a crow plushie “from” Mephisto. Sylus hands you a small black box that holds a beautiful gold locket. When you open the locket a photo of you and Sylus looking blissfully happy greets you. Your grin is bright as you ask him to fasten it around your neck.

You wouldn’t forego all the chaos you had to go through to create the memories made with this chaotic bunch. This year, Christmas has officially made its way to the N109 Zone.

[kwanstardust]

A LITTLE BIT OF SUGAR

SugardaddyMingyu x sugarbabyf!reader

Plot/: Despite your complaints, your friends had created a profile for you on a dating site, or rather where young girls and boys, were looking for a Sugar Daddy, so that they could do something for him in exchange for money.

Words/: 16k

/: strangers to lovers (i think)/age gap (Mingyu is in his 40s, while reader it's in her 20s)/oral sex(f receiving)/smut/soft

MINORS DNI 18+

author/: please forgive me if there's any mistake, english is not my first language and remember this is not reality, it's all fiction!

"C'mon Y/n, you need those money, so why not?!" exclaimed Hyeri while straightening her hair to go out with her boyfriend, you rolled your eyes and sigh "Cause I don't want an old man to pay for me, I have dignity you know!" Jieun that was sitting in your bed while looking at the beauty magazine you bought that morning, "I think Hyeri it's right..." "Thank you!" Hyeri said sending a kiss to Jieun, you rolled your eyes once again.

What was this need to create a profile to find a sugar daddy, you really couldn't understand it, yeah you needed money since you got fired from your previous job cause a colleague of yours given you the fault of having sex in the warehouse with another worker, while it was her. But searching for a sugar daddy? That never crossed your mind before.

🖇

You sigh looking at the homepage of the "SugarSearch" the site that your friends had signed you up.

"this name is so stupid, couldn't they give it another one?" you thought to yourself, while scrolling to dozens of profiles.

👁️‍🗨️❤️‍🔥KM_sd sent you a text

Your eyes snap wide, you didn't expect it to be so fast, how did he even find your profile, hesitantly you clicked the notification and open the text. Squinting your eyes ready to find yourself with a picture of some old man's floppy cock, but instead there was a polite text of 'greetings'?

KM_sd

Hi. you're really cute. >^<

I noticed that you're new...hope you didn't get

flashed already.

You kept reading the text, how did you even reply to this, you should ask at Hyeri and Jieun...better not...If you do it you'd be admitting your defeat, they don't have to know you're giving the site a chance.

You sit in your bed with your head in your hands, and whisper to yourself "this is all Brenda's fault, couldn't keep her legs close even for a second tch..." sighing you grab your phone again and let your head rest in the pillow "Look what you made me do Brenda!" you open the site again and enter the chat.

peachSTAR_sb

Omg, hi.

Yes I'm new, thanks for the

compliment♡

"PeachStar...what's with this username, for sure it was Hyeri idea, that little witch!" you say frustrated.

KM_sd

Don't mention it.

I'm telling the truth!

But, let's talk about the reason

why I'm texting you.

"Straight to the point the gentleman" you sighs, looking at the phone, you decide to take a look at his profile before answering, but aside of the bio there was nothing, just photos of his shadow "Great, really that's what I needed."

You sigh again and respond to his text, with a blank expression.

Peachesstardust_sb

Yes, tell me about it.

KM_sd

Just if a few times you would

like to spend time with me,

in exchange for money.

You looked at the texts, with your eyes widened and open mouth, is he talking about sex or something else? "tch this old pervert, it's all Brenda fault!" and while you were in your mind screaming Brenda's name he sent another text.

"it's nothing sexual, unless you want it."

🖇

You were in front of a big house, hesitantly you reach with your finger at the ring at the side of the big gate, and press it. "This man must be rich, rich...damn." you thought to yourself and then the gate started to open on their own scaring the shit out of you. You bring your hand to your chest where your heart was beating wildly and you start walking towards the garden "Holy shit, this garden is huge!" you muttered to yourself as you arrive at the front door.

You adjust your skirt and shirt a little, and reach out to knock, when the door opens before you could do anything. An attractive tall guy, peeps out of the door and with a shy smile welcomes you. "Must be the son of the man. Ugh, I wish it was him." you thought frustrated, you enter in the house and he leads you towards the big living room, inviting you to sit on the couch and drink the wine that was in the glass on the coffee table. Shrugging your hands you shyly say "No, no, I don't drink...but thank you anyway." he nodded and take a sit in armchair in front of you and he begins to scrutinize you, his eyes look at you everywhere, every single detail.

"So, hum...your father is here?" you ask softly looking around and he froze for a moment before letting out an amused laugh, you looked at him confused, you said something wrong.

He shook his head and fix his eyes on yours still with a small amused smile "I'm flattered that you think I'm so young, but my father has a home of his own and you're here to meet me." Your mind goes blank for a couple of seconds recording his words, so this should be... "Kim Mingyu?" you ask hesitantly, he nodded and throw at you a wink, looking down you start to play with the hem of your skirt embarrassed from the fool you just made.

"You said you were in your 40s, why did you lie?" you ask him still playing with the hem of your skirt "I am in my 40s, I look that young?" You could hear the surprised tone in his voice, you were in awe, you had prepared yourself to meet an old man and instead you find yourself with a forty-year-old man who looks in his twenties. You nodded and raise your head to meet his gaze, "I thought you were an old pervert honestly..." he looked almost offended by your words "Why would you even think that, I was polite in the messages." "You were basically kissing my ass in those texts...you're pretty there, you're pretty here, I can't wait to see you.." he looked more offended "I was being nice, I didn't mean to sound like that."

After twenty minutes spent arguing about this fact you start talking about the arrangement or rather the SUGAR arrangement.

"So basically, I'll give you money every week In exchange for dating and affection." you looked at him "You mean like every week I'll have money in my bank account?" he nodded and looked at you with a small smile "Yes, exactly." you nodded, "And tell me, how long this arrangement will last?" Mingyu shrugged his shoulders "Till you want, when you think it's enough, you have to tell me and this will stop."

🖇

The first week was officially started three days ago and your house was full of flowers, mostly roses and expensive perfumes. "This roses smells really good." said Jieun with her nose in one of the big boquet Mingyu as sent you.

At the end you had to tell your friends about it, since your apartment was filled with expensive gifts everywhere.

"Not to mention these perfumes, ugh, I wish my boyfriend could get me one of this." sigh Hyeri with a small frown on her face. You walk towards the terrace door and open it to let the air circulate "Don't exaggerate with those..." you scold her while starting to put the roses in pots with water, Jieun looked at you curious "And tell me, how is he? He's ugly or at least cute?" "Who, Mingyu?" she nodded and you shrug your shoulders "He's a really good looking man, I thought he was the son of the man I was supposed to meet." "He must have a really young look." responded Hyeri and you nodded agreeing with her, upon hearing a knock on your door you went to open it, to find the delivery man with a giant teddy bear "Whoever is sending you this gifts, must be smitten, it's the fifth time I came here this week and it's started three days ago." he says, you give him an apologetic look and thank him for his hard work, before closing the door. "How cute, he sent you another gift!" Jieun start clapping her hands happily while Hyeri looked at the teddy bear with a frown on her face "I gotta give my boyfriend a speech!"

🖇

incoming call...

KIM MINGYU 💰

"Princess, can you hear me?" His voice was warm and soft, like always, In the background you could hear the noise of kitchen utensils.

"Yes, I can."

"Good! Listen, want to come over? I cooked something for dinner, and I really wanted to spend some time with you." you sigh, you were about to get in the bed and doze off, who's the sociopath who eat dinner at almost midnight, it's crazy, but you also know that you couldn't decline the invite, even tho was in the form of a question that was more of an obligation.

"Alright, I'm coming." and with that you hang up the call and sit in your bed snorting loudly, annoyed by this situation, you get dressed, make sure you don't stink and head to his huge mansion.

And he was there, waiting for you out the gate, not even at his door, out the giant gate that basically protected his house. He noticed you walking towards him and wave in your direction, happy to see you "I can't believe this guy is a grown adult." you thought, looking at him in awe, he looked like a giant puppy ready to give affection to his owner. "Princess, did you get the flowers and the teddy bear?" he had this light in his eyes, it was frustrating that you couldn't even scold him for invading your apartment with gifts, not because you like them, but because you could see that he was so happy about it. "Strength and courage Y/n, at least try to explain the problem."

"Well yes but..." You couldn't finish the sentence when he took you on his shoulder and carried you inside his house, letting you fall on his couch. "We can watch a movie after we eat, what do you think?" you squeeze your eyes a few time, still dazed by what happened, he gave you a small smile and caressed your cheek "You're adorable Y/n, very adorable."

The food was good, you hated admitting that but, he was a good chef, he was really good.

Now the two of you found yourself in his couch tangled together in a blanket watching an old romantic comedy of his choice "Now days, they don't make movies like this anymore." you nodded agreeing with his statement "Every time I watch a modern one it's filled with toxic relationship, peoples that break up and then go back together...where's the romanticism!" you slowly gaze at him, looking at his side profile and he decided to speak again "I know that the reality is this, that being in a relationship sucks most of the time, and it's not romantic, but...that was the best part of those movies, they put hope in the heart of people, and now they removed that too." You were fascinated by the way he spoke, and you couldn't help but agree with his point of view, romanticism died even in the films that talked about it.

"You know, you're right? For us young people it's rare to find a relationship worthy of being called that..." you sigh as he moved his face to look at you, he was indeed a really good looking man. "No one looks for a lasting relationship anymore, it's easy to say 'I love you' and 'I'd do anything for you' even if you don't feel nothing." you turn your gaze back to the tv, to watch the two main characters confess their love for each other, sealing it with a kiss. You point at them, and he follow your finger with his eyes, watching at the scene in the movie "I've always fantasized about that, yet I don't understand why, but confessing such a thing has become humiliating nowadays..."

Mingyu slowly grab your hand and take it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles, before gently grabbing your face bringing his lips to yours, in a tender kiss, almost an attempt as if he were testing the waters, you close your eyes and place your arms around his neck responding to the kiss. You could feel him relax under your touch and this made you smile in the, he was the first to detach himself from it and looked into your eyes, his shined even more than the other times.

It wasn't a surprise that you were in his bed with him on top of your body, both of your clothes were somewhere on the floor of the room, he was paying attention to your neck, filling it with soft and wet kisses slowly going up to your ear where he whispers "You are so beautiful, you know? There's nothing I don't like about you." He nibbles your lobe gently "You drive me crazy..." his breath became labored as he begins to descend with kisses towards your breasts, where he licks one of the nipples with his tongue, while playing with the other with his fingers. You let out a small moan and he raised his head from your chest looking at you with surprise in his eyes, it felt like this was the first time he heard that "Do it again, I want to hear you..."

"It's not like I do it on command." he pouted and nodded slightly and begin to move lower till his face was close to your core "You're beautiful..." you were about to respond to his compliment but the words died in your throat as soon as you felt his tongue trace a strip from the lips to the clit. You let out a heavy sigh and grab his hair "oh my g-" he wrapped his lips around your clit and started sucking and playing with it for a while, you were a mess of moaning and panting, you started rubbing yourself into his mouth filling his chin with your juices, he grab your hips with his hands, chaining you to the mattress, as he inserted his tongue into you a couple of times before climbing back onto your body "Do you still want it?" you looked at him your vision was blurred from the feeling his tongue was giving you, "tell me this dumb old man who also has morality, he's perfect!" You thought, you kept looking at him before sighing "Do you want to go in, yes or no?" he didn't think twice, he took his manhood in his hands and slowly pushed it towards your entrance, letting out a satisfied grunt, you give him a side-eye, he noticed it and looked at you worried "Did I do something wrong?" "What was that verse, you're not an animal.." he rolled his eyes, and moved away from you "Well excuse me spoiled brat, it's not my fault if..." "Shut up, you only know how to talk?"

He sulked, crossed his arms over his chest and went to sit on the edge of the bed, while you lay there looking at the ceiling "maybe I exaggerated a bit.." you turned your head and laid your eyes on his back, slowly and cautiously you approached and wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing soft kisses on his shoulder, his skin was so warm, it was almost comforting "Mingyu..." he didn't answer and you sighed ".. I'm sorry, I'm serious."

"Brenda, look what did you do to me! It's all your fault, you damn bitch!"

"Mingyu..." you continued to place kisses on his shoulder then you slowly shift on the back of his neck, your hands reached to his stomach resting there "I don't know what have gotten into me, I'm sorry." you could feel his body relax under your touch.

"Can you forgive me?" the kisses moved towards his ear, he let out a soft moan, BINGO, you found his soft spot, you kept kissing there while whispering "I didn't mean to, you know it...mh?" he slowly turn his head to look at you and press his lips on your forehead, you close your eyes feeling the soft contact and sigh leaning more towards him, "Let's just...lay down and talk...it's not the right moment to have sex apparently..." you nodded and soon you both found yourself with your limbs intertwined while talking about the difference in your life, from him that started working in a small restaurant when he was seventeen and the first thing that said to those sweet owners, was that when he was successful one day, he would have pay them back, and so he did, sending them money every month to contribute to the expenses of their restaurant to you that got fired because your coworker Brenda couldn't keep her legs close and decided to ruin your work life, and now you were in the arms of an older man after arguing during "sex".

You stayed up almost all night talking and laughing at the other's silly jokes, it was the first time you felt so relaxed in the presence of a person older than you, usually there was the coming and going of phrases like "I was already married at your age and with children." or "When I was young things like anxiety didn't exist." always making you feel guilty for something or alone in your own life.

Mingyu, on the other hand, was almost, carefree, he seemed innocent, perhaps too much for this life made of suffering, he was tender he had ways of thinking that almost reminded those of a dreamer, he understood, you shared the same ideas and the same insecurities.

Even in the darkness of the room you could see his affectionate eyes looking at you, you still felt guilty for yelling at him before, there had been no real reason on why you did that.

"Mingyu, sorry...for before." he gently caressed your cheek and silenced you by pressing a small kiss on your lips.

"It doesn't matter, there's time to make up for it, now I just want to hold you in my arms." and there it was, the squeeze in your heart that indicated that maybe for you he wasn't just money or gifts, but something more.

This feeling was new and scared you, it was something you didn't think you'd ever be able to experience, but apparently, there was a first time for everything.

And you had this feeling that this was his first time too.

End.

[my-castles-crumbling]

jewel - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 236 - NSFW

Barty hates work.

A necessary evil, something he inherited from his father, his office job makes enough money to keep himself and Evan both happy and financially stable. But he'd rather stab himself in the eye with a chopstick than have casual conversation with the forty-something conservative ladies he shares space with. Especially on days like today.

It's close to Valentine's Day and Brenda Something is going on and on about how Mr. Something bought her some 'simply stunning' earrings that Barty can see from a mile away are fake. Karen Whastername and Ellen Whoever are oooing and ahhing and Barty couldn't give less of a fuck.

But then Brenda turns to Barty as asks him in a simpering voice. "And what about you, dearie? What are you getting your girlfriend?"

Barty has made it clear on more than one occasion that he prefers men, but Brendan and Karen and Ellen seem to have turned a deaf ear. And because it's very much intentional the way they ignore him and his sexuality, insisting on either pretending Evan doesn't exist or calling him Barty's 'roommate,' he has no qualms with answering in a falsely-sweet voice. "I'm getting my boyfriend a butt plug, Brenda. Actually, the jewel on it matches those fake emeralds in your shit earrings."

And he grins, standing and walking away.

Perhaps he can go home now and give Evan his present a bit early.

[elliewithcellie]

Right in front of you

summary: reader complains about their bad luck finding a guy when the guy for them is literally right there (Steve Harrington x Reader)

wc: 796

cw: mention of bad boyfriend in the past, friends to lovers speedrun, reader is a little dummy but we love them. Gender neutral, but might be implied more fem. One bad word. Steve POV more or less

a/n: Just a little blurb i found in my files, nothin to it, but the ending made me smile so i figured i'd post it

“When will it be my turn, ya know?” you rambled on to your friend, Steve. “Like, you know I’m thrilled for my friends. The girls have gone through so much, and to see them grow and learn that they deserve the best and take on love again is more than anything I could ever ask for. I’m so happy for them.”

You paused, looking down at your hands, fiddling with a stray string on your sweater.

Steve sat in the silence, waiting for you to fill it again. But he knew you. He knew you weren’t sharing the whole truth. He watched your eyebrows furrow like you were fighting with the words in your mind.

“I’m sensing a ‘but’ in there,” Steve said.

You sighed. “It’s silly.”

“That’s ok.” Steve brushed the hair from your face to behind your ear. “Talk to me.”

“It’s just that I was with them through all of it. We all started in the same place. We all came from these shitty relationships, and we all worked together to heal. I worked so hard, Steve. I want you to believe me—”

“I do.”

“—When I tell you how hard I worked with these girls, I mean it. They became my everything. We became a family when I felt like I had no one.”

Steve couldn’t help but wince. It was hard hearing you talk about your past. His senses always overloaded with anger. For his dear friend he cared for more than anyone to be treated the way you were made his temperature rise. His heart pounded in his chest, but he let you continue.

“But I guess I’m just confused. You know? It’s like they’ve moved on without me, carrying on with their lives. But they were my life. Gosh, I wish you could meet them. You’d fit in so well with the whole gang, I swear.”

Again, Steve’s heart jumped. God, did he want that. For you to introduce him to your friends. Steve’s mind began to wander, thinking about the two of you traveling up to Utah together, meeting the girls that made you who you are today. He’d want to thank them individually for taking care of you. For allowing you to be comfortable enough to be vulnerable with him and allow him to love you. ‘Love you’? Oh, god. He didn’t realize.

“I’d love that,” he choked out.

“But what about me, Steve? What about me? I’m stuck in these patterns I want to get out of. I want to be independent and free. Just like them. But can I be super honest?” You looked up at Steve for the first time in this conversation.

“Of course.”

“I—I think I’m lonely. I’m really grateful that we’ve become friends because I don’t know what I would have done without you. But what do I have to do to have that special someone? I’ve put in the same work. But people aren’t looking at me like that, I guess.”

“That’s not true.”

“What? Of course, it is. How else do you explain that the only relationship I’ve been in was a narcissist taking advantage of me?”

Steve was taken aback by that. He watched your eyebrows crinkle together at the bridge of your nose, a last defense to fight the tears.

“Where’s my lineup of men then? Explain to me why I’m skirted at the bar so they can talk to Brenda, or I’m approached only so they can ask for her number.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “You’re so dense sometimes, you know that?”

“Huh?”

“You’re so lost in your own head that you don’t even notice what’s right in front of you!”

“Oh, please. Name one guy who’s even flirted with me.”

“ME, you dumbass.”

“I, er, you, what?”

Steve didn’t waste another moment. He placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. It was brash, almost harsh in quality, with fervor as Steve pressed his lips against yours. He felt you settle against him, your hands reaching out to the back of his neck and hair.

Steve pulled away and looked you in your eyes. “Everything you want,” he began, “I want to be the one to give it to you. The intimacy you crave, the best friend wrapped in a man, that’s literally me. If you’ll have me, we can heal our scars together and work toward the goal of independence, one step at a time.”

“You really want that?”

“More than anything.”

This time, you pulled him into a kiss. This time, it was softer, kinder, but the passion remained.

You giggled. “And to think. I was crushing over you this whole time!”

Steve laughed. “God, you are a piece of work, you know that?”

[ambcass]

ᴊᴀɪᴍᴇ ʀᴇʏᴇꜱ x ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ|| ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

a/n: more jaime content!! reblogs are appreciated 💕

ᴛᴀɢꜱ: fluff, swearing??

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Jaime Reyes! making sure you're alright. Texting and asking if you have eaten yet or just checking up on you whenever he can. He also makes sure that you're comfortable and he KNOWS when you're uncomfortable.

The two were on an amusement park date and Jaime pointed out that there was this really scary rollercoaster he wanted to ride with you. He asked you if you wanted to ride with him, hesitant you were but you didn´t want to seem like a pussy. "U-uhm..." you started to sweat as the thought of going on a really high rollercoaster. "Sure!...Why not" You awkwardly smiled. As you were going to line up, Jaime held your hand and led you somewhere else. "Let's go somewhere else, how about you go to the gift store to relax. Okay?"

Jaime Reyes! plans movie nights for both Reader and him. He picks out any movie he thinks you find interesting in

Jaime Reyes! being dragged into any fandom you're in and willingly researching the game/show you're into. He would try to surprise you with merch of your favorite character.

"Mi vida, look what I bought you" he coos as he walks in the room with a vibrant T-shirt of your favorite character from (fav show/game). You snatched the shirt and gave your boyfriend a stupid-looking smile "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, Jaime! I love you!" You gave him a big hug. He chuckled and pressed a kiss on your forehead. "I just love seeing you so happy, baby"

Jaime Reyes! refusing to let you become a hero. He fears that you'll be targeted even more as a hero. As much as he wants what Nightwing and Starfire have, he doesn't want your life to be at risk. Also, he's too much of an asshole to let you save him in any incident.

Jaime Reyes! tried teaching you Spanish but ended up teaching you the bad words instead. Which then results in you blurting those words out without thinking before you speak. Words you learned were, "chinga tu madre", "puta", "puta madre", Yk the basics... Brenda hates it though. She wants you to stay "innocent".

Jaime Reyes! being terrible at school, so you two plan study dates at his/your place. Study dates then turning into cuddle sessions.

Jaime Reyes! and reader exchanging cultures if they aren’t already latin. He loves learning new music, dances, and trying new foods! Probably downloaded Doulingo for you…

“Soo how does it taste?” You awkwardly handed the plate of freshly made tacos to Jaime. You spent hours learning how to home make tacos, tortilla included. He took a bite and smiled. He looked at you and spoke with food still in his mouth, “Taste really good, mi amor…Don’t tell mi mama but this might be better than her homemade tacos.”

Jaime Reyes! being the big spoon just makes sense. He protects the people he loves and having his arms wrapped around your body close to his reassures him that you’re safe and protected. Occasionally he would be little spoon but that’s rarely.

Jaime Reyes! would rather have the world burn than losing you.

[sirlewishamilton]

Hi I follow you on your tennis blog, but I saw your post about wags and I wanted to add onto the discussion. The rise of the wag obsession/ wagfluencer in general feels like a variant of the tradwife influencers. And feels like a backlash to how popular women’s sports have gotten in recent years. Specifically with the wag influencers whose content primarily conduit of following their boyfriends around. Content like that isn’t aspirational it’s dangerous. It’s puts women in a dangerous position where they rely on a person who could take everything away from them. For every influencer who says how great their life is there’s a woman talking about how she felt like she couldn’t leave her abusive relationship. I feel like especially in tennis there’s been so many cases recently of men who use their power over women to make sure they can never leave. And yes Morgan riddles vlogs during slams are fun, but for every Morgan riddle there’s a Olya and Brenda, and I feel like people forget that.

You're 100% right. The increasing popularity of WAGs is inherently correlated to the rise of fascism/right wing ideologies, exactly how trad wife content has blown up.

It makes me so angry that telling women to not rely on one person, especially financially, has become a hot take because apparently every choice a woman makes, even if it's something that's detrimental to them and to other women/feminism at large, is valid because it's their "choice".

"For every Morgan Riddle there's an Olya and Brenda" I cannot tell you how painfully true this statement is and how important it is for people to understand that these aren't trivial discussions we're having here.

[intheconflux]

[ GAME OF CHANCE, DAY 5: Tinky rolls a 1 on the die— ]

[ Uh oh. ]

[As the group is about to turn a corner, Reese steps into view and blocks their path. Beside her are Kyle and Brenda, looking... different.]

REESE: C'mon, Petey, stop running. We're going to make a playground of this town. Doesn't that sound fun?

REESE: And you... you can play with us forever. Whatever life you want to live, we can make it happen. I can be your best friend. Kyle can be your rival, or your boyfriend, or whatever you want him to be.

REESE: We're yours. Forever and always.

REESE: So let us make toys of your friends, Petey. It doesn't hurt. Steph knows that already, doesn't she?

[Pete is frozen. Why is she talking to him, like he's so special? Why are her eyes glowing? And why does her voice sound like something else is speaking with her?]

[Steph clenches her fists. She's not usually one for brute force, but the way Reese is talking to Pete... it makes something ugly simmer in her gut. She barely notices Reese calling her out. Her friends are more important.]

[Max, standing at the front of the group, frowns as Reese steps closer and closer. He took a vow against violence months ago, and despite the life-or-death appearance of this situation, he doesn't want to go back on his word. But he will protect his friends at any cost.]

[Grace looks between their three adversaries. Reese, a cheerleader. Kyle and Brenda, nerds. Gears start spinning in her head, rapidfire thoughts coming to a conclusion as Reese stops directly in front of Max. Suddenly, she has a realization.]

[triptychcryptid]

If DD Stan had a nemesis, it would be that fucking dinosaur planet. XD One of these days, he's going to go back and pull a "Predator" on that one pack of raptors that kept plotting to eat him, and making fun of his hair.

My sleep deprived brain told me this would be funny. Guess we'll see. XD

1983, DINOSAUR PLANET

Stan has been marooned there for 6 months at this point. His hair has succumbed to the humidity and is frizzy and has curled up so much that it's about shoulder length, though under normal conditions would probably be mid-back. He also has a full, unkempt beard. His ONE outfit, the one he was portaled with, the red hoodie, jeans, boots and beanie are hanging on by a thread.

He's outside the small house he made out of rocks, mud and spare bits of wood he found. He's working on making a fire in the pit he dug. A few feet behind him, he can hear quiet, derisive chirping and hissing. He turns on his translator, then calls out "I can hear you whispering about me, you fuckers! My hair looks like this because YOU DON'T HAVE SHAMPOO!"

Cue more hissing. Stan gets up and confronts the group of 4 velociraptors gathered behind a bush.

Stan- "Yes, BRENDA, I'm SURE there's nothing I can use here! You have a goddamned Town Hall and a GROCERY Store, but nothing remotely usable to wash my hair with! SPEAKING of the Town Hall, you've supposedly gone to about 4 meetings regarding YOUR stupid rock wall being 2 FEET over MY property line, and yet it's still there."

Brenda:-screeches mockingly-

Stan: "You KNOW I can't get a survey because they won't do one for humans!"

All the velociraptors chitter in a way that sounds like laughing. One of them hisses at Stan.

Stan: "Oh, you wanna bring THAT up, Suzanne?! I wasn't gonna say anything, but fuck it. You know who I saw leaving your house last week? That Ankylosaurus your husband told you was 'just a friend.'" The chittering dies down. "Yeah, and guess what last week was." Suzanne looks nervous. "That's right. The last week of mating season. It would be a GODDAMN shame if the PTA found out, wouldn't it?! Might lose someone their seat on the board. "

Velociraptors: -look at each other and chirp nervously-

Stan: "Oh, and Brenda. I heard your kid was valedictorian of her class. Good for her. Now, was her plan to go to Triassic University? I heard that place is REAL spendy. Or is she moving to another planet with that hippy boyfriend she just got with? Wow, if I'd paid for a full year of college and was out THOUSANDS, I'd be preeeetty embarrassed."

Brenda:-screeches softly-

Stan: " What do I want? Move. Your. God. Damned. Rock wall."

Now imagine that YEARS later, after Jerk Ford has had a couple of run ins with DD Stan, that he somehow finds out about this. XD He could have a heyday.

@localcanadiancreature62

@tinfoil-jones

[zer0brainc3lls]

my safe haven tmr headcanons 🫶 (also random ones)

All of these are sweet, will make angst ones tho 🤭 Newtmas included ofc

- Thomas blushes super easily

- Brenda loves heavy metal

- newt writes to cope, just about his day and whatnot. (This is sorta canon in crank palace but i think he would continue to write if he lived)

- when Thomas & Minho get drunk together they get up to the most INSANE activities it’s not even funny

- If newt & Brenda are drunk at the same time they bet who is going to get injured first 😭

- minho LOVES Halloween. Absolutely LOVES IT. His costumes are phenomenal every year

- newt is SO GOOD with kids, the kids in the safe haven gravitate towards him and they all love him 100% (uncle newt?!?)

- Thomas on the other hand is like so bad with kids, has absolutely no idea how to talk to them 😔 the kids 100% ask him 2863382 times a day “are you uncle newts boyfriend?! :O” and he has no clue how to respond

- Minho teaches the kids curse words on accident 💀 he would like fall over or something and go “OW FUCK” and they would copy him, newt has scolded him so many times for this

- speaking of Minho and cursing, HE CURSES ALL THE TIME. THE MOUTH ON THAT MAN. It somehow gets worse when he’s drunk

- R.I.P Brenda you would’ve loved thick and crazy eyeliner

- Sonya made matching bracelets for aris and Harriet, aris accepted immediately 😭 Harriet sorta raised a brow but accepted as well but she NEVER takes it off. EVER. Aris on the other hand has lost it so many times, and freaks out every time he does

- Sonya will braid anyone and everyone’s hair. She knows so many hair styles it’s actually ridiculous 💀 she doesn’t remember learning them though. :[ (when she and newt were taken she would brush & braid the other girl’s hair like her mum taught her)

- aris slowly comes out of his shell in the safe haven, and every time he does something “bold” Sonya and Harriet silently cheer for him

- Newt and Sonya got REALLY close in the safe haven, they clicked like instantly and helped each other heal :) “she’s like a sister to me!!” “He’s like a brother to me!!” Is used OFTEN. (Little do they know.. ☹️)

- When Newt is extra pissy his accent is way heavier, and Thomas already being into his accent as is when newts mad at him.. I’ll just give you an example:

Newt *oblivious*: THOMAS WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!?! YOUR SO DULL SOMETIMES I SWEAR-

Thomas *face hotter then the sun, sweat dripping down his face*: Uhm-

Minho & Gally *with popcorn*: *watching the whole thing go down while holding back tears of laughter*

- newt never practically had a favourite flower, he thought they were all equally beautiful until one day Thomas came home with a sunflower, gave it to him and said “oh this reminded me of you” let’s just say after that day sunflowers were his favourite.

- frypan immediately knew when Thomas and newt first started dating, when he realised he went up to Thomas, patted him on the back and said “so you finally got together huh? Good job man” and walked off leaving Thomas SHOCKED

- if Teresa never betrayed everyone Newt and her would’ve been BFFS. “I remember when you liked Thomas I was so mad” “I was mad at you too!!” “REALLY?!” *whilst making flower crowns*

- Newt loves to read and this is common knowledge, Brenda also loves to read & wears reading glasses and one day newt caught her and she was like “if you tell a soul I’ll kill you. Wanna read together?”

- Newt = ambivert + Thomas = ambivert

- Newt LOVES tea and Minho gives him so much shit for it 😭

- Minho would be the type of guy to carry around a speaker and blast white girl music

- karaoke night once a week or two, Brenda and Minho sing barbie girl ATLEAST ONCE every time

- Thomas is still incredibly smart, like really smart but there is never really opportunity’s to show it ☹️ but like Newt will lead him a 600 page book or something thinking he won’t finish it and like 2 days later Thomas is like “I finished it! Yeah it was really good I really liked-“ goes on a full in depth analysis

- Newt is autistic 🙏🙏 (if yall want a whole headcanon list just for this I will do it because I’m autistic myself and would love to do that lol)

I hope yall enjoyed my ramblings 🤭 I’m gonna post more but the next one will mostly be post death cure, how they cope and how everything has effected them etc etc so angst

[xx-midnight-candy-goblin-xx]

When will leave Jackson diary incorrect quotes part 2?

IT MAKES ME WHEEZE WHEN I READ PART 1

If you check the reblogs to the original post, I made a part 2

This is part 3

NJ (Nightmare Jackson), writing fanfiction: #murder as a love language, #hurt no comfort, #MCR voice: I'M NOT OKAAAYYYY, #author does NOT need sleep, #physically running away from feelings because what even are those

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Exer: If you need me to babysit Charlie, I'm available 24/6

Bailey: Don't you mean 24/7?

Exer: No, Saturdays are date nights with David

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David, half asleep: Peer pressure me into completing tasks

Brenda: Do it or you're straight.

David, immediately getting up: I SAID PEER PRESSURE NOT THREATEN

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Charlie: Can I have some?

Exer, eating Cup O Cat cheesecake: It's really spicy, you wouldn't like it

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Jolie: What is love?

Ken: An emotional minefield

Jackson: A neurochemical reaction

Timothy: baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more-

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K3vin, talking to the REDs, Brenda, Pamela, and the Detention Kids: you and your dreadful little polycule haven't seen the last of me

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Jackson: I wanna sleep for 40 hours

NJ: You know that's called a coma, right?

Jackson: That sounds so refreshing, I could totally go for a light coma right now

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Ken: I thought I was doing amazing socially at a party and then this girl asked me if I was autistic

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Dylan: Sh*t, I don't have enough money to pay rent . . .

Marco, biting his lip, looking Dylan up and down: Well . . . I'm sure we can find a . . . solution

Bailey: THIS. IS. MONOPOLY. HORNY JAIL. RIGHT NOW

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Ken: You're my hero!

Brenda: All I did was catch your plate of chicken nuggets before they hit the ground

Ken: But you did it heroically

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Jolie: Didn't you die?

K3vin: That was weeks ago. Things change.

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Ken: Did it hurt?

Stars: *chokes on spit* excuse me? Do not pull that "when you fell from heaven" shit on me-

Ken: When you crawled up from hell?

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David: I swear on my friends' lives that I don't have a crush on Exer

Brenda, hands on her neck: I can't BREATHE

Ronald: I . . . I see the light

Jackson, literally a theater kid: *choking sounds before he collapses on the floor*

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Jackson: I just had a thought, which, as you can imagine, was stressful

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Ken: Yeah, crushes are the worst, I always act stupid when I'm near mine

Brenda: But you always act stupid

Ken, sweating: . . .

Brenda: . . . wait-

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Jolie: *very pensive*

Timothy: What's up?

Jolie: I just saw Ken pour 4 pounds of sugar into a dryer and he said he was making cotton candy

Timothy: . . . Did it work?

Jolie: . . . NO??

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NJ: I like men in the sense that I can perform unethical experiments on them

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NJ: everyone is addicted to my Fun and Flirty personality. lives have been destroyed

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Ken: so I was talking to Brenda-

Tim: the rizzlerrrr

Ken: . . .

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NJ: *humming along to Monster High songs*

Jackson: *walks into the room* what are you listening to?

NJ: Fallout Boy

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Now if they could text:

Harry: Happy birthday, son . . . Exer: ?? is it my last? - Christine: Good morning pumpkin remember to drink water . . .

David: did you poison it? - Christine: Hey just picked up David and Exer from school they got into a fight Harry: 👍 Christine: What -

Norman, texting Mariah: Get bell soon. wet* wep* Oh forget it. You can just perish. - David, in a group chat with the REDs, Brenda, Pamela, and the Detention Kids: I want a bf Brenda: Do you mean boyfriend or best friend? Exer: I can be both Ken: damn that's crazy Timothy: @/inhiseyesaflamingglow ron come get the tea but be careful it's BURNING HOT 🔥 David: [dumb blond is replying to magic boi] {I can be both} ??? WAHT??!?? - Ken: hey Haru, two days later: what. Ken: can you get toilet paper like two days ago? mom wanted me to ask - Ken: I need to tell you smth important Elijah: yeah go on Ken: here I'll just send it. https://social.mtdv.me/articles/UGjq058oAB Elijah: . . . why.

[janicekao]

I Object (bwwm)

Pairing:Young Eric Roberts x Young Brenda Sykes Summary: When a troubled young Eric Roberts hears a nasty rumor about his girlfriend Brenda Sykes, his only way to question her about it is by sneaking into her bedroom window of her family's home... a family who hates him at that. Warnings:70's, bad boy, cr3am p1e, r0ugh s3x, d0m&femsub, fanfic, smut, fluff, br33ding k1nk, romance, etc.

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"You gonna let me in or should I break in this son of a bitch?" Up the white lattice against his girlfriend's two-story home, twenty-six year old Eric Roberts becomes impatient as he taps on the window of her upstairs bedroom.

He had stood by a tree in her family's yard for over an hour now. Cigarette after cigarette he wondered if climbing through her window was a good idea or not.

And although he knows her family hates him... this not being a great idea, isn't something surprising. But, it isn't exactly like he could just walk right through the front door of their home without all hell breaking loose.

"A boyfriend from hell" the Sykes family calls him. A misfit child from foster care who never could get his act together regardless of the help the community has tried to give him. But Brenda never seen him that way... In her eyes, Eric was her missing piece. Maybe a rebel to the world, but her heartbeat in a human form.

After a bit of consideration... Eric decides that reaching Brenda through her bedroom window seems to be his only option, and so he does.

"What is wrong with you?!" Brenda's tone is hushed yet fierce as she tries to not draw attention to her family as she lets Eric climb inside. "Are you trying to get killed!? My father would shoot you down from this very window if he saw you. Get in!"

Throwing his long stick like legs into the bedroom, Eric manages to fall to Brenda's shag carpeting. Watching the clumsy mess come through her drapes is almost comical, especially being that Eric is clearly tensed and pissed about something unknown— clearly wanting to be taken seriously.

Brenda backs away continuing with a slight giggle, she backs towards her bedroom door and locks it so her many little siblings can't disturb the two or better yet, let anyone know who has come to visit or surely they will tattle.

"You find that funny, huh?" Standing to his feet finally, Eric dusts his shirt and pants off gently. "Letting me bust my ass through your window and what not..."

Brenda chuckles. "You did that yourself!"

...

Her doll eyes capture him.

Always have been so very enamored by her beauty, Eric can't help but to stare. His striking blue eyes latch onto her, his heart warming from the sweet innocence that oozes from her pretty smile and laugh. Skin so rich and brown eyes so very large and soul stirring, he's loved this woman since they were only children.

"Why do you stare?" Confusion cocks her head sideways, tilting her large afro of floppy curls onto her shoulder.

He sighs. "Because I love you. The only way I wouldn't be staring, is if I were dead."

Brenda rolls her eyes with a sweet giggle.

"Speaking of staring..." She continues, trying her best to ignore the now swarming butterflies that plague her stomach. "You did that same thing when you stalked me at the mall today. Didn't you?"

Busted.

Stalking is exactly what he did as he followed her every step today for many hours... but for good reason. "So you seen me?"

She nods.

A few days ago he received news that made his soul shatter. And ever since then, Eric has made it his duty to watch and follow Brenda's every move until he was able to get her alone like in this very moment.

"I heard a rumor that you were getting married..." He steps closer to the love of his life. "I refused to believe it until I watched you myself take a white gown out of the bridal boutique."

"I saw you." She shrugs. "I was with my mother and couldn't approach you, but I want you to know that you're not as sneaky as you think you are. I caught a scent of your cologne and it turned me right into your direction..."

His sweetheart.Known each other for so damn long that they even have their own powers; feeling each other's presence regardless of where they are.

Brenda continues softly. "But... Although you weren't really there with me,  it was still nice having my very best friend around as I picked out my wedding gown."

"And you looked so beautiful." Eric insists, throat beginning to swell with angry tears. "Just wish it would be me you were meeting at the end of that aisle."

"Brandon Jones?" He complains with a deep sigh. "The guy is like twice our age! Brenda, what are you thinking?"

...

She sighs. Arguing was not on her agenda today one bit.

Stepping towards her window again, she looks out into the distance and gulps. "I'm thinking that I really need to move the lattice away from my window."

Annoyed that his girlfriend continues to make light of the situation, Eric snatches her arm and pulls her into his fiery gaze. "Damn it Brenda, I'm not fucking around. You and I promised each other we'd be together forever! Twelve years! We've been thick as thieves since we were fourteen years old and you'd just let that go to waste? What does this guy have that I don't? Tell me... does your soon to be husband even know about me? Does he know who his bride loves and still continues to fuck to this day?"

"I don't care if the guy is forty years old or if he were eighty. At least I don't have to worry about him getting himself locked up or almost killed for shiesty shit, Eric!" She snatches her arm from his grip. "Listen, Brandon is a good man... he works at the Plant with my dad and asked for my hand in marriage after spending some time with me at the job's BBQ. My family really loves him and they know that with him, I'll be taken care of! No more new apartments every other month with you or running from the police and your strange enemies! ....He's a man with a real job, his own home, and wanting a wife. Not a Bonnie to his Clyde, a wife. Listen Eric, I can't do it with you anymore, I'm not getting any younger. I mean hell! Look at your face! How did you get that cut this time? Bar fight? O-Or a robbery gone wrong?"

"Neither!" He shouts. "You talk about how much your family loves this guy, but do you? Let me answer that, you fucking don't."

Softening his tone, Eric becomes meek and gentle in Brenda's presence. He shortens himself to fit his face seamlessly in the crook of her neck, wrapping his long arms around her waist as his wet and plumped lips kiss gently at the warmth of her skin. "I can— I can do better baby I promise." The soft begging nearly makes her purr. Brenda bites her lip as she lets her usually strong and defiant boyfriend sheepishly plead for her love. "What do you think, maybe I could join the Army? I hear the benefits are incredible and-and I'd have that full time job that we need."

Caressing his sandy-blonde silk of hair at the nape of his neck, she sighs and refuses. "I think that could be great for you, although the thought of you going to Vietnam is scary... But you need something steady like that Eric. As for me, it's too late. My parents aren't made of money y'know, all the wedding planning has finished and it was expensive."

He pushes her away, immediately pacing the bedroom floor and hardly able to look at her in the face. "I can't even wrap my head around the thought of you with another man. How could you fucking do this?How could you do this to me baby, I'm heartbroken, fucking livid!"

"I'm sorry." She avoids his stern eyes, fiddling with the ends of a fluffy pillow as she takes a seat on her bed. "It's happening Eric, this marriage— it's just above the both of us now."

But it isn't. Nothing is above true love, right?

"When is it?" His breathing trembles, listening closely to make sure she tells the truth.

"Mmtcht.." She clicks her lips.

"So help me God— when is it?" Eric instantly kneels to her bed, snatching her chin to share the direction of his gaze.

"Tomorrow." She wipes a fallen tear, upset with herself and upset that Eric is now forcing her to actually think about what she is going to commit. "—At some cheap rentable chapel or something! I'm just going to get this over with! No crowd, just my family, Brandon, and the preacher."

"Tomorrow you'll be another man's...." He sighs. "And tomorrow night you will lay down in the bed of a stranger when I'm the only person who has ever breeched your temple. God, I'm sick thinking about this old asshole fucking you!"

"So don't!" She argues. "Be happy for me, think about me having my name on a house and a pension instead!"

Eric hates to make her sound cheap, but the words spill from his tightened ticked jaws anyway. "Who knew you were so easily bought?"

He catches her expected wound up slap, knowing that he had it coming. But can she blame him for being pissed? Eric takes her wrists to his lips as tears soak his long natural lashes. He continues to kiss up her arm and to the palms of her hands, smothering her in his affection.

His love is the best feeling she's ever felt. But Brenda knows that she can't have it anymore. As she pulls from him, he won't allow it.

She sighs. "Listen, I was going through with this and had no plan of telling you because of this very exact painful moment. But now in a way, I'm glad you're here... I'm glad we get a goodbye.." She strokes his hair backwards and he allows the pet for the simple dire need of her sweet touch. "How can I make this hurt less? What can I do?"

Nothing at all.

...

He begins to ponder. "Turn your records on."

"My records?" Brenda frowns and he nods. "Yeah and play them softly. Play our song."

Her heart squeezes with the thought of hearing their favorite song. "God Eric, not our song."

"Yeah, and I'm not done. I want to spend the night, a last night with you." Feeling that she will say no— Eric still insists.

....

But wanting the goodbye just as much as he does, she decides it's best to agree.

Eric begins to make himself at home... Although really, this is just their nightly routine and has been for years. Half his clothes are in her dresser drawers, and as he makes himself comfortable, Eric pushes the dresser in front of the door for maximum privacy.

As Brenda flips through her many albums, she finds their favorite record... Carefully, she puts the record on the needle with fear of scratching it— fear of damaging one of the fondest memories she has of him to hold on to.

The fading evening sun highlights her bedroom a deep orange, and Brenda approaches Eric with a gold chain that he won for her at Coney Island when they were only sixteen. He won it during a card game, little did the scammer know that the street kid was just as slick and savvy, making the man lose at his own game. That night they scored real gold! And that very same night Brenda promised that she'd never take it off. She never has, until tonight as she places it back on Eric's neck. "What are you doing? No Brenda, don't do this—"

"Shhh." She hushes. "You know that I can't keep it."

He allows her to clasp it around his neck, but it makes the breakup feel that much more serious.

With a chest burning with tears, their song begins to play. Being her silly self, Brenda begins to dance. "Don't make this somber!" She giggles. "You wanted this song to play, the least you could do is dance with me!"

He chuckles. "You're right. But not like this."

"No?" She asks.

"Like this." Softly taking her hand, Eric pulls his lover to the middle of the room. Always & Forever by Heatwave begins to play, and a feeling of heartache and gloom reaches the both of them. Eric tightens her into an embrace and Brenda lightly lays on his chiseled chest as his strong arms hold her close.

They rock with the gentle music, slow dancing in her childhood bedroom for a last time as the lyrics and memories of their shared romance creates knots in their throats.

"Everyday, love me your own special way Melt all my heart away with a smile Take time to tell me, you really care And we'll share tomorrow, together I'll always love you forever, forever"

As they dance with the song coming to a soon ending, Eric cups her face, letting his fingertips ease through her fro as he directs Brenda's attention up towards him. "I love you."

"I love you too." She answers quickly, without a clue of what he means.

"No." Eric refuses her response, explaining to her this time in much more detail of what exactly he means. "I love you when you're wrong, I love you when you're right. There's not a woman who can ever take your place and I mean that with my soul. I'm yours to the very day I die, and even after that. Heaven sent is an understatement, we are tied at the soul regardless of any obstacle.Brenda, when I tell you that I love you, I mean that there isn't anything that I love more."

A piece of her dies listening to his reassurance. She wants to cancel the wedding and begins to cry knowing that she's only going through with this because it's more of a financial gain for her family, and that it's completely above her.

Eric's lips meet hers and for a moment there, it feels as if they've begun to float... soon regaining their footing and focus as Mrs. Sykes knocks on Brenda's door. "Brenda, dinner is ready! Why don't you come down to eat honey?"

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Eyes latched onto her beau, she isn't able to think straight, the most handsome man she's ever seen, and he is all hers.

What Brenda is hungry for, sure isn't her mother's pot roast. "I-I think I'm going to skip dinner tonight Ma."

Her mother chuckles from behind the door. "Ahw sweetie, wedding jitters?"

Eric now heated with fire in his loins and overly infatuated with his lover, begins to loll his finger down her chest and the crease of Brenda's breasts.

"Yes!" She gulps, answering her mother quickly and awaiting a man who isn't her fiancé to absolutely snatch her soul. "—something like that."

"Brenda?" Eric's voice lowers into something delicious and tempting as Brenda's mother is heard going back down stairs.

"Yes?" Her eyes flutter in near hypnosis.

"Lay in the bed."The demand glides off his tongue like butter.

As the two lay in the queen-sized mattress, Eric takes Brenda's breath with his weight on her. Their tongues find each other and their kiss is filled with whiny moans and trembling desperation.

A last time, one last time.

Eric hooks his finger around her panties and slowly takes them down her mile long tawny legs. He spreads her thighs and nearly keels over at the sight of her delicious womanhood. He teases her with gentle kisses across her belly and hips, soon kissing her flower as it drenches his lips with her need.

He hikes her thighs up over his shoulders as his tongue flicks through the lips of her cunt. Brenda shutters, hips bucking towards his mouth and back arched for easing taking. Eric enjoys this reaction, stilling her with the stern gaze of his blue eyes watching up at her. He makes her dizzy with his kiss below. She covers her own moans with a pillow, however, Eric's lewd tonguing seems to be just as loud. He inserts a finger and groans as Brenda's walls tighten across his digit. She removes the pillow from her face to watch the cruel punishment of Eric curling his finger and knocking at her core.

"Oh come onnnn." His grin is devious, "you can handle another one, can't you?"

As Brenda nods, his second digit already seeps inside her. "Atta girl."

His two most middle fingers pump into her pussy rapidly, drenching his entire hand and wrist with her juices.

Needing a second to breathe and contain her swelling orgasm, Brenda reaches for his wrist, sliding desperately at his skin. Eric uses his freehand to push her back into her cloud of pillows, snatching her blouse from over her head as he grasps at her mounds and perked nipples. Wanting to cum on something more exquisite, Brenda reaches for his briefs where a lengthy erection from his boxers steals the show. She cups her hand around his shaft and Eric becomes sensitive to the touch, so turned on in the moment he could cum just from her touch alone. A whiny "fuck me, baby" is enough for him to lose himself. Whatever baby wants, she gets. He palms his cock, directing the flesh toned tip at her entrance and watches Brenda take his every veined inch. His eyebrows furrow, creating desperate wrinkles in the middle as his eyes flutter shut. His strokes begin and they are unmatched, knocking the headboard against her wall to the point of dropping picture frames, needing to silence the fuck with pillows behind the bed frame.

Brenda takes him like her cunt was molded perfectly around his staff. He watches her lip bites and moans, enjoying every second of making his pillow princess come out of her character. Eric's thrusts quicken with a firm grip to her throat. As Brenda gasps for air, her mouth is met with his, slowly slutting her out and invading her throat with his lewd tongue kiss. "So fucking good baby." His groans heat her face. "Tell me you love this dick. Isn't this what you wanted?"

"guhh-yess!" She gulps, shouting an exclaim as her pussy goes numb to the beating. "I love it, Eric please—cum in me." Brainless and fucked dumb, she asks for a gift to carry into her future.

She clearly isn't ready for a marriage. How could she be ready as she asks another man for his seed?

His kiss reaches from her face, to her cheeks blushing red-hot, and to her ears where he whispers his sweet nothings. "I love you so much, fuck you feel like Heaven." A baritoned plead escapes his gritted teeth as his member begins to twitch and leak his precum.

Brenda climaxes with a grin and half-lidded eyes. Satisfied as her flesh hugs Eric just right as he becomes drained of cum. He pants with a final praise, he drives his cock against her cervix, sputtering his seed and releasing as far up into her as possible. Eric wraps his arms around her, continuing to cockwarm Brenda until the strength of their sex dies down into pure bliss.

A smile and few light chuckles are shared after their earth-shattering sex, yet suddenly a look of fear crosses Brenda's sweet doll like expression.

"Tomorrow—" She begins with fright, realizing that she needs to cancel the marriage. "I-I can't—"

"Shhhh." Eric hushes her worry with a smothering embrace, tucking her head and mane of curls under his chin.

Brandon Jones is trying to take a lot of things, even has consumed Brenda's every thought... But this moment? No, he can't have this.

"Just rest." Eric coos, "it'll be all over in the morning my love."

Resting her eyes, Brenda does just that. Now night and in the arms of the one she truly loves, it only takes her minutes to fall asleep.

"Eric?" She fights her sleep once more.

"Hmm?" He softly questions.

Brenda finally repeats the phrase in a way that makes his soul content. "I love you so much more."

This admission of true love makes him smile, but it's nothing he didn't already know. With a kiss to her forehead, Eric lays watching Brenda sleep on his chest for a few more hours into the night.

As midnight approaches, he eases out of her bed before they can get caught and redresses in his winter gear to endure the NYC weather once again.

With a last look, he watches Brenda sleep peacefully wrapped in sheets still covered in the essence of their sex, and with the moonlight highlighting her skin through the window and possibly having conceived his child tonight— Eric has never seen her so beautiful.

"I love you so much more."

He reminisces on her sweet words again knowing that come morning, she'd be saying the very opposite if she ever finds out what he's really been up to...

Eric escapes back down the lattice against the Sykes family's home, and quickly jogs down the street to get clear from the barking of the neighborhood dogs that attempt to wake the whole town. The cold air of the night stings the gash on his face and makes Eric wince in pain, he hopes he doesn't need any stitches or he'd be shit out of luck...

Not an injury from a bar fight, or a mugging gone wrong like Brenda thinks... but a gash from the engagement ring of her groom as he fought for his life yesterday when Eric beat him to death and tossed him in the freezing cold Hudson River... Sure Brenda has a wedding tomorrow, but little does she know, she has no groom. Love can make you do the most terrible things.

Being of not a sane mentality, Eric panicked when he received word of the rumor. However, he panicked even more once he came back to his senses from blacking out after tracking the groom down and murdering him.

The world hadn't a clue that something in Eric snapped yesterday...

He cleaned the hot rush of blood off of his face in panic, using the same roll of paper towels in his car to rid himself of any evidence of what he had just committed.

But in the end, although now stirred by his crimes, he couldn't be happier. Pounds of relief off of his shoulders now that he knows he's bought time to make things right between the love of his life, his soon to be child, and himself.

But there won't be a pretty bride and church bells tomorrow for Brandon. As for him, the only thing that will be keeping him company tomorrow, are the cement blocks Eric tied to his ankles to hold him down.

Brenda will be stood up... Her and her family will look like fools in the morning, but who's a better shoulder to cry on than Eric's? His girlfriend will be broken hearted with a few tears, but at least she won't be married to any other man but him, not on his watch at least.