#date night and some flirting (and sex later of course) hahaha

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WIP Snippet Sunday

I continue to write more Mob but I do not edit. 🙃

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He placed the ball down on the table bed and shrugged off his jacket. It was getting warm and constricting his movement. A sharp inhale came from his right. His head snapped toward Katsuya, who was chewing his lips and staring at Seto's upper torso and shoulders.

He forgot he wore suspenders with today's suit until this moment. Old-fashioned, but it was how this particular suit was intended to be worn. He waited a second for Katsuya to tease him. Maybe call him an old man. But when that didn't happen even after he hung up his suit jacket on a wall hook, he asked, "Problem?"

Katsuya shook his head vigorously. "Nope. No problem here. Take your shot."

"Five in the corner pocket," he declared as he bent forward to measure the shot.

"I got a five for your corner pocket," muttered Katsuya under his breath just as he made his stroke.

But given the private room and the music's low volume, Seto heard him clearly. He laughed, half in disbelief and entirely caught off-guard. His shot went wide, pocketing the cue ball without brushing a single ball, least of all the lowest number one.

He spun to face the other man. "What does that even mean?"

With a sly grin on his lips, Katsuya stepped close, boxing him against the edge of the table. He chuckled, hot breath puffing over Seto's neck. "You heard me. You know what I mean."

"No. I really don't." He tried to recompose himself, but it was difficult when Katsuya stood this close.

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"Don't Tell Roger" (Maylor fic)

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Note: Hello guys, so this is the first fic I've ever written and I wanted to share it with you :) I must say english isn't my first language, so I apologise for any mistakes I could've made! I hope you like it

Summary: it's 1975 and Roger has a huge crush on Brian. After a drunken talk with Freddie, Rog comes up with a plan to get a romantic response out of Brian

Warnings: swearing, smoking, drinking, oral sex, sex, drug use.

Part 1/3 (?)

Word count: 2730

CHAPTER ONE: LOCK THE DOOR

The guys are all at a rehearsal, Roger is playing the drums in the back, with Freddie, John, and Brian in the front of the room... Roger is playing as good as he can, considering he's getting somewhat distracted by staring at Bri's broad sexy back, eventually he forgets about what he’s doing, too focused on his friend's body, and stops playing for a second, this causes his friends to look over their shoulders and give him a confused look

“Oh fuck! I’m sorry, I… I mean I got distracted hehe I’m sorry” he snaps back into reality as his cheeks turn red from embarrassment. Since it’s been a bit of a stressful day he expects some eye rolling from his friends but instead they just scoff softly and smile.

“Its okay darling, we'll just take a break, if everyone agrees, I’m guessing we're all a bit tired” Freddie says, he’s clearly exhausted from singing all day and his throat must be sore.

Brian goes to put his red special on it’s case aa John approaches Rog “You okay mate? You seem off” John asked softly and in a very low voice, so Roger can feel free to discuss whatever it is that's wrong. “Oh no I’m fine, just tired that’s all, I’m sorry for messing up” Rog replies with a soft smile, trying to get the attention away from his behavior and on his little mistake, he hasn’t told anyone about his newly aknowldeged crush on Brian; he’s usually not one to get all shy and hide his true emotions about anything, and it’s been clear by the way he ocationally throws some massive tantrums, going as far as trashing his drum set on more than one ocation... but this is different, they’re all best friends and he doesn’t know how John or Fred would react if he told them about him fancying Bri, it would just be weird, or so he thinks. He knows they wouldn’t mind about him being gay ("gay? Maybe bi, I mean I still find girls quite attractive" he thinks to himself) since they’re all very supportive of Freddie and had never judged him or acted any different around him. But God, this is Brian we're talking about, if it was any other guy he’d probably just tell them (but honestly if this was any other guy Roger wouldn’t even like him, he’s never really been attracted to any other men)

This is weird for Roger in more than one way, since he’s usually the one being chased after, people get hopeless crushes on him, and it’s not very often that Roger finds himself nervous around someone, changing his clothes entirely a couple times before leaving the house, and fixing his outfit each time he sees a mirror, fixing his eyebrows with his finger and biting his lips nervously, so much they turn red, before meeting the person he likes. For him it’s usually more simple than that, he finds someone he likes and after some talking and flirting the other person is all heads over heels for him.

He’s always been a confident guy and he’s well aware of what he looks like, and on top of that he knows exactly how to seduce someone; but when he’s around Brian he... He just gets a little nervous.

“Hey dearies, how would you like some beer? I think we could all use a fun night out after all this work” Freddie says overly excited, the rest of the guys know when Freddie’s feeling like partying, there’s no point in arguing against joining him, Fred will always convince them all (and to be perfectly honest, they all end up having a great time)

Roger and John are up for it as soon as Fred suggests it but Brian is a bit reluctant

“I don’t know, I’m really tired, we’ve been practicing for hours Fred, it baffles me how you all are not as exhausted as I am”

“Oh come on love, I’ll pay for the first round” Freddie says winking

“Let's go, we'll have fun, come on" John added, clearly excited to go out with his best friends.

“Come on Bri, let’s go!” Roger insisted giving Brian the sweetest smile he could manage to put on

“Oh okay okay, since you’re all insisting, how can I refuse?” Brian finally agreed with a charming smile to join his friends; but to be absolutely honest, what he actually means is he can’t say no to Roger’s big blue eyes and innocent smile, how could he? Rog is just too cute.

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They get to their favorite pub, they haven’t been there in a couple months, but they sure had missed it, it’s a nice place, reasonable prices and cute girls (and boys) and it’s big enough to have some privacy when they’re talking about their affairs as well, the beer there is always cold and the food is always good.

It’s quite big for a pub, but it’s really nice, it used to be a house, the walls are tall and covered on a layer of nicely arranged bricks for decoration, it also has many plants attached to the walls, and it has a very appropriate warm orangey lighting, in some areas of the first floor there’s no roof, it was probably some sort of patio back when it was a house. The boys get to their usual table and sit in those comfortable padded chairs. Roger and Freddie light up a cigarette as soon as they sit down. “Oh hello dear” Fred says to their cute waitress, she’s usually the one who serves them and there’s some sense of closeness with her but they aren’t really friends yet, she’s a bit shy and the boys are usually too hyped to have a decent conversation with her “may I ask you for four big, cold, delicious beers and some chips please?”

“Sure thing! Be right back with your order” she replied while winking at Roger, she’s always been flirty with the four of them but haven’t really approached them in a way other that their cheerful, nice waitress.

“Someone seems to fancy you!” John teases Roger while lighting his own cigarette

“Oh hahaha yeah, maybe I wouldn’t know for sure” Roger mumbles absent mindedly while fixing his hair and holding his cigarette between his lips

“What’s wrong?” Brian asked genuinely concerned, since this isn’t a usual response for Roger, Brian knows his friend and knows Rog would usually say something cheeky or playfully cocky and then just let it slide

“Hu?, What do you mean Bri?”

“Well you seem somewhat distracted mate”

“No no I’m fine just a bit uhm…”

“Your beer, boys! Enjoy!” the waitress inadvertently interrupted

“Thank you Rose” John answered

Freddie was the first to grab his drink “Cheers! To you my darlings! And to a lovely evening of getting terribly shitfaced!”

“Cheers!” the boys replied giggling

~~~~

Four rounds later, Roger is drunk, John is missing, Freddie is still standing and Bri is almost too sober for his friends dumb behaviour.

“Drink up my darling, maybe you’ll find some cute girl who will take you home tonight” Freddie said as he forced Brian’s glass against his lips.

“Ye know, I haven’t had a girl over in months” Roger said, he gets a bit impertinent when he’s drunk “I’d like someone to bring me home tonight too” he stood up stumbling a little bit “I’mma go to the… the.. I’mma go take a leak” he said giggling and left

“I’m sorry but did Roger just say he has not shagged in months?” Freddie whispered to Brian

“I have some difficulty believing that as well, Fred” Brian laughed and chugged down his beer

~~~~~

“Where the fuck are Deaky and Roger?” Freddie asked Brian, they’re both drunk by now

“Oh right! Where are those two? Should we look for them?”

“Uhm… maybe they left dear, I don’t know, Roger said he was going to the bathroom 45 minutes ago”

“Yeah, but I don't know, I’ll go look for them in the bathroom just in case” Brian said giggling, he gets all relaxed and giggly when he’s drunk, but he still worries for his two younger friends, specially for Roger, he gets way to irresponsible when he drinks and has the dumbest unsafest ideas, he'd endanger his own life for the sake of fun, John on the other hand seems to be able to take care of himself, but Brian still prefers to look after him too.

Brian got to the bathroom on the second floor and knocked, there was no response and it was unlocked so he just opened the door in case one of his drunk friends was inside

“Hello? Is someone in there?” There was no response but he heard some noises “okay I’m coming in, is that good?” he continued hesitantly, even if it's not Roger or Deaky, maybe theres someone in there that could use some help

“Oh fuck! Roger lock the door for the love of God!” he laughed and closed the wooden door after getting a glimpse of Roger getting a blow job from a brunette.

“Oh no no no no no fucking hell no” Roger said and buckled his pants, he figured the best way to get your crush to like you is not by letting them see such a thing “hey I’m so sorry I have to go! Nice meeting you!” he said to the girl as he rushed out of the bathroom and down the stairs where he found Brian “hey Bri hey hey wait Bri” Brian turned around “what? So quickly?” Brian responded with a cheeky smile “hu? Oh! No no I mean I’m sorry I don’t mean for you or anyone to see that I mean it’s meaningless and” Roger mumbled as fast as he could “oh Rog don’t worry, I’ve seen you do way worse” And by these words Roger remembered that Brian and him are not dating and that they’re in fact best friends, best straight friends. Best friends who have girls over from time to time and that’s fine. “I’m just a bit jealous” Brian continued

“Jealous” Roger blushed and tried to make sense out of that, is Brian jealous? Of the girl? Or? What?? Brian likes him?

“Of course! I’d like to get lucky too!” Brian replied while placing his arm around Roger’s neck to go downstairs together.

Brian hated to admit it to himself but, what he saw a few minutes ago was actually a delightful sight, he tried to shake the thought out of his head... But Roger’s lips parted while he moaned softly with that delicious voice of his, his head resting back on the wall and his eyebrows slightly furrowed in pleasure was all to hot to ignore, but those thoughts have absolutely no reason to be in his mind, he's his friend and Brian is only thinking those things because he’s drunk, right?... Wrong, Brian tried to convince himself of that but truth is he really likes Roger, he likes likes Roger, at first he just thought he was just feeling a lot of affection for his best friend but he couldn’t help but stare at Roger all the time, his enormous eyes, his arms getting stronger and stronger from playing the drums, his skinny and hot abdomen showing from those tiny shirts, his long bleached hair, his collarbone and how much he would like to softly bite on it. Yes, Roger turned him on, but he also cared for him in a very special way, it wasn’t just arousal he felt but maybe… something else. And yes, he was somewhat jealous when he saw Roger with that girl but he was in no position to say anything about it, and in any case, the image was quite nice anyways.

They went downstairs and there was Deaky, Sitting at the table with Freddie, both still drunk

“Ah! Here you are! Did you get lost on your way to the bathroom? Or was something more exciting going on?” Freddie said cheerfully, he knows Roger very well and he has himself got those glimpses of Roger in the bathroom with some girl before.

“Im a gentleman Fred, I don’t kiss and tell!” Roger accepted something else was going on “but if you must know, the strake remains the same, months”

“Oh really? Then what was that I saw? Was she looking for something lost in your penis? Brian joked

“Oh you know what I mean! If it’s not actual sex it doesn’t count!” Roger hissed “you just tease me cause, as you admitted, you’re jealous!” he smirked.

“Oh Brian, I know you’d love to blow Rog but that’s no reason to interrupt him when he’s getting lucky” Freddie teased

John choked on his beer and looked at Brian with wide eyes, too shocked by this comment to remind himself it's just a joke.

“Uhm” Brian replied as his cheeks turned crimson red “thats… that’s not what I meant Fred”

“Oh I know love I’m just messing with you”

Roger sat there in silence, blushing significantly, if it wasn’t for his massive crush he’d just laugh and blow kisses at Brian but in this particular situation, he felt a bit embarrassed.

~~~~~

The night went by and the boys had a lot of fun, they drank and ate, laughed all night till their tummies hurt, but it was time to go home, and Roger offered Freddie a ride.

Rog had tried to sober down because he doesn’t want to drive while he’s drunk and scratch his car or something, but more importantly because he wanted to talk to Freddie.

“Get in the car Fred! Come on at least try…” Roger said as he tried to help his intoxicated friend get on the passenger seat

“Sorry darling! Almost there!”

They both got in the car, finally, and Roger's started driving.

“hey Freddie, there’s something I want to ask you…” Roger was interrupted by Freddie blasting the radio and singing very loudly

“Hey I really want to ask you about…” Roger continued, screaming this time, but was once again interrupted by Freddie’s singing

“Fred!” he tried once more but Freddie was just ignoring him

“Oh come on… I’m trying to talk to you goddammit!” Roger really wanted to have this conversation “Freddie! Oh fuck this…!” he hissed in annoyance as he turned off the radio

“Hey! I was singing!” Freddie hissed back “Yeah no shit, I’m trying to talk to you” Roger wasn't gonna let Freddie get out of this one that easily “What is it?” Freddie finally replied

“Well… a while ago when we were at the…”

“Hey stop here at the store! I want to buy some cookies” Freddie interrupted him once more. To be fair this was unusual, when he’s sober Freddie would never even think of ignoring a friend’s question, he would always listen carefully to what his friends had to say but right now he was shitfaced

“Fred… it’s 3:30 in the morning… the bloody store is fucking closed”

“Oh that’s not fair” Freddie said and closed his eyes

~~~~

“Freddie, were here” Roger poked Freddie’s cheek “Fred wake up, come on buddy, you’re home”

“What? Oh!... Wonderful love”

Roger helped Freddie get to his flat and then to his bed

“Hey Freddie, wake up for the love of God I need to ask you something”

“Ask away dear!” Freddie shouted

“Shhh!... Okay, uhm, I... I mean maybe it was nothing, right? But uhm... It’s not a big deal, really, just… What did you mean before when you said Brian was jealous about you know uhm, you know”

“About Brian wanting to blow ya'?” Freddie interrupted, thank God, Roger didn't want to say it out loud himself

“Yes” Roger blushed “that”

“Nothing new darling” Freddie said as he dozed off again

“Fred! Fucking wake up!”

Freddie opened his big brown eyes trying to focus on Rog

“What do you mean nothing new?” Roger insisted

“Well you know, Brian thinks Roger is pretty and hot and funny, he told me, but don’t tell Roger okay? Brian will certainly kill me”

“Hu? Freddie? Elaborate” Roger insisted, was Freddie really drunk enough to not recognize who he's talking to?

“Don’t tell Roger dear, shhhh!” Freddie said placing his finger on Roger’s lips “promise?”

“Sure, I wont, goodnight Freddie”

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That would be all for this chapter! I really hope you guys like it, let me know if you'd like me to post the next chapters

[omgkatsudonplease]

lily!!! thanks a ton for offering to write me a birthday ficlet! i have two prompt options for you to choose from (courtesy of my personal prompt generator wife, robbie): 1. "we met each other on a sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame" au OR [cont.]

[cont.] 2. "i’m obsessed with a food blogger who writes about cheap ways to be gourmet in your 20s and i flirt with them over comments but they never post pictures of their face and ALSO there’s a really cute grocery bagger at the store down the street who teases me and always asks to join me for dinner and i definitely want to say yes" au. all ships fair game (though ofc i'm partial to victuuri, milasara, & phichimetti). thank you lovely!!! appreciate you tons!!!

okay so this is a belated bday ficlet for the super lovely @extranikiforov​! (ilu rae im just a butt who has no concept of time) i’m going to uh... hahaha okay this is prompt 1, phichimetti, and tangentially related to the mayo jar fic that @sinkingorswimming​ wrote for me:

Christophe has heard of him, of course -- no one who likes figure skating and Instagram hasn’t heard of Phichit Chulanont and his excellent little videos of him goofing around on the ice to various strains of pop music. He’s probably personally responsible for at least 85% of the plays on the one video of Phichit dancing to Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” and somehow managing to nail the moves whilst having knife shoes strapped to his feet. 

But it’s one thing to know about the legend, and it’s another to meet him in person. And it’s another to run into him sneaking out of his neighbour Viktor’s apartment at six in the morning. 

“Seems we had the same idea,” he remarks cheerily, and Phichit nearly jumps a foot in the air at that, dropping his paper bag as he does. Christophe bends to get it, handing it back to him. “Visiting a friend?”

“I suppose,” says Phichit, and then frowns as he looks him up and down. “Wait. I’ve seen you around. You’re Yuuri’s Saturday Night.”

Christophe raises an eyebrow. “Saturday Night? Is that all you know about me?”

Phichit opens his mouth to protest further, but Christophe laughs, shaking his head as he takes out the key to his own apartment and fiddles with the door. 

“Want to grab brunch?”

Phichit snorts. “In your apartment?”

“Well, I’m amenable to going to Panin’s, but I do need to put on clothes that aren’t obviously from last night,” replies Christophe, gesturing to the rumpled date-night outfit that Yuuri had half-torn in his eagerness to get them off of him. 

Phichit looks him up and down, hums, and nods. “I see your point,” he says. “But Yuuri might be worried if --”

“Nonsense.” Christophe waves an airy hand. “You know he sleeps like the dead when he’s very tired out.”

“No thanks to you.” Phichit snorts again, but then his expression grows a little downcast, a little sheepish. “I’m... I’d be down for eggs and pancakes,” he says, his cheeks flushing a little darker at that. “But do you think I’d need to change, too?”

Christophe looks him up and down as briefly as he can. “Very Holly Golightly of you,” he declares. “I’m sure it’ll be quite the statement.”

Phichit laughs at that. “Right, breakfast at Panin’s in last night’s party dress. I’ll be accepting my Oscar now, thanks.”

Christophe smiles. “I like it,” he says, and vanishes into his apartment.

“So,” Christophe continues, half an hour later in a booth at Panin’s Diner on the corner. The city is starting to wake around them, cars and trucks honking and moving through the streets outside. Phichit stirs some whipped cream into his hot chocolate, and raises an eyebrow. 

“So?” he echoes.

“I’m just Yuuri’s Saturday Night to you?” Christophe prompts. Phichit laughs, resting his chin on his hands. His smile is as indolent as the Sunday morning outside, slow and sweet and a little worshipful. Christophe’s never been one for religion, but maybe there’s some hint of God in the way Phichit’s eyes sparkle. 

“I mean, I’ve heard other things,” Phichit replies, now idly licking his spoon and setting it back on the saucer. Christophe has barely touched his own coffee, but he’s more than alert to the way Phichit’s tongue dances along the steel edge of the spoon. “All good things, I’m guessing. I’ve always suspected Yuuri was a bit of a freak in the sack, so thanks for confirming that.”

Christophe feels his cheeks heat up, and he slowly slides his face into his hands. “How much did you hear,” he mutters. 

Phichit takes on a distinctly breathless tone. “Oh, big boy, don’t stop, right there, mm, yes, like that, harder, yes!” It attracts a couple curious stares from other diner patrons, and Christophe isn’t sure whether to try to shut him up or evaporate on the spot, but either way he looks around and beams widely at the rather bemused server headed their way with breakfast.

“He’s really into the hot chocolate,” he explains, and Phichit bursts into laughter. 

“So, big boy, I have to say, congratulations. I think you’re the first Saturday Night who’s ever gotten my poor roommate to think of someone other than Viktor Nikiforov for a couple hours at a time,” he teases. The server sets down their plates then, and almost immediately flees back behind the counter. Christophe can barely bring himself to be embarrassed at that. 

He opts instead for smothering his fluffy pancakes -- Panin’s are some of the finest in town -- with maple syrup and whipped cream. “I’ll be accepting my... what’s the equivalent of an Oscar for good sex, then?” 

“The... Golden Dildo,” declares Phichit, layering whipped cream between each layer of pancake and grinning from ear to ear. “A really big one, too. Yuuri once complained to me in this very booth that one of his Saturday Nights lied to him about being a grower.”

Christophe nearly spews out the pancake bite he’d just eaten. “What a disappointment that must have been,” he remarks. 

Phichit shakes his head. “He was betrayed.” 

“Hm. Speaking of betrayal, though -- ” Christophe’s eyes narrow. “Why were you sneaking out of Viktor’s place in a cocktail dress?”

Phichit shrugs. “Why does anyone ever do anything?” he wonders innocently. 

Christophe waves an accusatory fork at him. “Does Yuuri know you’re test driving Viktor for him?”

Phichit gapes. “Test driving!” he exclaims, laughing. “That’s one way to put it. I rather prefer the term ‘loosening the mayo jar’, but yours is classier.”

“I can’t believe I’ve finally lived to see the day where five-time world champion figure skater Viktor Nikiforov is referred to as a mayo jar, but here we are.” Christophe shakes his head. “What a strange world we live in.”

“Strange indeed,” agrees Phichit. “Considering that Viktor Nikiforov’s hot neighbour is screwing my poor, sweet, introverted dancer of a roommate.” He waggles his fork back at Christophe. “You’d almost think there was some big cosmic mix-up going on around here.” 

Christophe raises an eyebrow. “You think I’m hot,” he states.

“I’ve known you were hot for a while,” replies Phichit. “And I was surprised to see you show up sometimes on Saturday night, but hey. Hidden depths for everyone.”

Christophe wonders if this is the emotional equivalent of a punch to the solar plexus. He leans back in his seat and finally takes a long sip of his coffee. It’s not nearly as bitter as he’d like it to be. 

“Let’s make a deal,” Phichit says suddenly, setting down his fork and knife and folding his hands conspiratorially. “You and I know better than anyone that those two idiots we call our roommate and neighbour are... how do I put this lightly?”

“Emotionally constipated but pining after each other?” asks Christophe.

Phichit snaps his finger. “Precisely. And you and I also know we’re both very hot and would like to try this out, too.” He gestures between them. 

Christophe nods. “Viktor has... mentioned a couple times that he’s had his eyes set on his partner’s roommate,” he remarks. “He’s also then wondered if that makes him a bad person, but he doesn’t want to cheat, etcetera, etcetera.”

“It’s not cheating if we all agree to swap partners for a night,” Phichit points out, and then his eyes light up with some stroke of divine inspiration. “What are your thoughts, big boy, on a key party?” 

Christophe vaguely wonders if Phichit actually knows his name, though he also has to admit, he doesn’t mind being called ‘big boy’ in that tone of voice.

He takes a bite of his pancake. “Tell me more,” he says, and Phichit grins.

[melaninkpopimagines]

Save Me As Daddy

part: 1 2 

word count: 5.2k

warning: smut, language 

A/N: y’all this is so long lol. i hope you like it. Leave me comments!!!!

You ended up in South Korea to teach English. You'd been settled in for about a week when your fellow teachers decided to pull you out of your apartment. You and eight other teachers, dressed rather skimpily, took a train to Gangnam and club hoped.

That's when you hooked up with BTS’ Hoseok.

Even though you were drinking heavily flashes of the night ran through your head on Monday morning.

You sat at your desk barely able to concentrate on your work. All you could think about was how filthy he talked to you.

You weren't usually into the degrading stuff until Hoseok was inside you, telling you how dirty you were.

It was still like a dream. You didn't believe it was real until Tuesday night when he texted you.

Hobi(daddy?): Have you had dinner baby girl? ;)

You shifted in your chair staring down at the large pizza you were manning by yourself.

You cleaned your hands and picked up your phone.

You: not yet?

Hobi(daddy?): send me your address. I'll take you out.

You immediately texted him your address, tossed the pizza box in the fridge, and went to get dressed.

You didn't know how to dress. You decided dressing up would be better than dressing down.

By the time you showered and picked out an outfit Hoseok told you he'd be there in fifteen.

You pushed your hair up into a tight bun, carefully laying your edges in a simple design. Cocoa butter and body oil with shimmer had your skin glowing.

You slipped on black thigh high socks and picked out sexy red and black lace lingerie set. You put on a shirt dress that was white with spot print, flowy fabric, loose sleeves, and a bow at the neck. Your lips were a matte pink, and your eyes were smoky. You grabbed a pair of pearl earrings and a gold and black ring set.

By the time your outfit was complete Hoseok knocked on the door.

You ran, almost slipping in your socks, to answer it.

Hoseok was wearing a white pulp fiction tshirt, light blue ripped jeans, with a red belt, a yellow snapback, and white pumas.

He looked delicious, even though he was very casual.

Hoseok looked you up and down before stepping closer and placing his hands on your hips. He kissed your lips firmly; but not aggressively.

“You look absolutely amazing.” He winked at you.

You smiled and invited him. He strolled past you and made his way through to your living room.

You watched him look around the small room. It wasn't tiny; but big enough for you.

You grabbed him a drink and he sat down on the couch, making himself comfortable.

You slipped off to your bedroom to pick out shoes and do one final makeup check.

You were leaning over in your closet and it was like you could feel his gaze. You turned around Hoseok was

leaning against the wall watching you with a smirk.

“Are you ready?” He asked you, closing in the distance between you.

You gave him a cheerful nod, dangling your shoes at him. He followed you out, his hand on the small of your back.

He was a gentleman, he opened his car door for you, helped you in, helped you buckle up, and shut it for you. Driving he played soft music, his hand rested on your exposed thigh.

You smirked, deciding to tease him a bit, and get to know why he texted you.

“Do you usually hook up with random girls in the bathroom, Mr. Jung?” You asked him.

He smirked at you and said, “Do you usually hook up with celebrities in bathrooms Ms. y/n?”

He winked at you.

You giggled and shook your head at him. “Well can I ask why you decided to text me again? Isn’t that a little risky for your “image”?” You asked. He shrugged cutely scrunching his face. His hand gripped your thigh tighter.

“I’m not to worried about my image baby. So you shouldn’t worry about it either. If anything I can just deny it all” he laughed at his own joke. You shook your head. “Don’t worry. I won’t expose you. Especially after the food.” You have an innocent smile.

He laughed at you. “Not the amazing sex. But the food.”

You shrugged “amazing? Is that what you’d call it?” You teased. “Don’t make me stop this car and remind you just how amazing it was.” He squeezed your thigh.

You bit your lip. The threat was turning you on so much; but you declined saying you were only teasing.

You were at least gonna make it through dinner before you let him bend you over. Not to be mistaken; you were definitely gonna let him bend you over just not in his car.

You were going to let him, it was the plan; but Hoseok didn’t touch you. Not even after having a post dinner make out session that got very heated.

Hoseok gripped your ass, as you ground against him. You could feel yourself soaking through your panties in arousal. As you started unbuttoning your shirt and he stopped you.

“Oh no baby girl. Not tonight.”

You looked at him confused. “Hoseok why are you teasing?” You asked him, your lips pouting.

He smirked, he thought it was cute.

“I’m not teasing, we’re not doing anything tonight. That’s not what I brought you here for.” He said.

You stared at him confused as he motioned for you to sit on the couch. You carefully moved off his lap, sitting on the couch and watching him carefully. He placed his hand on your thigh.

“Are you worried you did something wrong?” He asked, gently rubbing his hand back and forth on your thigh. You didn’t say anything; but he still chuckled. “Don’t worry. I just think we should talk about some things.”

“Like what?” You raised your eyebrow.

“You said you wanted to know why I contacted you again right?” He asked. He got up and disappeared into the kitchen. He soon resurfaced with two glasses and a bottle of wine under his arm. “Here have a drink” he offered. He sat the glasses down and carefully poured them both, his a little more full than yours.

A slight smirk across his face as he saw how enticed you were by him. He was well aware of how great he looked.

He didn’t even dress up and he looked like a meal, he was confident of that. He was just as enchanted by your beauty. He wanted your body from head to toe.

“I contacted you because I feel like I can trust you, ya know to make this a regular thing.” He stated. You bit your lip, thinking about it. “Nothing serious,” he added, “just casual sex. Seeing as you didn’t expose me for the club before.”

He was right. It never even crossed your mind to expose him (cuz what would you gain). You didn’t think he would ever contact you, and you certainly didn’t think it was even his real phone number.

Before you could respond, Hoseok laid you back and pinned you to the couch with a wink. His hands slowly making their way up your thighs and past the hem of your dress.

“What do you say?” He asked, gently kissing your neck. You whimpered softly, his kiss and touch was so intoxicating. You bit your lip, feeling him press against you, lightly grinding.

“Good girl.” He said against your skin, as he gently nibbled. You met his grinds carefully. “Hobi I-“ you started but he cut you off. “Daddy.” Hoseok corrected.

You giggled softly rolling your eyes. “Daddy….hooking up with you the first time was fun; but if you want more you should try wooing me a bit. I’m not gonna casually jump your bones just because you’re, you.” You said.

Hoseok sat up a bit, looking you in the eye. You kissed his lips, before sitting up and fixing your clothes. You winked at him. “Call me when you’re up for that.” You said.

Being honest with yourself you’d jump his bones right then and there; but you had to play hard to get. You made your way you of his house. By the time you got into a cab, you got a call from Hoseok. “What would wow you.” His voice seemed heavy and deep.

Hoseok has watched you leave, you denying him turned him on so much. He knew this was gonna be fun. So he decided to play your game; but he had his own games to play.

“Take me out on an actual date, where you wear more than just the tee you woke up in. That would be a start.” You said. You heard him chuckle on the other end. “So you noticed that much.” He said. “Of course I noticed. You dress better at airports.” You teased.

The other side was silent for a moment. “Deal. I’ll take you out next week.”

You smirked, “I’ll make sure to wear something sexy.” You cooed. A low chuckle came through the other end of the phone. “I’ll send you something nice, wear that for daddy okay.” He said.

“See you later.” You said, as the cab slowly came to a stop. “Goodnight baby girl.” He said.

“Goodnight Hoseok.” You said. He hitched his breath but didn’t say anything. You both just hung up. Only a day later a package arrived. A big box wrapped in a hold bow. You carefully unwrapped the packaging. There was a powder pink baby doll, a matching thong, and a new perfume, and covered in rose petals.

You picked it up out of the box, the rose petals falling to the floor. You went to your room and tried them on, starting in the mirror. Hoseok had picked something so pretty.

You smirked, grabbing your phone and taking a few “cute” pictures and sent them to Hoseok.

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           Daddy: fuck, are you really gonna make me wait until Friday?

You giggled lightly, as you put on your robe.

            You: I just wanted to show you that I got, and appreciate your gift.

You’d been teasing him, the past few days. More for your own benefit. You were actively losing your own game. Hoseok would FaceTime with you every night, working on the wooing, you had to use everything in your being to stop yourself from asking him to come over. Every night he’d call you, usually shirtless and glowing like a god. He’d flirt and tell you how sexy you looked (even though you were just wearing a t-shirt).

It was driving you wild, so you pushed back. You liked to drop pictures to remind him of the date to come.

               Daddy: can I bring you dinner tonight?

                               You: you’re always welcome. But you’re not getting in my panties any earlier.

                  Daddy: hahaha I’m almost outside with pizza and beer. So you should put some clothes on so I’m not tempted.

You quickly got up. You carefully took off the lingerie and placed them back in the box. You put on a pair of cute panties, sweat pants and a hoodie with no shirt or bra (because you might as well be comfortable).

As you got a pair of socks on, your doorbell rang. You quickly went to answer it. Hoseok stood there, in his pjs, holding a box of pizza, beer, and a bag of snacks. He came in and kissed your forehead.

“I hope you’re hungry.” He said as he walked past you. You followed him to the living room, after carefully shutting the door. “I’m starving. Thanks for bringing me food.” You smiled.

With a cheerful smile he sat down. “We can watch a movie right?” He asked.

You nodded slightly, disappearing into the room and grabbing a blanket and some pillows. You sat down right next him, wrapping yourself up. He opened up two beers and the pizza and started chowing down. You scrolled through Netflix and found a horror film, just to see him protest.

“Ya, you know I hate that stuff.” He said.

“Come On it’ll be fun, Hobi. ” you blinked innocently. Hoseok rolled his eyes and continued eating.

Most of the movie was spent with you cracking up over scared hoseok and covering his eyes on the really scary parts. After it finished you sat talking and drinking the remainers of the beers.

“Why did you come to korea,” he started, “isn't it really tough being here?”

“I love teaching.” you answered. Hoseok casually played with your fingers. “You’re relaxing to hang out with.” he admitted. You smiled softly, watching as the man gently kissed your hand.

You kissed his forehead. “I’m glad you feel comfortable around me.” you stated. Hoseok laid between you legs. You talked until early in the morning and fell asleep.you woke up the next day and he was gone. You noticed he had you wrapped up, and had cleaned up all the trash.

You read a message on your phone, from Hoseok.

           Daddy: Early morning practice. I’ll see you tomorrow for wooing

You laughed at sat your phone down. Getting ready for work, all you could think of was tomorrow. All day at work you could barely focus on your job.

“You seem really distracted today.” Your co-teacher, charlie, started as he handed you a mug of coffee. You smiled softly. “I have a date.” You said, trying not to give to much up.

He leaned in with interest. “So you like someone?” He raised an eyebrow. You giggled and covered your face.

“I don’t know if I like him; but he’s really cool, nice, funny, and sweet.” You said.

“Yeah that’s all nice but is he hot?” One of your other co-workers said as she sat down beside you and started eating her lunch. You nodded, “smoking. Never seen anyone as hot.”

They both oohed and awed. They pushed you for more information; but you quickly changed the subject. How could you tell them you were seeing Hoseok? It’s not even believable. You could still barely believe it. Like you’d wake up and find out you dreamed the whole damn thing.

When you got home you decided to treat yourself to a spa day, so your skin would glow the next day.

It started by running a bath, bubbles and a bath bomb. You lit candles and poured wine. You laid in the warm water and relaxed. It was so soothing. Honestly, you were so worried lately. The thought of Hoseok worried you. Like this was all too good to be true.

You tried to push it as far from your mind as possible. You sunk into the warmth of your water, and ordered some food, trying to find something kind of healthy.

(You chose to order veggie pizza and chicken).

You sipped your wine carefully playing with the bubbles.

You had only fallen asleep when you heard your doorbell. You looked at your phone. The tracker said your pizza wouldn’t arrive for at least 30 mins. You got out of the bath, wrapping your robe around you and tying it at your waist.

You peaked through the peep hole. You could only see a bit of a shoulder and bright red hair. You blinked a couple times. Who could this even be?

You grabbed an umbrella from your hall closet and carefully unlocked the door.

As you opened the door Hoseok, seemingly drunk, stumbled forward and fell into your arms. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tightly.

You put down the umbrella and shook him trying to get his attention.

“Hoseok what are you doing here?” You asked holding on to him so he wouldn’t fall. He mumbled something about having drinks near here.

“Come On I’ll get you some water.” You said. You lead him to the living room and laid him on the couch. He held onto you, pulling you down with him.

With a serious face, he looked you deep in your eyes.

“Why’d you drink so much?” You asked him, a bit nervous under his gaze, “our date is tomorrow remember?”

He sighed (the smell of alcohol invading your space)

“I needed to stop thinking for a bit. ” He said, his words only slurred a bit.

“Thinking about what?” You asked, trying to sit up. He held you back and turned over cuddling you.

“You.” He admitted, carefully laying his head between your breasts.

You smiled softly, rubbing his back and intertwining your legs with his.

“Is thinking about me so bad you needed to get drunk?” You teased the drunk man.

He chuckled lightly. “I feel sorry towards you.” He confesssd.

“Why?” You said running your hands through his hair.

A moment passed before he said anything.

“You like me don’t you?” He said looking up at you.

You nodded with a bit of a shrug.

He put his head down again.

“Is that bad?”You asked.

He sighed once more. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Why would you hurt me Hoseok?”

“Because I’m using you.” He said

“How are you using me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Again there was a long moment of silence. You thought he had fallen asleep, so you closed your eyes. You figured he was just drunk.

“At first I just wanted to hook up, in the club. I just broke up with my ex. I wanted to forget that. She left me because she said I worked too much,” he laughed, “I contacted you again; because I just wanted to be seen together a few times, so she could be jealous. Then you asked for the date and I took the offer on impulse.”

You froze up listening to his drunken confession. You didn’t say a word.  You listened to him ranting about how sorry he was towards you with out moving an inch. Before you knew it he had fallen asleep.

After a few minutes you slipped from under him and went your room.

He had hurt you.

You laid in bed. You didn’t remember falling asleep but you remembered waking up to the sound of Hoseok knocking on your door. You rolled over debating whether you should answer it or not. But you wanted an explanation for what he’d said.

You got up and cracked the door open. He looked at you with bright eyes, as you opened the door more.  

He kissed your forehead.

“Thanks for taking me in while I was drunk.” He beamed.

You nodded, looking up at him. You could feel the tears forming in your eyes. But you could tell he didn’t see them.

“If you get dressed we can spend the day together before our date.” He smiled

“Hoseok, don’t you remember what you said last night?” You asked

He tilted his head curiously as if to say no.

You shook your head, biting back tears. “You came all the way here last night to tell me you didn’t want to hurt me, then crushed me.” You said.

He looked worried. “Baby girl I’m sorry. What did I say to you?”

You pushed him towards the door. “Please leave. You should have been honest from the beginning. Find someone else to help you make your ex jealous.”

When you got him out you locked your door. You tuned out his knocking and went back to your bedroom. After a while the knocking stopped.

You sulked for a few days. You didn’t hurt as much because you liked him (you did like Hoseok a lot); more because you didn’t follow your gut. You thought over and over that him being interested in you was too good to be true. You still allowed yourself to like him.

Not in the way you admired him before. Actual feelings and you felt like a complete idiot.

    You locked up in your apartment sulking for two days. You forwarded his calls but that didn’t stop him. You didn’t text him back but he sent you one every hour, asking you to talk to him for just a moment. In two days you went through two bottles of wine. As you emptied the last bottle, you were feeling buzzed. You decided you didn’t want to stop there.

You grabbed your phone, rolling your eyes at the 50 messages from Hoseok.

You pulled up the group chat you were in with the other foreign teachers, you all lived in the same building. Three of the teachers that were from America. Sydney, from LA, she taught at the same school as you. Henry, he was from New York, he and Sydney had a major thing going on they thought no one knew about. Then there was Miguel, he was from DC. If you were being honest with yourself, he flirted with you  and you didn’t give him much thought, you were stuck on Hoseok.

Miguel was hot. Curly brown hair, thick lips, golden brown skin, tall, and with a great body. He was boring as hell; but you didn’t think about that, in your buzzed state. You just thought about how he could take Hoseok off your mind for one night.

You messaged the group chat. Telling you had pre-games and wanted to hit some clubs.

As soon as Sydney agreed so did Henry. After a few minutes Miguel said he was in with a wink. They agreed to meet at your house for shots in an hour.

You got up and cleaned up a bit. You took a quick shower, and rubbed your body oils and lotions on yourself. You let them marinate while you braided your hair back, in two big braids, and highlighted it with hair jewelry. It was cute and simple and only took a few minutes.

A Smokey eye and a bright red lip. The red highlighted your beautiful thick lips.

You slipped on a pair of fishnet tights, a pair of tight black shorts (that made your ass look bomb as fuck), a black silk/satin bodice, a leather jacket, Versace stiletto boots, round red tinted sunglasses, and a Gucci bag. Oh yeah. You came to kill. You were getting laid tonight.

By the time you finished getting dressed Sydney had let herself into your apartment.

“Wooo girl who are you trying to impress tonight.”she questioned.  You shrugged with a giggle, no one in particular.

You went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of vodka. You poured two shots and you both downed them.

“Wait wasn’t your date today? With the mystery boy that we hear coming into the building at 3 am?” Sydney teased.

You took another shot and shook your head. “Nah I don’t want to talk about him. He was a flop.” You chuckled.

She shook her head pouring two more shots. “Well girl has fun tonight.”

You both toasted your glasses and you leaned your head back swallowing it in one shot.

Before too long the boys entered together.

“Aye!! Y’all started without us??” Henry said coming into the house loudly.

You laughed, very drunkenly and stumbled to the cabinet and grabbed two more glasses and poured them drinks, spilling too much on your counter. You felt a hand on the small of your back as you poured out four.

Miguel took both shots and took his and yours. “Since you’re already pretty wasted I’ll just take these.” He winked and smiled.

You smiled turning around to him. Miguel towered over you.

You looked into his eyes and lifted the bottle up lips and drank. He chuckled lightly and leaned down to whisper into your ear.

“I’ve missed you lately.” His hands were on your hips.

You smirked lightly, and handed him the bottle.

You slipped past him, and took the hand of Sydney who was sitting on Henry’s lap. You pulled her off and headed for the door.

“Let’s go boys.” You giggled.

You got into the club and Miguel was all over you. He had separated you from the others who were heading to the bar for drinks. He pulled you to the dance floor.

In a haze you ground against him. Your ass grinding in slow whining on him to the fast music. His hands were on your hip, and his face was in your neck, kissing and nibbling, probably leaving a hickey.

Two songs passed and you two hadn’t separated.

You held a drink in your hands and you arched your back, throwing it back on him.

Before the song ended you felt yourself getting ripped away from him. You opened your eyes as you collided with a solid body, that was pulling you towards him.

You looked up to see Hoseok.

He looked down at you angrily, he held onto your arm tightly.

He didn’t say anything; but he was obviously angry.

You looked back at Miguel who was also angry. He pulled at your other arm, making you spill what was left of your drink all over him.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Miguel yelled.

“I need to talk to her.” Hoseok said. You watched as Hoseok called two big men over. Miguel dropped your hand and backed away with his hands in the air. You scoffed. What a coward.

Hoseok pulled you along and of the club.

He pushed you into a car, even though you fought him the entire time.

“Let me out!” You screamed.

Hoseok was obviously drunk also, he wasn’t doing much to keep you back; but it was enough to keep you in the car.

You teared up. Who did he think he was?

“Hoseok let me out please! I don’t want to go anywhere with you. I don’t even want to talk to you!” You said

“Shhh let me at least take you home.” He said putting his hand on your cheek.

“Maybe I don’t want to go home!”  You yelled.

“You’re obviously drunk. Where you gonna fuck that guy? Were you even thinking??” He yelled back.

You cowered down a bit at his booming voice. “Maybe I was!” You said, your voice still oozing with anger.

He scoffed and grabbed the seat belt and buckled you up.

“You’re going home!” He said, in a tone you couldn’t argue with.

The driver started.

Before you got to your apartment you had fallen asleep.

You woke up to Hoseok carrying you into your building. When you got to your door, you carefully got down.

Having sobered up some you felt so embarrassed. You grabbed your key and walked in. Hosoek followed closely behind so you couldn’t lock him out.

You sat down at the door, taking off your shoes. “Thanks for the ride home.” You mumbled softly, getting up and stripping from your jacket. Hosoek didn’t say anything, he watched you as you headed for the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water.

You drank it all at once and sat down on the couch curled up.

Hoseok came and sat down beside you.

“Do you want to know why I was so upset by what I told you that I had to drink?” He asked. You leaned your head back. “Hoseok if you’re just gonna lie to me again save it. Go get some other girl’s pants and use her for your games.” You said.

“Shut up and listen for a minute.” He said, glaring at you.

You glared back.

“I was upset because I was supposed to not see you again after I got a few pictures. I was supposed to dump you and not look back.” He started.

“Wow thanks Hoseok, that really cleared things up.” You said.

He glared at you once more.

“Y/n. I can’t get over you that easily. In the short time we spent together I had already fallen.” He looked at you.

You shut your eyes as tears swelled up.

“Why didn’t you tell me the truth from the beginning? Why when I was I was allowing myself to like you?” You said choked up.

You felt his hand on your cheek, wiping your tears away.

“Baby girl I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. I just didn’t know how to say it.” He said.

He then pressed his lips firmly to your.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, melting into the kiss.

“Hoseok, I like you so much, and you used me.” You mumbled against his lips.

He kissed you again, passionately. “Please give me one more chance.” He begged.

You didn’t answer him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.  

Hoseok positioned himself between your legs. His hands running gently up and down your thighs. His tongue exploring your mouth. You moaned softly into the kiss.

As you pulled away for air, you reached behind yourself and unzipped your top.

Hoseok bit his lip in response, not taking his eyes off you. When your top was off Hoseok carefully kissed you bare chest. His tongue swirled around one of your nipples  as he rolled the other between his fingertips, pulling and tugging lightly.

You moaned you, grinding against him, leaning your head back. Hosoek’s free hand worked on separating you from your shorts and tights. You lifted your hips, helping him to slide them right off your body.

He kissed down your body, and across your pantie line he licked. You bit your lip, rolling your hips up in response. Hoseok growled with approval, as he slid off the red lace.

He spread your legs, nibbling your thigh lightly. You moaned, reaching down and rubbing your clit slowly. Hosoek watched intently as you fingers slid between the lips of your pussy. You moaned, running your fingers through his hair as your other fingers slipped into yourself.

Hoseok watched you slowly finger yourself. Your juiced dripping off your fingers.

“Daddy fuck me please?” You moaned, practically begging for it.

Hoseok sat up, freeing himself from his pants and boxers.

He watched as your fingers moved faster, pumping in out of your hole. He stroked himself slowly.

You arched your back, whining and begging him to fuck you; but he only watched. You got louder as you neared your orgasm,him watching you as you fucked yourself was making you move your fingers faster.Your body shuttered. The waves washed over you.

As you rode out the high of your orgasm, Hoseok lifted your legs up, pushing them to your chest. Without warning he quickly thrusted his full length inside you.

You moaned out loudly, gripping his shoulders tightly as his body pressed against yours.

You arched, allowing him a better angle as he pounded into your pussy. Each thrust hit your g-spot with force.

You threw your head back. Hosoek held your legs to your chest, kissing you deeply but not letting up a bit.

His cock felt so good. It was like being high. Pure Euphoria.

You felt your was clenching around him. Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm washed over you.

Hoseok followed soon after. He let your legs down.

Holding you, as your body shook from your orgasm. He placed gently kissed down your neck.

He wrapped his arms around you. Even though you were both sweaty and sticky you hugged him back.

After a few moments of silence, Hoseok kissed your forehead. “Thank you for a second chance.”

You nodded softly. “You lie to me like that again, I’m losing your number.” You both laughed.

[themagicnut-blog]

Chapter 1: The beginning of the end of myself...

Shitty title, right? There's really no other way to describe it. Some people just suck the life right out of you. Damn life suckers. But what you allow is what will continue, so I can't lay all the blame on him. But I can say that I lost myself. He beat me down to a point where I felt worthless, lower than the dirt beneath his square toed boots (that I bought, of course.) LADIES: KNOW YOU'RE FRICKEN WORTH. Never let a man get into your head and make you believe that you are anything less than incredible. Now let's take a moment and travel back in time a few years so that you can understand what circumstances lead to me meeting the "life sucker": October 2015 Picture this: Broken hearted 22 year old that just got out of a long relationship with someone she "thought" was her "forever." And of course, being young and dumb and thinking I was in love...how do we handle those situations? Excessive amounts of booze! Because of course getting drunk solves everything, right? Hahaha. No. So I'm in the bar that was my normal hangout, you know like Cheers..."I wanna go where everybody knows your name.." But seriously, that was my lifestyle. Bar fly, karaoke star, the "girl with the freckles and cute dimples" as the owner referred to me. The owner's were throwing a "going away" party because they had sold the bar. The bar where I had met the guy I thought was my "forever." So of course I decided hey, lets get trashed because you know you're gonna end up seeing him tonight. Why not be a drunken mess when ya do! Bad idea. (Also, side note, rebounds don't work and it's not exactly attractive to be a blubbering mess to the new guy you're seeing to fill the void...) Ex shows up, new boy toy gets pissed that you're upset, causes a scene and hauls ass. NOW IT'S PARTY TIME. I mean, why not? Right? I ended up leaving that bar, and travelled my happy, intoxicated ass down to another bar down the road that my bestfriend Uncle Kitty was a bouncer at. Figured the short drive wouldn't be too bad, and I could sit there until he was off work and he would take my drunken self to Denny's afterwards to sober up a bit before I attempted the 20 minute drive back to my house.

And that's where I met him. (I know, I know, stay away from guys you meet at a bar.) No, it wasn't love at first sight. But damn was he gorgeous! Imagine it ladies, 6'0" tall, about 180lbs with a muscular build, gorgeous hazel/green eyes, tan skin, wrangler booty, nice smile, and just a little bit of scruff...mmm mmm mmm. Of course I HAD to get the 411 on him from Uncle Kitty. Apparently it was his first night bouncing, and as far as he knew, the new guy was single. Now let me remind you that at this point, I'm still drunk. I've ran into my ex, I've called it quits with the new boy toy that just showed his ass at my home town bar, and now this gorgeous man is standing in front of me.

"Hey, you're cute...what's your name?"

**Real names will not be used to protect the innocent**

So he tells me his name (for the stories purpose, well call him..I dunno...George) we talk a little bit, flirt a lot a bit, and I invite him out for breakfast with Uncle Kitty and I. (It's now around 3 a.m...)

And he turns me down! Wow. Okay. "I'm not much of a breakfast eater.." he says. Well, that's cool you can still come hangout. Dick. "We'll I've gotta be up in a bit to catch my sons football game."

Crap. He has kids. I know that sounds awful, but I was heartless. I didn't like kids, never wanted any of my own, wouldn't date a guy with kids. But he was cute, and the short conversation alone had everything about him hitting me like an effin' semi truck! So we said our good nights, I went my way, he went his. Fast forward to 2 weeks later. Same bar, same drunken girl, same gorgeous bouncer, getting denied for breakfast AGAIN. But hey, he asked for my number this time! *insert annoying excited shriek here*

So we start texting, we start talking on the phone, we start hanging out a little bit and spend some time learning about each other. 2 kids, possible 1 on the way that he doesn't believe is his (but hey, he's being upfront and honest about it, right? and it's not like I have intentions of this going anywhere...) and this is where I f***ed up...What do young people who don't want relationships but totally have chemistry do? They lay out rules, and shake hands in the bar parking lot agreeing to be f*** buddies. Nothing more, nothing less. And they seal it with an intense kiss.

Rule 1: You don't sleep with anyone else. (For safety reasons) Rule 2: If either of us call, we drop what were doing to meet up with the other for some fun. Rule 3: If either starts to catch feelings, it ends immediately.

Hahaha, that lasted all of like 4 days. We became inseparable. He consumed my every thought. We spent every night together, almost every day together once we'd get out of work. Gosh, could he make me smile. But I mean, if you were to see him (especially without a shirt on) you'd be smiling like an idiot too.

And things were perfect! Anyone that looked at us thought we were in love. And the first I love you didn't take long to pour out of his mouth. That should've been the first red flag. But we got along great, the sex was phenomenal, we always had a blast when we were together, and again...that man could make me laugh. (We all know that makes a man like 100x more attractive.)

Like everyone else, you sometimes get emotional and open up when your drunk. And George had some demons, and sometimes it doesn't take much to trigger bad memories...but 4 years in the military and losing buddies over seas can do that to you. ***Remember this for later...it's important***

And then it happened..

[psicygni]

It's 2022 in the Another Shot universe. What are McCoy, and Harold (ok, fine, Spock) and Jim and Nyota up to? :)

OH GOSH are you truly ready, my friend??

(for you kids in the back who want to follow along, read it here!)

Post that phone call at the end (spoiler alert, they talked for 2 hours up until the flight attendant was leaning over McCoy telling him to shut his damn phone off, sir, thank you (whatever, the fact he and spock were still talking helped him forget he was about to fly in the air) (spock was freezing in that park and both wanted to die and also to never hang up)), they had a very tenuous and sassy relationship of snark-filled texts that came in waves of either a bunch in the course of a single day or nothing for a week… a week they each spent convinced the other one had grown bored, moved on, met someone, etc etc, with lots of checking their phone even though they knew nothing was there, and forlornly scrolling back through previous texts and attempting to figure out a suitably casual message to send that properly conveyed: I want to spend my entire day talking to you but I don’t actually want you to know that.

McCoy is utterly sure Spock is banging several dozen dudes (he’s not).  Spock is utterly sure McCoy has found someone - anyone - better than him and as is only reasonable, has moved on to fairer pastures (he hasn’t).  Both of them are entirely frustrated they can’t even begin to forget about the handful of hours they spent together over the course of two days and torture themselves by continuing to keep in contact instead of cutting ties like they tell themselves they should.  Do they talk on the phone?  Maybe.  If they do, do their conversations last for hours? Definitely.  Is it more intensely personal than most conversations they have with anyone else in their life? You bet your butt it is.  Does it happen often?  Not nearly as often as either of them would be down for.  Is the entire conversation 90% sarcasm? 99% would be more accurate.

Queue: McCoy moving to SF, as we all knew he would.  Things that happen include:

Waiting until awkwardly the last minute to let Spock know he’s heading out there

Interviewing for jobs during which Spock attempts (and fails) to not ogle McCoy in a suit

They have no idea where they stand with each other and solve their feelings of discomfort by both being enormous assholes who throw lingering stares across the room

McCoy finds a job.  Then, he finds a place to live (let’s have him staying with Jim for the interim because he’s not quite able to ask Spock if he can bang his brains out crash with him).  He’s convinced himself that Spock is definitely getting some on the reg. and doesn’t want McCoy in the picture.  Spock’s sure that if McCoy wanted anything with him, he’d have said literally anything to indicate that.

(In the meantime while they are busy getting in their own way, things that occur are 1) Spock finds out McCoy is not just a doctor but he’s a Doctor and kind of a Big Deal in the medicine world (which I know nothing about so just nod along with me here) and hospitals are falling over themselves to have him which makes everything so much worse for Spock because um, can you say hot single doctor?? 2) McCoy finds out that everyone joking about Spock being a genius is not a joke at all and is uncomfortable in the pants region every time Spock starts talking, 3) they spend an Unfortunate Amount of Time together because both are determined to be absolutely and utterly casual and are both winning their private game of caring less and what better way to do that than be absolutely blasé that the other one is hanging around).

And then, of course, their carefully constructed ~thing~ crashes and burns and if it’s weird I have so many head canons for my own story I don’t want to know it, because the thing that happens is: innocuous hang out of the entire gang at McCoy’s (are they helping him move? New couch? Something like that? Maybe.), Jim orders pizza, filches Spock’s wallet to pay for it, and of course doesn’t hand it back, so several hours later, the scene is: mccoy finding spocko’s wallet, Spock elsewhere in the city patting his pockets and very logically cursing Jim Kirk, and McCoy texting him to come back and get it ONLY TO REALIZE that he could have just dropped it at the cafe in the morning, and Spock literally jetting back across the city slowly realizing the same thing. Spock protests he didn’t mean to leave it behind. McCoy is too busy trying to be super casual about the fact that they’re actually alone. together. in private. 

They talk. They snark. They flirt. They bang. The end. 

Just kidding, defo not the end. They have a several month adventure in poor communication but excellent sex, in which they spend copious amounts of time together but never quite manage to talk about what they’re really doing even though clearly, to anyone except these two dumb butts, they’re in love and dating. There are late night talks, early morning talks, half living out of each other’s apartments, shared food in fridges, fights about who gets the left over take out food, Spock making coffee for mccoy at all hour of the night and day due to his complicated work schedule at the hospital, mccoy bumming around the cafe waiting for Spock to get off work finally, cooking together, stealing each other’s socks, and mccoy declaring Spock had better get a bigger couch because seriously Spock, find somewhere for your knee to be that isn’t jabbing into my knee. 

And then at some point they get over themselves.  How?  Unclear.  Possibilities include

A discussion about condom use, STIs, and if you’re not bumping uglies with anyone else, and if I’m not… then we could get tested… and stop using condoms… and if we continued to not take any rolls in the hay with anyone other than each other we could continue to not use condoms… and then it’d be like we’re exclusive… and committed… right. k. logical, probably.

Spock gets hit by a car.  I don’t know why I have to be so dramatic about everything.  But, still.  McCoy working in the ER.  Spock biking around the city to his heart’s content.  It’s such prime fodder for someone bursting in (chapel, let’s be real, it’s chapel) and yelling ‘mccoy your boyfriend’s here!’ and he’s all ‘hahah i don’t have a boyfriend! that guy? who i kind of love? he’s not, gosh, he’s not my boyfriend, we only are practically living together hahaha what no, no no no’ and then 180s it when he realizes it’s actual Spock and there’s obviously an entire hurt/comfort fic in here and McCoy is Distraught at the thought of losing Spock and Spock is like oh my god I’m fine ok sure let’s hug oh ok this is nice

Then, they finally really date.  

They have one terrible fight in which McCoy is on Spock’s case to get a Real Job because he could do literally anything with that brain of his and pouring coffee? Really? Which sounds an unfortunate amount like Sarek and Spock is like wow, you’re a huge asshole which only confirms mccoy’s greatest fear that anything good in his life he’ll end up ruining, while meanwhile Spock managed to not hear McCoy wishing the best for him and all he can get out of his life, but that McCoy doesn’t think he’s good enough.  There’s an awful spell of time in which they are on the outs and are sure the other is about to break up with them - or worse, they should be the one to end it because the other can do so much better - only to have a sassy and tearful reunion.

And then they move in together and it’s the first place that’s felt like home for either of them in approximately forever and they buy a fantastic mattress after spending three weeks arguing about which one to get, the actual end, goodbye.

Jim and Nyota are in love.  Except Jim is the only one who can admit it to himself.  Nyota is still trying to sort out that stomach thing she gets around him and is Horrified that it might be what she thinks it is.  They spend entirely too much time together cause their best friends are constantly making out with each other’s faces.  Nyota knows Jim is into her and is slowly realizing that maybe, just maybe, if she doesn’t come around to the idea of him and her, he’s not going to stick around forever waiting, so her life is edging precipitously closer to a reality in which she actually does something about Jim Kirk and she’s terrified and exasperated at the fact that of literally anyone she could be with, her dumb boss is the only one she could possibly see herself with and both hates that fact and is learning to be ok with it.

Demora works at the cafe all through high school.  She’s constantly mortified by the antics of the grownups around her.

The actual end.  

[the-last-centurion]

Honestly not worth your time reading, just talking to myself here.

I realized I haven’t posted the conclusion of my magical date week, nor have I updated about what happened after I left for school. So imma give a run-down of that week and now.  One more reminder that these posts are purely for me to look back on; I don’t mind others reading but know that I’m tailoring this post (and all posts in this tag) for future me. Also this week was perfect so I’m writing down as many details as I can remember.

Last time I posted I had just gone on my first date to the zoo on Monday. The next morning I drove him to work cuz it was on my way to my friend’s house and his car was in the shop. On the way there, he grabbed my hand, kissed it, and out of the blue said “Last night I had my first dream in years.” I died.

The next day we went to Filoli Gardens, then got lunch by that bookstore in Palo Alto, and went back to my house to watch more movies. We watched one all the way through, then tried to watch Anastasia, but started making out and put the movie on an indefinite hold while we meandered into my bedroom. He was generous to me, but before I could return the favor we heard the door open so we quickly made ourselves decent. I walked out of my room, but right as I opened my door I heard the front door shut and lock.... sorry Dad. Then I realized I was late for babysitting so I rushed him home and ran over to pick up the kid. We never finished Anastasia. 

I didn’t see him Thursday, and Friday we went to Pier 39, got lunch at a pizza place overlooking the water, went in an infinity mirror maze, and I took him to Mitchell’s Ice Cream on the way home. That day was when we started realizing that we seemed to have a lot of luck when we were together. There was never any traffic, and on the way to Mitchell’s I was like “There is never any parking here, we’ll probably have to drive around for 30 mins looking for a spot.” Lo and behold there was a spot open literally right in front of the store. “There’s always a huge line for ice cream, we have to take a number,” I said. But alas there were only like 5 people ahead of us, so the wait was very short (and we sat on a bench and kinda like publically-oriented cuddled while we waited). Then, we got our ice cream and were waiting to pay but nobody every helped us, until a guy comes up to us and says “I think they had me pay for yours too, enjoy!” We tried to pay him back but he just said have a wonderful day and left. We ended up joking that all this luck was due to the necklace he was wearing, and he wore it every day after that. On the car ride home we talked about our romantic histories and got everything out in the open, which was really nice. Then we watched Lilo and Stitch (he kept doing his really good Stitch impersonation), and then Prince of Egypt. Between movies we walked down to the Chinese place near my house and got takeout, and made rice at home cuz we forgot rice. It was so nice just cuddling up with him and watching movies :)

Saturday it was 5 billion degrees outside, so he came over later in the day and he taught me how to play Civ. We were going to go to a drive-in movie (hence the late start to the day), but we decided it was too hot so we went to the old Stanford Theater instead and saw Casablanca. Before that we got dinner at Asian Box, and then gelato at my favorite gelato place in Palo Alto. After the movie we went back to my dad’s house and played more Civ until late in my bunk bed, and that turned into doing other things quietly so as to not wake my dad in the other room (lol). 

Sunday I got lunch with my dad first, and then picked up Koren for the drive-in movie. We stopped by my dad’s to pick up lawn chairs, then got take-out Korean BBQ in RWC before going to Safeway for snacks and finally driving down. We were running a bit late, but, keeping with our good luck, there was no traffic on the way, very little line going in, and it happened to be free movie day so the double-feature was completely free. Also, the night before that we were originally going to go to had kinda shitty movies, but this night happened to be a double-feature of Spider-Man Homecoming and Guardians of the Galaxy 2. We found a fantastic spot, ate our dinner in the car, and put our lawn chairs out for the movie. Again our luck held as we happened to park right in front of a car with loud external speakers, so they played the audio for us to hear so we didn’t have to use my car’s stereo. During the movie we put our lawn chairs next to each other and held hands. After the first movie, we packed up the chairs and moved my seats forward so we could sit in the back seat together. We kissed a bit and I ended up cuddling with him the whole movie, sometimes just laying on his lap and we would stare at each other instead of watching the movie. It was really nice, but a little sad knowing that the next day was our last. 

Monday I picked him up around 10:30 (the usual time for us), and this time we went to my dad’s house for a little bit, and then went to my mom’s. We played Civ for a bit, and then went into my sister’s room and slightly attempted to have sex but neither of us knew what we were doing so we ended up not. We chose that time to talk about the future, and decided to keep talking but not be official cuz long-distance. We went back out into the living room and played Civ as we waited for my mom to come back from work at 5, but then it became 7 and she still wasn’t home so we stopped thinking she was coming home anytime soon. We cuddled for awhile on the couch first, then got handsy, and then I started giving him head but we were both still kinda unsure about when my mom was coming home, and of course then we hear the door unlock so we quickly cover up, he throws my bra under a pillow, and my mom comes in probably knowing she walked in on something but with no evidence so that’s something at least haha. She needed help getting a big thing of dog food out of the car, so he went and helped her while I ran into the bathroom and put my bra back on, hoping she didn’t notice. Then we all had dinner together pretending like nothing happened hahaha. After dinner we went to my dad’s for me to pack for leaving the next day, and I drove him home. To procrastinate leaving, we drove around looking for an open McDonald’s for ice cream, and the only one we found had a ton of police out front so we ended up getting a milkshake somewhere else. We sat and ate and talked in a Target parking lot, then I finally drove him home. As we were saying goodbye, he said he has something for me and he’ll be right back and that he’s leaving his back as insurance. He came back, said some nice stuff to me, and grabbed my hand and put something inside of it. I opened my hand and it was the poop emoji I kept trying to steal when we first started flirting at camp. We kissed each other goodbye and I drove home crying (first time crying over a boy woo). 

Since then, we’ve been talking pretty much every day. We don’t have too exciting of text conversations, but we Skype every so often and play Civ against each other. It’s been getting to the point where I’m almost always the one to start the text conversations, but I’m trying to not look too much into that and just let whatever happens happen. I’m coming home for a football game at Stanford in November, and he said he’d try to visit that weekend. Idk, I know this is dumb cuz we’re so long-distance, didn’t really date for a decent amount of time, and even when I’m home he still lives 3 hours away, but hey I like talking to him so I’m just gonna keep it up. Plus having brief text conversations every day or two takes very little effort, and there’s nobody else I’d possibly date, so I don’t feel like I’m making any sacrifice. I know he likes me a lot (or at least he used to), but I’m still slightly insecure that now that we’re not with each other all the time he’s getting bored of me. Granted the only reason I have this fear is cuz he usually doesn’t text first, but I also know he has this fear too even when I constantly reassure him I like talking to him, so I’m not too worried. And whenever we do Skype or whatever he seems to like talking to me. Idk, I’m trying to put as little pressure on this as possible and be happy wherever it goes. He always says he loves how “chill” me and my family are, since his family is so not, so I think he probably still overthinks everything. Oh well, live and let live. 

[crazymonkeyboy95]

Gay ask game

1. describe your idea of a perfect date

Anywhere with my man. I like simple dates and big dates, however, a nice movie night with a bunch of covers, pillows, junk food, and naked cuddling is my idea of a good night. Best date I’ve ever had though, was a reservation dinner at an Italian restaurant with my amazing man.

2. whats your “type”

Hmmmm. I don’t really have one I suppose. I’m a Twink, but I could care less about a type. The man I’m with now is amazing and we are almost the perfect match, so he’s my type. hehehe

3. do you want kids?

I very much do, so that I can give them the environment I never got. I want my future children to be happy, and to know that their Daddies love them very much. 1-2 is probably enough for me as a brother of 3 lol.

4. if you do, will you adopt or use some other form of child birth?

That’s a good question. I like the idea of adopting, because I’d be helping make a child’s life better, but I’d also like to use my semen and a surrogate to have my own as well.

5. describe the cutest date you’ve ever been on

Again, the Italian restaurant. It was cute, but just amazing in general. Something I’ll never forget. <3

6. describe your experience having sex for the first time (were you nervous? or was it easy peasy?)

Well, I can count on one hand the sexual encounters I’ve had (that is the ones that don’t include my babe hahaha), and they were always awkward for me. The first time I topped, it was rushed, awkward, and meh at best. That was the first and last time I did it for 4 years, but once I found my babe, its all been different. He took time to love me and heal me first, so that made me want to have sex with him. Plus, we are very into each other sexually. We do things with each other we wouldn’t do with anyone else, and I like that. Plus he makes me feel super comfortable, which never happened before, so I’m so thankful for that. My sex life has never been better!

7. are you a morning time gay or night time gay?

Both really, it depends. But much more a night time type of guy.

8. opinion on nap dates?

Well first off I believe most people don’t sleep enough anyway, saying “I’ll sleep when I’m dead”, but I’m the opposite. I like to be well rested to enjoy whtever my day holds.With that in mind, Nap dates are fun, and I could stay in bed all day and cuddle/sleep with my man and be happy, so I’m cool with it.

9. opinion on brown eyes?

My Daddy has brown eyes, and I think they are beautiful. Even though he says they're “just brown”, to me, they are one of my favorite things about him. He seriously has beautiful eyes.

10. dog gay or cat gay?

Both, but I form more emotional connections with cats than I do dogs. I had a beautiful orange cat that ran off after a female, and I still miss him so much.

11. would you ever date someone who owned rodents or reptiles?

Well, seeing as I’m with someone I don’t plan on leaving, no, but if he were to ever want some I’d be okay with it as long as I don’t have to touch it lol

12. whats a turn off you look for before you start officially dating someone

Hmmm, to be honest, I don’t think I have any really. I kind of just let people be who they are. Of course if I don’t like something or understand it, I like to have a conversation about it to get a better understanding, but I wouldn’t say I have any tun offs I can think of.

13. what is a misconception you had about lgbt people before you realized you were one?

Well, I didn’t understand Trans individuals, or Drag Queens, but now I do. I also thought every gay man was just sassy and feminine, until I realized that’s only how we are portrayed. Other than that, none really.

14. what is a piece of advice you would give to your younger self

Stop being so careless with who and how you talk to people. You’re too nice and naive. Also, stop feeling guilty about all the things that happened to you in your life that weren’t your fault, or feeling guilty about things you couldn’t stop/change.

15. (if attracted to more than one gender) do you have different “types” for different genders?

No.

16. who is an ex you regret?

My last Ex, mostly because I was so heartbroken and distraught over him because I “loved” him, not knowing that it was closing that door so that I could be with the best man I’ve ever been with and the love of my life. My life has improved SO much over our almost year and a half together, and I am so thankful.

17. night club gay or cafe gay?

Hmmm, neither. Small get-together gay lol

18. who is one person you would “go straight” for

I hate that phrase, but if I had to pick someone, it would totally be Ariana Grande!

19. video game gay, book gay, or movie gay?

all 3, but in particular Horror film gay. lol

20. favourite gay ship (canon or not)

Larry Stylinson

21. favourite gay youtuber

Joey Graceffa

22. have you ever unknowingly asked out a straight person?

No, but flirted.

23. have you ever been in love?

Yes! very deeply currently too.

24. have you ever been heartbroken?

Yes, many times over many things.

25. how do you determine if you want to be them or be with someone

for me, I know i want someone a lot if they are the first and last thing on my mind. I don’t know what “be them” implies, unless you mean just their relationship lol.

26. favourite lgbt musician/band

I don’t know any, and I don’t care for Sam Smith, so lol.

27. what is a piece of advice you have for young / baby gays

DON’T BE A HOE. It’s easy to have sex, but making love to someone you’re in love with is so much more. It just feels right, and you connect on such a deeper level. Also, stay off Grindr. It’s not worth possibly getting killed or jumped for a 5 minute blowjob.

28. are you out? if so how did you come out

LOL! Well I was pressured into it at 15, so I deleted all my family (or so I thought), and made a Facebook post coming out as Bisexual. Only problem is I forgot to delete my mom LOL. Luckily she was accepting, and didn’t care. After that I slowly came out to family.

29. what is the most uncomfortable / strange coming out experience you have

I came out to my middle brother (I’m the oldest) while we were in my grandmas hot tub. hahaha.

30. what is a piece of advice for people who may not be in a safe place to express their sexuality

Stay on the super DL like I did, and always remember, you may be oppressed now, and it may seem like you’ll never be able to be yourself, but it will happen sooner or later. it WILL get better. You have to know that in your heart. STAY SAFE.<3

[laurentsbitch]

Q&A

Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend/girlfriend?
Never. Have you ever written a love letter to someone as a joke?
No. Who would even think of that? How many true heart breaks have you had in your lifetime?
One. Everyone has a been a lesson though. Who last grabbed your ass?
My damn self. Do you get a ‘Good Morning’ text from someone every day?
As if. Do you have any gay family members?
I do. Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?
Primark pyjamas ✌🏼 Do you feel like everything is falling apart around you?
Not so much right now. I've recently picked myself up and dusted myself off. Things are good rn. Was your first kiss romantic?
No. I was 13. It was in a garage under a blanket. Do you know anybody whose last name is a color?
Yes. What are you most likely to go to jail for? Drunk and disorderly? Assault, possibly. Do you ever feel like life is going by too fast?
All the damn time. Who was the last person to sleep over at your house?
Gemma. Is there someone that always intimidates you?
I will never let any bitch or any man intimidate me. Have you ever liked anyone that was in a relationship with someone else?
Oh yeah. Would you ever get a boob job?
It is on my list of things to do. Did your last relationship end because of you or the other person?
I actually ended it but we both played equal parts. Do you ever ignore texts from some people?
yeah, people I don't wanna talk to. Have you ever tried to break up anyone because YOU liked the guy/girl?
I've never tried, I'm not that malicious. When is the last time you felt left out?
Recently. My two besties are all loved up and then there's me. I'm gettin money tho. When was the last time you flirted with someone?
I have a really flirty personality, so I'd flirt with my cereal. Yellowcard vs Straylight Run, pick:
Means fuck all to me that. What would you think if you found out your ex was gay?
I'd be shocked but whatever makes him happy. Would you ever take someone back if you found out they cheated on you?
I don’t know. Every situation is differently and people have their reasons for cheating. I don't think everyone who cheats is a bad person nor will they continue to cheat on their future partners but there's clearly issues that need addressing in the relationship if someone cheats. What does your last text message say?
”Iona's going to bed x.” What color is your hair right now?
Medium brown. I think I'm gonna get it ombred though before I go on holiday. Do people ever compliment your eyes? Quite a lot actually. Have you ever lied to your boyfriend/girlfriend?
Yes. Do people ever tell you that you’re funny?
Yeah, I'm hysterical. Would you be upset if you caught your boyfriend looking at porn?
I do the same thing, so no. How many people has your best friend had sex with?
12/13 - I think. What’s the last song you listened to?
'Low Life' - Future ft. The Weeknd. Who’s the last person that hung up on you?
Probably Britt. Are you a bitch?
Yes. Four days from now, will you have sex?
I wish 🙄. Do you look intimidating?
I don't think I do. What does your second to last text say?
"On our way back x". What makes you laugh?
My life. What were you most looking forward to today?
A lie in and some sun. The sun was gone by 1pm though. How is your hair?
It needs washing. What are your initials?
NAT. What’s your biggest fear?
I have a lot. Death, being alone, failure. Look outside how’s the weather?
Cloudy, it was nice and sunny this morning though. Did you ever think someone didn’t like you, but come to find out they really did?
No. It tends to be the other way around with me. When was the last time you had a conversation with an ex?
A week ago. Are you worried about anything right now?
Not right now. How do you think tomorrow will be?
As good as a Monday can be. A little bit easier knowing that it's a 4 day week 💃🏽. Do you wish you could take one thing back?
I try to live with no regrets but of course I do. Is there a guy who knows everything or almost everything about you?
There was a lad who knew almost everything. Now I'd say he knows nothing. If you could pack your bags right now and were given a plane ticket, where do you go?
LA. Have you ever given anyone more than three chances?
I barely give people one. How far away are you from the person you have feelings for?
Like 45 minutes. Your last ex calls wanting to hangout, what do you say?
I'd say yeah. Where were you at 2 this morning?
In bed watching 13 Reasons Why. Have you ever kissed anyone who’s name started with a K?
I don't actually think so. Possibly. Probably. Have you accidentally sent a text to the wrong person?
Yeah and accidentally, on purpose. Last time you were TOTALLY happy?
A few days ago. Could you go the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?
No way. Ever given your all to someone who walked away?
Every. Single. Time. Have you ever done your makeup in class?
Nah, wouldn't leave the house without it on. Is there anything currently hurting on your body?
Nope. How old were you when you stopped sleeping with a night light?
An actual night light - probably 10/11. I used to sleep with the TV on after that. Ever kissed someone with green eyes?
Probably. Are you a jealous person?
I try not to be and I tell myself that I'm not but people give you reasons to be. Always trust your instincts. When you are home alone, do you still close the door when you shower?
Yeah. Are you mad at anyone right now?
Nope. Positive vibes only. Do you like your music loud or at a reasonable level?
Loud, what's the point otherwise. Is there anyone you wish you could be spending time with right now?
Of course. Have you held hands with anyone in the past 30 hours?
My baby sister. Do you have a friend named Ashley?
I do not. How often do you sleep in?
Weekends. Will you be in a relationship next month?
99.999999% sure I won't. Do you stay up later than ten o’clock on a week night?
No. Who’s the last person you told a secret to?
I don't actually know. I don't have many secrets. Have you met someone in the last year who turned out to be amazing?
Yes and I'm grateful for them all coming into my life. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?
Probably not. Do you miss anyone?
Not really. Would you rather have big or small dogs? I do not judge. Any size dog would be welcomed with open arms. Will you cry tonight?
Nahhh. Do you have respect for people even if you don’t like them?
Of course. Usually they act disrespectful. What’s one fruit you love in drinks?
Lemon. What was the most people you ever tripped in front of? A few people in club probably. Have you ever tried wine?
Yes, love it 😍. Can heartbreak happen all at once, or over a long period of time?
Heartbreak takes so many forms. In your life, do you plan on visiting other countries?
I have visited a few and I plan on visiting a whole lot more. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
I think it depends on the person and the circumstances. But nothing more than a second chance. Is there an ex you want to make up with?
I'm on good terms with the ones I wanna be in good terms with. Do you take compliments well?
Probably too well. Does cuddling freak you out?
No. How much time do you take to get ready in the morning?
About an hour/hour and a half. Do you love where you live?
I do yeah. I'm very proud of my city. What do you label yourself as?
I don’t. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now?
Probably not. Will your next kiss be drunk or sober?
99.99% drunk. Are you a mean person?
No. Do you wear high heels everyday?
Only on a night out. Do you fall asleep texting every night?
Nope. Are you an aunt or an uncle?
I am an aunt to 3 lads. Were you texting someone right before you fell asleep last night?
Nope. Did you have any unread text messages when you woke up today? How many?
Nope. Name someone who made you smile today?
The pizza delivery man. Are you happy?
Yes. I'm generally a happy person. Are you an alcoholic?
No, live a bevy though. Can you go a day without thinking about the person that’s on your mind now?
Yes, to be honest, he's not on my mind that often. Could you go the rest of your life without a cigarette?
Yeah, probably. Does anyone know every little detail about you?
No, I don't think anyone ever would. Does it bother you when someone lies to you?
Of course. I don't see the point. I'm very open minded so I don't think there's a need. What’s one thing you really want right now?
Pizza. Who all do you have texts from in your phone?
I keep all my texts. Who do you trust most as of now?
Me, myself & I. Who was the last person you took a picture with?
My sister, Britt. Do you have a younger sister?
I have 2 younger sisters. Did anything “cute” happen today?
My baby sister sat in the sun, playing her guitar and singing The Beatles. Are you wearing shoes right now?
Nope, I'm in bed. Have you ever just laid outside and looked at the stars?
Yeah, I love it. Do feet gross you out?
Yeah, they're vile. Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?
Yes!! I was actually gonna go and get one today. Do you smile everyday?
Yes. Who are you more like, mom or dad?
I definitely see both of them in me, but I'd say my mum. Could you date someone shorter than you?
Probably not. Where do you wish you were right now?
Ibiza. Have a crazy side?
Oh yeah. Something you do a lot?
Work, eat. Angry at anyone?
Nope. Describe your life in one word?
Content. Who was the last person who gave you a hug?
Iona. What is your natural hair color?
Medium brown. How many people have you kissed?
Hahaha, countless. How many of those did you make out with?
All of them. Ever kissed someone you weren’t dating at the time?
Yeah. Ever kissed someone you’d met less than an hour before?
Yeah. Of the people you’ve kissed, how many do you regret kissing?
None really. Were any of them in relationships with someone else at the time?
Yes. How old was the oldest person you’ve kissed?
I'm not entirely sure. How young was the youngest person you’ve kissed?
He's 20, I'm 22. Ever been kissed by a legal adult when you were a minor (or vise-versa)?
Nope. Ever been kissed by someone you didn’t want to kiss?
Yes. Ever been walked in on while you were making out with someone?
Yeah, that doesn't really bother me though. By your parents?:
I don't think so. Weirdest place you’ve kissed someone? Don't think I've ever kissed someone in a weird place. Ever kissed someone and had someone else get really mad about it?
Oh yes. Ever stopped kissing someone because they had bad breath?
Yeah. Ever not known the name of someone you kissed?
Yeah. Ever kissed someone on a dare/as part of a game?
Yeah. Kissed someone you didn’t really like just to make someone else jealous?
Um, not really. Ever had a really horrible kissing experience?
Oh yes. Ever been called a bad kisser?
No, not to my face anyway 😂. Ever called someone else a bad kisser?
Yup. Where’s the most public place you’ve ever made out with someone?
A club, park, town. Where’s the most private place you’ve ever made out with someone?
My bedroom. Ever kissed some out of pity just so they would stop badgering you?
Yeah. Ever kissed someone just to forget about someone else?
Yep. Ever thought of someone else while you were kissing someone?
Yeah. Do you usually kiss on the first date?
Yeah, I think a kiss is fine on a first date.