#dude i did this last night on my own flushed the ones i thought in the toilets

[bluehandprint]

Thinking about how they gaslighted me in this hotel about the bedbugs i saw. One was like 'no but these ones are small they don't even bite' and the other one was like 'oh no these are not bedbugs those are beetles that comes from the park' 🤬

[christinarowie332]

goofy ass smile

chris sturniolo x reader

no warnings really : swearing , mentions of drugs and nicotine , not proof read , i literally just wrote this in like 20 mins

love ya !!!

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“chris bro get off me!” i struggle out as my boyfriend decides to sit on my lap and sprawl his body over me on the couch .

“huh ? sorry can’t hear you ?” he turns his head smirking at me before fully lying his back on my face smothering me .

my muffled giggles are the only thing i could hear before i decide to dig my fingers in chris’s side , resulting in a yelp and him dramatically throwing himself of the floor rolling around and heaving up winded moans.

“bro your fucking finger went into my ribs-AUGH” chris’s complains were cut off as i frog jumped onto him , pushing his shoulders down so he is pinned to the floor .

straddling his lap , with my hands on his chest . i look him in the eyes in full seriousness, holding eye contact before both of us erupting into laughter .

“bro my legs are numb right now, u literally have taken away my fucking legs” i said through giggles as chris sits up , holding his body up by his hands on the floor leaning back . his fingers stretched out , being engulfed by the cream carpet underneath us .

“wouldn’t be the first time , hmm?” chris says trying to be serious but laughs at his own joke through a teeth smile . he squints his eyes and laughs harder looking at my shocked wide eyed expression, mouth agape and laughing as i lift myself to sit between his legs.

i place both my thighs over his and he places a hand on one of them . stroking it slightly with his thumb as our laughter dies down .

i exhale deeply and smile at him .

“whats that goofy ass smile on your face for” chris says matching my smile and tilting his head slightly.

“oh i’m so sorry at i not allowed to smile at my boyfriend ?? that’s crazy” i reply back before rolling my eyes and beginning to get up from my place between his legs .

chris notices this and grabs my hips slightly to push me down. my body flushes at his touch and my eyes follow his touch on me . i look back up at him and smile while shaking my head slightly

“whatever dude, OH!!, guess what matt picked me up this morning” he says excitedly wiggling his eye brows slightly and reaching over to the couch grabbing his hoodie and sitting back as he was

“hopefully some deodorant bro cuz u stink .bad”

chris turns his head slowly in fake offense at my words before lurching forward and pushing me to the ground by my shoulders.

“AUGH, CHRIS BRO U FUCKING WINDED ME !?” i shout through coughs and giggles

“I STINK ?? YOU ARE IN THE SAME CLOTHES FROM LAST NIGHT BRO , YOU REEK OF WEED !!” he shouts in disbelief, on all fours above me .

i look down at the clothes i am wearing . it’s chris green and white star’d sweatshirt , i smile at it before looking back up at him with a tight lipped smile .

“what did matt get you?” i suddenly remember the origional topic of the conversation, furrowing my eyebrows and lifting my chin up in anticipation.

chris matches my confusion. furrowing his own eyebrows and looking around in thought .

“OH SHIT YEAH !!” he gets up again and grabs his hoodie as i push myself off the floor and crossing my legs .

“i asked him to get you um … i think it was pink grapefruit u mentioned u liked that flavour last week so he grabbed you three babe, i will be stealing one tho” he says with a teasing tight lipped smile that doesn’t reach his eyes . holding out two lost mary vapes and throwing them in my lap . sitting opposite on me on the floor crossing his legs matching me .

“ugh this is why i love you christopher” i say leaning forward and grabbing his face for a fast peck on his lips . before grabbing the vape box from my lap and opening it .

as i focus on opening the box in my lap , chris just stares at me smiling . i don’t see him but i feel his gaze . ignoring him but smiling at the thought of him .

“love u too i guess” he says rolling his eyes before getting an empty box thrown at his face .

“bro”

i chuckle to myself .

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bosh

two posts in a day i’m on a roll rn

@urmyslxt @mangosrar @sturnphilia @jcwrites-blog @sssturniolofart @lividnity @biimpanicking @bluesturniolo333

(also thank you sm for the support on everything , i have literally been on this app for a week and y’all are the sweetest most realest people ever)

-love milkie

🤍🤍🤍

[aspecbuddie]

Hii :D

No pressure writing prompt,

From this list about seeking out physical affection : acting like they're cold to have an excuse to cuddle or share clothes or blankets

Hey!!! Thanks for the prompt!! 💚💚💚 I thought I was going to not do this after a couple false starts and then ended up writing nearly 1k for it xD

“Hey can I uh… can I steal a hoodie from you for the evening?” Buck asks, after a minute of rummaging through his bag. “I must have left mine in my locker.”

“Sure,” Eddie replies, not taking his eyes off the movie. “If there’s not one in my room there should be one in the dryer.”

He doesn’t blame Buck for being forgetful at the end of that shift. It had been a truly awful one – one of those shifts that ends with everyone calling their shrinks to see if they can get an emergency appointment. Eddie already had an appointment with Frank booked for the next day, so he waited patiently for Buck to finish sorting his own out before inviting him back to the house for a movie night with Chris.

Although Chris had only spent the duration of a single movie with them tonight before excusing himself to his room under the guise of having homework to complete. The likelihood of him actually doing homework is low, but tonight Eddie doesn’t have it in him to care. His kid is safe and happy and alive under his roof, who cares if he’s doing his homework or playing video games. Some kids can’t do either anymore.

Buck returns a few minutes later, wearing Eddie’s old, tatty, LAFD hoodie and clutching two fresh beers, one of which gets placed on the coffee table in front of Eddie.

They settle back into quietly watching the movie, and Eddie at least is trying to avoid letting his thoughts stray back to the last twelve hours. It’s about an hour and a half later that he cannot stay sat any longer without thinking about it, so he stands up and starts to head towards the kitchen.

He turns to Buck, about to ask if he wants anything while he’s up, but his best friend’s appearance stops the words in their tracks.

Buck is sat the other end of the couch, where he’s been all night, with his feet up and knees pulled loosely to his chest, the sleeves of Eddie’s hoodie pulled over his hands where they’re hugging his legs. His face is flushed, and there’s something that looks like a tear running down towards his chin. Except, as Eddie studies him for a few seconds longer and notices another one on Buck's forehead, he realises it must actually be sweat.

Out of habit, maybe, Eddie reaches out and feels Buck’s forehead with the back of his hand.

Buck swats his hand away. “Dude what the fuck?”

“Take the hoodie off, Buck. You’re boiling hot, man, you feel like you have a fever. D’ya want me to get the medicine from the cabinet or… uh… I can—”

“Eddie it’s not a fever. I’ll… I’ll take the hoodie off, okay?” Buck swings his legs back over onto the floor and pulls the hoodie over his head, before handing it to Eddie. “Happy?”

Eddie just stares at Buck. “Why did you even put it on? There’s no way you could have been cold when you asked for it.”

“I uh…” Buck rubs his neck sheepishly. “I feel like shit after that shift a-and uh… I knew it would smell like… like this house and… and like you. And… I don’t know it’s just… it’s… it’s…”

“Comforting?” Eddie suggests.

Buck nods.

There’s something about this new piece of knowledge – about knowing that his house and his presence is comforting to his best friend – that eases a small bit of his own post-shift heartache. He wonders if Buck has ever had someone to borrow clothes from before, because Eddie hasn’t. Shannon and Ana had borrowed his clothes during their respective relationships, but Eddie had never been able to do the same – nothing  of theirs would have fit him.

He's strangely glad he can do this for Buck,, although it’s not ideal that Buck is literally overheating just to get a small amount of comfort.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, leaving the room with a hoodie and returning a minute later, handing Buck the new item in his hand. Buck looks up at him with a questioning glance. “The hoodie was too hot so, uh, I thought one of my t-shirts might work better.”

The look of awe on Buck’s face is overwhelming. Instead of saying anything, he stands up and pulls off the t-shirt he’s already wearing – which is sweat-soaked in places. Eddie feels a surprising need to look away for the couple seconds that Buck is shirtless; he’s not sure why, they change in front of each other all the time.

When he looks back, Buck is wearing one of Eddie’s slightly less worn black tees. Buck opens and closes his mouth a few times, but doesn’t say anything. Eddie can’t think of anything to say either, so he does the only thing he can think of, and pulls Buck in for a hug.

It’s strange, for Buck to have the scent of Eddie’s laundry detergent mixed with his shower gel from the station. But strange in a good way, and while the hug is short, it further eases the cloud in Eddie’s head.

The movie is still playing, and when Buck sits back down on the couch, Eddie sits closer to him, only an inch of space between their bodies. When Buck shuffles across and closes that space, Eddie reaches an arm across the back of the couch and rests his hand on Buck’s shoulder, pulling Buck gently closer against him.

“Just ask next time,” he whispers. “Or don’t. If it makes you feel better just… just take the clothes, Buck.”

[rosielovesspence]

Heart-Shaped Sunglasses

Summary: The one where you’re a TikToker and he’s an actor, no one knows you’re dating until it is accidentally revealed by a show host.

  “And we have an amazing guest of Jack Champion!” Drew Barrymore welcomed Jack onto the show. Talking about his TikToks before Drew brought up his coffee order, a small Spider-Man on the cup. “Oooh, you like Spider-Man?” Before Jack could think up an excuse for liking Spider-Man he just spoke. “Oh yeah, but it’s on there because my girlfriend loves Spider-Man, like with a passion. Her favorite to date!” He had rambled on about his girlfriend before even noticing. “Awww cute! You seem lovestruck, who is this girl??” Jack flushed and dismissed the question so she went on to talking about favorite TikToks. “Oh, I really like this one, tell me if you’ve heard of her Jack, Y_n.luvs.dilfs.” Jack flushed, it was very visible on the camera. “She and her boyfriend post such cute videos, oooh she posted a new one!” 

     Drew pulled the TikTok up with the display behind them. Y/n dancing around with a boy, his face covered by a Spider-Man sweater, she had made Jack buy that. She then pulled up the newest one, being Y/n leaning over her camera, holding a coffee cup caption being, “When your bf gets your barista to draw Spider-Man and Hello Kitty on your cups :)” As she turned around walking toward the boy in the Spider-Man sweater, a Spider-Man backpack on her back and a Hello Kitty one on his. Drew turned to Jack, “Hmm, that’s funny.” Jack laughed awkwardly, looking down at his coffee cup. Drew did the same. 

“Well, we were talking about blind dates and Tinder before the show so I wanted to ask your opinion on dates of such. “Oh I feel they’re quite weird, like reading a resume out loud.” Drew nodded, “How did you meet your girlfriend? Was it a blind date?” Jack shook his head, “No we just met out in public, I accidentally spilled coffee on her.” 

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       Y_n.luvs.dilfs is live! You sat in your hotel room, live on your phone, talking and chatting while you wrote on your laptop. Mason Gooding had joined your live a while ago, joking around with you about the way you guys had met. “Ughhh...stop reminding me of the bruise I left.” You remembered being on the Scream set with Jack, just walking around outside the sets, when you accidentally bumped into Mason, bruising his arm from the impact. “I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you!” Mason just laughed, “It’s fine.” Jack came up behind you, “I signed you up for a role!” Mason laughed, “So this is the girlfriend Jack doesn’t shut up about got it.” Jack had a cardboard outfit on. “What??” Jack laughed, “It’s a small role, you’re just a girl at a party. So technically you were in Scream for about 10 minutes. “S-she’s gorgeous.” “Go ask her out then dude! Do it! Do it Do it!!” You laughed at the memory. It was especially funny since no one else knew you were even her. 

      “What’s so funny, Y/n?” You smiled, “Just saw a funny post.” You continued to talk to Mason when you picked up your coffee, grimacing at the bitter taste. “Gross.” you looked at the cup to realize it had Hello Kitty on it. “Aww man, he has my coffee!” Mason laughed, “He’s gonna complain about the sweetness for sure.” “Yeah he sure does like his shit bitter.

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       “Jack, you haven’t touched your coffee at all.” He scrunched his nose at the thought of the coffee. “It’s too sweet for me.” Drew tilted her head, sipping her own coffee, “Then why get it?” Jack laughed, “It’s actually my girlfriend’s, she has mine.” He ended up drinking some of it anyway, not really the way he liked his coffe, but the sweetness reminded him of you. “Wait, when we met last night you had a Hello Kitty bag.” Drew re-called, laughing slightly. “Oh yeah, me and my girlfriend have that Spider-Man boyfriend, Hello Kitty girlfriend dynamic, but she’s the Spider-Man nerd.” Drew laughed, “Your mom told me about that. That’s cute!” 

    “Okay onto our next interview activity, you may know this from the Ellen show but today we are going to do a phone swap.” Jack raised his eyebrow, confusion gracing his features. “Okay so we swap phones and make one call on each other’s phones.” Jack, when handed Drew’s phone, called Matthew Lillard who didn’t pick up. Drew looked through his contacts for a moment, deciding who her victim would be, when she stumbled upon the perfect contact name. “Babygirl<3?” Drew asked aloud, looking at Jack, who’s face flushed. “My girlfriend.” Drew pressed ring and put the phone on speaker and rang her up, since she was on a live the phone went to voicemail, “This is Y/n! Sorry I couldn’t make it to the phone, I’ll call you back.” Jack flushed as Drew’s face lit up in excitement, “Y/n?!” 

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      Jack’s contact name lit up on your screen and then disappeared. “Oh, so i’m going to end my live now because my boyfriend called me and I need to call him back, byeeee Mason!” You smiled, and ended your live, calling Jack “What’s up baby boy?” You had no idea your voice was on speaker, “Hi, this is Drew Barrymore!!”  You let out a squeak, “Drew Barrymore??” You could hear Jack’s small chuckle from the other side of the phone. “So it’s been confirmed, Y_n.luvs.dilfs. is dating Jack Champion! So you bought him the Hello Kitty backpack?” “Yeah.” You turned on your television quietly. There Jack was, right on screen next to Drew who had his phone in her hand as he had his head down on her table. When he looked up, he stared straight at his phone. “How long are you gonna embarrass me?” You giggled quietly which Jack heard through the phone, “Hey, don’t make fun of me!” You both laughed as Drew cut into the conversation. “So, did you drive Jack here? If so, you should come pick him up early so I can talk to you.” You were silently fangirling about the idea of meeting Drew Barrymore as you got into your car. “That sounds good.”

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        “Well guys, while Y/n drives over to get Jack and meet with us we’ll be talking to our next celebrity guest!” Jack sat behind set, watching some of your TikToks, his favorite on being you dancing around your room with your heart-shaped sunglasses on, lip-syncing Lana Del Ray as he layed on the bed behind you, smiling. He knew his smile wasn’t visible on the camera but he remembered watching you record. You then walked up to him, a visitor badge lanyarded around your neck. “Hey baby!” He smiled up at you, leaning in for a kiss. “Hello princess!” He kissed you softly before you were both called back up to Drew’s set.

      “And now we have back Jack Champion! With another guest his lovely girlfriend Y/n! Whose TikToks we spoke about earlier!” 

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     You’ve had a public relationship since a couple weeks ago when you met with Drew. You had all but taken control of Jack’s TikTok, recording everything for him. You had even posted a TikTok together, in your gym clothes with the caption “Forcing your homebody gf to go to the gym with you<3″ Jack said that was the funniest caption he had come up with. You thought your comment was better “Yk I’m just here to watch you workout, right?” You had taken a picture with his hair pulled back, making his forehead look huge. He posted it, “Idk where you guys got the idea Spider had a big forehead.” You had commented on that one as well, “Forehead looks average dw boo” and reposted it. Your relationship was just a cute public thing now, and you liked it that way.

[hannie-dul-set]

can you pretty please do sunghoon?

[same face, different feelings]. park sunghoon has always thought you were a piece of shit. 

ever since you walked into the frat house with an arrogant stride, an arrogant face, and an unwelcoming demeanor that just pisses him off from the very first inhale of your existence, he knew you’d never get along. he knew you’d eventually do something to piss him off.

and you did. which, in retrospect, was great because the aftermath to the whole…situation was you voluntarily moving out of the house, and that meant sunghoon didn’t have to deal with seeing your face for the next three months. reap what you saw, motherfucker, or however the saying goes. whatever. doesn’t matter because the quality of sunghoon’s life has become exponentially better.

that is until you decided to move back in again.

“i can’t believe you have the guts to come crawling back here after the shit you pulled last summer, you son of a bitch.”

and the words jump out of his throat before he even realizes it.

“hoon, play nice. that’s water under the bridge now,” jake tells him. “hey, dude! it’s glad to have you back!”

it’s one thing how you don’t even look the slightest bit remorseful about what you did. it’s another thing how your response was to look at him as if you didn’t even know what you did wrong.

now that pisses him off tenfold. why the fuck did jungwon even let you back in?

yet park sunghoon’s anger towards you made him fail to notice all the little things that were just the slightest bit off. have you ever been close with sunoo and niki? no, he doesn’t think so, but he never cared enough to give a shit about your relationships. jake and heeseung have been complaining that you don’t game or play soccer with them anymore, but who gives a fuck about that when your tendency of being a fucking whore shows turns a head yet again when he catches you and jang wonyoung stumble out of your bedroom, the latter hazy-eyed and flushed, when this morning he was just texting her to come over.

“they’re saying it’s just a misunderstanding! nothing happened between them, just let it go, man.”

sunghoon feels worse than heartbreak when he sees his best friend defending you, knowing full well you were the cause of his sister’s own heartbreak last summer. what the fuck? jay of all people knows how much he hates you. but turns out, the object of his hatred for the past two months isn’t the same person he’d hated at first glance.

things start making more sense when you gather them all in the living room one day—

“w—wait, what do you mean you’re not him?”

—and drop the big fucking bomb that for the past three months, you’ve been filling in the shoes of your twin brother and receiving the brunt of all his hatred.

all that information was too much for him to handle right now.

so the natural reaction is to run off to wherever his legs took him.

“sunghoon.”

that somewhere just had to be an obvious hiding spot. the rooftop of the shared house, in between the shrubs and the greens now drenched in the night where he’s crouched down and looking up to. but he’s not looking up at the stars in the sky. he’s looking at you—

“why are you wearing a mask?”

—half obscured by a medical cover which makes the guilt and hatred retching in his gut all the more complicated.

“i figured it would be weird for you to look at me when i look like that son of a bitch,” you say lightly. oh, so you also know how trashy that guy is, he thinks, and you crouch down in front of him, as if to tell him. yeah, i do. that’s why i’m in this situation in the first place. “if you can’t get an apology from him, i thought i could at least do it on his behalf.”

how considerate. he should’ve known that you were a different person. but god, every time he saw you, his animosity just jumped the gun before any other feeling could, so now he feels like shit, groaning with his head in his hands. “no, it’s just— i’ve hated your brother for fucking around with my sister, but i’ve been treating you like shit these past few months and that makes me no better than him.”

“no, you are! if i were you, i would’ve kicked my own ass the moment i stepped into the house,” you snap back. “the fact that you can even look at me and listen to me right now tells me that you’re a better person than he could ever be.”

with that, sunghoon lifts his head back up, and is met face to face with the same eyes he’s scorned just up until earlier this evening.

wrongfully so. had he looked a little closer, he would’ve noticed there’s not a single hint of arrogance in the way you’ve ever looked at him in these past three months. god, he’s terrible. the piece of shit is him, not you.

“that mask must be uncomfortable,” he mutters. “you can take it off.” 

albeit hesitantly, you do, and once more sunghoon is slapped in the face with just how alike you and your brother look, and he has to swallow down his body’s automatic reaction of inherent hostility, but it doesn’t come.

it’s the same face. the same face, but he’s feeling differently. maybe now that his vision isn’t blurred and addled by anger, he’s able to see more clearly.

send me a kpop boy (txt/enha/zb1/bnd/dream) to toss into reverse harem hell! [jay]

[bunnywrites1414]

"Suck and shut up"

Kinktober 3rd, 2023: Y/N gets bratty without something in her mouth and Aizawa is tired of hearing her

“Dude my fucking shoes” The girl snaps, recoiling from Aizawa’s muddy work boots. A mud smear across the top of her purple satin pumps taunts her and she glares at him “Thanks now i have to find something else to wear” she pivots and stomps back up the stairs leaving Aizawa fuming at the door. Usually one little snap like that wouldn’t bother him at all. He knows his girlfriend is a little brat and expects bits and pieces of that to show themselves every so often. But she has not let up for anything today. She’s had an issue with everything today. Thats he had to work, that he came home early, breakfast was bland, she had to make her own lunch, she couldn’t decide what to wear, she wanted to leave the house tonight but she didn’t want to go to a work function. This list of things she’s been snappy about today is a mile long.

He changes into a pair of clean boots and waits. When she’s done and she slinks back down the stairs in a similar outfit in the same color with a pair of new and pretty purple platforms. “Are you ready?” He asks his eyes are sharp but his voice is flat. “Yeah.” she types away on her phone as he walks out the door and she slides out after him. They both slide into their respective seats in the car and he waits until they’re a ways away from home and then clears his throat. “Do you wanna talk about why you’ve been an insufferable brat today?” Her eyes slant to him and if looks to kill Aizawa’s ghost would be driving the car.

“I wouldn’t be such an ‘insufferable brat’…” she says making dramatized finger quotes “… if you paid any attention to me” Her arms cross over her chest and his first thought is that she looks like an angry toddler.

“Is this about last night?”

Silence. “God if i knew you wanted to suck my cock that bad i’d have let you.” Her immediate flush and curl into herself lets him know he’s right.

The night before she’d been waiting on him to come through the door on the floor near the couch. She’d waited for him to address her, and basically jumped him at the door after. When she’d knelt in front of him to pull him free and let him fuck her throat he’d stopped her and laid her on the bed. He said he’d been too hard and couldn’t wait to be in her. He knew she wasn’t happy about it but he had no idea she’d get this bitchy.

“Poor fucking brat, Just wanted something in that pretty mouth huh?” she flushes again and refuses to look at him. Aizawa’s hand slips to her thigh and squeezes a bit. “Can you be patient for a few hours babydoll? I can let you suck on whatever you want when this dinner is over ok?” she side eyes him a bit suspicious of the lack if mention of her punishment. “Yeah ok. I can wait.” she squeezes his hand at her thigh and relaxes into the seat. “That’s my girl.” He says as they pull into the restaurant parking lot.

Dinner goes relatively smoothly. She manages her attitude mostly well. She rolls her eyes at Present Mic a handful of times but other than that. When they slide into the seats of his large black range rover she lets her hair down and shoves her 6inch platforms off her aching feet. “You did very well tonight Angel. I’m very proud of my patient girl.” The girl wiggles in her seat and tries not to get too excited.

They say nothing else until the car slides into the driveway. “Go upstairs” Aizawa says petting her head as they make their way through the door. She nods and makes haste up the stairs and into the shared bedroom falling to her knees by the footboard of the gigantic bed in the center of the room.

He takes his time; stripping from his boots, leaving his important gear in the foyer, grabbing two water bottles from the fridge, and then just standing downstairs.

It’s about 30 minutes later when he comes into the room and still patient as ever she kneels at the end of the bed, looking a bit bored but in place and position. “There’s my good girl. I was wondering where you went” He taunts from the door.

Theres a pathetic whine and then a flinch when a water bottle lands in front of her. “The whole thing.” He orders before standing in front of her. She opens it and chugs it before handing him the empty bottle back. He nods and tosses it into the trash can by the bed.

When she meets his eyes they’re hard, bored even.

“Open”

Her mouth falls open, she keeps her eyes on his. The pad of his thumb runs over her bottom row of teeth, under her tongue, over her tongue. “That’s my favorite girl, if you needed someone to play with this oral fixation baby it’s all you had to say. No reason to be an insufferable bitch.”

She flinches at the word. Degradation isn’t usually their thing but she gets more excited this time. “Not gonna give you my cock yet….” she cuts him off with a whine and he gives her a quick smack to her cheek “… because you don’t fucking deserve it. But for now. Suck. and Shut. Up. “

She whimpers around his thumb but sucks, running her tongue over it. Eventually he switches and slides his first and middle finger into mouth as far as he can, her teeth grazing his knuckles. She gags and tries to pull back but he’s always been faster than her. His hand catches the back of her head and he keeps her still, his two fingers pushed into the back of her throat. “No pup. You wanted something in this mouth so bad you’re gonna take whatever i’ll give you”. She chokes and whines again tears pooling in her eyes.

He keeps her there for about 30 seconds before releasing her head and letting her cough and spit up on the carpet at his feet. He stands there while she gasps air into her burning lungs.

“Are you done?” He spits, no real venom behind it. She didn’t realize how far she’d actually pushed him until now she looks up, guilt swimming in her eyes. “What?” He asks knowing her well enough to see the words forming in her head.

“M’ sorry Daddy.” she says as his fingers run through her hair. “I was really awful to you today” She says pushing up into his hand. And he nods, an acceptance. He knows she doesn’t brat in disrespect, just when she’s feeling something. Sadness, fear, anger, jealousy. Whatever the cause is, she’s usually quick to apologize.

“Lay down, on the bed, hands above your head” He says before stepping away from her. She stands on weak knees and falls onto their shared bed and stretching her arms above her head. Her tummy peaks out from under her top. “What a pretty baby…” he drawls, his fingers coast along the exposed skin.

She shivers at the touch of his hands and her eyes close at the heat of his hand gliding along her tummy. “I love you Daddy” she says her pretty eyes flashing up to meet his. His hand trails from her tummy to her chest, up her breastbone to her neck where he applies enough pressure to make her head spin. “I love you babydoll” he mumbles as he leans down to kiss her. His fingers press a little harder into her throat. “You have a lot of making up to do…”.

Her heartbeat pounds into her brain and he can see from her eyes she’s too far gone to know what to do by herself. “Strip, you can keep the skirt and shoes I pay for” a snipe for the shoe thing earlier, it almost hurts her heart but she quickly pulls off her shirt, bra, and panties; the latter of which she folds and hands to him. He throws them on his side table and slides between her legs. “Look at you…” amusement but no shock, “an absolute fucking mess”, his fingers spread her slick along her folds, rubbing over her nub and snickering when she whines and her hips cant into his hand. A delicious burn spreads over her pelvis and her hips fly off their bed “Daddy!”

He chuckles and his palm slides over her stomach pressing her hips into their bed “Easy baby, can’t make you feel good if your shoving away from me” His fingers circle mercilessly against the bundle of nerves and she whines and groans into the air “D-Daddy, yellow, too much please don’t” she begs, direct stimulation bringing more burning then pleasure. His hand retracts “Sorry angel, are you ok? I didn’t realize i wasn’t over the hood” his face fills with overwhelming concern, his fingers closing around her hips “S’ ok daddy” she says smiling lazily up at him.

“Can i have your cock please Daddy?” Her hips moves against him, and he lets her grind against the bulge in his dress pants. She whimpers and clings to the pillows above her head. “Daddy pleassseeeeee” She whines and and her pulls the skirt up to show him the wet spot she’s creating on his pants, at the sight he groans and throws his head back.

“Yeah baby, yeah you can have it” He says pulling himself free not bothering to pulls his pants all the way off, or to chastise her for whining. He slips into her so easily he stumbles a bit. They groan in tandem and her hands leave their post to find purchase in his fancy dress shirt. “Fuck oh god, Daddy” she whines and arches off the bed. “You’re so deep” she says as her fingers tighten against his torso.

He takes a moment to regain his composure. “Fuck you always feels so good, this pussy was made for me wasn’t it baby?” He rasps as he leans down to push their foreheads together. She nods frantically, She pushes her hips up to meet each of shallow thrusts.

As he builds up his speed and force she lets him hold her hips up off the bed, he drills into her sweet spot over and over and he revels in her falling apart under him, at the screaming moans, at the roll of her eyes, at she shake of her thighs, the clench of her abs, her entire being coming apart at the seams.

“I’m, i - Daddy” she can’t make the words, her brain can’t form a sentence but she doesn’t have to. “Yeah. I know angel. Go ahead. Cum for daddy.” he reads her mind like no one else and at the permission she explodes. The clench around his makes his hips falter. He groans as he finishes deep in her warmth and she throws her arms around his neck. Their kiss is sweet and softens as they relax, as they calm down together.

[bordysbae]

hello could you do 36. “yeah, i’m jealous” with alex turcotte

“party foul”

alex turcotte x reader

did i just combine 3 requests? yeah. don’t even talk abt it.

—

you met alex in your economics class earlier this semester, and you two have become a little more than friends. it started off as a one night stand, which turned into a regular thing nearly every weekend.

as you down the last sip of your drink, you watch as alex converses with a petite blonde girl in the corner of the room. you shouldn’t be jealous, especially since you’re the one who told alex it could never be anything more than what it is, but you are.

“we better get you another drink before your eyes burn a hole right through my best friend,” cole says, randomly appearing next to you.

“oh would you shut it caufield,” you groan, fidgeting with your now empty cup.

“annabella, business major,” cole says, before taking a sip of his beer. his words only makes you even more annoyed than you were just a few moments before.

“how the hell do you know so much about her?” you ask cole, now turning to fully face the sort-of-ginger boy.

“she’s friends with abby,” he shrugs, making you gasp, “does abby hate me or something? she’s allowing her friend to be falling at alex’s feet?”

“no no, she told annabella that alex is in a sticky situation, but clearly she doesn’t listen. she’s kind of a whore,” he shrugs. you immediately smack his arm.

“cole! don’t call women whores!”

“oh, now you’re defending her?”

“no but i don’t slut shame! ugh, god cole, why do i even care? we’re just hooking up, it’s not anything serious. i literally told him i didn’t want anything more, when i very much do!” you tipsily admit to cole, making his eyes widen.

“you want more with him?” he asks you, chugging the rest of his drink, since you’re stressing him out with all this drama.

“dude, everyone knows that! i’m just afraid commitment, and alex is kind of a player cole,” you bashfully say, now looking at alex once again, who’s laughing at her stupid jokes.

“well maybe you should tell him you want more? cause he sure as hell doesn’t look bored over there, but he likes you, y/n. i know that. but i think he’s tired of waiti— oh shit, here she comes! gotta dip but uh, good luck!” cole says, sheepishly smiling as he 180’s his way out of the room. you turn around and see annabella standing in front of you.

“is there a reason you’re staring at me and him?” she asks you, gesturing her hand towards alex, who looks incredibly embarrassed.

“him? do you even know his name?” you chuckle, making her face redden.

“uh, yeah, of course i do! it’s uh, austin!” she says, making you burst out laughing, “it’s alex, but nice try!”

“whatever, i was close enough. you’re just jealous i pulled a hockey player and you didn’t,” she shrugs.

“oh definitely,” you say sarcastically, pausing to let out a chuckle. “if you knew anything about me and alex, i don’t think we’d be having this conversation right now. how about you just go back to your boy toy, and i’ll go back to minding my own business, okay?” you ask, making her scoff. she walks back towards alex, and you immediately beeline it for the door.

as you sit on the front porch of the frat house, you hear the door open a few moments after you closed it. you don’t look up from your lap, but when a male figure sits down on the step next to you, you look to your left and see alex.“what was all that, huh?” alex teases, making you scoff, “i’m not in the mood, alex. go back to your puck bunny.”

“hold on, are you jealous?” he asks, immediately making your cheeks flush pink.

“you know what, yeah alex i am! i literally got in a fight because of you!” you exclaim, placing your head in your hands.

“i thought we were strictly hooking up? am i wrong?” he asks. you let out a deep sigh, and stare up at the few stars in the late night, wisconsin sky.

“alex i’ve always wanted more, but i’m scared. you’re going to the nhl soon, and you have a slight reputation. i just don’t want to get hurt,” you admit to him.

“i know i have a reputation, and i’m not proud of it. tonight definitely doesn’t help my case, but i really like you y/n. i don’t think i’ve liked anyone this much, actually. i’ve told my mom about you, fun fact,” he awkwardly chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

“mama turcotte knows about me? shit, you better wife me up now,” you joke, thankfully making alex laugh.

“i guess i’ll just have to,” he shrugs, making you laugh once again. you rest your head on his shoulder, and his head rests on top of yours. all the tension from earlier disintegrated, and now it’s just pure laughs from the both of you as you embrace the moment.

[thetarotsequence]

Part Two - Half House and The Tower

✨From here on out, there will be spoilers ✨

Half House:

This chapter is foundational knowledge, in my opinion, on how to build a lovable character and then let them do disagreeable things. Honestly, THE LAST SUN is a masterclass in character building, already, but this chapter is the cornerstone of getting the reader sucked in, and the next chapter (which I'll get to, pinky promise) is the string that tugs the stick out from under the edge of the box, effectively trapping the reader in complete and total love for these stories. I don't make the rules, that's just how it happens.

The key, I think, is how relatable Rune is. From his claim that the stories about the worst night of his life "Just. Won't. Fucking. Die," to the pause he has for the unsettling feeling of did I just fuck up? that he feels after the encounter with Max in the bathroom, Rune is just a regular guy. I mean, yeah, he's technically a fallen prince with the capability to incinerate everything in an as-yet-undetermined radius, but he's a normal dude with a shitty day job, spooky boss, and bills to pay! He worries about his weight and wears laundry of questionable cleanliness! Just me? Listen, once you start having a chair pile, you never go back. But I digress.

I will die on the hill that these books - while fantastic to read - are even better when listened to. Josh Hurley, the narrator, is my dream narrator for my OWN book (if I get lucky enough to be published one day - I hope he can do a British accent). I hated audiobooks, legitimately hated them, until these stories, because the narration just feels like listening to a friend tell you about what's going on in their life, until all of a sudden it doesn't and you're in an epic battle with a lich, or struggling not to cry as your worst fears and biggest hopes are confirmed one right after the other (but that's HOURGLASS THRONE talk). So, if you're a hands-on reader who hates audiobooks, just trust me. I've listened to these books so many times I don't hear my own brain voice when I read them anymore. It's just the incredible talents of Mr. Hurley that have been engraved on my memory like grooves in a vinyl record.

It's the narration, too, that enhances that relatable factor, especially where Brand is concerned. He's definitely doing a violence on Max that would get American CPS called, but the narration makes it funny, the way I think it was intended to be. And again, they all clearly grow from this point over the series, and moreover, no one is perfect, and if you haven't wanted to stick someone's head in a toilet and flush, you're probably a liar.

Speaking of liars - Queenie. Settle in and grab some tinfoil for your hat, because I Have A Theory:

I think Brand went fucking nuts on Max - and granted, this is mild considering what he, a literal sharpshooter mercenary, is capable of - because he was programmed to do so. I have the benefit of having read all the way through the 3rd book and the EIDOLON, so I know that evidence supporting my theory exists, but that's an essay for a different day. What matters now, dear reader, is that I think that Queenie fucked up, and she's realizing it in the background of this scene when she tries to stop Brand, only to have him steamroll the conversation right over her. He goes oddly (and humorously) formal in his recount of what he did and why, and the ferocity of his protectiveness coupled with his recount of events just never sat well with me. It was disproportionate; there's no doubting that. I've always been suspicious of this sequence of events, specifically because this happened on the heels of Rune mentioning that the Empress, in her "unhinged grief" (such a mood) vanished into thin air and obtained Cryptid Status. From the first time I read these books, I thought (and continue to think) this bitch is the Empress, isn't she? Every time.

But! More on that theory soon.

Queenie's gentle manipulation, asking Rune how it was for him, after he lost everything, was masterfully done, Empress or not. It speaks to someone who has been a parent, or at least has been responsible for giving guidance (which, ahem, the Empress is the Mother archetype in the Tarot soooo...I am, as the kids say, standing on business) and knows that a delicate hand is needed. Where she couldn't stop Brand's irate retelling, she is able to successfully pull one of Rune's heartstrings and get him thinking about what she wants him to think about.

Overall, I genuinely enjoyed this passage not only for the breadcrumb trail beginning in front of us as readers, but also for the dynamic emerging between the characters. Especially knowing how much trauma exists between the three of them now, and being a parent of a child with trauma (she's bootleg, don't worry, I didn't give it to her) and being a parental figure with my OWN trauma, I could really relate to the feeling of fucking up because of a trigger being set off when I was unprepared.

The last thing I loved about this chapter is how Brand and Rune work a case. It's incredibly smooth, subtle world-building that SHOULD, by rights, feel like an info-dump, but it doesn't, because of how expertly this is written. The personality embedded in Rune and Brand saturates the page and obfuscates any sense of things being spelled out for the reader. Plus, the way Rune and Brand riff off of one another is fun, and funny, and 100% the reason why my wife ships them romantically, because they DO bicker like an old married couple. It feels more than anything to me, like conversations I would have with my wife (if we were magic-case-solving-mercenaries, obviously). It's impossible not to love Rune and Brand. They're iconic.

Favorite Quote:

Not so much a quote, but the way Josh Hurley narrates Rune proudly theorizing "Maybe he wants to give me a big fat check" is stuck permanently in my vernacular, cadence, tone, everything. I have quoted it while opening the mail several times. There is never a big fat check.

The Tower:

This, as I said before, is where the string gets pulled, and we, the readers, get trapped. It's not the hook - that was buried back in the sparkly lure of the Heart Throne chapter - this is us being reeled in so swiftly we can't even struggle on the line. The continued world-building is seamless, concise, and vivid. I love the line where Rune says the rest of the world thought New Atlantis pulled their Gotham out of a cereal box, and the way he follows it up with "not a bad rep to have". This sentence does so many things at once: it establishes how New Atlantis came to be, it establishes what other people thought of it happening, and it establishes that it was costly on multiple levels, AND it establishes that it is incredibly unlikely to happen again. This makes New Atlantis feel more real, to me, because it's the difference between living somewhere and just visiting, or seeing photos online. Y'all might see a picture of bluebonnets in a meadow and think "Wow, so pretty," and I would see it and definitely think "God, it was probably 102 degrees when this was taken."

Speaking of differences in perspectives! When Rune said that Lord Tower and Brand "didn't get along" my first instinct is best described as uh huh...sure, Jan. HOURGLASS THRONE survivors know what I'm talking about.

I also loved the stealth-worldbuilding of wandering the streets of New Atlantis with Rune and Max on their way to the Pac Bell. And did you notice the seamless way Rune interrogates Max? I literally didn't notice that that was what it was, an interrogation, until THIS REREAD, so like...yesterday. And then Rune effortlessly provokes Max to reveal his true feelings about the situation? Slow clap goes here.

Another thing I just realized this reread is that IF QUEENIE IS THE EMPRESS, IS SHE THE ONE WHO TOLD LORD TOWER MAX WAS THERE????? Because who was holding New Atlantis together in her wake? Oh, just good ol' L.T. That takes LOYALTY, a deep kind of loyalty that most political figures don't deserve, and I'm curious to see if I'm right, if the loyalty was reciprocal, or if Queenie/The Empress was still trying to call the shots from behind the scenes instead of stepping back. Also, calling it now: I don't think it was just grief that sent Queenie to ground. I think she had something to be legitimately scared of coming for her, and she bolted for her own survival. I feel this way because New Atlantis, according to Rune, treats grief differently than we might. He refers to himself as a cautionary tale, even - why would a society designed to not support victims have space for grief? So my next question is - did she participate in the raid? Or does she know something about it?

Going back to Lord Tower - this is a weird experience, this reread, because of the loss of my own Dad, but it's even weirder to realize that I can see how Rune identifies L.T. as a father figure, now. It's right there on the page, but in THT, the recognition of that role in his life was a sucker punch for me. So that's interesting. I look forward to seeing what else this reread elicits for me.

Also, what happened to that AI, KD? It's been a while...I'm just saying. Is this Chekov's AI?

Another 'love it' moment for this chapter, to close out my TEDx talk, is yet more casework, this time in the form of Rune getting info from L.T. It initially felt like a mysterious-benefactor-and-protege situation before, but like I said, this reread, I can feel the difference, and like a paperback that's gone soft as fabric from too many rereads, I hear the soft affection in Lord Tower's sigh and "Must you make me so terrifying?" quote. I also hear that paternal vibe in "Addam is special, and I worry." You even hear it in the OBVIOUS (except to Rune) matchmaking energy from Lord Tower calling Addam a "confirmed bachelor, much like you." Which I love, every time.

Favorite Quote:

"His walkabouts?" (Emphasis to try to capture Josh Hurley's narration). Honestly, Rune's entire snarky commentary is just so funny, especially now that I know what happens, and it's obvious just how not like what he expected Addam turned out to be. But that's another topic for another day.

[davepetacreates]

used to be, you and me, matching kawasaki z's, ride around 270 in kawasaki tees two fighter jets with matching energy, trying to forget that we're in ejection seats

dave leans back, sprawled on the couch. tonight is a night to relax and try not to remember. he's happy. he's happy. he's happy. he's got to remind himself of this fact. [that would be a red flag if he knew how to get in touch with his emotions at all.]

it's kind of funny, how fucked up he is... how fucked up it all is. how karkat stormed out the door, late one night, never came back. how downhill everything was from there. no one to bring him back up. old polaroids, ripped up, burned, flushed down the drain. he'll never get those memories back. and right now he doesn't want to. right now is the time to forget. or at least try not to remember. because he's happy right now.

jade is sound asleep in her bedroom, and he can hear her snoring from here, even over the (quieted) sounds of the television, which is currently playing an old superhero movie. the romance subplot makes his stomach churn a bit but it's sweet enough, he supposes. just reminds him too much.

a roll of thunder interrupts his thoughts, and he jumps, eyes darting as he sits up straight. it's safe, isn't it? he's all alone, in his apartment. calm down, dave. no one's there.

and then there's a knock on the door.

so he gets up, goes to open it. it's going to be fine. bro is dead, and dirk is with rose this weekend. it's not like anyone is going to hurt him.

he takes a look through the peephole, and it feels worse than if he'd been physically hurt.

that's karkat, back from the dead. how fucking dare he. the insolence. his first reaction is to cry, his second to yell, his third to open the door and slam it in karkat's face, his fourth to open the door and hug him, bawling. that's so uncool, but he doesn't care. karkat's alive. karkat's alive! karkat's alive.

he opens the door, tears in his eyes, no sunglasses, uncaring of the rain pouring down and soaking karkat's outfit as he pulls the shorter boy into a hug. karkat makes an oomph noise, hugging him back. "ack- strider- i'm all wet-"

"you're alive," dave says, in wonder. "i thought you'd died! gone off and committed suicide in the woods somewhere! holy hell, karkat, you're thin- come in, come in, i'll get you something."

the last time he saw karkat, the boy had been running from an abusive family, and dave accidentally said the wrong things. he has to do better. he has to work harder. he has to communicate right.

karkat hesitantly steps inside. "so, what brings you back here?" dave asks him, the air tense. "are you safe?"

"here i am," karkat grumbles. "the kid i moved in with when i left overdosed, and you were the first person i thought of to come to..."

"shit, that sucks. are you alright? want a hug or a talk or something, i guess?"

"wow, dave strider offering to talk about feelings? that's new. i never thought i'd see the fucking day," karkat snarks, and dave laughs.

"yeah, i've been... working on myself," dave admits, running a hand through his hair. "ever since you left, i realized i still had a lot to do about myself, and... well, thinking you were dead kinda made me realize my own mortality."

"i'm sorry i ran off like that," karkat says. "i know i was a fucking pissant back then, still haunts me. doesn't excuse what i did but hopefully it'll give you some closure..."

"yeah, that's fine..." dave doesn't know what to say. he just looks into karkat's eyes, and karkat looks back. "i missed you, dude."

"heh. missed you too, dave."

[yellowsugarwords]

How would the boarding school kids + Clementine react to their roommate Snoring. AND I MEAN SNORING! LIKE LEAF BLOWING!! My mother snores like a truffle pig and refuses to believe so.��

omg LMAOOOO I hope you have fun with this one :)

Clementine: Clementine would close her eyes and audibly sigh in frustration. It had been hours. Out of irritation and desperation, she stood, wandered over to Y/N’s bed, and flicked their forehead bitterly. Y/N jumped awake, gasping and smacking their forehead in shock. “Keep it down.” Was all Clementine said before turning and heading back to her bunk. Y/N simply glared at her for ruining their beauty sleep.

Marlon: Marlon would sit upright in bed, his hands pressed in thought to hisnmouth, his elbows resting against his knees. He was plotting. He needed a lasting way to ensure this problem didn’t happen again. He needed his sleep. Finally, in an hour's time, Y/N woke up and rolled over with Mitch nowhere to be found. Opening the door the following morning, /N spotted him asleep on the hallway floor, a sleeping bag draped around him. How over-dramatic.

Louis: Louis would stare at the ceiling, glaring, regretting not rooming with Marlon or Mitch. Even though they were interesting to room with, at least he could sleep when they were around. Finally, he sat up at the edge of his bed, staring at Y/N, squinting and scowling, plotting what he could do. He drew closer and placed his hands together, mock-praying for them to be quiet. Slowly coming to, Y/N groaned and rolled over. “Shut up, Louis.” Louis’ jaw dropped. “I don’t think I’m the one that should be hearing that,” he scoffed.

Violet: Violet would lay still and silent in bed, debating her plan. Finally, she’d swing her feet over the edge, grab one of her pillows, and wander up to Y/N’s bedside. Without hesitation, she would repeatedly begin smacking them with her pillow. She used all the energy she could muster having barely slept. Y/N yelped and attempted to fight back, using their arms as shields. “Keep it down, would ya?” She scoffed teasingly through a laugh. Y/N chuckled too, amused by her way of announcing their snoring problem/. “Thanks, Violet.” “Thank me by shutting up,” she said, again laughing as she curled back into her own bed.

Mitch: Mitch ground before standing, wandering over to Y/N’s bedside, and shoving them. Maybe he did so too aggressively, because Y/N smacked their face against the wall of their bedroom. Stunned, Mitch smacked a hand over his mouth. “Ow!” Y/N ground,slowly rolling over. “What the hell, Mitch?” “It was an accident,” he quickly recovered, offering a meek smile, “But, if the snoring keeps up, next time, it won’t be.” Y/N gulped, then curled back under the covers, praying their face would be spared.

Willy: Willy would always frown, irritated beyond belief at his inability to sleep. Without much thought, Willy grabbed one of his willows and wandered over to Y/.N’s bed, smacking the pillow on top of their face and holding it there. It wasn’t until Y/N shot upright did he stop. “That’s what’s going to happen to you if you don’t keep it down at night.” “I can’t help it!” Y/N pleaded, groggy and terrified from the ordeal. Willy groaned and flopped himself back into his bed. “I’m getting a new roomie tomorrow.” Y/N scoffed, feigning offense. As if they would care. A room all to themselves? Nice.

Aasim: Aasim tapped Y/N’s shoulder, watching as they slowly  began to come to. “Hey, dude,” he said softly, not wanting to startle them awake abruptly. “Your snoring is crazy loud. Did you know you snored?” Noticing the flush in their cheeks, Aasim assumed not. “Here,” he said, adjusting the pillows behind their neck. “My Dad used to snore badly when I was a kid. I know how to help,” after adjusting he smiled their way and wandered back to his bed. “Maybe you’ll Also get a better sleep now,” Aasim teased, hoping they weren’t too mortified. Luckily for both of them, they weren’t. Aasim had a way of making people feel comforted and non-judged.

Ruby: Ruby would gently wander to their bedside, rubbing their arm and shaking their shoulder to wake them. “Y/N?” She asked, watching as they slowly regained the concept of reality. “You’re being a bit loud,” R7uby said, cheeks red, praying she wasn’t embarrassing them. “Are you able to stop, or should I go sleep somewhere else?” She tried her best to explain she wasn’t upset, just wanted both of them to be comfortable and well-rested. Quietly, she excluded herself to sleep in the library, pillow and blankets in her arms, leaving Y/N to continue to sleep in peace.

Tenn: Tenn hated the snoring and adjusted his sleep schedule accordingly. Whenever Y/N was sleeping, he was drawing, writing, or reading, and whenever Y/N was awake, that’s when Tenn would rest early in the evening and early in the morning. He told only who needed to know as to why. Toward Y/N, he just said he had trouble sleeping if he wasn’t alone. At least it wasn’t a total lie. It was just to spare their feelings.

Omar: Omar would stare blankly at the ceiling, in pure disbelief that this was happening to him. He normally could sleep through almost anything, but not Y/N. No wonder he was the only one originally willing to room with them. The next day, groggily, Omar wandered up to Marlon with heavy bags under his eyes. He forced a smile Y/N’s way , then turned to the blonde seriously. “I am begging you for a room change. And don’t tell Y/N why. They’ll be embarrassed.”

Brody: Brody wouldn’t say a word. She normally was a light sleeper - as she frequented having nightmares as a kid - and normally didn’t mind the snoring as she was awake anyways. But when she wanted to sleep? There wasn’t a worse place to be. She often stuffed her head between two pillows and in the morning, when asked with concern by YN, Brody - avoiding confrontation - smiled. “I just, uh, like to keep my head warm,” she lied. She didn’t want them to feel bad. She could find another way around the problem. Or maybe she could just deal with it. For life. All to avoid conflict.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

[therealpontius]

Just for tonight…

Plot: your 3yr long relationship ended abruptly, can it be saved?

Warnings: body shaming/ sickness/ cursing/ breakup/ loneliness/ no smut

This is pt1 it ended up being longer than i thought, im not sure if i like this so much but im exited to write pt2. FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED

Wordcount: 2.4k

Part 2

"Your supposed to be my boyfriend! You never stick up for me!" Was your last words to your boyfriend, bam, 6 years ago now. You bad been sitting in aprils living room with bam, showing him the pictures you took of him on your camera when his friends all came in, his arm that was wrapped around you was whipped back to his side before his friends where in sight "yo!" They collectively shout "hey fatties here!" Dico laughed. You where bigger, not alot but definitely not as small as them. You sarcastically laughed at his joke once and ever since hes been saying it thinking it amused you, bam knew other wise though but still laughed along. Raab sat playing with a heavy football, kicking it around the place. You tried to hold bams hand but he wormed his away from you "hey chub chub catch!" Raab shouted to you, you turned round just in time for it to hit your nose full force with a crunch "fuck!" Instead of helping you they all laughed, a stream of blood coming out your nose "bam help!" "I um..." "BAM HELP ME" you screamed, the boys continued laughing. You just ran to the door, holding your nose still."Your supposed to be my boyfriend! You never stick up for me!" You shouted slamming the door shut.

Three years gone like that. No calls. No texts. Nothing...

Now you where 21, had your own small apartment in delaware. You played electric guitar at a nearby pub every weekend. Eyes still silently searching crowds for him and you hated yourself for it, he didnt even care about you so why did you still care about him?

You where headed back to west chester to visit your parents, your mom had grown really ill. The journey was three hours long and you tried to distract yourself from the overwhelming tiredness with music, it was 9am. The streets became familiar as you neared your birth town, you had missed it more than imagined.

"Mom? Dad?" You asked, opening the front door to your childhood home "sweetie!" You dad welcomed you with a warm hug, something you havent felt in too long "cmon moms in the living room" he said, leading you by your shoulder. You where met with a frail and pale looking woman, nothing like the mom you once knew. Instead of freaking out infront of her you ran to give her a hug "sweetie, dont worry. Ive had a hell of a life" she spoke softly to lighten your mood  "i know mom i just wish i could do something to help you" "well..." she pulled away from you "you could pop to the shops, your dads too lazy" she laughed, rolling her eyes "sure thing! Write a list and ill head out as soon as"

You headed to the local aldi, the one with the skate park that you took loads of pictures of bam in. You ignored any thought of him, your here for your mom.  40 minutes later you where out the shop with four bags full. Looking back at the skate park on the small walk back to the car saddened you, the memories you had there, you spent more than half of your life there. "OH SHIT" you screamed, falling on your side. You had been hit by something and you werent sure what but all you knew was that the laughs that now surrounded you where painfully familiar "oh fuck! Dude are you okay?" Oh shit.. thats bam. You kept your head on the ground hoping it would just suck you in "um yeah im fine" you sat up, seeing all the boys you once grew up with gather your groceries and bam holding his hand out to you "look we are filming a show, ill pay you in cash for any hassle is that okay?" What the fuck was he on about, he didnt even recognised you. You face flushed as he held your hand, pulling you up "hey is that fattie?" Dico says making all the boys squint at you "holy shit... chub chub..." raab gasps "yeah, you found me out" you laughed awkwardly, hands coming up in fake surrender. Bam stood, jaw open slightly "well it was good seeing you!" You said, taking you bags back, a big hand grabbed your arm "ill come with, boys heres my keys. Ill see you later" "bam..." you rolled your eyes, both of you walking toward your car "you cant just do that bam" "yes i can?"

You both get into your car and he sighs "so? Where the fuck have you been?" You can admit, he had got a bit more bratty than the last time you saw him "tone it down on the bitchyness you dont need to impress anyone here. I moved to delaware, i got a job and a house" he scoffed "delaware is shit" "how would you know bambam?" Both your faces shocked at the nickname "did you just call me bambam? You havent called me that in ages" he blushed slight "so anyways. Why did you leave me?" You rolled your eyes, why is he so quizitive? "bam look not right now okay?" "No tell me" "fine. You never stuck up for me EVER your friends would bully me all the time. Everytime they where near you would reject even going near me." A tinge of guilt shadowed his face "look im a changed person, i was eighteen then" "yeah and so was i, i would've done that to you. Bam we dated for th-" "where you going?" You where taken back by his butting in "um my moms?" "Great i havent seen her in ages… well what are you waiting for?" You reluctantly started the car GOD WHY AM I STILL DOING THINGS FOR HIM

Before the engine could even start bam was looking in the storage bits of the car "where the fuck is my h.i.m cd?!" "Its in you dipshit" you pressed the play button and the music started, bam froze in confusion "oh... you actually listen to them?" You nod silently, driving out the parking lot "sweet..." he mumbles. Something about his company wasnt unwanted, it felt natural and... happy? "I kinda missed you, y/n." He spoke, like he was embarrassed. "I missed you too bam". He got more comfortable, headbanging the way he always did making you giggle "your really looking good bam" "you too y/n, are we almost there?" "Very close, something i should probably tell you first" he raised his brow, stopping his small rave "what?" "My mums really ill, thats why im back home" "oh shit..."

You purposely get out of the car before bam, speed walking to your door "there you are! Thought u popped your clogs for a min-" "dad, someone decided to tag along me" "hey brian!" Bam greeted him with a smile, holding all your shopping bags. your dads face dropped. Your dad didnt like bam, he thought he was a 'bad example' if anything "hello brandon" he says through gritted teeth, standing aside for you both to make your way in "hey princess, long time no see!" However, your mom had always been a fan, he always flattered her "bam! Nice seeing you son!" Bam had walked into the kitchen with the bags, he knew his way around the house too well. You followed behind him, helping putting the groceries away "its weird seeing you being responsible" "me? Well you know, im just trying to make it easier for your mom" he spoke, head in the freezer putting the icecream away "it means the world to us bam thankyou" he gets up with a genuine smile you missed with your whole soul on his face "princess do you need anything in?" He shouts to your mum "all i need is a catch up from you m'love" "im great with women what can i say" he winks at you, making his way into the living room.

Four hours of bam talking about jackass, the new show he had coming up and relentless questions from your dad had passed. It had became clear that ur dad didnt really hate bam as much as he used to *KNOCK KNOCK* you stood up "ill get that!" You opened the door to ryan, novak, raab, dico and frantz looking at you like lost children "is bam here?" Novak asked "yeah hes just-" all the boys pushed by you into your living room where bam sat with a cup of tea laughing with your mom "bam we have been looking for you like crazy!" Ryan says, nodding a hello to your mom and dad "ryan please leave" you asked impatiently "its okay fattie mcfat fat we are talking to bam" dico said in his best ‘intelligent’ voice, your dad got annoyed at his comment, knowing how youve been struggling with your weight as a child "get out! Out!" He shouts, the boys running out like a flock of scared sheep. You met them out of the door "stop calling me that!" "But you think its funny?" "Ive never found it funny! Its fucking upsetting, just leave. My mums ill and shes happy around bam. Im sure you can deal without him for a little" "yeah lets go guys, sorry for the hassle" ryan apologised, all of them walking away.

You open your door to bam putting on his jacket "im so sorry about that david" "its okay brandon. We will see you later" you dad walked back to the living room and left you and bam im the hall way "im so sorry for that y/n" you shook your head "its fine call me" you slipped your number into his hands and he left with a beaming smile.

~

The next day u heard absolutely nothing from bam, your phone firm in your hand but not a single message went through. You helped your mum stay comfy, fix the heating for her, make her cups of tea and she was forever grateful "sunshine? Wheres bam?" Sunshine was a nickname bam and your mom had given you that you hadnt heard in too long "i dont know mom, he hasnt called" you tried to hide how disappointed you where "thats a shame, i found a show me mightve liked"

12am arrived and you sat in your childhood bedroom, looking at your phone as if itwould suddenly beep on. But it didnt. Instead of getting all hung up over him again you stuck on the cky disk that lay ndxt to your cd player quietly.

1am *tink* you heard a little noise but ignored it *tink* *tink* what the fuck? You looked round your room for the small noise *TINK* it sounded from your window and you opened your blinds, bam and ryan stood how they always did at the bottom, you opened your window and stuck your head out "what are you? Children?" "Yeah, we are coming up"  you watched as the two climbed up on the small roof, helping eachother out. You grabbed onto ryans clammy hand to help him and he helped bam in "cky? Awesome!" Ryan said loudly, walking to the cd player "ryan shut the fuck up my parents are home" "what are you? A child?" You smacked his head with the back of your hand. Ryan was like the cousin you would only see occasionally. Bam lay in your bed behind you, you felt like you had two toddlers twaddling around all curious "sorry y/n i cant stay for long, bam told me not to" ryan said looking back at you both, the light against his face showing his growing facial hair  "that wasnt the excuse we practiced pube face" bam groaned "whaaat? Im forgetful remember?" Ryan said sarcastically, they went on like a married couple too often.

30 minutes later, ryan was leaving out the window leaving only you and bam "this room hasnt changed at all" He spoke taking your attention away from the window where you watched ryan walk back to his house "i havent been in it for 5 years, you laughed, looking around "what happened to the camera?" "The camera? OH" you searched under your bed for the professional camera that you had gotten with your own money in the 90s, coated in dust "i retired her alittle" you laughed. Bam put his arm around you the way he always did when you would show him the pictures and held you close. The pictures loaded up as you went through them, the occasional funny ones or ones where he fell appeared.

They brought you back to that point in your life when you would run away with him, drinking in abandoned skateparks and annoying the locals. 'Outlaws' , 'misfits' they called you. You laughed in their faces, so unaware of what was to come.

"god these are so good" he laughed, eventually you came across a picture of you two kissing and skipped by it quickly "hey what was that?" Bam laughed, skipping back "wow shes gorgeous i wonder where she is now" he nudged you "SHE is? Have you saw him?" You nudged him back "y/n?" "Yes bam bam?" "Can i kiss you?" Your face flushed and you looked at him supprised, instead of answering you kissed him, his warm hand coming up to cradle your face. You didnt want to have sex with him, you didnt need to. All you wanted was to feel whole again with him, the feeling of having him near was all you wanted "i missed you" you whispered, bringing your head down onto his shoulder "why didnt you call or visit me after i left you?" He brought his arms around you "i was scared" "scared?" "I didnt want to admit that i was a shitty boyfriend" “did you even think of contacting me?” “No… im sorry. I was a naive child” “so was i” he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead “so when are you going back?” “Tomorrow..." "tomorrow ?!" He freaks out grabbing your hands and pulling away from the hug "why are you leaving me so soon" you laugh alittle "bam i have a job, a house" "friends?" Your face drops.

Maybe delaware wasnt a bad place to live in but god you where fucking lonley. Day after day after day you would wake up in a double bed alone hoping that somehow you would wake up in the warm embrace of him.

"i dont need friends" "y/n cmon, you got a good thing here in westchester" bam brought your hands up to his face as he looked deep into your eyes “bam its not that simple, i cant just give up my life” “well tonight im going to make up for being so shitty. Get your shit together we are going”

[scifrey]

NINE-TENTHS

Part Five

You remember what I told you about the Inciting Incident? Well, this is where it matters.

Because that alarm clock?

It sucks. 

Stu was right, and I couldn't tell when the light got bright. I am stupid-lucky my brain wakes up on its own, shouting something is wrong! It takes me thirty solid seconds of staring at the display to figure out what 'something wrong' is. 

I am very late.

I freaking run to Beanevolence, throbbing head down, gulping on air to keep from puking because I am so very hungover, and hoping I don't bowl someone over. I'm envisioning a line of pissed off suits waiting by the door, tapping expensive shoes on the filthy pavement. Or Hadi writing out a pink slip. She'd do it, too, even if she had to go buy the pink paper specifically for the dramatic gesture. 

Rounding the corner, I'm both relieved and horrified to see there's only one person waiting. Shit. I've totally screwed the morning rush. That's hundreds of bucks Hadi is out.

Then my stomach swoops, because it’s him. The guy I’d thought for a hopeful split-second had been at the bar last night. 

Now is not the time to be kicking yourself.

Now is the time to open the goddamn door, and make some coffee, and steal some of the weapons-grade painkillers Hadi keeps in her desk. Hangover Headaches are the worst. The fact that I did it to myself makes it even worse-er. Worser? Whatever, I hurt too much right now to care whether that's a real word or not. 

He’s in his usual uniform: a tailored-within-an-inch-of-its-life waistcoat, button-down, and dress pants combo, this time the yellow-and-hunter green check. Flattering, but not my fave. The newspaper under his arm is in French today. He looks slightly desperate for his caffe tobio. That’s a short pull of espresso doppio'd into drip-coffee. Hard core. If I didn't know what he was, I'd say it was a macho drink ordered to intimidate, like dudes who eat hot sauce that's too spicy to look cool. But who knows what caffeine does to people like him? Maybe coffee alone isn't enough to give him his morning perk. Maybe he just likes the taste.

"Sorry," I say, as I swoop in.

The split-tongue steps back, gesturing to the door. This close to him, I can tell he's got that weird aftershave on. It's smoky-amber, with musky deep undertones of fermenting grapes that one field trip too many to peninsula wineries has tattooed on my brain. 

"You're late—" he starts, and I shouldn't call him a split-tongue, even in my own head. He doesn't lisp. 

What he does do is talk in a skin-tinglingly precise accent that’s British in the vowels and hard Canadian on the consonants. It’s arresting, and lyrical. He even rolls his 'r's a little and, okay, I have wondered how you get a forked tongue to do that. The point is, it's the kind of accent no one else has had in decades. Maybe centuries, I don't know. 

I mean, I have no idea what the dude's name is, let alone his age. Kind of a rude thing to ask. 

"I'm aware," I grunt.

"Allow me—" It takes me a second to realize he's trying to get at the door to, what, open it for me? Like some sort of romantic hero?

Oh, no.

No.

That's cute.

That will not do.

I can feel his body heat , and my brain is seriously not online enough to separate last night's fantasies from reality, and arrggggh. 

"I got it," I say, a bit stronger than is polite. 

His eyes snap wide. This close, the sunflower yellow of them is flecked with sparks of warm amber. He blinks a few times, the gold-leaf freckles that dance across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose getting lost in a mortified flush. 

Shit, I'm being an asshole. 

"Sorry," I say again. "Can you just… let me actually open first?"

He stands there, all handsome and forlorn. "I thought you might be ill—" 

I drag my under-caffeinated gaze from his mouth—this close I can see that the upper peak of his lips are so perfectly shaped they look like they've been tattooed there. I don't think I've ever seen his elegant face composed into anything except a politely thoughtful expression of near-nothingness, sort of like if resting bitch face had a refined older brother. But now he looks hang-dog.

I want coffee. 

I want him to back off. 

(I want to kiss him.) 

I'm so hungover. 

He is so pretty in the morning light.

I'm being so uncooly feral. 

What is wrong with me today? I bet if I'd actually gotten laid last night I wouldn't be staring at him like he's the last donut. 

"Fine, come in."

He heads for his usual front corner table. He must know he looks good sitting there. Possibly he likes this table because he likes his back to the wall, and a full view of the street. Hadi painted the support columns of the old black building the same blazing bronze as her logo, and they do frame the view nicely. And him. Or maybe he just likes the warmth from the windows—it could be a cold-blooded lizard thing. But honestly, I really think he's doing it just to torment me.

'Cause when the sun hits the front of the building just right, it sparks off his spun-copper hair, lines his high cheekbones and beaky nose in gold, gilds his shining freckles, and lends a flush of warmth to his otherwise cream-pale skin. 

(What? I’m still a writer at heart. I’ve already decided exactly how I'd describe him on paper. Don’t judge me.)

God, I'm thirsty. 

I lie to myself and pretend I mean I need something to drink. 

The fact that I can almost hear the syrupy anime love theme every time I look at him is the unfairest kind of bullshit imaginable. I am a trashperson, lusting after him when the most we've ever spoken before today was the time he miraculously asked for a second caffe tobio (he'd had bruises under his eyes like thumbprints. I'd wanted to ask him if he was okay, but he was back to his table so quick and—) 

Maybe Gem is right and I do need to lay off the romance novels. 

(Never.) 

Thirsty. Focus on the coffee.

Right. 

Maybe I need a glass of ice-water instead. 

Maybe just a whole-ass cold shower.

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[gaoau]

Wednesday 5th – Happy Birthday

The Girl Upstairs warnings — none. word count — 827

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Rare were the nights the knocks fell upon Akaashi's door. Ever since he first introduced himself to his neighbor, he would always be the one to knock on her door. Be it to check on her, to question her, or to drag her out of that unforgiving, freezing, bottomless pit [Name] called her apartment — her home. Whichever reason he had, the one standing on the other side of the door was always Akaashi.

He had walked to open it wondering in his head who could be calling for him on a Wednesday night. His friends? Not likely. His family? Too late for that. A neighbor? That didn't make any sense. In his tired evening brain, [Name] did not classify as a neighbor. Which could explain the unhinged jaw and perplexed blinking he greeted [Name], indeed a neighbor, with.

He had grown used to that unspoken custom he and [Name] had developed in their relationship. But when [Name] decided to unexpectedly break it, he found himself enjoying the satisfying feeling of a pleasant surprise.

She stood at his threshold, covering half of her smile with her teal scarf, and holding a white plastic bag in her dominant hand. Her cheeks and nose were painted with a faint red tint, indirectly whispering to him [Name] had been outside.

"[Name]-san? What brings you here?"

"Hey, Keiji-san, uh… How do I…? Um…" As Akaashi cocked a questioning brow at her fumbling for words, [Name] cleared her throat. "Konoha-san told me it was your birthday today? I really hope he didn't lie, otherwise I'll just die tonight instead." Her last sentence shot out of her mouth in a swift mumble, eyes traveling to the side.

Akaashi chuckled. She was just nervous, of course. The flush on her skin seemed to deepen at the sound of his laughter. "It is my birthday today, don't worry."

"Oh." [Name] blinked her doubts away, the embarrassment in her cheeks dissipating. She offered him an apologetic smile. "Sorry for not saying anything until now."

"No, it's fine, you didn't know."

"Yeah, I guess, but still. I thought I'd take the opportunity to thank you properly. You know, for nursing my wounds and everything else."

"Ah, you shouldn't have bothered." He spouted words of courtesy on instinct, only realizing too late how much [Name] hated them. The warm gesture on her lips flattened out. She glared at him with a raised brow and narrowed eyes. "Come on in." His hand traveled up to rub his neck under the intensity of her unamused eyes. He moved to the side to allow her entrance.

"I asked Bokuto-san for your favorite food and failed miserably," she giggled to herself while placing her shoes by the door. "So I went to Konoha-san again and tried making what he told me. Still, I brought store-bought onigiri just in case."

After disposing of her winter clothing, she turned to Akaashi with a smile as she lifted the grocery bag in the air. From inside the bag [Name] revealed a sealed box of onigiri as promised, and a see-through container.

"Thanks a lot, [Name]-san."

Akaashi was quick to get a pair of bowls, glasses, and chopsticks. While [Name] set the table to look presentable, Akaashi brought two bottles of tea to match their dinner. Black tea for her, green tea for him. Soon, they were seated on their respective chairs, bowls filled with rich green rape blossoms.

"Really, the onigiri would've been just fine."

"Come on, I'm here to thank you for being a great dude. Just take it."

"Well, remind me your birthday so I can pay you back for all this."

[Name] laughed. "No, you won't need to do that. Shall we eat, then?" She clasped her hands together in thanks.

Akaashi mirrored her actions. She had avoided yet another one of his questions. With an amused smile, he offered his gratitude for the food. "Let's dig in."

He knew he was eating on his own, feeling the weight of [Name]'s attentive eyes pressing down on him. He took a bite and savored the flavor of his meal of choice. [Name] watched as he swallowed.

He hummed. "Mediocre at best." His voice was stern.

"Don't be mean!" Although her lips twisted into a frown, the laughter spilled from her mouth and made her shoulders bounce. She took a bite of her own in-between giggles. "It's better than I expected. I know it's usually a Spring food, but I may not be around by then."

"Ah, right, you're graduating." [Name] hummed. "That's fine. The season doesn't matter when this is really good. Great job, [Name]-san."

"Happy birthday, Keiji-san." Her smile spoke to Akaashi more than [Name] ever did. It brimmed with warmth and satisfaction, and that fulfilling feeling praise brought. Akaashi noticed how it matched the spark in her eyes.

[peachiejeongin]

End Up Here | Hwang Hyunjin

Synopsis: His head was spinning from the moment you walked in. Now, all he could think about is how you ended up where you were...

Pairing: Hyunjin x fem!Reader (Reader uses she/her pronouns)

Genre: Crack, Suggestive, Fluffy Elements

Warnings: Mild swearing, sex is implied but not directly mentioned, not proofread [Let me know if I missed any!]

Song Inspiration: End Up Here - Five Seconds of Summer

“And when I wake up next to you, I wonder how -- how did we end up here?”

Hyunjin could not keep his eyes off of you.

The current setting -- a college orientation party -- was dull. There was no one there Hyunjin knew let alone wanted to talk to, nothing interesting worth partaking in, and it was obvious that no one wanted to be there.

That was until you walked in.

The moment you did, everyone’s attention turned from the increasing monotonous party to you, including Hyunjin’s; although, he made a humane choice of admiring you from a distance.

You were gorgeous, there was no denying that. You were engulfed in an over-sized black hoodie, which nearly covered the matching black denim shorts. Every feature on your face looked, to Hyunjin, like the gods themselves had sculpted you. 

His head was spinning, watching your every action from a distance; the way you moved to the low music that was playing, your chill demeanor when approaching someone, even the way your fingers fidgeted with the strings of your hoodie when you seemed nervous. You were way too cool, he thought.

Hyunjin’s mind was so cluttered that he did not even notice that you had moved. It was only until you were directly in front of them that he snapped back to reality.

“Hey, Pretty Boy. What’s up?” Hyunjin could not bring himself to believe it. He looked behind him to see if you were really talking to him of all people. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment went he realized he was pressed against a wall. “Yes, you, Dude,” you quickly say as if you read his current thoughts.

“Oh,” he mutters, almost inaudibly. “Hi. Um, nothing’s up. You?” He’s flustered, undoubtedly. You did not mind, finding the boy’s rattled state adorable.

“Heh, nothing’s up with me either. I, uh, saw you staring at me.” 

‘Oh shit,’ Hyunjin thought as his mind ran a million miles a minute, no thought going through it being positive. You probably thought he was the biggest creep on planet Earth now after catching him gazing for only Heaven knows how long. As such, thousands of apologies spilled from Hyunjin’s lips all at once. You found this endearing as well, quickly calming the young man down.

“It’s no big deal, Dude. I actually thought it was cute, so I wanted to come to talk to you,” you respond, unfazed in contrast to Hyunjin’s panic. You...wanted to talk to him? “By the way, I like your shirt. Nirvana’s one of my favorite artists.” Hyunjin glances down to his own t-shirt, a Cobain one at that. 

Hyunjin thought the universe was playing a trick on him. First, you approach him; subsequently, you compliment him. Was this real life right now?!

“Oh, thanks!” he somehow manages to get out, pushing all his thoughts aside and only diverting his attention to you.

“What’d’ya say we get out of here, yeah?” a playful smirk to pries at your lips as you say this. 

“Don’t we have to stay until 10:00? Uni orders?” Hyunjin’s model-student nature suddenly comes over him. He does not remember the last time he snuck out of a school event, if there was even a time he did.

“Oh, please. No one ever stays at these things. Who do you see here actually having fun?” Provoked by your words, Hyunjin glances around the noticeably smaller crowd of “party-goers.” No one seemed joyous; in fact, everyone’s mood seemed noticeably glum now that the seemingly god who just graced everyone with her presence found someone to preoccupy herself with. Therefore, he nodded, a shy smile etching itself onto his face. Hell, he had nothing better to do for the night, so why not?

“Awesome!” you suddenly takeoff upon your response, causing Hyunjin to take off after you, giggling as he did so. Before he knew it, he had caught up with you in the parking lot, and both of you were laughing like two kids in the middle of candy store. 

“So, uh, where do we go?” Hyunjin nervously asks, rubbing the nape of his neck. The short-coming fabric of his beige sweater rose up a bit, which you immediately took notice of, blushing in response. You quickly diverted your attention back to the taller male’s question.

“Well, I don’t live too far away from here. Walk me home?” you suggested. Hyunjin nodded in response, a thin smile now present in contrast to his previous anxiety-stricken expression.

“So, Pretty Boy,” you suddenly started whilst beginning the venture to your apartment, “tell me about yourself.” All words seemed to escape Hyunjin at that moment; he could not remember a single characteristic of himself. You took notice of this, aiding the boy with your next question: “Okay first off, what’s your name so I don’t have to resort to calling you ‘Pretty Boy?’”

“Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin,” he mumbles, adding emphasis on his surname. “Um, I’m a freshman here, majoring in art...I’m twenty-two, I like dancing and stuff...yeah!” he surprisingly ends his self-describing ramble with enthusiasm, to which you giggle at. “What about you?”

“That’s cool, Hyunjin. As for me, I’m a sophomore this year, I’m majoring in literature, I’m twenty-four, and I like music and stuff,” you playfully mock the way Hyunjin finished, eliciting a scoff from his end.

“Okay, Mockingbird,” he jokes. Surprisingly, he found himself beginning to ease up around you. “What kind of music you like?”

“Hmm, I’m more into classic stuff: Metallica, Lynyrd Skynrd, Jon Bon Jovi, all the good stuff.” Hyunjin whips his head around at the mention of Bon Jovi, and you grin at his sudden interest. “You like any of those groups?”

“Bon Jovi’s one of my favorites, actually!” he says happily. “My favorite song is ‘Livin’ on a Prayer.’“

“No shit, same!” Your excitement is off the rails at this sudden affinity. 

You spend the rest of the walk back to your apartment getting to know each other even more and goofing around as you do so, occasionally making suspicious comments every time the other party said something that could be taken out of context. At last, you reach your apartment, and Hyunjin sighs. He finds himself not wanting his time with you tonight to end.

“You know, you can come in for a bit if you’d like,” you suddenly recommend, noting his apparent disappointment. “I live alone, so I don’t think anyone will really care.”

“You went zero to one-hundred in a second,” he chuckles teasingly.

“Eh, this isn’t the first time I’ve invited a pretty boy into my house...kidding, of course,” you respond, your demeanor coming off more alluring than you had intended. Hyunjin eyes you up and down as you stand slightly over him in your raised door way. “But, there’s a first time for everything, right?” you add on.

Hyunjin hikes up to the step directly in front of you, now towering over you. The meekness you had already become accustomed to was gone, you noticed, a teasing smirk now threatening to break through.

“Can I do something incredibly stupid?” he suddenly asks you, throwing you for a bit of a loop. 

“Y’know what, go for it.” Upon your permission, Hyunjin encapsulates you in a kiss, the submissive side of him previously present now entirely diminished. One of your hands makes its way to Hyunjin’s cheek to deepen the kiss while the other struggles to open the door behind you.

---

Hyunjin awakes in an unfamiliar location. Bright sunshine peeks through thin curtain shades as he takes in his surroundings. The bedding was white, in contrast to his grey. He did not recognize the fairy lights, currently deactivated, hanging from the ceiling, and he one-hundred percent did not have a vanity mirror in his room.

He turns over on his side, finally taking account of you laying peacefully beside him. He remembers the events from last night and smiles upon recollection.

Hyunjin slowly stands up, retrieving each piece of clothing he had discarded last night. He looks back over to you, once again taking account of your tranquility. The only difference now being that your eyes were beginning to flutter open.

“Morning,” you sleepily mumble. “Leaving without saying goodbye?” you noticeably frown. Hyunjin looks down at the pile of clothes in his hands then back to you. He shakes his head in response.

“Nah, I can wait a few moments.” He climbs back under the fluffy comforter, instinctively snaking an arm around your bare waist, causing you to smile.

‘Man,’ you both simultaneously thought.

‘How did we end up here?’

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Note: Hello, Darlings! Enjoy this short one-shot that suddenly came to my mind while I was listening to 5SOS! I know it’s a bit short and not as organized compared to my other stories; however, I thought it was a cute scenario and needed to get it out of my head :’) Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed! <3

[erodasfishtacos]

Hiii bestie!!! Could you write about y/n being in danger and gang Harry gets all worried and scared (of course) and saves her. (I love your stories so much)

warning: violence, blood, guns

Harry was waiting for YN at home after she was going to the store to buy tampons (he offered to go but he normally bought the wrong kind).

He’s watching a game of football as he also continuously glances at the clock - keeping time of how long she’s been gone.

After twenty-five minutes, he gets a bit impatient, he wanted to start their movie night (sue him sometimes he liked cute romantic shit).

When he rings her mobile, it picks up after the first ring, and what he hears next sends a straight chill down his spine.

“We were waiting for you to call, Diablo,” A gruff, smokey voice rasps through the speaker of his wife’s phone.

His heart fucking drops but anger takes over in mere seconds as he’s off the couch and storming to their secret weapons room through a hidden passageway.

“What the fuck do y’cunts want?” Harry hisses furiously, unsure of who exactly this voice belongs to on the other end.

He hears a whimper in the background. He’d know that sound anywhere - usually he heard it when she was underneath him but right now it sounded pained and scared.

“If you fuckin’ hurt - I guarantee you that your whole family will be dead by tomorrow,” Harry promises, pushing down the panic as he grabs a duffel to begin shoving a shotgun and assault rifle in.

His desert eagle was tucked in his waistband already - were it always sat.

On his burner phone, he manages to text and send out the GPS location of where his wife is at - idiots most likely don’t know that he has a tracker on her phone.

There was also a GPS tracker embedded in the ‘H’ necklace she always wore right behind the three small diamonds so no one would ever be able to spot it.

“Business. We know you have a shipment going into the South Bay at midnight. Rumor has it you have 6 million pounds of coke on their,” The man replies.

Bingo.

Harry automatically realizes that this dude is a fucking idiot and fell for a diversion tactic - that shipment was being delivered on the other side of the city at three in the morning.

He didn’t get to be the most dangerous, successful gang leader without his own skills and manipulation of his own.

Harry always had to try to pick off the rats and snitches in his gang because people like to squeal for money and drugs.

Every opportunity he got, he told a couple of his rookie members fake information to see if they’d betray him.

It looks like someone was given fake information that Harry had fed two newer members earlier in the week.

“Why the fuck would y’idiots just sneak attack? Why the fuck d’you have my wife?” Harry snarls, getting a influx of text from his associates stating they’re on their way.

“We were actually going to be nice, just hold her until you agree - not hurt her, you know? But your little bitch managed to kill two of my men before we could wrangle her.”

Thatta girl.

God, he really fucking loved his wife and had no fear of putting his on life on the line to protect her - would take a bullet for her any day.

“I can’t wait t’find you and torture you until you’re begging for me to just put you out of your misery,” Harry promises, his heart pounding, vein protruding from his forehead.

“You really shouldn’t threaten me when I have this pretty little number of yours tied up to a chair with a gun to her head,” The man laughs with amusement, “I’ll have you talk to her now.”

Harry hears the man bark at YN, “Speak bitch!”

“He-hello?” YN whimpers pathetically, “Baby, I need help.”

And it sounds wrong - but relief flushes through him at the sound of her pleas. It was completely an act because it’s not truly how she sounds when she’s scared.

“Brat, y’faking it right now right?” Harry makes sure, getting onto the interstate - uncaring of stop signs and red lights.

“Yes. Yes, come get me. Yes, baby,” YN continues and god, she could win an Oscar for her performance and it really shouldn’t get him hard right now.

-

When he pulls up to a brick building that looks abandoned, his men are already shooting with visible bodies collapsed on the floor.

Harry yanks his favorite assault rifle out of his trunk, tugging the strap over his head, and positioning it as he strides forward.

“Boss, we haven’t cleared it completely. You can’t go in yet,” Niall informs him as he reload quickly, breathing heavy.

“I don’t fuckin’ care. My wife’s in there,” Harry snaps, quickly taking out the last two visible men before he is able to step through the door.

He is about to turn a corner and a man steps out from behind it - Harry doesn’t hesitate to lay his heavily-clad ringed knuckles straight into his face knocking him down before landing one fatal shot.

When he steps into a bare, musky old basement - his beautiful wife is tied to a chair, ropes keeping her arms tied behind her, and a cloth in her mouth.

“‘Bout time you showed up,” The rival states, standing behind his wife with a gun running along her skin.

She’s still in her holey tee shirt and biker shorts with white sneakers that were blood sodden like her clothing.

Harry illuminates pure fury when his gaze meets her - but her eyes are twinkling like she knows something he doesn’t.

He noticed that there was a high concentration of blood near her left side and that the fabric was torn - he had cut her and she was bleeding.

But she spits out the rag, rasping out to her husband in a teasing tone, “Took you long enough, dickhead,” before she’s slipping her hands from the restraints that she had gotten out of in mere minutes.

Her hand goes right for the man’s crotch - taking him by complete surprise, he hunches over and YN is able to get off the chair and knee him straight in the nose.

“S’your turn now,” YN replies, “I need to bandage this to stop the bleeding - it’s just superficial.”

Harry doesn’t remember much from that point on beside the fact that he pulled that man’s teeth out one by one and just as he had told him - by the time Harry was done with him he’d being begging for death.

And boy did he beg for Harry to just end it because Harry’s torture methods was worse than being dead to the world.

After he’s done, he nods at his men to clean up the mess, and finds his wife instantly, intertwining their hands and assuring her, “I’ll stick y’up when we get home.”

-

YN’s sat on their bathroom countertop in nothing but a clean pair of underwear after Harry had gently bathed her dirt and blood away.

She had quieted, the confidence and adrenaline having faded off, and she lets out a loud whimper when he begins to thread the needle through her tender, swollen skin.

“M’sorry, my queen,” Harry apologizes sympathetically as he threads through to close up the wound.

“Hurts,” His wife hisses with a crack in her voice, hands resting on his bare shoulders as he concentrates on her side.

“It’s done, did s’good baby,” He murmurs encouragingly, disposing of the items before cupping her jaw, “How are y’feelin’?”

“I’m fine,” She replies instantly, swallowing and avoiding his gaze.

“You’re not okay and that’s okay,” Harry reminds her, chest hurting when tears start to dribble down her cheeks.

“I was scared,” She whispers, “And all I wanted was you.”

“Baby, baby fuckin’ look at me,” Harry urges, tilting her chin up and hands coming to massage at her thighs, “M’sorry I wasn’t there right away, I fucking would die for you.”

It was amazing how much YN changed Harry.

-

Jaymee was a really sweet girl, bright puppy dog eyes and a wide smile with cherub cheeks, “That was amazing,” she had giggles after Harry rolls off of her.

“Get the fuck out now,” He dismisses, swinging his legs off the bed and pulling on his briefs.

Her face drops, “But…we just? I thought tha-“

Harry cuts her off there, crushing the cute girl’s dreams when he scoffs, “Y’thought what? I didn’t want anything from you but your cunt. I don’t cuddle or give a single fuck - so get the fuck out.”

-

“You’re my soulmate, fuckin’ crazy with how gone I am for you,” Harry follows the sentence but a line of kisses across her breasts and collarbones.

“Please, need it,” YN requests lowly, hand coming to tangle into his curls and lead him to her breast to suck at her hard nipple.

“Y’side, brat,” Harry reminds her, “Let just lay y’out, make y’come, and then we can cuddle, okay?”

And he does, spread her out on their bed, licks deep into her until she’s quivering with pleasure, and then tucks her right into his chest and he soothes her to sleep.

[octoberobserver]

A Regular Fuckin' Frank Sinatra

(Read on ao3)

“Some day, when I'm awfully low, when the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you, and the way you look tonight…”

“Holy shit.”

Eddie Kaspbrak whirled around, skillet in hand, fried onions spilling out over the side and landing on the floor with a splat. 

“Fuck, Richie, don’t sneak up behind me, man! The last time that happened, an alien made me a human fucking shishkebob.”

Richie blinked, gaping at him as if he was somehow a charitable intruder that had taken it upon himself to cook them dinner in his kitchen.

“Sorry,” he mumbled eventually, his cheeks flushed as he cleared his throat, “you uh...you can sing.”

Eddie, who was busy wiping up the mess off the floor, straightened up, brow furrowed. 

“What?”

Richie moved so fast he practically teleported across the room, gesturing wildly. 

“You—you can fucking sing, Eddie! How—how do I not know that about you? I know fucking everything about you.” 

“You do not.”

Eddie flushed as he thought of that one big thing in particular Richie absolutely did not, could never, know.

“I did,” Richie insisted with pointed finger, stepping even closer. 

Eddie held his ground, tilting his chin up.

“Back when we were kids,” Richie continued, something indecipherable in his gaze, “I knew you inside and out, dude. How the fuck did you hide the fact that you’re a regular fuckin' Frank Sinatra?”

Eddie turned back to what remained of his onions. 

He shrugged. 

“I can...hold a note, Richie. That doesn’t mean I can—”

“The fuck it doesn’t! Have you heard yourself? Fuck Kelly Clarkson - you’re the American Idol, man. Shit, I gotta tell the oth—”

“Don’t!” 

Richie stopped dead in his tracks as Eddie grabbed his shoulder, his fingers digging hard into his skin, through his shirt. 

“Why?” He asked, his back still turned. 

Eddie slowly let his hand drop. 

Richie’s stomach flipped at the loss. 

“It’s...embarrassing,” Eddie spoke to his shoes, “I don’t...I don’t sing for other people. Just, for me. It’s...mine.”

Richie nodded, understanding passing between them as he moved to lean against the fridge, his arms crossing over his chest as he watched Eddie get back to his dish.

“I still can’t believe I never knew you had the pipes of an angel.”

Eddie winced, adding a pinch of salt, “How do you make everything sound like a sex joke?” 

“Natural talent,” Richie shrugged, “but seriously, man. You...you’re talented.”

If Eddie’s face felt a little hot, he could blame the oven rising the temperature in the kitchen. 

“Thanks.”

Richie gave a heavy sigh, letting his head bang back against the fridge door as he lamented to the ceiling, “I just wish 13-year-old me could have heard baby Spagheds belt one out.”

“Sounds like another sex joke,” Eddie rolled his eyes as he stirred the sauce, “and besides, I could have been singing karaoke every damn day, but you were too busy belting out Eddie My Love to hear anything over your own crowing.”

Richie gave him a gentle punch to his shoulder. 

“Fuck you! I’ve the voice of—”

“Cameron Diaz from My Best Friend’s Wedding, only sadder and drunker.”

A beat passed where they listened to the pan sizzle.

“That’s...fair.”

They laughed, Richie opening the fridge to take out a beer. 

“Bill wants his gross craft shit. I don’t get it, man. It tastes like fucking piss and gasoline had a one-night-stand and produced a disgusting love-child.”

Eddie hummed at his friend’s theatrics, beginning to dish up the food, letting his eyes rake up and down Richie as he turned his back to grab another beer that, despite his protests, Eddie had zero doubt was for him.

Richie had dressed up for dinner. One of their biannual Losers reunions that they, as roommates of four months, were hosting this time around. 

The navy shirt and black slacks fit him like a glove. 

Eddie shoved an extra roast potato onto Beverly’s plate. It was the least he could do for her invaluable fashion choices.

“Never, ever change...keep that breathless charm,” he sang softly under his breath as he began to turn everything off, hyper aware that the only sound now was his voice, “won’t you please arrange it? 'Cause...I love you, just the way you look tonight…”

He could feel Richie watching him out of the corner of his eye, but he kept his own gaze forward, his heart hammering against his ribcage. 

“I...I thought it was just for you?”

Eddie shrugged, still unable to look at him and instead focussed on arranging the seven plates to his standard.

“Yeah, well. You’ve always been the exception, Rich.”

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(Can be read as a one-shot, OR PART TWO)

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