#dude who literally refuses to say hello or good morning back to me came in my cube and started talking ab what was on my screen

[shorkbrian]

Hello I went to IKEA yesterday and got myself a BLÅHAJ (giant plush shark) now I have TWO giant shark plushies on my bed and I’m in heaven. ANyways it got me thinking? A yandere and plushies?? 

Warnings - NSFW, non con, dub con, Tamaki is a voyuer without your consent, Kirishima is sweet but deluded, Bakugou is mean but caring, and Dabi is straight up AwfulTM

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KIRISHIMA

Would be so soft, notice how you have plushies littering your bed at home so he’ll buy you some. Even if you’re the kind of person who doesn’t have plushies crowding their bed, he’s still gonna buy them for you.

He likes giving them to you, thinks it’s romantic when he presents them with a bundle of flowers. You think it’s anything but,  yet still accept the stuffed animal begrudgingly because it’s so soft and cuddly. 

It becomes a comfort object, something you can’t seem to let go of. If you’re watching tv, the stuffed animal is on the couch too. Making food? The plushie is set next to you on the counter where you can grab it. At night-time it’s clutched in your arms, suffocated against your chest the very same way Kiri clutches you to his.

Getting fucked silly? The plushie is crushed in your arms as you cry, and Kiri thinks it’s so cute and it makes his heart clench. Something about it makes him go wild, maybe it’s how small you seem, how innocent with a stuffed animal wrapped in your arms as if it could protect you from his relentless kisses.

He loves you so much, he’s always buying you plushies. Kirishima catches on the fact that they’re a comfort object for you, something that you use to ground yourself when something stresses you out.

He always brings your biggest plushie to you when he’s gonna fuck you hard, like the kind, considerate man he is. It’s so big that you can wrap both arms around it while you sob, while he ruts into you like a wild animal.

Likes laying you over your plushie and watches you cry into it as he fucks you so good you’re screaming in ecstasy. Kiri especially loves fucking you early in the morning or late at night, turns you on your side and has sleepy sex while you sniffle and hold your stuffed animal.

He accidentally rips one of them one time while he’s fucking you, he got too excited and wanted to see your face as you came, tried to pull the plushie out of your arms and ended up ripping it in half.

You had cried so hard and he felt so bad, bought you ten more plushies and giant candy bar to make up for it. For the next few weeks he was so, so gentle with you, pushing down his primal urges to get feral and use you like a whore whenever he saw you being unwittingly cute and sexy as you went about your day.

Although, to be honest it’s not hard for you to be sexy. You bend over and he wants to rip off your clothes, bury himself into your pussy. You stretch to get a glass off a high shelf and he wants to lift you onto the counter, make you kneel so he can eat out your pussy. You literally walk across the floor and the big man is salivating at the sight of your breasts bouncing slightly underneath your top, wants to pull and suck at them until they’re red and sore. But like a good loevr, he holds himself back and only pulls you to the bedroom and treats you gently. For a few weeks at least, until he can’t take it anymore.

Then it’s back to rabid fuck-sessions whenever you do so much as breathe

If you upset him (please try not to), The plushie will get ripped out of your hands, discarded onto the floor. He won't let you grab it before he’s lifting you up against the wall, tearing off your shorts and sheathing his cock inside of you. 

When that happens, you have nothing left to hold but him. Kirishima doesn’t like getting upset with you, but deep down he really relishes the way you grab and clutch at him like he’s your lifeline. 

BAKUGOU

Doesn’t really think much about it, but maybe he sees a cute ad or something pretty in a store window and it reminds him of you. Probably he saw the plushie bought it for you cause he wants to see you holding it. 

Gives it to you, but doesn’t really think much of it after that. Thinks it’s cute how you had blushed when he pulled the silky soft stuffed animal out of the bag. You had been surprised, because usually Bakugou is buying you lewd outfits or lingerie, not cute plushies. You were honestly kind of grateful that you wouldn’t have to model your gift for the man; he always insisted you do with everything else he bought for you.

It doesn’t bother him that you leave it on the bed. Honestly, he doesn’t even think of it. But when he sees you tucking it underneath the covers like a little kid, he gets lost in thought.

Dude probably hadn’t even thought about kids, but seeing you be so soft and sweet to a inanimate toy had him fantasizing about the future with you. You would be a great mother, and he’d be a good father. 

And that’s how Bakugou ends up with a breeding kink. 

When he crawls over you the first night, groaning about making a kid that’d be so smart and strong and great, you panic. You don’t want a kid with him, he’s volatile and explosive and abusive, it’s a recipe for disaster. 

You beg and cry and plead with him to keep you on the pill, and you do to so sweetly and utterly humiliate yourself while doing so, and Bakugou can’t tell you no. So he promises that it won’t happen just yet.

But if you’re bad? He’s gonna hold you down and fuck into you so fast that you get dizzy, threaten to flush the birth control pills down the toilet. He runs his mouth, goes on and on about how he’ll fuck you until you’re swollen with his kids, how your tits will get so big and round and full of milk and he’ll suck and bite at them everyday.

After that threat, you try your hardest to always be good.

TAMAKI

Obviously is too shy to kidnap you just yet. The ravenette gets you one of those nanny-cam bears, one that has a camera inside without it being obvious.

He stutters as he gives it to you, ears bright red, shuffling his shoes and not able to meet your eyes. Says its because the little animal reminded him of you, that they’re his favorite and immediately bites his tongue after he admits that.

You probably think it’s cute, smile as he pushes it into your hands. You can’t tell that the poor man is almost cumming in his pants when his hands brush against your arm. You know he’s shy, so it’s not surprising that he immediately bolts as soon as he’s given you the stuffed animal.

A camera doesn’t even cross your mind, Tamaki too innocent and you too trusting. The stuffed animal gets placed in your armchair, the one in your bedroom that you sit in to read. Lucky for Tamaki, it faces your bed.

He watches you quite a lot, laying down in his own bed with his laptop on the nightstand. The man likes to imagine the two of you sharing the same bed, but can’t get far without blushing and covering his face with a pillow at the slightest dirty thought.

When you masturbate for the first time, Tamaki cries. He cries because he’d been watching you ever since you got in bed, had watched as you slowly kicked off your shorts and had cum the second you peeled your panties down. He cries because he’s overstimulated, unable to stop jerking his cock as he watches you pleasure yourself, the man almost numb and shaking as he orgasms for the third time in half an hour.

By the time you finish, Tamaki is blubbering, can’t stop watching, can’t stop pumping his overstimulated cock in time to your fingers plunging into your pussy.

He doesn’t turn his TV on anymore.

DABI

Is the type to get some awful, scratchy, over-filled abomination like the stuffed animals you get from the fair. It’s an ugly one, horribly deformed and badly sewn, eyes bulging and one of it’s limbs shorter than the others. 

Probably doesn’t think to give it to you until he’s headed home, knows it’s what couples do and thinks that maybe you’ll stop screaming when he touches you. 

He barely got his dick out one time and you had cried so hard you passed out. Now if he goes anywhere near you you’re immediately alert, wide eyes never leaving him. If he so much as touches you he has to be prepared for you to scream and cry and try to bite him.

He guesses that’s what happens when you kidnap someone.

Getting you a stuffed animal does not make anything better.

But Dabi’s tired of you refusing him, of you crying and being a little bitch. He’s been blueballed for the past two weeks, just because he was trying to be nice and let you adjust.

So he takes the deformed stuffed animal he stole and shoves it in your mouth. 

It muffles your cries while he grinds his dick into your sensitive walls, and really, that’s all he needs. You feel so good, Dabi doesn’t care that behind your makeshift gag you’re cursing his existence.

[morganaspendragonss]

holly's august extravaganza day 17: you and me (moving through this world as a two-man team)

for both my incredible birthday twin jenny (@laelipoo) and a little bit for myself! i hope you are having a wonderful, wonderful day and i wish you all the love in the world. i'm so glad we became friends and i cannot tell you how glad i am for our conversations 🥰🥰🥰

many, many, many thanks to jenny as well for helping me out with the plot!

ao3 | 3.1k | firefighter carlos, hurt/comfort, pining, developing relationship, major character injury (two of them 😌)

TK does not have a crush on the 126's latest hire.

Carlos Reyes: an Austin local, an incredible firefighter, and—objectively speaking—the most beautiful man TK has ever laid eyes on. Which is, in fact, the entire point; TK has eyes and, yes, he will use them to sneak a look or two when he’s suddenly sharing space with a man who looks like a Greek god.

That does not mean he has a crush, Paul.

(and, sure, maybe he does sometimes dream about how soft Carlos’s lips look and the soft blush he gets when he laughs and those little flecks of gold in his eyes, but he’s only human)

(how TK knows about the gold in Carlos’s eyes is none of anybody’s business)

The thing about Carlos Reyes is that he isn’t only stupidly hot; he’s also just plain nice. TK can’t even make up a flimsy excuse to keep his distance. Carlos is, quite literally, perfect.

He shares recipes and book recommendations with Paul, he spars with Marjan, he discusses superheroes with Mateo, and Judd has had nothing but good things to say since before Carlos even joined them. Apparently they’d worked together a lot before the explosion, when Carlos was with the 116, and he’s ‘one of the best damn firefighters’ Judd has ever seen.

He even makes time to hang with the paramedics, which...isn’t a new development, exactly. But it is recent, and TK is willing to bet they’d still be pretty divided if Tim hadn’t suddenly transferred back to Maryland and he hadn’t taken the leap to be a full paramedic.

Even after that… His friends were hardly going to abandon him after he switched, but Nancy had still only been semi-included at best. She’d called him out about it during their first week working together, but fixing it had been a slow process.

Until Carlos came along, that is. Excluding Judd, they all regularly hang out at his place now, and Nancy’s inclusion had never even been a question. Safe to say, Carlos has charmed everyone in the firehouse, including both captains, and the worst part is, he doesn’t seem to realise he’s doing it.

He’s perfect, from his freakishly toned body to his infuriatingly sweet personality to his incredible skills in the field, and TK does not have a crush, goddammit!

One morning about three weeks after Carlos’s arrival, TK is greeted in the firehouse by the sound of a long, beautiful laugh coming from the kitchen. Three weeks is an embarrassingly short amount of time to admit that he’s memorised everything about him, but he instantly recognises the noise as coming from Carlos, even if he can’t see him yet.

He saunters into the kitchen, where Carlos is standing with Paul, and leans up against the counter. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Carlos turns with a winning smile and holds out a steaming mug of coffee, clearly freshly made even though TK only got in two minutes ago.

He blinks. “How—” Then, taking in the slight pinkness to Carlos’s cheeks, “Are you seriously offering me your own coffee, Reyes?”

Carlos shrugs, forcing the mug into TK’s hands. “I only just made it so technically it belongs to anyone, and I can always make another,” he says. “Besides, you look like you could use it more than me.”

His grin has TK narrowing his eyes and stubbornly refusing to drink even though Carlos is right—he really, really needs it.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that was an insult.”

“Who says you do know better?”

TK splutters, momentarily left speechless in the face of Carlos’s smile and the twinkle in those goddamn eyes. He turns to Paul for help, but Paul...has disappeared. Huh. TK honestly hadn't noticed him go.

He shakes his head and looks back to Carlos, only to be stunned silent again by the way his smile has softened into something else, something more.

TK’s heart skips a beat or two and he swallows, staring down into Carlos’s coffee. “Whatever, Reyes,” he mutters.

It was too late for a witty comeback anyway.

Carlos’s laugh follows him out of the kitchen, and TK wonders when, exactly, he let himself fall this far.

*

“Earth to TK? Hello?”

TK is rudely snapped back to reality by one Nancy Gillian’s hand waving violently in his face. He scowls at her, to which she responds with an eye roll.

“Stop drooling over your man and come help me with inventory.”

“I’m not drooling,” TK argues, following her over to the rig. “And he’s not my man.”

“Right,” Nancy drawls, folding her arms over her chest as she leans against the ambulance. “So you’re just going to deny that weird energy around you two that makes the rest of us feel like we’re creeping on something?”

“Exactly.” TK nods emphatically, then frowns. “Wait, what?”

Nancy casts her eyes heavenward. “You know,” she says, “you’re a lot of things, Strand, but I hadn’t pegged you for oblivious.”

TK’s next words are reflexive, said without thought for the consequences—the story of his life, really.

“I’m not oblivious!”

The grin spreading over Nancy’s face rams home just how much he’s fucked up with those three words. TK drops his head in his hands and groans, unable and unwilling to look Nancy in the eye.

“Not a word,” he warns, which Nancy appears to respect, for now. TK is well aware that there will be words—several of them—later, whether he wants them or not.

The thing is, he really isn’t oblivious. He knows perfectly well what Nancy is talking about and he has often fantasised about all the things he’d do to Carlos given half a chance. TK likes Carlos, way more than just in the physical sense, and he’s pretty sure that Carlos likes him right back. It would be so easy to start something between them and, god, TK wants to. He just… He can’t.

One year—that’s what he promised himself back in New York. One year on his own to sort his head out and figure out how he fits back into the world after the overdose. Granted, his sobriety anniversary is only a couple of months away now, but he refuses to give up on his promise, especially when he’s so close.

Maybe in a couple months, if Carlos hasn’t gotten bored of something that’s clearly going nowhere.

But not now.

*

“He did not ask me out!”

“He totally did, dude, and you know it. You want to say yes, I can tell.”

“No, I don’t. I—”

“Children,” Tommy interrupts from the back of the ambulance. They’re heading to a callout, and Nancy has not let up the entire way about something TK is certain never actually happened. “Either of you want to enlighten me on what the argument is about this time?”

“TK’s too chicken to go out with Carlos,” Nancy jumps in, before TK can stop her.

“I am not!” he protests. “Plus, he wasn’t asking me out, he said we should go over to his place for dinner sometime, which Carlos does all the time. So there.”

“Strand, you are not this dense,” Nancy snarks, probably rolling her eyes. “His exact words were, ‘You should come over sometime’.”

“We were all there! It was obviously the plural you.”

“Oh my god—”

“Alright!” Tommy sighs wearily. “Nancy, can we keep from provoking TK until we’re back at the firehouse and he’s no longer driving?”

“Ha!” TK exclaims, but Tommy’s not done.

“TK, if I weren’t your captain, I’d be telling you that Nancy is right and you should pull your head out of your ass before it’s too late, understand?”

Now it’s Nancy’s turn to be triumphant as TK struggles to form a coherent response. Thankfully, he’s saved from further torment by them finally pulling up at the scene—a warehouse where one of the workers had become trapped after parts of the upper level walkway had broken and fallen. Apparently, the falling metal had caused some of the machinery to malfunction, turning the call from simple to beyond complicated in a matter of minutes.

“TK, grab your turnout gear and your bag; I’m sending you in with them,” Tommy informs him as soon as they’re out of the rig. “Normally, we’d just talk the firefighters through it over radio, but given your training it’ll be quicker and safer for you to deal with our patient.”

TK grins; he’s missed the adrenaline rush of running into emergencies more than he can say. “Got it, Cap.”

“Maybe try and look a little less happy about a serious injury, too.”

“Copy that.”

*

The noise when they enter the warehouse is deafening, an ugly screeching cutting right through TK’s skull.

“Shouldn’t they have shut the machines off?” he shouts, fighting to be heard.

“Apparently they can’t,” Judd calls back. “Something wrong with the control panel, I don’t know exactly what.”

TK groans—just what they need. The sound is lost in the din, but Carlos still looks over and gives him a sympathetic grin, shrugging in a ‘what can you do’ motion. TK can’t help but grin back, the mere sight of Carlos easing the annoyance he feels and the headache already beginning to build behind his eyes.

Their patient, when they reach him, is pinned under a large, heavy-looking sheet of metal. He’s bleeding from a gash on his temple and his skin is worryingly pale, to the extent that TK can tell even from a distance. He jogs to the patient’s side and kneels down, pressing his fingers against his neck.

“Cap, I have a pulse,” he reports into his radio after a few seconds. “But he’s unconscious with a head wound, and I think there are probably injuries I can’t see yet. Possible spinal damage, but I can’t tell until we’ve got this metal off him.”

“Copy that,” Captain Vega says. “Get ready to run a line; he’s gonna need it as soon as he’s free.”

TK nods and moves to secure a c-collar around his neck. “We need to cut this thing off of him,” he says, addressing the team. “Quickly, but carefully.”

Judd steps forward, brandishing the saw. He hands TK a couple of spare turnouts and kneels on the patient’s other side. “Couple of you need to cover him, and yourselves.”

TK doesn’t even have to ask before Carlos appears next to him, taking one of the turnouts from him. He smiles gratefully before arranging himself to provide maximum protection to all three of them as Judd starts working on the metal. The vibrations from the saw are unpleasant, and TK dreads to think what effect it’s having on the already unstable machinery, but it’s the only option they have to get their patient free.

Fortunately, everything seems to go off without a hitch, and soon the team are able to remove the metal. TK immediately gets to work, feeling for any damage. As he suspected, there’s a pretty large gash on the man’s leg which is bleeding badly, though thankfully it seems to have missed any arteries. He also seems to have a broken wrist, but he should heal.

TK quickly wraps his leg, then gets Carlos and Judd to help move him onto the spine board. It feels like, for once, the call has gone as smoothly as possible, and TK allows himself a breath of relief as they prep to get the guy outside to the ambulance.

Naturally, that’s when everything goes to hell.

The machine closest to them lets out a threatening groan and shudders before there’s a loud roar and it explodes. On instinct, TK folds himself over the patient as shrapnel rains down on them, and he sees Carlos doing the same in his periphery.

The downpour seems to last forever, but eventually it slows and comes to a stop. TK cautiously lifts his head, his heart pounding, and sags in relief as it seems that the worst is over.

They need to get out of here, now.

He stands, a brief stab of pain running through his back—probably because of his awkward position over the patient—and turns to Carlos, reaching to offer him a hand up.

Only to see Carlos’s face tight with agony, and then the cause—a jagged piece of shrapnel running right through his hand.

“Carlos,” TK breathes, horrified. Carlos looks up at him, his breathing carefully measured and his eyes wide, and TK drops back to his knees, reaching out for him. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

Carlos swallows and nods, his eyes squeezing tight. TK’s heart rate skyrockets, and he’s barely able to keep his cool as he signals to the others to get their first patient out of the warehouse.

“Cap, the team are bringing him out, but we have a problem.”

“Talk to me, Strand, what’s going on?”

“It—It’s Carlos.” TK breathes out shakily and takes a moment to steady himself before continuing, “It’s not serious, but some of the machinery broke apart and some shrapnel impaled his hand. I’ve got to stabilise the shard before we come out to you.”

“Alright, but hurry. I don’t want you guys in there for longer than necessary.”

“Copy.”

Stabilising the shrapnel with rolls of gauze and wrapping Carlos’s hand should be a matter of course—it’s an easy process that TK could probably do in his sleep. But this is Carlos, so his damn hands won’t stop shaking and he almost fumbles and drops his supplies.

He manages though, and soon he’s helping Carlos up, instructing him to hold his injured hand above his heart. Carlos sends him a wobbly smile, which ends up turning out to be more of a grimace, but it’s a comfort nonetheless. Things could have gone so much worse today; TK could have even lost him, and he would have never been able to—

But that’s not important. Carlos is okay, or he will be, and they still have plenty of time to figure out whatever this is between them.

Everything will be okay.

TK’s back and side twinge again as they make their way out, but he brushes it off, too focused on getting Carlos to the hospital as fast as possible. Tommy shakes her head as they make their way over, her eyebrows raised despite the concern clearly in her expression.

“Never a peaceful moment with you, Strand, is it?” she asks dryly, hissing as she inspects Carlos’s wound.

“In my defence, Cap,” he says, more at ease now that they’re safe, “it’s not me who’s injured this time.”

Tommy hums, then directs Carlos into the back of the rig, jumping in after him. “Get back here, TK. Nancy’s driving.”

She has a teasing look in her eyes that instantly makes TK suspicious, but he moves to comply, shrugging off his turnout coat as he does. The movement hurts, which is weird, but he thinks nothing of it.

At least, until Tommy’s eyes go wide and she stands from her seat, holding her hands out towards him. “TK, do not move,” she instructs, her eyes firmly fixed on his right side.

TK frowns, then follows her gaze down, and— Oh.

His grey undershirt is stained with blood, and it’s difficult to miss the large piece of metal sticking out of his side. He has no idea how he missed it, but now that he knows, the pain slams into him full force, causing him to stagger.

“Oh,” he gasps, eloquently.

Then, his legs buckle and the world goes black.

*

TK wakes up to a steady beeping sound, which only exacerbates his pounding headache. He groans, scrunching his face up, before slowly peeling his eyes open, almost slamming them shut again after getting an eyeful of obnoxiously bright fluorescents.

“You’re awake,” a voice says, sounding surprised, then the lights suddenly dim, the room lit by the gentle glow of a lamp. TK sighs in relief and shifts to look at his saviour.

It’s Carlos.

“You… You’re here,” TK states, confused. His gaze drifts down Carlos’s body and lands on the white bandages around his hand, the memories of the warehouse suddenly hitting him all at once. “Shit, you— How are you?”

Carlos shakes his head and comes to sit in the chair by TK’s bed. “I can’t believe you’re the one asking me that.”

“I’m a paramedic, it’s my job.”

“Not when you’re the one in the hospital bed,” Carlos counters, sighing. “If you must know, I’m fine. They gave me some pretty good drugs, so…” He shrugs, and TK can’t help but laugh, which proves to be a very bad idea.

His side lights up, an unnecessary reminder that TK is very much not on the good drugs, and he moans softly, slowly settling back in the bed. “I hate you,” he mumbles, eyes closed.

“You love me,” Carlos says, and TK’s heart seizes in his chest.

The silence after his words is deafening, so TK forces himself to crack his eyes open enough to look at him. Carlos is frozen in his chair, biting his lip hard, and he looks like he either wants to bolt or be swallowed by the earth.

TK thinks he should probably be feeling the same. They’ve been dancing around this issue for weeks now, and he’d thought he had it under control. That he could last that little bit longer until his one year was up; that he could ignore these feelings that have been steadily growing since he first laid eyes on Carlos.

It was a hopeless endeavour; he recognises that now. TK remembers the fear he felt when Carlos was injured back at the warehouse, the desperation for him to be better, and now with his own injury…

He could have lost this chance before he ever got it, and TK isn’t about to let it slip through his fingers now. He reaches out and takes Carlos’s good hand, startling him into meeting TK’s eyes.

“Yeah,” TK whispers, just loud enough for Carlos to hear him. “I think I do.”

The smile Carlos gives him lights up the room, and he doesn’t waste any time in leaning down to kiss TK. And it’s… It’s everything TK had hoped and imagined it would be and more. It’s soft and sweet and gentle and perfect, and he never wants it to end.

But end it does, though Carlos doesn’t go far. TK smiles at him, squeezing his hand with all the strength he can muster.

“That’s a yes, by the way,” he says.

Carlos frowns. “What?”

TK’s smile widens and he flicks his eyebrows at Carlos. “To dinner. Or were you not asking me out after all?”

Carlos huffs a laugh, and the look in his eyes when they lock back onto TK’s melts his heart and makes his entire chest ache. “Does Friday work for you?”

He nods, tugging Carlos down for another kiss. “It’s a date.”

[vegan-peppermint]

Long-run part 4

(What happened last night- part 4)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter- Marauders Era

Chapter summery: You talk about what has happened with Lily and James . (honestly you can skip this part, there is no Sirius action just some things for character development and stuff. Not my best work but yea. It doesn’t rlly affect the storyline so you can skip np. Kinky stuff in part 5 and part 1XDXD)

Warnings: None

word count: 1,3 k

Part 3 part 5

Masterlist

Buy me a coffee

     Lily stared into her hot chocolate while listening to your story. The Gryffindor Commonroom wasn’t the best place to talk shit about one of The Marauders but it will have to do. It’s not like the word of your big fight hasn’t gotten all over the school already(your year at least). Everyone had a different version of you and Sirius’ fight but everyone seemed to believe anything but the truth. Some said you stood him up for that Slytherin, others that he already cheated before the first date and whatnot. The only one who seemed to listen was your best friend (and roommate) Lily.

   “Do you think I was too though, Lily?” you questioned, looking for affirmation.

   “No, not at all! I’m really happy you are standing up for yourself!” she smiled looking up at you. “Don’t get me wrong, you are not a push-over, no, not at all! It’s just,” she stopped weighing whether to tell you or not. “It’s just you are different with Sirius, you always have!”

    You just stared at her wide-eyed. What is that supposed to mean? If anything it was the opposite, you were always fighting with Sirius, ALWAYS.

    Lily caught on your confusion so she clarified:

    “Even if you two weren’t always nice with each other, you always put him first. After every little fight or contradiction, you would usually side with him. Because that’s all your fights were, teases.” She smiled mischievously before adding “I always thought it was just you being a brat for him to tame, but it’s just my opinion.”

  “Gosh, Lily! Can you just stop over-analyzing my every action? Not everything is about kinks or whatever goes on in your sick head!” you tried to look hurt but couldn’t help a smirk. You truly did try to tease Sirius just to have him snap back from time to time, but only now you realized you’ve let him get too comfortable with you doing what he said. If Lily was so good at reading you maybe she did the same with Sirius, but you didn’t have time to even start your sentence when James (quite literally) threw himself on the couch next to Lily.

    “Hello, ladies!” he awkwardly stated while looking directly at you with a dumb smile. “I heard what happened today,” he continued not looking away “and I just wanted to say. On behalf of Sirius that he is sorry.” He talked like one of these politicians with sticks up their arses.

    “Don’t even sta-“

    “And that,” he quickly cut you off, speaking louder this time “he is a man, and men are usually stupid.”

    You heard Lily hum in agreement before sipping more of her drink. James ignored her and continued with his presidential speech.

    “Especially the ones that are in love. And Sirius is no superhuman. He is an arrogant prick but, ladies, he’s a prick in love.” he ended dramatically.

    He looked really proud of himself which only made both you and Lily burst out laughing. James relaxed a bit himself and looking at you two couldn’t help but give in. You and your best friends laughing like crazy on a cold Saturday night near the fireplace. This was a feeling you haven’t experienced in a while and it made you feel, even if for one second, a familiar warmth in your chest before coming back to the real world and realizing things were never going to be like this again. You stopped laughing, feeling lonely again. You looked at them who didn’t even notice this change in you and smiled. They are a couple now, they are happy without you and who on earth are you to blame them? You were happy for them, truly, but you felt like you were, even if still their best friend, an outsider.

    “Y/N, I’m serious though.” James continued making you refocus. “Sirius is head over heels in love with you.”

    “I find that hard to believe.” Which you did. Not only did he never show any sign of affection (besides making out while passed out drunk), he usually wasn’t talking to you directly at all (again, besides when alcohol kicked in). Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he just didn’t want to hurt your feelings after what happened at the party so he asked you on a date.

   James gave you the warmest smile you have ever received which made you feel, by all means, uncomfortable. He looked at you like a child looks at the stray dog he just fed: benevolent, for sure, but hidden hints of pity.

    “You have no idea how much he talks about you.”He rolled his eyes grinning. “Day and night while trying to act cool.” He dragged his voice before making a very smug face which defiantly resembled Sirius: “Have you seen Y/N today? No, I wasn’t looking for her just noticed she’s not here yet. I wonder if Y/N would like these chocolates, I don’t want to buy them for her or anything, dude! She just seems like she would like strawberries I dunno.” He really got into character, it was hard to bring him back after a while.

    “My point, Y/N” his eyes were fixed on yours and you felt he was serious. “I know Sirius, I really do. I’ve heard him talk about a million girls but never have I heard a girl’s name more than once. Except yours. Which was annoyingly more than once, believe me.” He bit his lower lips before continuing. “Sirius is very, very dumb. But I’m telling you if there is one person for you, it’s him. He is already very loyal to you, has been since the beginning of the year. Won’t talk about it but I’ve seen him refusing any kind of advance from any girl besides you. He has a lot to learn, for sure, but if you are willing to take him I promise you” he leaned closer, “he will be the best thing for you.”

    You looked at Lily for confirmation which she didn’t exactly offer you. She smiled softly before looking away which gave it away she had another opinion. You wanted to ask her but not right now. It was clear she was not comfortable talking about this right now in front of James.

    You chatted for a bit more before Lily left for the library to study and Lupin came and picked up James. You were left once again alone with your thoughts. You didn’t really mind sitting alone until you raised your eyes which met Sirius’ across the room. Right now, you felt exposed and vulnerable. Luckily Sirius didn’t come over to you and went directly up the stairs to his dorm room. You exhaled relief before anxiety took over you again.  Why didn’t he come here, though? Has he already given up?

   It was Sunday morning and you were woken up way earlier than you planned. You were not sure what woke you up but it was 7 in the morning. You looked around and saw your roommates sleeping soundly which made you even angrier. Were you the only one who couldn’t sleep? Maybe it was the repetition of the conversation you had with James that was repaying in your head since it happened or just the stress about the gossips that woke you up. You decided it was too early to face the world so you flipped over your other side intending to fall asleep. However, you found a beautiful rose sitting on your nightstand with a note tied to it.

      Follow me

     You examined the note carefully before noticing some petals trailing to the door. Your first thought was a killer that wanted to lure you to your death. After giving it some thought you decided it was unrealistic and if it was true, you wouldn’t really mind it that much. So you hopped out of your bed and in your slippers and followed the flowers out the door.

//ok so this part wasn’t that exciting, also didn’t really spellchecked or proof read or whatever. I really wanted to post this chapter now. The next part will have smut I promise XDXD

Taglist: @dude-whatawave @skinnianna

[halstudandruz]

Addiction

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Jay finds comfort in his partner during his failing marriage

Warnings: Swearing, cheating/affair

How did you get here? How did you let this happen? How could you keep letting this happen? The self deprecating thoughts ran through your mind as you laid next to Jay Halstead, both panting heavily.

“Wow. That had to be one of our best. I did that thin-“ He started still trying to catch his breath.

“We can’t do this anymore.” You hurried out.

“What?” He asked turning towards you.

“You have a wife, Jay. A wife!” You exclaimed leaning up to search for your bra and panties that were scattered around the room.

“Yeah, barely.” Jay scoffed.

“The existing marriage license begs to differ.” You spit back, slamming his underwear to his chest.

“[Y/N], come on.” He looked at you like you were over reacting.

“How are you okay with this!? How can you think this is a decent thing to be doing?” You yelled tying your robe around you and slipping out of your bed.

“You’re saying what we just did was not decent? I would definitely have to disagree and judging by the sounds-“ He continued to joke which made you angrier.

“Get the hell out Jay.” You shook your head walking into the bathroom and slamming the door. By the time you came back out your apartment was empty. Sighing heavily you collapsed onto your bed, face in your mattress, scent of him still strong on your pillows. Here’s to hoping tomorrow wouldn’t be too awkward.

————-

Walking into the district you had to compose yourself. This had been going on for over 3 months. It first happened after a hard case. You went into a little bit of a spiral as it took you back to your teenage years. Jay, being the good partner he was, was there for you, but a couple too many drinks later and here you were. There was always something about Jay that drew you towards him, but he was married. You weren’t going to let anything happen. Until it did, and then you couldn’t stop it from happening. You had sufficiently gotten a dose of Jay Halstead and without a second thought became addicted. The couple times you had woken up in his arms right before your alarm went off you found yourself wondering how it was going to end. Because there was an inevitable end for the two of you. He would call it off because he felt guilty. Kristina would find out and he would convince her to stay, promise that he wouldn’t do it again. Someone in the unit would find out and blow it up (even though you had a sneaking suspicion Trudy already knew but that’s besides the fact.) Logically, there was no way it would end well for you, and yet you kept going back. Falling into bed, begging for more. It was suddenly a regular occurrence. So the whole walking into the district the morning after, the memories of his lips, his hands all over, was something you were used to, but this time it felt different. Like maybe it really was over. Maybe it really was the end and you didn’t know how to feel about it.

Walking upstairs was nothing different. Everyone was at their desks sipping coffee, Kevin and Adam screwing with each other. Just like every other day, but for you the tension felt thick as you locked eyes with Jay. Taking a deep breath you headed towards your desk sitting your stuff down, where a hot coffee already sat. Glancing at Jay you mumbled a thank you as he gave you a small smile. It wasn’t long before you were in Jay’s truck headed to question a suspect. After 10 minutes of awkward silence Jay decided to break it,

“So..we gonna talk about this?”

“Nope.” You simply replied in a second.

“[Y/N]-“ He tried sighing heavily before you stopped him.

“We have more important things to be worrying about right now Jay.” You crossed your arms across your chest. He looked over at you annoyed, “I just..can’t talk about this right now, okay?” You bit your lip looking away from him. Guilt took over his features as he nodded focusing his attention back on the road.

————

A few days full of avoidance and obvious tension later you and the rest of the team sat around a table at Molly’s. Quietly you stirred your drink around in the bottle thoughts spaced out as you avoided Jay’s eyes. You were in withdrawal and with even the slightest bit of alcohol in you, you knew if you looked into those baby blues you would be absolutely without a doubt fucked.

“So, where’s the mrs. tonight?” Adam asked turning to Jay who was being suspiciously quiet as well.

“Not here.” Jay shrugged not looking over.

“What does she look like? It’s been so long since we’ve seen her I’ve seem to forgotten.” Antonio raised an eyebrow at Jay.

“Yeah bars aren’t really her scene I guess.” Jay answered.

“Come on man what’s going on with you two?” Antonio nudged.

“I don’t know. Just hasn’t been...for a long time.” Jay sighed.

“Seriously dude when was the last time you got laid?” Kevin joked. Jay’s eyes locked with yours before he quickly looked down at the table shrugging as he took a chug of his beer. “You don’t even know? Bro I was just joking, but clearly you need to figure some stuff out.” He looked at him pointedly.

“Look I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to break her heart and go through the whole process, but I just don’t want to be with her anymore.” He admitted, and at the words you swallowed hard.

“Marriage is hard you have to work at it.” Kim included.

“No it’s not like that. I don’t want to work at it with her. I don’t love her anymore.” He admitted.

“How do you just fall out of love with someone?” Kim asked.

“I don’t even know if we were in love. At least on my end. I mean I thought I was, but now... I don’t really know anymore. We were young, I had just gotten back and was in a bad way. We thought we knew what we were doing. Thought everyone was wrong. I don’t think I had the right idea of what love was.” He explained looking at you again.

“I need another drink. Anyone else?” You asked voice squeaking before you hurried towards the counter. Letting a deep breath out once you felt you had enough space.

“So, how long has that been going on?” Kim asked beside you make you jump.

“What?” You asked nervously.

“I’m your best friend [Y/N], I’m not a dumbass.” She gave you a look as you groaned head falling into your hands. “Look I’m not here to judge. I’m not here to make you feel bad about yourself. I’m just here to help.” She promised. Looking at her the guilt bubbled even further in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m in love with him. I’m in love with a married man. With my partner.” You stated, disbelief in your voice. “How did I let this happen. I’m a terrible fucking person.” You groaned running a hand down your face.

“You didn’t do it to hurt anybody.” She rubbed your arm.

“Do they know?” You looked over at the table making Kim chuckle.

“I could give Adam a literal ticket to Rome and he would still say it wasn’t a good enough hint. They’re clueless.” She promised.

“I gotta go home. I just don’t have the mental capacity to be in his presence right now.” You admitted weakly. Smiling sympathetically she nodded hugging you quickly,

“I’m here for whatever you need. Always.” She stated before grabbing a few drinks and heading back to the table. You followed behind her grabbing your purse to sneak your way out.

“Whoa what are you doing? It’s like 10 o’clock.” Kevin caught you. Rolling your eyes you made an excuse,

“I got a thing tomorrow so..” You tried, but trailed off when you met Jay’s eyes, and what looked like pain..? inside of them.

“Alright bye.” Kim pushed you towards the door snapping you out of it, giving you a pointed look. Anger, sadness, guilt, need, want, were all so mumbled together in your body you didn’t know which way was up. Once getting home you quickly fell into bed hoping sleep would help you gather your thoughts a little.

You were later awoken by your phone ringing beside your head.

“Hello?” You groaned not bothering to look at the caller ID, eyes still closed.

“Can I come over?” The voice on the other side asked hesitantly.

“Jay..” You whimpered suddenly wide awake, heat immediately coursing through your body at his question, looking at the clock you realized it was 4 in the morning. “This is hard enough-“ You started to lecture, but his soft husky voice cut you off.

“Please, I just..I need to see you. I need to talk to you.” He practically begged, slight whine in his voice.

“The door will be open.” You answered after a few seconds of contemplating before hanging up. 20 minutes later you were joined in bed by Jay.

“Hey.” He whispered sliding in next to you to bring you into his chest.

“No, no, no.” You pushed him away despite every bone in your body telling you not to.

“I talked to her. I told her everything.” He informed you looking away from you.

“Wow..okay. And?” You pushed.

“She wasn’t mad. Weirdly enough she wasn’t mad. She was hurt, which is understandable, but we were on the same page. There was no yelling. No fighting. It just...ended.” He looked confused as he said it out loud.

“Well...how do you feel about that?” You asked.

“Happy.” He answered simply looking at you.

“What?” You looked eyebrows raised.

“My marriage didn’t end because of you [Y/N]. It was over long before you came into the picture. We haven’t even slept in the same bed in over a year. She got..annoyed with my dreams and episodes waking her. This isn’t on you, I need you to know that.” He took your hand in his.

“Jay, that doesn’t make any of this right.” You huffed.

“I know and I know it isn’t ideal, but I love you.” He looked at you seriously.

“You said the same thing to her.” You replied.

“You’re right. I did, but this is different. I’m not some 20 year old trying to push away problems I refused I had. Trying to sink myself into alcohol and some girl that was dealing with all of it too. If you can wholeheartedly look at me and tell me this isn’t what you want, that you’re not in love with me. I will leave right now and try my hardest to pretend this didn’t happen and that I’m not head over heels for you.” He clenched his jaw, lump clear in his throat through his voice.

“You know I can’t do that.” You stated softly all the fight you had in you seemingly disappearing.

“We’re filing this week. As soon as we talk everything out. Sh-She actually told me it was okay if I wanted this,” His eyes met yours hesitantly, “and there really isn’t anything I could want more.” He admitted shoulders tensing a little waiting for reaction.

“Jay, this is a lot, it’s 4 in the morning, I’m exhausted, and this is going to involve a long conversation.” You chewed at your lip nervously.

“I understand.” He nodded swallowing visibly hard.

“Can you just stay so we can talk about this in the morning? I don’t know how this is going to work or how we’re going to make this work, but all I know is I want to wake up next to the man I love in the morning and see what happens next.” You admitted linking your fingers with his. At your words a soft smile appeared on his face as he reached out to pull you into his body.

“I’ve never been addicted to something like I am to you.” He laughed in disbelief flipping you underneath him, leaning down and kissing you with a love you didn’t know existed. One feel of his lips on yours and your addiction was fueled once again.

[raysofcrosby]

WHEN YOU’RE READY PT. 2

𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 (𝘹)

𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥: yes | no

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴): nothin really, just mentions of partying + drinking.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 5,411

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦: if you haven’t read part one, read it now! so this is actually the fastest i’ve gotten something outlined and typed?? i’m highkey hella proud of myself. anyway, enjoy part 2 :) 

Surviving the workday the next morning was near unbearable for you. No amount of iced coffee or free donuts in the break room could help the amount of anxiety and betrayal weighing down on your shoulders. That, coupled up with the fact that you felt guilty for Nolan sleeping on the couch in his own apartment, could have been your own personal undoing. When he took you back to his apartment after the scene with Preston, he placed your bags in his room and told you that it was yours. You insisted that you could sleep on the couch, you’d done it before in the earlier days of being Travis and Nolan’s third roommate. But Nolan was stubborn and instead of giving in to your puppy dog eyes and slight threats of never going to his games again– he shoved you further into his room and shut the door.

You couldn’t believe that he’d actually done that as if he could lock you in from the outside. So you stormed after him into their living room to see that he and Travis were already making his bed on the couch. You went as far as literally protesting his decision by sitting on the middle of his makeshift bed, refusing to move. Yet, Nolan and his trusty teammate just picked you up and placed you off towards the smaller lounge. You were a little bit surprised that Travis hadn’t said anything about you crashing their bachelor pad…again, though you wouldn’t think he’d be all that disappointed. To him, you were one of the guys. You could keep up with your liquor, you didn’t get easily offended by their chirping, and the most important part, you helped him get laid. Nolan was your best friend, but Travis was a close second…when he wasn’t acting like a snapping, angry Chihuahua.

When you used your sick hours to leave work around noon, you didn’t have to put on an act for your boss. The stress and fear of meeting up with Nolan to go pick up your stuff from Preston’s apartment, along with waiting for the phone call with your results, had made you look a thousand times sicker than what you really were. So with kind words and well wishes, your boss told you to go ahead and go home. You weren’t quite sure what you expected to see when you walked into your new home, but three tall and intimidating looking hockey players wasn’t it. Nolan had managed to recruit Claude, Gudas, and Voracek to come help collect your things. Leave it to him to grab two bearded and vastly feared men, along with the team captain, to aid you, himself and Travis. While you wanted to believe it was because you had some small items of furniture to take, you knew it was based on the fact that he wanted to intimidate the hell out of Preston from ever trying to contact you again.

Preston took Nolan’s warning serious, too. When your group arrived at the apartment, it was empty. He even went as far as packing up some of your stuff in boxes for you, probably to make sure that you guys got out of there quickly. And you did, in fact. Nolan made you sit down on the couch as the group of men carried your things from the apartment and to the car, one of them with you at all times. You were pissed, the fact that Nolan was treating you like some 6-year-old who couldn’t lift a simple moving box filled with clothes. But you didn’t want to push the matter, because he was already doing so much for you.

That was hours ago though and now you, Travis and Nolan were lounging around the apartment, trying to figure out what to do with your night. Well, at least you were. The boys earlier were discussing what bars downtown they were going to hit up and you have even scored yourself an invitation via Claude, but you had your phone call you couldn’t risk missing, so you turned it down. It was nearing 8 pm and you were lounging on Nolan’s bed, staring at the ceiling as your phone rested on your chest. The anxiety of them not calling today was at an all-time high and you couldn’t help but wonder if this was a bad sign.

Maybe your tests came back positive and they were trying to figure out and sort the medication for you to take.

No, that’s stupid. What’s that saying?

No news is good news, right? So maybe them not calling is good news. But still, …they said they’d call.

You groaned and sat up, your phone falling off into your lap. Picking it up, you placed it on the bedside table and walked towards the door to go see what Travis and Nolan were doing. Maybe those two stooges could take your mind off of this waiting game. As you walked down the hall, you could hear Travis humming along to some new country song as the front door shut. “Whoa dude, got something to tell me?”

“Hm?” Nolan mumbled in reply.

You crept towards the end of the hallway, peaking around the corner to see the two of them sitting in the living room, their backs to you. “The pamphlets?” Travis bent down and held up a stack of pamphlets– the pamphlets Nolan had taken from the clinic. “HIV? Hepatitis B? Chlamydia? Pregnancy? Should I be worried?”

Nolan snatched the pamphlets out of his hand and shook his head. “They’re not for me.”

“Then why are you reading them, exactly? It’s not like you’ve hooked up with anyone lately.”

“They’re for Y/N,” Nolan replied, holding up the Chlamydia pamphlet.

“Hold the fuck up. What did you just say? Does she have–“

“Jesus Christ Travis, shut up.”

A moment of silence fell between the two as Travis took in Nolan’s tense features. He picked up another pamphlet, looking at it. “Is this why we moved her out of douchebag’s apartment?”

You saw Nolan nod his head as he brought the Chlamydia pamphlet back in front of him. “She came over here yesterday freaking out because she found positive test results in his name from last week. So I took her to the clinic and the Doc made her take all of these tests and I just….”

“You grabbed the pamphlets for….education?”

“In case her results come back positive, yeah.” You could hear Nolan sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair. “She was about to give herself a panic attack yesterday T and reading up on all of this, I just want to be prepared to help her in any way that I can.”

“Has she gotten her results back yet?”

Nolan shook his head and slumped down into the couch. “I can see how freaked she is and it’s freaking me out. She’s my best friend and I can’t stand the fact that douchebag did this to her. If those test results come back positive, I’m going back to that apartment and kicking his ass.”

Travis laughed and hit Nolan upside the head with the pamphlet. “I think it’s time you start realizing your own feelings there, Patty.”

You perked up a bit, leaning your head further into view of the living room. What did Travis mean? What feelings? Why wasn’t Nolan arguing back with him and telling him that the two of you were just friends? Nolan couldn’t feel that way about you…right?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, okay keep lying to yourself ‘cause that’s really healthy. You know G asked me about the two of you, whether or not you guys were a thing yet.” Travis stared at Nolan, who just crossed his arms and didn’t look at him. “Maybe this whole thing with the boyfriend being a doucheface is fate? Now you two can finally fuck it out and–“

The shrill sound of your ringtone coming from the bedroom cut Travis off. You hid back behind the hall and ran as quietly as you could to hide your snooping. When you looked down at your phone, you saw a Philly number that you didn’t recognize and your heart began to pound.

It had to be the clinic.

You picked it up and answered the call, bringing the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

“May I speak to Y/N L/N?” That voice, it was the Doctor from yesterday.

“This is she, may I ask who’s calling?”

“Hi Y/N, this is Doctor Pippen from Hampton Wellness Center. You came in last night and did some testing.”

“Y-Yes, I remember you. How are you, Doctor Pippen?”

“I’m doing fine, Miss L/N as I hope are you.” He cleared his throat and your mind went into overdrive trying to figure out if it was a good sign or a bad sign. “I have your test results from the Chlamydia, Gonorrhea and Pregnancy tests we ran for you yesterday.”

You were too focused on your breathing to give him an immediate reply. Trying to keep it from getting too shallow and from breathing too heavy. This was it, the moment where your life could change. “O-Okay, hit me Doc.”

Wrong time for a joke, Y/N. You thought as his silence from the other line sent chills down your spine. “Well Miss Y/N, your results came back negative for those three tests.”

“Oh my God.”

“Now, we’re still waiting on your results for the HIV, Syphilis and Hepatitis B testing, but we’ll be sure to call you back tomorrow with those, okay?”

“O-Okay, thank you, Doctor.”

“You’re welcome Miss L/N. Have a nice night.”

You couldn’t manage a good night as he hung up on the other line. You kept the phone to your ear as tears built in your eyes. Negative. Your results were Negative. You pulled the phone away from your ear and sniffled as a small smile spread across your face. You had to tell Nolan, he was as anxious for this phone call as you were. Turning around, you were going to practically run out into the living room, but that wasn’t necessary, because Nolan was standing right there in the doorway. His eyes were wide and his face flushed as he stared at you, trying to take in whether the fact that your tears were that of happiness or sadness.

“They’re negative Nol. The results are–“

You couldn’t finish your sentence before Nolan practically wrapped you in his arms, lifting you off of the ground and spinning you around. You held on for dear life, laughing as tears fell down your face before Nolan put you back onto the ground. “This is great,” he huffed, out of breath as his smile overtook his face.

“I’ve still got the other three tests to worry about but–“

He covered your mouth again, looking down at you as his eyes grew all serious. “Y/N, what did I tell you about worrying? Your first three came back negative, that’s all you need to think about right now, okay?” You nodded your head as he removed his mouth, cradling one side of your face as he wiped the tears off of your cheeks with his thumbs. “So no more crying.”

“No more crying.” You repeated, staring directly at him. You noticed his eyes linger a little longer on your blushed cheeks and for a second, you thought you caught him staring at your lips before they returned back to you, gleaming. “Nolan I–“

“Ooh la la, don’t mind me, guys,” Travis said, leaning in the doorway of the bedroom. Nolan took a step back away from you, keeping his arms at his sides. “The guys narrowed the bar list down to five, any opinions?”

Nolan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and you looked between the two of them. With the stress of waiting for the phone call no longer resting on your shoulders, you felt like you needed a good night with some big distractions. And what better way than to hang out with Nolan and his friends? “Let’s have a party here…”

Nolan looked at you with wide eyes. “What?”

“Fuck yeah, let’s do it. I’ll send the mass text,” Travis smiled, not even second-guessing your suggestion as she turned down the hallway. He popped back in a few seconds later, looking at you. “Want to come to the store with me? I think we’ll need a few more snacks and a lot of booze.”

You nodded as he disappeared the second time, turning back towards the bedside table to grab your purse. “Is this a good idea? I mean, you’ve been really stressed from all of this. Maybe you should just, rest?”

“It’s cute when you worry about me Nolan, but this is exactly what I need.” You smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder before standing up on your tippy toes and pressing a kiss to his cheek. As you stepped back, you saw him trying his damnedest to fight back a blush. “Besides, a little party never hurt anybody. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

                                                                            ––

You’re. So. Drunk.

That’s all your conscience can even think about as you mingled amongst the Flyers team and their respective partners and… ‘friends’ for the night. You normally weren’t one who went balls to the wall when it came to partying. Sure, you indulged in a mixed drink here, a shot there– but never to the point to where you’d surpassed Travis in marker drawn tally marks on your forearm. You couldn’t help it though, you were celebrating the fact that you were free from your cheating, scumbag ex AND finding out half of your test results were negative.

At least that’s what you told yourself when you let Carter drag you into a game of beer pong. He was a cutie, so it was hard to turn him down when he asked you to be his partner in a game against Travis and Nolan, two of the best beer pong players on the team. You tried everything in the book when it came to distracting the two opponents: dancing, doing stupid things, even going as far as appealing to their male hormones and unbuttoning a button or two on your body suit. It could have been the alcohol talking, but when you did that, you swore you could’ve seen Nolan’s eyes darken a little, though the assertive action didn’t best well with his ever-present red cheeks.

The pong game against your two roommates is what did you dirty. No matter how well you though your skills were, Carter’s…unfortunately not as advanced skills are what ultimately sunk you. Now, lounging on a windowsill in the background of the living room, you begrudgingly took small sips of the bottled of water that Ryanne had insisted you take. And if there was one thing you were sure of, it was to never argue with a pregnant woman. At least you weren’t alone as you watched the mingling in front of you. Nope, Ryanne stayed by your side as Claude went off to play beer pong with the boys. She said it was because she didn’t feel the need to watch them, but you knew she wanted to make sure you were actually drinking your water. Not that it would have been hard to find you if she hadn’t managed to stick by your side. The party had died down immensely with only 10 people left in attendance.

“So what’s with you and Nolan?”

“What?” You asked, zoning back in and taking a sip of your water. “What do you mean?”

She arched her back, stretching it as she nodded her head over in the direction of the beer pong table. “You haven’t stopped looking at him since the moment you claimed this as your spot.”

Was she right? Had you been staring at Nolan the entire time? Surely you’d been able to put your focus on someone else. Not that you were entirely sure since it was pretty hard to stay in a focused and alert state of mind. You opened your mouth to say something, but couldn’t find the words.

“You’re not the only one though, you know.” You felt your heart sink at the thought that maybe one of these random hookups had their eyes set on Nolan too. She knowingly smiled and nudged into you. “Get out of your head, I meant that he hasn’t been able to stop checking on you either.”

You looked at her as you took your sip of water, only for your eyes to look over in Nolan’s direction again. You’d never really noticed the way hit shirts seemed to fit him just perfectly. Showing off the muscle he’d gained since playing in the NHL. He was fit all right. As your eyes took him in and made their way up to his face, Nolan was already looking at you, only to look away the moment you made eye contact. “We’re best friends.”

“Oh puh-lease don’t try and pull that excuse on me,” she scoffed and tilted the water bottle back up to your lips. “Everyone in this room can see that you two are desperately in love with each other. You two seem to be the only ones completely inept in noticing. Well…maybe just you.”

You were shocked as you swallowed your sip of water, suddenly feeling more thirsty. Nolan couldn’t like you like that, no way. I mean, you’d know, right? He’s been your best friend practically your entire life. You knew how to read him, the kinds of girls he liked, his tendencies, his mannerisms. So how is it, that you had missed something this big? “Travis did say something to him…earlier about feelings.”

Ryanne groaned and shook her head. “If there’s anyone in this world Nolan should be taking romantic advice from, it’s definitely not Travis. What’d he say? Tell him he should hook up with another girl to figure out if they’re real or something?”

“No,” you picked at the label on your water bottle, looking down at it. “He told him that it’s time he starts realizing his feelings.” You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Then in true Travis fashion, he said that my break up with Preston is fate and Nolan and I can finally fuck it out.”

Her eyes searched the room for Travis and if looks could kill, Travis would be six feet under right now. She looked back at you and turned her body in your direction, gaining your full attention. “There’s a reason why Travis is hopelessly single, and if hearing what he said to Nolan isn’t evidence enough, then I don’t know what else would be.”

“I just,” you laughed, continuing to pick at the wrapper. “Nolan denied…having feelings. Said that he didn’t know what Travis was talking about.”

“Can I ask you something?” You nodded and she stretched her back again. “Let’s say you have this really, really good friend. I’m talking about, practically best friends from the womb, kind of friend.”

“Ryanne–“

“And let’s say that at some point in time, you realized that hey, you might have genuine, true feelings for said really good friend. But said friend has never really shown any kind of interest outside of friendly gestures. Would you announce your feelings to them if you knew that there was a solid chance that they’d turn you down and ultimately break your heart?”

“Break his heart?!” You squealed, holding your water bottle in a death grip.

“Hypothetical broken heart, Y/N.” She said, but her eyes told you that her scenario was all too real, not that you needed someone to tell you that for you to know. “Would you?”

You picked at the wrapper more aggressively as you tried your best to pick out any instances of Nolan acting differently towards you since you moved to Philly. There were a few times, sure, when maybe the way he looked at you or how he would make your hugs last a little longer than normal– but why hadn’t you ever thought about it before.

“Preston…” You whispered, looking at Ryanne. “I’d been so blinded by Preston, I never noticed, Ryanne.”

She nodded and gave you a long hug. “Maybe it’s too soon Y/N, but it’s never too late.”

With that, she pulled away and gave you a small wave before walking over to Claude who was helping pick up the beer pong game. You sat there, staring at your water bottle, so deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed Nolan walk up to you. “Hey, you okay?”

Shocked, you jumped a little bit only to relax once more. “Oh um, no I’m kind of tired I guess.”

“Same,” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair and laughed. “It’s kind of hard though when my bed currently has chip crumbs along with TK and Hartsy’s asses all over it.”

You tried your best not to notice the way his biceps strained when he lifted up his arm, but it was hard. “Why don’t you just kick everyone out and go to bed, then?”

“And ruin frat boy’s fun over there?” He laughed, nodding his head over to Travis. “I’d never hear the end of it if he didn’t get laid tonight.”

“You can sleep with me.” You had blurted out the suggestion before even thinking about it. And the moment the sentence left your lips, you regretted it. Not in the sense of sharing a bed with him, but in a way that you didn’t want him to reject you.

“Oh um…”

“I mean, you don’t have to i-if you don’t want–“

“No, no that’s not it. I just,” he took a deep breath and sighed, looking at the couch before looking back at you. “You won’t feel uncomfortable? I know how you like to go full on spread eagle.”

You tossed your water bottle into his chest, trying to distract from your blush as he caught it. “I stopped doing that when I was 12, thank you very much. So no, I won’t feel uncomfortable…will you?”

He held onto your water bottle, looking down at it before finally looking at you and shaking his head. “No.”

Unsure of what to say, you just nodded your head and walked past him and through the living room back towards his bedroom. He followed behind, probably keeping a safe distance between the two of you so Travis wouldn’t drunkenly yell out something stupid. And he had succeeded because when you reached his bed and turned around, he was standing in the room with you and the door closed. Along with the silence, an awkward tension filled the room.

“I’ll uh, change in the bathroom,” Nolan said, walking over to some drawers and pulling out what looked to be a pair of sweatpants. “I’ll be back.”

You just nodded watching as he closed the door behind him before letting out the biggest breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. Part of you wanted to text Ryanne, send her a big SOS and ask her what to do. Another part of you was cursing you for making things awkward with Nolan. He was your best friend, if things were to be awkward like this forever, then you wouldn’t really have anyone else. And finally, the last part of you…wanted to know if just what Travis and Ryanne were talking about…was true. You sighed and grabbed your pajamas from the opposite corner of the bed, slipping out of your bodysuit and jeans and into the comfy pair of shorts and a Flyers t-shirt.

You couldn’t stop thinking about how Nolan stood there the moment it was just the two of you in the room. How he was chewing on the inside of his cheek and looking just about anywhere but at you. And how you were left there, alone in his room. You could turn on the tv to avoid the ever-growing silence, but when you looked around for the remote…it was nowhere to be seen. You sighed and stood up, walking towards the wall and turning off the switch before walking back towards his bed. You crawled onto it and grabbed his blankets, lying down and pulling them all the way up to your chin as you rolled onto your side, your back facing the door. As the silence grew louder, you tried your best to ignore the constant sound of the wheels in your brain turning and your heart beating against your chest.

Every time you closed your eyes, you were back in Preston’s apartment and back into the moment, you had confronted him about his test and ultimately, his confession of infidelity. Your mind was spinning in circles, trying to figure out how it ended up here– him cheating on you, breaking up with him and now you being Travis and Nolan’s third roommate. You, his girlfriend…the girl he said he loved more than anything. And yet, you couldn’t help but wonder if there were any other signs you missed, besides the late nights and sketchy behavior that could have led to you avoiding this altogether. Had he been distant? Yeah. A little more active on his phone? Sure, but he was a business guy…that was almost guaranteed he’d bring his work home with him.

How had you seen all the signs in front of you and still not connected it to the fact that maybe, just maybe, he had been cheating on you? Denial at its best, you guess.

You felt a tear slid down your cheek, you had been so zoned out that you didn’t even know you had started crying.

Nolan’s bedroom door opened, the light from the hallway illuminating the wall you were facing as voices grew louder. “Alright Patty, I’ll see you tomorrow.” That was Ghosty, he must be leaving the party now.

“Night, man,” Nolan replied before shutting the door and letting the darkness consume the room all over again.

You laid completely still as you heard him blindly shuffling around his room. You wanted to tell him that he could turn on the light, but you were afraid that if you opened your mouth, a sob would escape and he’d know that you were crying. The bed dipped on the spot next to you and some more movement against the sheets before the blanket lifted up and he slid beneath them, letting out a sigh.

“Hey, are you awake?” He whispered, the movement of his head against his pillow breaking the silence.

“Unfortunately,” you replied, rolling onto your back and staring at the ceiling. “My mind won’t stop thinking…”

It was silent for a few more moments as you felt Nolan’s faze on you. “Y/N…do you want to talk about it?”

You took a deep breath and shuddered out a sigh. “I just feel…so stupid, you know? How could I not see that he was cheating on me, multiple times when I’d seen the signs all along? He used to never work late, let alone late at night. He would rarely pick up his phone during dinner and yet he was always on it from the moment he got home. Talk about rose-colored glasses,” you expected Nolan to laugh at the slight joke or to at least have a small chuckle, but he was stone-faced and silent, taking in your story.

You shook your head as you thought back on the look in his eyes the moment you confronted him about the test. “And the way he tried to say that I was the one who gave him…” Your eyes shifted over to Nolan. “I felt like a fucking idiot…I still do. How could I not see this, Nol?”

Nolan let out a harsh sigh as his body shifted a little closer to you. “Y/N…he’s a fucking dick for even suggesting that you gave him Chlamydia. That alone should show you how big of a piece of trash he is,” he sighed, his body relaxing into the mattress. “And you’re not an idiot for not realizing that he was cheating on you. He was good at hiding it and you’re…you’ve got a big heart. You’re the kind of person who sees the good in everybody, so it’s not your fault that you thought that he wouldn’t cheat on you.”

A sob escaped from the back of your throat as the tears fell more now. Nolan wasted no time reaching out for you and bringing you into his bare chest. You turned your head into his chest, ignoring your racing heart as you just cried. He placed a hand behind your head and wrapped his other arm around your waist. He let out a few calming ‘Ssh’ now and then as he rubbed the back of your head and let you full on ugly cry.

“I know you know how I feel about him…hell, how all of the guys feel about him,” he whispered, running his fingers through your hair. “But I swear to God and on everything else Y/N, he never deserved you. He never deserved to even be a blip on your radar; you’re too good for him. Always were.”

You sniffled and kept your head on his chest. “Are you just saying that because you’re my best friend or do you really mean it?”

He stopped running his fingers through your hair and brought his hand to your face, lifting your head off of his chest and making you look at him. “I really mean it. Y/N, you deserve to be treasured and treated like the damn Princess you are. You deserve someone who supports and pushes you to achieve your dreams instead of ridiculing them. Someone who doesn’t make you second-guess his love for you. Someone who listens to what you say, even when you’re doing that little mumbling you do when you’re concentrated.”

His thumb started to wipe away the tears from your cheeks as he sighed. “You are one hell of a woman and as your best friend,” he paused a little as if the words were hard to speak. And I knew they were, especially after what Ryanne and Travis had suggested earlier. “As your best friend, I want you to find someone who treats you like that.”

“Like you?” You whispered, the room around you starting to feel with a kind of tension that you’d never noticed before.

His eyes focused on yours and nothing else, as the tension seemed to suck all of the air out of the room. “I think…I think you know how I feel.”

His hand was still cradling the right side of your face, softly but firm. You reached up and grazed his face with your fingers, feeling the small hint of stubble scratch your skin as you moved your hand further up his face, cupping his cheek. He leaned into your touch for a moment, closing his eyes as if he wanted to hide what he was feeling.

You leaned up and pressed your lips to his, a breath leaving you as you pulled away and kept your nose touching his. Your thumb brushed against his cheek as he kept his eyes closed. You leaned in again and this time he kissed you back. His lips a little chapped, but tasted of the watermelon flavored chapstick he was always putting on, along with the lingering taste of raspberry flavored vodka he’d been drinking earlier tonight. You parted your lips and traced his bottom lip with your tongue, inviting him to take the kiss further and letting the intoxicating feeling of his lips on yours, swallow you whole.

Instead, he pulled away and sighed. “No, not like this.”

It was as if you’d just been sucker punched in the guy. Were Travis and Ryanne wrong? What if they had misread Nolan’s feelings for you this entire time and he only sees you as a friend? If he had feelings for you, why did he just reject you? “I-I thought–“

He brushed your hair behind your ear. “I do, so…so bad, you have no idea. But not right now. Not when you’re like this.” His words put you at ease as he pulled you further into him and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “It was a hell of a kiss though, now get some sleep. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”

[flipsideds]

“ oh, haha... ”  a default response to a very non-default situation –– a little post-show, barside rendez-vous with an older man who insists nour has been singing to directly to him the entire night. “ flirting ?  i... ”  

gentle eyes gloss over the banquet hall’s dimmed lights, bright smiles, flickering electric candles... “ . . . what’s that ? ”  and then he’s off, gin and tonic in hand. three strides and it’s already half-drained. yikes.

or, alternatively :  greetings loved ones!! my name is linc ( 21 / est / she/her ) and here is the ever so graceful, ever so unintentionally magnetic nour al-busiri! below the cut you’ll find a messy run-down. i am so excited to plot & write with all of you !!

( i’m scheduled for a tonsillectomy tomorrow so i’m gonna be so grateful for the distraction, y’all have no idea. ) 

if you want some great mood-setters for this beb’s backstory / insight into his soul, slap on some jacob collier, kevin garrett, or charlie burg ‘n let’s get cookin’ !

so this is all copy-pasted from a discord chat with devon bc i improvised nour’s entire life story over a span of... 10 minutes ?? bahaha pls enjoy i apologize in advance. ( i also put this in normal text size bc it is v long and i don’t want anyone hurting their eyes !! protect dem beautiful retinas <3 )

h i s t o r y .

his parents met in grade school in egypt, but then didn't reconnect until their masters studies crossed paths in london... immediately fell head over heels again ( had they been searching for one another in crowds since being 6-7 years old?? maybe... ). graduated top of their class, accepted job offers in london in the biopharmaceutical realm. but then. when nour was 3...

they were involved in a freak monorail accident on their way back from a science conference in amsterdam. the babysitter paid 80 quid to watch the kids for two nights became their sole protector in this world. british authorities had trouble contacting other kin, but managed to reach mr. al-busiri's mother, rashida, who was still living in dahab with her second husband, zaim.

the al-busiri's came from old money. so off nour goes ( and potentially his older bro if i decide he exists... potential wc with a rami malek fc tbh ) to live in the city which, unbeknownst to him, sparked his parents' storybook love.

so nour grows up in this like... picturesque seaside childhood. collects shells. bonds with his grandmother and her husband. they encourage him with school, etc. but he quickly shows that he excels at maths and... music? wow. that's unexpected. gets his first piano at 5. first guitar at 6. by 8 1/2, he's managed to hodge-podge together a little recording studio for himself in his bedroom, and he's constantly serenading his friends at school.

( death tw / illness tw ) then comes zaim's stroke. he lives for four months after, but he loses his ability to speak. his motor skills deteriorate. nour and his grandmother do their best to tend to him –– she's already about 40% down the macular degeneration path, but hasn't told him yet that her vision's going. so 10 y/o nour does what he does best: unconditional love and support, delivered through the gift of song. zaim dies after requesting his favorite song: 'blackbird' by the beatles, sung in verses alternating from english to arabic.

after,  it's just nour and rashida against the world ( maybe his brother too bergorghre if i decide he's a thing ) . rashida's forced to come clean about her vision the day she can't for the life of her find the bloody pen she just put down so she can finish signing off on nour's choir trip permission slip. ( it's right next to her, to her left, just out of her closing field of vision. ) things progress more rapidly after that. by the time nour's 16, his grandmother is legally blind. it's not an uncommon sight to see him at the markets or strolling along the beach with her on his arm. she refuses canes as long as nour's around. ( “ don't rob me of my youth, nuri-nuri [ my light ] ”  )

despite her growing dependency on him, she encourages him to apply to unis all over the globe. by the time college apps roll around, nour is somewhat of a local household name: he plays summer concerts, coffee shops, and is even asked to play at his teacher's wedding ceremony –– and his neighbor's cat funeral.

acceptances roll in. julliard. berkeley. chicago school of music. he chooses chicago, because there's someone there. someone he connected with online a few years back, a friend, but... could turn into something more. this hopeless romantic heedlessly ventures off to find out if this boy in chicago might... be someone. something more.

spoiler alert: he gets to chicago, starts music school. and each meet-up they set? gets pushed. sometimes it's traffic. a cold. transit trouble. can't get work off, sorry. things with ma are really tough. the excuses kept coming but... nour's naive. he believes every word. but in his second year of uni, things....... start getting suspicious. by chance, he spots this man in the window of a coffee shop downtown. overjoyed, he texts as much. but ... messages go read and unanswered. phone calls dwindle.

his music suffers. so does his muse. so much so that he's tempted to drop out, to throw in the towel, to just...... go back home. he speaks with his grandmother each day on the phone. she's doing well, stop worrying, nuri-nuri, your uncle is taking good care of me. nour goes on dates. thinks about chicago boy. thinks about him a lot.

he's 20 when it happens. sat on a stage in a little dive bar, tuning his acoustic guitar for an opening number, and there. those eyes. he knows them.

they talk after the show, in the alley. share a cigarette. and it's almost like... maybe things are finally clicking. maybe this is finally their shot.

except chicago boy ( neil ) says they have to stop talking. that he had to just... see nour for himself. see that he's real. hear him sing, and... move on. nour doesn't buy it. pushes back. asks why the hell neil'd come out now only to slink back to the shadows. things get heated. neil yells. and the men... the men who hear and come running ?  they think nour is the cause of it all.

( hate crime tw, violence tw )  how many kicks does it take to break to the center of a broken heart ? twelve. how many broken ribs does it take to immobilize a probably terrorist, dude ? four. shattered wrist. snapped ankle. broken arm. cracked skull. and neil scuttles off like nour's bad meat. bad blood. like he asked for this. 

chicago school of music receives a call from weiss memorial three days later.

nour never gets his degree. he breaks his apartment lease. flies home after he heals, spends a year with his grandmother and uncle. just... creating. writing, playing, trying to fill that void with something. but then things with his uncle get heated. he wants to put his own mother in a home, sell the estate, pocket the cash. nour fights it, but he's got no legal bearing.

the nursing home concept never takes hold, though, because his grandmother's still sharp as shit and refuses to sign anything nour doesn't read first. eventually the uncle grows tired of fighting and stops trying, just... slinks back to his husband and keeps his mouth shut. nour's grandmother pressures him to go back to chicago, make that city wish he never left. take back his own story. together they work to find a live-in aide they trust. freshly 22, nour ventures back to the city that broke him.

he finds cheap housing, a gig. the malnati, seems legit. good money. good exposure. and then he meets @ryderxmms​ –– they form one night stand. when not scheduled for malnati banquets, you can find nour providing vocals ( and occasional keys ) in the dive bars / parties the band lands gigs at.

g e n e r a l .

nour creates like food and drink don’t exist, sunlight is an illusion, and all the human body needs for sustenance is sound. he can find his way around just about any instrument under the sun, but his main poisons are piano, acoustic guitar, and digital recording tools –– think jacob collier and you’re right on the money.

actually, i’m stealing a lot of jacob collier discography and pegging it as his creations. this kid’s got an experimental sound and loves it.

he grew up speaking english and arabic equally, but because he learned english in london and then continued in egypt, he does have a mild brit-arab accent. it’s v cute, i promise.

looks like he’d be a total lothario, yeah ?? but. he’s so shy ?  so sweet ?  get him on a stage and he’s shameless but plop him in a bar and eye him up and he’ll honestly just smile nervously and pretend you’re looking at someone else.

love languages : singing to his succulents and plants before his 5am morning runs. facetime calls at times least convenient for him, but most convenient for you. little notes written on napkins, smiley face doodles included. candy bars. lingering a little longer in doorways after saying hello, just to see you smile.

he’s got major water sign vibes. birthday comin’ up in march, woot woot !!

he often wears very simple statement pieces. he likes rings, crystal pendants, leather bracelets. soft tees layered with embroidered jackets, metallic blazers. somehow he pulls off mixed media and crazy prints that should never go together ?  he just... is so easy breezy.

he often wears his hair wild ‘n curly, unless the gig he’s got mandates a more streamlined look. 

falls in love.... 14 times a day ??  really.

has a scar across his left temple from the incident with neil. will probably write it off as a bike riding accident. ( he doesn’t know how to ride a bike. )

don’t let him cook ever, okay ??  unless you want him to literally do this.

pls come at me for all the plots ?  i’m so open for all the things !!!  y’all got me on discord, so feel free to slide on into my dms. i promise i will be so thrilled <3

[ims-monbebe]

Just Coming Over.

Authors note: Hello readers, I’m back with another smut. (Are we really surprised though?) I forgot to mention that  I’m doing a mx smut series and I posted my Hyungwon one a few days ago and you can read that one here. if you would like. So a little back story on this story. I read a mutual’s of mine post (literally early this morning) @viptrash about a Kihyun and Changkyun dream she had and I asked her if I can write it out for my series and she said yes! (the original post you can find here ) It was super nice and amazing of her to let me and I can’t thank you enough. It was super fun and filthy to write and I can’t believe I finished it in a day so here we are. Give her a follow and lots of love because she’s the best for allowing me to do this! And please look out for the rest of this series if you enjoy this story.

As always if smut makes you uncomfortable please don’t read, but if you’re a pervert like me press on that keep reading button.

Pairing: Kihyun x Female reader (and Changkyun lmao)

Rating: (M) NSFW (explicit sex)

- Voyeurism 

Enjoy :-)

  The early morning is always full of pleasant surprises. Kihyun’s eyes still have sleep tracing over them as he wakes up before you. He naturally turns to you and smiles, observing you soundly sleeping is naturally his favorite thing to do, especially since you were one great sleep talker. Your babbling always kept him amused as your crazy dreams run wild. He eagerly watches your body heave up and down as your plump cheeks gently turn a crimson red. He tenderly touches your forehead and your body’s heating up in its peaceful sleep. His eyebrow raises in concern but it quickly fades as he undoubtedly hears you whisper in your peaceful slumber.

 “C-changkyun.” You moan out.

  He merely looks at you, startled and surprised. Changkyun? What could you possibly be dreaming about Changkyun for?

  “Right there, don’t stop Changkyun.”

  He inevitably feels his face heat up as he instantly puts two and two together, you were experiencing a wet dream and to his bewildering surprise, it wasn’t about him, but his dear friend Changkyun. He chuckles in amusement as you continue to moan and beg for another man. After a decent amount of time, your body wakes itself out of profound sleep. You sit up, breathing heavy as your body is merely covered in a nervous sweat, and you’re feeling hot and bothered. You wipe the sweat that drips from your burning forehead before you look around.

  You inevitably see Kihyun laying down, his elbow propped up and his careless hand rests on his head as his envious eyes watch you intensely. He gives you a teasing smile as you lay back down.

  “Good morning sleeping beauty.” He gently pushes his sensitive lips onto yours. “How was your peaceful sleep?”

  You try hiding your embarrassment as you speak gently. “It was splendid, how was yours?”

  “It was pleasant as well, any interesting dreams?” His sarcastic smile widens.

  “Uhh, nothing necessarily particular.”

  “Oh really? So you were just moaning for Changkyun because you fondly dreamt of you two bird watching?”

  You shake your head, evident embarrassment forcibly taking over your body. “Kihyun I’m-“

  “No, it’s okay, really. Tell me about it.”

  You look up at him before sighing regretfully. “Well, I naturally assume you know it was a sex dream.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well,” You look down at your fingers twirling around your tangled hair.“I dreamt you were gone doing who knows what and Changkyun came over looking uneasily for you. And for some odd reason, I was seductively wearing that one sexy nightgown that you really like on me. And I guess in my erotic dream he really liked it too because before I knew it he was fucking me good on our living room wall.”

  Kihyun only laughs, his body now resting upon your bed's frame. He brings his soft and gentle hand to your rosy face and strokes your cheek with his thumb, his eyes now dark with desire. “You dirty little whore. You want to fuck Changkyun that bad huh? I can tell, the careless way you always tense up when he’s around. I’ll allow you if he’s okay with it.”

  Your tired eyes widen in surprise at his words. “Wait for what?”

  “I want to see if he can fuck you as good as you naively think he can.” He only smiles. “Go make some breakfast and I’ll call him right now.”

  “O-okay.” You say wearily as you get up from your bed, barely believing what you’re hearing. “I’ll go do that then.”

  You walk aimlessly to the kitchen and start forcibly pulling out the essential pots and pans you need to make breakfast, still surprised over what Kihyun told you. You didn’t even think that would be something he’s into but maybe, he is? He’s into some bizarre things so you wouldn’t put it past him. You just never thought you’d have this rare opportunity. You always found Changkyun irresistible and just his voice alone was enough to make you cum. It was so attractive, so who wouldn’t cum because of it?

  “Still thinking about Changkyun?” Kihyun says, walking into the kitchen. You blatantly ignore him as you continue to whisk some eggs, his phone in his hands. “You’re that much of an eager bitch huh?”

  “Kihyun-“

  He holds his finger up at you as he instantly puts his phone on speaker. After a few rings a tired Changkyun answer.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, its Kihyun.”

  Your body shudders at the raw sound of his hoarse voice, it’s even deeper when he’s just woken up. You shake your head as you continue to anxiously make breakfast, refusing to look up at Kihyun.

  “The fuck do you want this early?”

  Kihyun only chuckles. “Y/N and I are making breakfast and just wanted to see if you’d like to come over for some. That’s all.”

  “Uh,” He trails off.“I guess, but this is kinda unusual.”

  “Great, how soon can you get here?”

  “20 minutes I guess.”

  “Great we’ll see you then.”

  Kihyun hangs up the phone as he sits carefully on the counter observing you prepare some breakfast for the two of you and now you’re new guest.

  “Kihyun,” You sigh impatiently as you pour some pancake batter onto a battered pot. “Why are you gonna let me do this?”

  He looks down at you. “I’m not letting you do anything, it’s all up to Changkyun. We’ll see if he wants to fuck you as much as you desperately want to fuck him.”

  You sigh but only nod. You get consumed in anxious time as you finish preparing breakfast as the doorbell goes off. You stop dead in your tracks as butterflies fill up in your nervous stomach not realizing how much time has overwhelmingly passed. Kihyun grins a mischievous grin at you as he walks up to the door, promptly opening it.

  “Good morning Changkyun!” He says once the door is open. “Glad you can make it, please come in.”

  Changkyun walks in, looking irresistibly good. Damn him. He’s in one of his black hoodies and gray sweat pants, looking lazy but still surprisingly good. Kihyun and him walk warily into the kitchen we’re Changkyun greats you. The three of you sit down at the table as you all begin to eat breakfast, small talk filling the air.

  After a moment of deafening silence, Kihyun begins to speak up. “So Changkyun you’re probably wondering the underlying reason why you’re here.”

  He takes a bite of bacon before nodding. “Kinda.”

  Kihyun leans back in his chair, his arms folding across his exposed chest. “Alright, I’m going to get straight to it. Do you wanna fuck my girlfriend?”

  Changkyun chokes on his orange juice, anxious eyes widening with horrified surprise as he hits his chest slightly, desperately trying to recover his harsh breath. This was what he was least expecting. “What?”

 Kihyun laughs at his reaction. “Do you want to fuck Y/N?”

  He contemplates on his controversial question for a moment, terror running through his body as he thinks back to his drunken conversation with Jooheon. The one where he admitted he would love to have sex with Kihyun’s girlfriend, wondering if he overheard them at Minhyuk’s party last Friday. He sighs before speaking up again. “I mean... yeah Kinda. She’s hot but like dude, she’s your girlfriend. I don’t want to ruin your relationship, and I’m sorry if this is about what you overheard me telling Jooheon and-“

  Kihyun holds his hand up, silencing Changkyun. “That’s all I needed to know.”

  He gets up and leaves the table, leaving you and Changkyun alone in uncomfortable silence. The two of you avoid making eye contact before you hear Kihyun calling out to you.

  You look at Changkyun as he’s looking anxiously away from you. “Excuse me.” You say before you get out of your chair to find Kihyun.

  You find him in the bathroom his eyes eating away at you as you close the door. You two stare at each other for what feels like an eternity before you speak up.

  “Kihyun, this has gotten weird. Why did you leave me with Changkyun?”

  He doesn’t say anything. He drops to his knees, and his hands frantically grab onto the hem of your shorts. He forcibly pulls them down along with your panties. You look down at him with perplexed eyes.

  “What are you doing?”

  He doesn’t say anything as he turns on one of your mini vibrators to its highest setting. He places it onto your clit and pulls your bottoms back up.

  “K-kihyun.” You begin to moan out.

  He pulls himself to his feet as he places his hand onto your lips. “Shut the fuck up and listen to me because I’m only going to say this once, okay?”

  You fight back a moan as the vibrator continues but you barely nod. “Good girl. I’m not making you cum at all today kitten, and you can’t even make yourself cum.”Your eyes widen in surprise as he continues to speak.“Go and ask Changkyun if he wants to play with you, he’s the only one allowed to make you cum.”

  “B-but Kihyun-,“ You stutter out.

  “Shhh don’t interrupt me,” He looks at you.“You desperately want to cum don’t you?”

  You merely nod. “So kitten you better sweet talk him, and hope he agrees, or it looks like you��re not coming at all. Now go before he runs out of here.”

  He opens the door to the bathroom and forcefully pushes you out, your legs wobbly as the vibrator works hard against your clit. You hold in your moans, not wanting to terribly upset Kihyun as you make your way to the dining room. This was one thing but you knew to never break any of Kihyun’s insane conditions, ever. You laugh harshly to yourself as your nervous hands forcibly hold your frail body up by the plastered walls of your house, this fucking asshole. He recognizes what you overwhelmingly desire and is ruthlessly exploiting it for his own pleasure, he took asshole to a whole new level and that’s a challenging thing to accomplish.

  You barely manage to make your way to the table where Kihyun and Changkyun sit. The vibrator at its highest setting has you not being able to think, let alone even speak. The unbearable tension in your core keeps building as you find yourself in front of Changkyun. You know and even Ki knows you can’t last long, and you’ll cum at any critical second. Kihyun looks at you with his jet-black eyes, smiling proudly at himself.

  You open your mouth, desperately attempting to affirm something but all that you’re able to get out is a faint moan. Changkyun looks up at you with worried and confused eyes as your body reluctantly begins to shake uncontrollably, your orgasm approaching faster as each second slips away. You look up at Kihyun, and you can’t believe he didn’t even put the setting down a little as another moan falls from your lips. Your sore knees buckle underneath you and you fall hopelessly onto the floor of your kitchen. Your eyes shut tight as your orgasm washes over your body, your loud moans filling the room. Your hands squeeze onto your thighs as you vainly try to ride out your bodies high, not even caring that you hopelessly broke Kihyun’s condition. Your ragged breath is harsh as you look up at both of them through hooded eyes, Changkyun not believing what he's witnessing.

  He looks at Kihyun, putting two and two together. “Dude, what the hell?”

  He blatantly ignores him as he gets up from his seat and walks over to you. He gets on his knee as he lifts your chin up by his thumb, shaking his head. “You couldn’t even ask him to play with you before you started to cum like the little whore you are. You didn’t have permission to come yet, kitten.”

  You only mutter your sorry as you fall desperately into Kihyun’s chest, your pathetic excuse of apologies not good enough for him. He gathers a handful of your uncombed hair and forcibly pulls your head up so you can look at Changkyun. “Go ahead and beg him to make you feel good, even though a dirty slut like you doesn’t deserve it.”

  Your eyes meet Changkyun, panic overtaking his face as his hands rest on his crotch, trying to conceal his growing erection. Kihyun looks over at the two of you before smiling devilishly.

  “It’s basic manners kitten, and you have to ask him to play with you.”

  Changkyun looks at Kihyun. “I’m really scared but like my dick’s really hard at the same time.”

  “You hear that kitten? Now beg him. Come on he’s waiting.”

  Your eyes shut tight as you fight back the tears desperately trying to escape your eyes. Your body begins shaking as Kihyun neglects to turn off the vibrator. Your body is rapidly leading you into another orgasm, and you don’t think your body can handle another one like this.

  “P-please, please, please fuck me Kyun please I need you to make me feel good Changkyun please.” You manage to whimper out, surprised at yourself.

  Your eyes continue to aggressively fight tears as Kihyun pulls on your hair harder so you can look up at him. “What do good girls say?”

  “P-please.” You whimper. “Please fuck me.”

  After a long moment of thought, Changkyun stands up. Kihyun lets go of the grip he maintains on your hair before he gets off the floor too. They only nod at each other before you feel Changkyun’s soft hands pick you up and place you onto the chair he was once sitting on. He drops to his knees as he quickly removes your shorts and panties, removing the vibrator from your clit. He turns it off and places it on the table. You sigh out of short-lived relief as you look down at Changkyun.

  “Thanks.” You say between low breaths. “That was becoming unbearable.”

  He doesn’t say anything as his nervous hands push your exposed legs further apart and he places them on top of his shoulders. He stares anxiously at your exposed cunt, licking away at his lips his own lust now consuming him. His fingers slide up your wet slit and he moans to himself, enjoying the feeling. You look down at him as he continues his actions. His fingers are soft and gentle, a lot different than Kihyun’s aggressiveness. He looks up at you with darkening eyes.

  “Where do you want to feel my lips?”

  “On my clit,” You lean your head back on the chair.“Please?”

  He only nods, his fingers now parting you at your lips to reveal your thoroughly aroused clit. Changkyun tilts his head, amazed at how turned on you already are. He doesn’t know if it was Kihyun or him doing this to you but he doesn’t care at that point. He wants to make you feel better then Kihyun ever can.

  He dips his head down and he flattens his tongue onto your clit. You throw your head back slightly as your nervous fingers roam aimlessly through his hair, tugging frantically at it. He moans softly onto your clit as your arousal takes over his tastebuds. You moan softly at the new feeling as he begins to circle his tongue slowly onto your clit.

  “Fuck Changkyun,” You cry out as you begin to buck your hips up slightly. “Don’t stop please.”

  Changkyun looks up at you, his name rolling off your tongue in such a scandalous way is absolutely enchanting to him. He only replies with a moan as his desperate grip on your thighs tightens as he takes your tender bud into his mouth, sucking on it harshly. You pull on his hair harder as a loud gasp escapes your lips, at this point you felt like you were going to cum instantly. Kihyun sits on one of the empty seats on the table, watching it all unfold. He raises his eyebrow as he observes you become undone by one of his dearest friends, his cock rock hard and twitching slightly inside his pants. The unusual sight was memorizing to him as you bucked your hips harder onto Changkyun, looking anxiously for any more friction as he eats you out like you’re the only thing he’ll ever taste. Both of your pants, grunts, and moans filling the careless air was beautiful music to his ears. Changkyun pulls away for a second as he looks up at you, a thin sheen of sweat glosses over his forehead as he places a finger into your wet cunt. You hiss at the sudden feeling of fullness as he adds a second finger and begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, his fingertips grazing along your g-spot with each thrust.

  “God, you have such a pretty pussy,” He mumbles as he inevitably brings his lips back to your clit.“I can eat you out for hours.”His voice is raspy and husk as he darts his tongue out again, his assault on your clit continuing.

  You stifle back a moan as he continues his actions, adding a third finger. Your faint gasp and pants are music to his ears as he takes your bud into his mouth again. He moans as he feels your arousal coating his fingers as he works his way deeper into you. His pace quickens as you moan louder for him, encouraging to keep up what he’s executing. The bittersweet sensation of orgasm rapidly approaches your body again as you stare down at Changkyun, the sight of him alone was enough to make you cum. You tense up as you desperately try holding off, enjoying Changkyun’s tongue a little too much.

  “Changkyun,” Your voice shaking as your body reaches its limit.“F-fuck I’m gonna cum, please let me cum?”

  He hums onto your clit, and the excessive vibration forcibly sends you over the edge. “Yes pretty girl, cum for me.”

  Your head falls back as his tongue and finger actions get faster. The overheated room is filled with your high needy moans and excessive profanities as you release onto his tongue. Your frail body is slightly shaking as his grip on you tightens, trying to help you ride out your orgasm. You release the grip you have on his hair as your eyes are shut tight, trying to collect your thoughts while he’s licking your release clean with his tongue. Changkyun pulls himself up from the floor and cups both of his hands on your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss. The taste of you lingering on his tongue.

  “You did well for me pretty girl.” He mumbles incoherently as he pulls away.

  The both of you freeze for a moment as you turn and see Kihyun watching the both of you. A slight red tint takes over Changkyun’s burning cheeks as he realizes what just happened and with whose girlfriend. Kihyun only nods and he turns back to you, a crooked smile on his handsome face.

  “What do you want me to do to you now princess? How do you want me to fuck you?”He asks casually as he pushes your hair out of your flushed face.

  “Well since you asked I want you to fuck me hard against that wall over there.” You point to the living room.”You look at him suddenly feeling bold.

  “Well, I can definitely do that.”

  He pulls you onto your feet, and the three of you make your way to the living room. Kihyun sits down on the overstuffed couch while you and Changkyun walk shyly over to the dingy wall of the room. Kihyun's arms fold over his chest as he looks eagerly from you to Changkyun, a devious smile undoubtedly forming on his rosy lips.

  "Whenever the two of you are ready."

  You and Changkyun look at each other for a moment, the deafening silence of the room eating away at the two of you. You take the initiative and aggressively push your sensitive lips onto Changkyun's. His eager arms grasp your body as he relentlessly pushes you up against the decorated wall by the frayed collar of your oversized shirt. His mouth works slowly against yours as he brings your shirt over your head and discards it, leaving your breast completely exposed. The both of you pull away for a second so you can carefully remove of his hoodie, leaving him in nothing but his sweats. One of his hands roams down to your ass and grabs onto the warm flesh, you yelp in surprise as his other hands squeeze one of your breasts, his index, and middle finger latching onto your nipple. He looks at you for a second before he forces his tender lips onto your own again. You extend your tongue along his lower lip and he eagerly slides his tongue against your own, you both moan at the sudden contact before he pulls away again.

  You forcefully push his sweats and boxer-briefs down his legs and you frantically grab his hard cock in your hands. You begin moving your hand slowly up and down his shaft as a soft needy moan escapes his lips. He quickly pushes your body up the wall, dying to get inside of you, to experience what you feel like. Hell, he's thought about it on some occasions, so he needs to know what you feel like. He positions himself at your entrance and pushes himself inside of you, the both of you moaning at the incredible feeling. He looks anxiously at you as he carefully adjusts himself, feeling like he was going come by just the warmth and wetness of your pussy alone.

  "Doing good?" He looks up at you as your arms wrap around his neck.   You nod. "Never better."

  He slowly begins to thrust his sore hips in and out of you slowly, your grip on his arms tighten as you gasp, the fullness of his cock instantly taking over all the sense in your body. "Fuck," You cry out, a delighted smile plastered on your rosy face as his cock hits your sensitive spot. "Right there Changkyun."

  He moans into your ear, not getting used to the sound of his name falling from your lips. He continues the rhythm of his pace as his hands slide down to your hips, remaining you steady so you don't fall. Your low needy moans and his grunts of pleasure are the only sounds that fill the room. Kihyun sits back as he watches the two of you. His hands roam down to the insides of his sweats as he grabs onto his hard cock. He begins to pump his hand up and down his shaft at a rapid pace, his eyes shut tight as a soft moan falls from his lips. His eyes flutter open as he continues to follow the two of you, in love with the sight,

  You bite onto your lip as your head falls back onto the wall. Changkyun's hips begin thrust at a faster pace as you keep moaning out his name in encouragement. He brings one of his unoccupied hands to your neck and begins to harshly apply pressure.

  "You feel so good around me," He whispers in your ear, his voice low and breath burning."Fuck you're so tight and warm."

  You moan at his words, fuck he's so hot when he talks like that. You feel the sensation of orgasm come back to your core as you tighten around his cock, whimpering at the pleasure you're feeling. His hand presses harder onto your neck as you gasp for air.

  "Are you gonna cum kitten?"

  You only nod in response, and an eager grin takes over his face. "Go ahead and come for me. Come on my cock and get it all wet for me." A moan tears through your body as you begin to come hard onto his cock and he only smiles. "Fuck yeah just like that kitten, you're such a good girl."

  Changkyun tries to hold onto you as you ride out your orgasm, your body shuddering with each wave of pleasure as you slur out profanities. You're left breathless and bliss as you look up at him, a smile plastered onto his face as his stares proudly down at you. His thrusts continue at a reckless and sloppy pace, rushing to get to his release, after a few more pumps he pulls out of you and he brings his hand down to his cock and begins to pump his hand up and down his shaft quickly. He cums with a groan and before you know it he's setting you down onto the floor. His forehead rests onto yours as he pushes his body off the wall.

  You both turn to Kihyun to see him at his release, grunting and slurring in the process. His head falls back onto the couch as he looks at you two. You and Changkyun quickly get dressed and when you’re down you fall into Kihyun's arms. He places a kiss to your forehead before Changkyun comes back into the room.

  "I don't know what to say to that but it was great."

  Kihyun nods as him and Changkyun bump fists. "Yeah, I can agree."

  "I guess I'll leave you two alone but if you need anything like that again you can call me."

  You and Kihyun walk Changkyun to the door and watch him leave, and just as fast as he showed up he was gone. You sigh as you close the door and turn to Kihyun, who is now sitting back on the couch flipping through t.v channels.

  "So..." You trail off looking at him. "That wasn't weird?"

  He looks up at you. "Why would it be?"

  You shrug. "I'm just making sure."

  He grabs onto your arm and pulls you onto his lap, placing a gentle kiss onto your forehead. "It wasn't weird it's something we both wanted right?"

  You smile. "Yeah you're right, I just got to get used to it I suppose."

  He smiles as his hands fall onto your ass. "Good girl, are you prepared for round two with only me?"

  You smile as you bring him in for another kiss. "Absolutely."

[sklminho]

Drunken Nights - Minho

Plot: Who the hell was this guy and what was he doing in your yard, petting your dog, at 3 in the morning?

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: I found a prompt and got inspired to write it. Not really sure what this is but hope you all enjoy it ~ And yes I named the dog Bagel, fight me. 

If it wasn’t for the echoing crash you heard from your backyard, you would still be asleep by now. Okay, that was slightly a lie seeing that you had been watching Netflix and refused to sleep until you finished the second season.

You wanted to assume it was your dog that caused the sudden ruckus, but your mind, of course, tricked you into believing there was now a murderer in your backyard.

What you found was quite possibly worse, but thankfully not life-threatening.

With a lamp that you hurriedly grabbed off the coffee table in hand, you threw open the back door of your house and shone your phone’s flashlight into the dark. Creaks coming from the cold wood under your bare feet, you forced yourself to trek further into the pitch black yard.

“H-hello?” your voice was barely audible even in the silence. “Bagel, are you causing trouble back here?” Slowly walking over to the dog house you made for Bagel a few months ago, you spotted a figure slumped against the small structure. Although the lamp was starting to hurt your arm, you gripped it tighter and made your way over to something you wish you didn’t have to come close to.

“What a good deggieee,” slurred the obviously drunk guy who was happily petting your dog in the dead of night. At the very least, Bagel was enjoying the sudden attention. The man looked over at the bright light that was slowly approaching him, squinting when the light went straight into his eyes.

You let out a sigh of relief but also frustration. The man before him was not a murderer but looked to be a drunk college student. He was wearing a black pair of track pants and a white tank top that was slowly starting to slip off his shoulders. His dyed light brown hair was slightly covering his eyes and his smile was something that could quite possibly kill. It might have even had an effect on you if it weren’t the most ridiculous situation you had ever been in.

“What the fuck dude. What the hell are you doing?” you stood before the other, hand on your hip with a disapproving look and an urge to hit the guy over the head with the lamp anyways. The other only smiled, looked at Bagel, and patted the dog on the head before looking back at you.

“Deggs are just great,” the boy snickered, harshly slurring his words. Soon after, the brown-haired boy’s face contorted into something that you couldn’t understand until it was too late. Slightly warm liquid spilled from the boy’s mouth and onto your bare feet. If there was a moment that you didn’t want to exist most, you’d chose this one. Holding back a scream and vomit of your own, you looked down at the boy who was now wiping his mouth and slurring something you believed was an apology but you weren’t quite sure. As quick as you could, you ran over to the hose and sprayed your feet with the highest setting the freezing cold water would allow.

The thousands of stars visible above felt as though as they were mocking you. Far away from everything, shining brightly, and most of all, quite possibly already dead. Was it possible to amputate your feet by yourself? If it was, you would’ve already done it by now. Even with your feet being washed clean, you felt like the vomit was still there. The lamp you had brought out had now been forgotten next to the dog house where Bagel had now fallen back asleep. The usual annoying sounds of the crickets hiding in the bushes and the water spraying your feet filled your ears instead of the thumps that came from stranger finding his way into the house.  

Wiping the stray tears from your eyes, you went back to the spot where the guy had now disappeared from. Mumbling  ‘thank god’ under your breath, you climbed the stairs back to your house only to find the stranger now curled up on the couch.

“You have to be fucking kidding me right now,” was the only thing you could say before just giving up. Going back to your room and locking the door, just in case, you threw yourself into bed, face hitting the pillow. You wished you could disappear. Why of all places did this guy choose your house to go to? It was one of the smallest houses on the block. The gate surrounding the house had to be much taller than the stranger as well. How the hell did this guy get over the fence? Thoughts flooding your mind and sleep getting the best of you, you soon slipped into dreamland where thankfully not even the stranger managed to bug you.

9:00 in the morning. It was 9:00 in the morning and you completely forgot you told your friend you’d treat them to breakfast at 8:30 because you lost a bet. The bet was something even you knew he couldn’t win but did for the fun of it because no one beats Seungmin at charades. There’s something about that kid's mind that could turn what looked like a butterfly into a firefighter and get the correct answer. You got the worst partner as well. Hyunjin was like an old man trying to pick up the pocket change he accidentally dropped 24/7. He was completely hopeless. Meaning, he can’t tell a dragon from a pencil even if you spelled it out for him. The most confusing part of this situation is that Seungmin wanted breakfast at such an ungodly time. You couldn’t tell if it was because Seungmin knew you always went to be so late at night or because Seungmin actually enjoyed being up at this time of day.

At least 30 texts messages and 5 phone calls later, you were about to run out the door when you caught sight of the stranger from last night sitting on the couch, groaning and holding his head in his hands. Walking over to him, you tapped him on the shoulder and gave him somewhat of a death glare. Pulling his head up slowly, the stranger looked confusingly at you while trying his best to control his massive headache.

“Who the hell are you,” the stranger groaned once more, “and where the hell am I?”

Heaving a sigh, you texted Seungmin, telling him you’d need just a few more minutes and looked down at the stranger.

“I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3 in the morning and when I asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet and then 15 minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now also what the fuck is your name and why were you patting a dog in a stranger's backyard in the middle of the night.”

The stranger soon let out a laugh. Even through the throbbing pain in his head and the fact he didn’t have any clue where he was, he found the situation to be quite comical. Standing up, the stranger put out his hand. You, not finding the situation funny in any way, didn’t accept his “gracious” offer.

“The name’s Minho. Lee Minho. My dorm had a huge party last night since finals were over, which means there was lots of beer, and I drank until I couldn't see straight. How I ended up in your backyard, I can’t really be sure. Probably saw your dog or something and really wanted to pet him. Sorry about your feet though, that wasn’t intentional. Just a side effect of, ya know, being shitface drunk and all.” Minho was still trying his best not to die on the spot from the pain of just keeping his eyes open. You noticed his uneasiness and told him to sit back down and brought the boy a glass of water and some aspirin. After all, you may hate this guy but you’re not a monster. Hangovers are one of the worst things on the planet especially considering Minho ended up somewhere unimaginable. Getting another text, you realized you had to go before Seungmin literally tore your head off. He was too impatient for his own good and you knew, no matter what, you’d be nagged the entire time at the restaurant.

“Okay, introductions are over, you got your medicine and everything’s all good. As much as I enjoyed this talk, I really have to go before my friend kills me.” Rushing Minho out the door, you were about to get in your car and take off until he noticed Minho hovering behind you. Turning around, you felt uneasy at Minho’s sweet smile.

“Maybe… we could hang out sometime?” Minho awkwardly asked while rubbing the nape of his neck. You could feel every cell in your body saying no yet you felt the weird compulsion to go against what they were telling you. Standing there for a moment, you knew it’d be best to avoid this mess of a guy.

“You threw up on my feet and came into my house uninvited and now you want to hang out?”

Minho refused to lift his head and look you in the eye but was determined to get what we wanted. “You seem pretty cool and you’re like, one of the most gorgeous people I’ve ever met, so why not?” Minho was stumbling over his words while trying not to notice the way your jacket was slipping off your shoulder.

“No,” was all you could mutter trying your best to hide the smile that was creeping onto your face.

“Looks like I’ll have to come back tomorrow night, preferably even drunker than before,” Minho snickered. Finally looking you in the eye, Minho noticed the frustration his words caused you.

Everything that happened last night flashed before your eyes and all you knew is that you didn’t want to be put in that situation again.

“Okay, fine! Here’s my number so don’t even think about coming again tonight.” Typing your number into Minho’s phone, you sent the boy off with a frown and got into your car. Before you took off to meet up with Seungmin, as much as you wish he didn’t have to, you already received a text from who you only could assume to be Minho.

Unknown Number, 9:08 A.M 

Don’t miss me too much, I’ll be back soon. ; )

[dahliias]

hello children it me theye. i am playing my love, my life, dahlia. you can read about my trash monster below n as always pls come plot w me ,,,,, u all know how i feel about plotting 

lmao so. this is dahlia day hayes, aka twin sister to dexter hayes, aka the sensible one

jus call her dahlia . there are nicknames her Favorite People can use (dee namely) but if ur not someone she actively likes she’ll probably pour her drink on you lmao

ok so dahlia is 22, bisexual but its like a men 5 / 95 women thing , like she can appreciate the male form but 100% if u dont eat ur girl out she will 

so dahlia grew up in new york with a really irresponsible mum and a constantly growing family; her dad abandoned her, shes got 5 younger siblings she helped raise, it was a real fun shitshow

basically her entire life up until about 16 was her family -- dexter, her siblings, her mother, she was consumed with morning routines, bedtimes, diapers, sick children, dishes, laundry -- she had almost no personality outside of “caretaker”

except .... dahlia is lowkey p freaking amazing up in her head ? she’s amazing at engineering and math. she can fix microwaves, toasters, ovens, driers, cars, blenders. if something broke in the hayes household, it’s dahlia you’d hear little voices screaming for. 

she also has a calculator up in that head of hers. she’s been doing advanced calc since 8th grade, and senior year she was bored in two different ap math classes.

when she was 16 she decided that she wanted to try to make something of herself. she thought if she could claw her way out of the poverty-stricken mess, she could eventually bring her siblings with her and they could live a good life

so she applied for hundreds, hundreds of scholarships, met with college representatives, took her s.a.ts three times to get her 2300, -- all behind her family’s -- and dexter’s -- back

mid senior year, she found out that, against all odds, she had managed a full scholarship, living costs + relocation fees included, to berkley. with this knowledge, she pushed herself, and graduated with a 4.5.

she didn’t know how to tell her family, so she waited until a family dinner a few nights after her 18th birthday that she’d be leaving them. it broke her heart, but she desperately wanted to pursue her dreams, she wanted to know more about the world, and see more things than just the view from her crowded bedroom. 

she left for berkley in august -- and it was nothing like she expected? it was horrid. overwhelming. her dorm room was too empty. she missed her family. it was like they were inside of her, ripping her to pieces trying to drag her back to them.  she loved berkley, and finally had found a place she truly felt like she could belong and flourish, but she couldn’t handle being so far away from her twin, her babies, and her mother.

during spring break, when she finally saved up through work study to return, she dropped out and stayed with her family again; she hated herself for giving up something she was so excited and passionate about, but she felt like she couldn’t justify leaving her kids just to be selfish

so she adapted. she started working, although illegally, at a little nightclub as a waitress -- it helped, some, that she looked young, because sleezy drunk men were always willing to tip a young-looking blonde a little extra. 

she did a fair bit of illegal shit too -- she stole, she cheated, she pickpocketed, she conned, -- and eventually she ended up in underground fighting

she’s good, too. at first she came home with the shit kicked out of her every night, but she learned to anticipate the throws and learned where to hit to make it hurt, and how to use her body to hurt other people. 

she only fought on the weekends, but it was enough at the time

dahlia also grew angrier. every morning when she got home from a fight at 5 am and had to slather drugstore concealer all over her face to help get the kids up for school and out the door, she hated that -- once a genius with potential -- she let herself become a criminal. 

when dexter left the family, she grew hard; it’s hard to learn that you can’t even trust your family, but she learned that. she started working double-time, with half the time to sleep, waitressing and pickpocketing, fighting in safe rings on the weekends didn’t cut it anymore, so she started to go to rings where she would be pit against grown men; it was riskier, but the pot was much larger. 

eventually, one of the various dads of her siblings came back into their lives and tried to push in as “father,” and her mother, a wreck, let him. he told dahlia he wanted her to work on moving out because she was a bad influence on his kids, and dahlia was furious -- who was this man? a stranger who had left her family in the first place?  she refused, obviously. 

as time went on, the man became more and more aggressive with her, leading to an actual physical fight. she hurt him, and he kicked her out of the house she’d been raising her siblings in basically since she was a first grader.

she had literally no one -- so she took what money she had from the last few weeks, and put it together on a debit card. her plan was stupid and half-baked, but she decided that she would track down her wayward twin and force him to return with her so that she could get back the only purpose she had anymore -- her family.

dahlia’s not a nice girl. she doesn’t pretend to be. she’ll be perfectly cordial and nice, but if you pull a tone with her she’ll go 0 to bitch in ten seconds lmao. 

she’s not afraid of very much at all, and she has literally like four switchblades on her at any given moment, even though she’s definitely dressed like some mannequin at forever 21 lmao

she always has a lighter or a box of matches on her, and when she gets restless or agitated, she starts striking the matches, shaking them out, and throwing them on the ground, or flicking her lighter open and lighting it over and over again

she’s v unimpressed w the male population. thank dexter and her dad for that lmao 99% sure her favorite water bottle dead ass says “male tears” on it

honestly dee is so ?? edgy n mean n tough ?? but she dead ass dresses like any other lil preppy thing w her shorts n skirts n her sheer ass shirt and heeled boots, she loves the hot weather in marbella so far so she’s just like yes please i love shorts and i hate jackets

she had never actually seen the ocean before bc berkley isn’t in beach county, so when she got to marbella and saw the ocean in person the first time she finally found the one thing that scares her and takes her breath away lol

so sometimes she just sits in the sand looking at it bc she hasn’t plucked up the courage to go and play in it yet shes honestly so intimidated by the ocean . she’ll never admit it bc she is the Man Of The House but still 

it took her a while to hunt down her brother, she started in france and ended up here via hitch hiking and sneaking into trains, she has no fear its insane , so she’s probs only been in town like 2 weeks. 

she’s currently staying at a lil youth hostel so she only really has a nice army backpack full of three or four mismatched outfits and a toothbrush and a phone + charger that only works w wifi. she’s stealing toiletries from tourists and makes a living pickpocketing atm 

she’s probably going 2 be too easy to convince to kick back bc she hasnt had a goddamn day off in 4 years

when shes mad move anything breakable out of the way and do not stand close to a bar because she will throw a beer bottle at your head and she will destroy everything you own

the only ppl in the world who see any gentility to her are her baby siblings and they’re not here are they ????? 

if she Adopts u she will show u how soft and sweet and lowkey maternal she can be, but otherwise nah

i genuinely am so brain dead now i cannot think of many plots but i have 3 i really want below so pls:

someone who she can stay with in the longterm -- just because she’s gonna be here for a while and there’s only so long she can pay the fees to stay at a youth hostel and live out of a bag honestly she’s gonna want to buy a bra and wash it regularly; i’d love if these two actually get along well whatever that means. like she’s not a horrible roommate bc shes spent her whole life cleaning up after other ppl but she’ll probs steal ur clothes bc shes not gonna buy her own lol

someone who can help her just fucking unwind for two seconds like girl needs to chill i swear ?? like get her drunk. get her to actually stand in the ocean. let her listen to music and eat good food. she’s never got to be a teenager, she needs that

a person who lowkey caught her with their wallet in her hand and was like dude wyd?? and instead of throwing a punch or calling The Law Enforcement Officers they actually stopped for a sec n now the two are unlikely bffs and they are her Emotional Support even tho shes mean and bitchy and likely is gonna be like “sad??? sad?????? i do not feel that emotion. nut the fuck up.  ‘sad.’ what a pussy”

[spookysummersmores]

Mind Heist - Chapter 1

Word count: 1,677

Author's note: Hello there! So...here's the official first chapter! A huge thanks to everyone that has liked and reblogged the prologue so far; it means a heck of a lot, to me and Kaylee both! :'D

Fun fact! I'm actually sick right now, as I'm sitting here editing this! I've had a cold for almost a week now. So...fun! ;w;

Hope you all enjoy! And brace yourselves, folks...the next chapter is where the REAL crap begins to go down...

The next morning, Mabel was greeted by soft summer sunshine and the twittering of birds...and then a few kisses from Waddles.

Mabel woke up giggling and smiled to see her piggy friend. "Good morning, Waddles." She booped his nose with her nose. "Good morning, Dipper!"

She turned to look at his side of the room, but Dipper was still curled up in a little ball under his blankets, sound asleep.

"Aww." Mabel smiled and decided to let him get the rest he needed.

She took her clothes and tiptoed down to the second-floor bathroom. Soon, she was downstairs and having breakfast with Grunkle Stan. He was quick to ask where Dipper was, but Mabel explained to him that he needed extra sleep, and Stan agreed to let him come to work late. Several hours later, however, Stan had already been giving tours for quite some time, and Dipper was still nowhere to be found.

It was then that Mabel decided to check up on him, just in case. She went up into the attic and peeked at his bed.

The door squeaked a little as it opened. Dipper, who was just starting to wake up, groaned softly and turned over. Mabel noticed that he seemed to shiver, just a little bit, as he curled himself into a tighter ball.

"M-Mabel?" he said quietly, picking his head up a little. "What...time is it?" When he spoke, his voice didn't sound quite right, and suddenly, a muffled sneeze came up from underneath the covers.

"It's still early, don't worry." Mabel quickly walked over to his side. "Are you feeling okay? You don't look so good..." She reached out to touch his forehead...and her eyes widened. "Dipper, you're burning up!"

Dipper sneezed again and slowly sat up, holding his head. His face was pale and flushed, and his cheeks and nose bright red. "Ugh...yeah, I-I don't feel so hot..." He soon started coughing, and he sounded terrible. He shakily began to climb out of bed, but Mabel stopped him.

"Uh, NO...hot is EXACTLY how you feel! You gotta stay in bed," Mabel cried, the concern evident in her voice. "Maybe this is 'cause you haven't had much sleep recently..." She frowned at the thought. "I'll go tell Grunkle Stan so he can get you some medicine."

Dipper tried to object, but dizziness overcame him. "Okay..." He cleared his throat and wrapped his blanket back around himself as Mabel headed off to find their Grunkle.

Downstairs, Stan was in the main exhibit room of the Mystery Shack, giving a tour to some Canadian tourists who were taking a bus tour through the Pacific Northwest. "Be prepared for the SHOCK of your life...literally, shock. I'd keep the weird cordless phones at a safe distance. Behold-"

Suddenly, he felt a small hand tugging on his suit jacket and paused his speech. When he looked down, there was little Mabel. "Hold on a sec, folks. I'm gettin' a message from one of my little elves here." The tourists giggled at that.

Stan took Mabel aside and bent down to her level. "Sweetie, what're you doin'? What's up?"

"Grunkle Stan, Dipper just woke up but he looks a little under the weather," Mabel replied. "I thought you might have some medicine to help him feel better."

"Under the weather?" Stan didn't let it show, but he became a little concerned himself. "How serious are we talkin'?"

"He looks pretty bad. I think he might have a fever." Mabel looked a bit sad as she said it.

Stan patted her shoulder. "Okay. Calm down, honey; I'm comin'. Just give me a minute..." he said gently. He cracked open the gift-shop door, where Soos was in the process of changing lightbulbs. "Soos! Dipper's sick, so you're gettin' your wish. I need ya to take care of these tourists. And don't be afraid to extort as much cash out of 'em as possible! The economy's better in Canada!"

"Aww, poor little dude." Soos straightened his hat with a determined look on his face. "I shall not fail you, Mr. Pines."

Stan came back into the exhibit room and laughed nervously. "Sorry about the interruption, folks; looks like I'm gonna have to cut this short and head off for parts unknown." The tourists were quick to "aww" in disappointment. "Ah, ah - have no fear, dear tourists. No more than usual anyway. I'm leavin' ya in the capable - HOPEFULLY, capable - hands of my handyman/henchman, Soos. Have a spooky daaaay..." he said dramatically as he walked away. Then, he turned to Mabel, completely serious. "Alright. Take me to 'im."

Without hesitation, Mabel took his hand and led him upstairs.

Dipper picked his head up at the sound of Mabel walking in with Stan and tried to act like he wasn't that sick. "Hi, Grunkle Stan..." he said hoarsely before sneezing again.

Stan walked over and put his own hand on Dipper's head. "...Oh boy." He was really worried then, but refused to show that, internally, he was freaking out somewhat. "Stay. There. I'll be right back."

Mabel tried to give him a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Dipper. I'm sure you'll get better in no time...with Dr. Mabel and Nurse Waddles!" Waddles then walked over and sat nearby the twins with a small oink.

Dipper managed to smile a little. "Thanks, sis," he said quietly, sniffling. Mabel grinned back, feeling glad she could lighten up the mood.

The twins heard Stan grumbling down on the second floor. "I do not believe this; of ALL the times..." He came back upstairs shortly, this time with a thermometer. "Well...I got nothin'. I normally do all of my stockpilin' before Halloween, so the Shack's wiped out. I'm gonna have to make a medicine run, but before I go anywhere..."  He stuck the thermometer in Dipper's mouth. "I gotta know what I'm dealin' with here, kiddo. Don't move."

Dipper mumbled what was probably an 'OK'.

Stan then turned to Mabel. "Hate t'ask you this, but I need Soos and Wendy t'manage the Shack by themselves while I'm gone - Lord help us." He rolled his eyes at the thought of it. "Y'think you can keep an eye on your brother while I'm not here?"

"You got it, Grunkle Stan." Mabel gave him a thumbs up.

"Thank you," Stan said...and then acted as if it had been painful for him to say it.

Suddenly, the thermometer beeped. Dipper mumbled something when it beeped, but nobody could tell exactly what it was that he said.

Stan took it back...and winced a bit when he saw what it said. 100.4. "Well...you're not dyin', but you're certainly not leavin' that bed, either."

"Fair enough," Dipper replied, coughing.

Stan patted Dipper on the shoulder. "Alright. Wendy should be comin' in for her shift any minute, so I gotta give orders." He was about to leave...but he peeked back in for a second. "You kids gonna be alright here by yourselves?"

"Don't worry about it. Me and Waddles got it covered." Mabel put an arm around Waddles and smiled.

Stan couldn't help but smile a bit, too. "Alrighty. Hang in there, kid," he said to Dipper. "See you kids later." And with that, he headed out to his car.

"Bye, Grunkle Stan," Dipper called after him. He quickly realized that that was a mistake, though, when his throat began to burn. "Ow."

Mabel frowned and put a hand on Dipper's shoulder. "Take it easy, okay?"

Dipper nodded. "Mhm..." He suddenly grabbed the box of tissues he kept next to his bed and sneezed into one. "Okay...THIS...is seriously the WORST. Who the heck gets this sick in the middle of the summer?"

"It DOES seem a little weird...but all we can do now is help you get better." Mabel tucked him in and fixed his pillow. "Do you need anything?"

"Um...just a drink, if you don't mind," Dipper replied.

Mabel nodded. "Sure thing!"

She could hear Dipper cough a bit as he snuggled back down into his blankets. As she headed downstairs, she found herself deep in thought. Something felt...off to her. At first, she thought that she was just concerned that Dipper had become so ill so quickly, and in the middle of July, yet. While she was definitely worried about him, that wasn't it. She shrugged it off, for she wanted to remain focused on getting her brother well again...but for a moment, she wondered whether or not something about the whole situation just felt...unnatural.