#forgot to add the warnings first but tagging so people who don't want to see blood won't see it

[polariscroquis]

Yes. This drawing is about Sin :)

Also 10/10 a little based on The Soul Of The Rose, by John William Waterhouse because the level of love I have for his paintings and this one in specific is off the charts.

Now, do I like how it turned out? No. I don't.

No idea, I don't think it looks quite like I wanted it to look, but at some point we just have to stop and consider it done. It was supposed to be a very quick thing and then it wasn't - but, I do like how the blood turned out at least.

And kudos to my random playlist for starting to play Doce Vampiro (Sweet Vampire) by Rita Lee while I was drawing and making me grin absurdly as the lyrics went by - "that you drink me hot, like a liquor, making a toast to death and making love [...] kiss my mouth, until you kill me". Peak vampire poetry, grab a translation and give it a listen.

[chleem]

Flashing Lights #3

Series; actor Drew x actress reader

Summary: Drew gets involved in the worst scandal of his career. One way to solve it? Proving to the whole world that he’s the sweetest lover to exist. Who better to help than the one person he can’t stand? You, an A class actress with an alcohol addiction. So, will Drew clear up his reputation, or leave with a bigger mess to clean up?

Genre: fake dating, enemies to lovers(?, slow burn, angst, smut,

Warning: mentions of alcohol, swearing, mentions of k!lling oneself, mentions of rape & sa, mentions of drug usage, smoking & vaping,

⋆.˚ please dont copy my work, if inspired please tag me

⋆.˚ this is entirely fictional, if uncomfortable then don't read

♡⸝⸝ chapter four out ! index

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Early March 2024

Okay. Maybe Drew was a little attractive. 

Or was he always attractive? Or was it because you haven’t seen him in weeks, and you just forgot about how he looked like? Either way, the man sitting next to you in the car was not the same guy that you met with weeks ago. 

He cleaned himself up good, dressed in a nice white button up and jeans, styled his short hair a bit, and sunglasses that he was sponsored for. The watch adds a richer vibe to it, and several rings on his hand. 

Nah. It’s his outfit that makes him look so attractive right now. Definitely not how he looks. 

Worse of all, you were matching with him. Wearing a classy white dress with white heels, and accessories that you sponsored. You visibly cringe at your outfit choice, hating how well it went with his. 

But what bothered you more was your first public appearance with him, as a couple. A few weeks ago, the pictures of you two together on set was leaked out, and the company immediately confirmed that you two were currently dating. The comments online were mostly negative, with some wondering about the woman he ‘impregnated’ and wondering how you ended up with this guy. 

Now, you had to prove to the whole world that you like this guy, that you are in a committed relationship. This is harder than trying to act for dark films. But you had faith that you could wing it, just like how you always wing auditions and films. 

You reach for your purse, opening it and grabbing a pack of cigarettes. You get ready to smoke one, but he takes it out of your hands. “The fuck?” You curse, glaring at him. His sunglasses make it hard to read his expression, but he was chewing gum, with no smile apparent. “Give it back.”

“No; you’ll smell,” he says. 

You roll your eyes. Well, you needed something to calm your nerves down, so you just grab another one. But Drew grabs both the cigarette and the pack out of your hands, and out of your reach. “Hey!” You yell, reaching for it. “Give it back! Seriously.”

“And I’m being serious too,” he replies, before throwing it to the back trunk. 

You gasp at the audacity, anger running through your veins right now. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I needed that!”

He reaches into his pocket, before grabbing a pack of gum out. “Eat this instead. It’s better and doesn’t smell.”

“You think I’m a fucking idiot? I’m not eating that.”

“It’s all I got,” Drew shrugs. “You want or not?”

You glance behind him at the window, and see the thousands of fans outside, all here to watch the Bahrain Grand Prix. Multiple paparazzi are also pulling up. 

Fuck it. You take the pack from his hands, and eat three at a time. The gum is lemon flavored, and minty too. Somehow, it does relax you. You chew on it, focusing on the minty scent of it instead of how much people were outside. 

“Thanks would be nice,” he murmurs, but you heard him. 

“Hey, you threw my shit back there. You owe me,” you say, slapping the bag of gum against his chest. 

Then, the car comes to a stop, and the driver turns around. “We’ve arrived.” You look outside at the entrance of the F1 paddock, a few paparazzi already standing there.  

The bodyguard at the entrance hurries out, and opens the door at Drew’s side. 

He steps out, and stands in front of you. His hand reaches out for you, and you take it reluctantly, knowing that many people are staring. Flashes go off, and you adjust your dress with Drew’s body big enough to cover. 

“Good?” He asks, and you nod. He lets go of your hand after, walking ahead of you. 

Do tall people genuinely walk faster? Plus, why isn’t he holding your hand or walking beside you? The both of you have an image to sell, and thirty seconds in, he’s not selling anything. 

You slightly run to catch up, and when you do, you lock your hands with his. 

He stops and looks back at you, and you just give him a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. His hand is warm, big, and also, very stiff. Has he never held hands with anyone before? “Hey, you’re my boyfriend. Did you forget that?” You tug him down to whisper in his ear. 

His red ear doesn’t go unnoticed, and his grip on you tightens. “Right.”

You pat his shoulder away, and walk towards the gate. Paparazzi aren’t allowed in the paddock, so once the staff gives you your passes, you hurry in. But even in the paddock, you attract attention. Cameras turn over to the both of you, and fans glance over. 

You ignore them, just chewing on your gum. You feel very tempted when you pass by the smoking area, but get reminded by your pack of cigarettes disregarded in the back truck. 

Eventually, some photographer comes up to the both of you. You obviously want to keep walking, but Drew stops to listen to what he has to say. “Y/n, a photo for Vogue magazine?”

You open your mouth to say no, but Drew answers instead. “Sure.”

You mentally roll your eyes, smiling for the camera. But the photographer frowns at the man beside you. “Sorry, just Y/n.”

Drew nods, wanting to let go of your hand but you pull him closer. “No; my man stays in the picture,” you confidently say, to which the photographer just nods. You smile for the camera, and the flash goes off. The photographer thanks the both of you, and walks off. 

“What was that for?” Drew asks you as you two continue walking down the paddock. You can feel his eyes on the side of your face as the two of you walk hand in hand. 

But you turn to face him, wanting to see his blue eyes but his sunglasses cover them. “Don’t do that shit ever again. I hate it,” you say instead. 

“Do what?”

“Responding to randoms. I don’t like that, okay?”

“Why not?” 

Can’t he respond properly? What’s with the questions. “None of your fucking business. Just, just don’t answer anyone, or even acknowledge them.”

“Well that’s just rude.”

“And you’re the nicest person alive?” You snicker, once you reach the VIP building, that leads to the observatory and bar upstairs. “Trust me. Your rookie ass has no idea.”

“‘Rookie ass’?” Drew mocks, once you’re in the building. He presses the elevator button, and takes off his sunglasses, hanging them by his button up. “I debuted ten years ago.”

“Not the fucking point,” you say, and see that no reporters or paparazzi were around. You immediately drop his hand and cross your arms, looking away. “And I only did that to sell this stunt.”

The elevator door opens, and you step in quickly, Drew following in. He presses the third floor, the door closing. 

You don’t say a word in the elevator, part of you angry and annoyed. The door opens, and you hurry in. The staff asks for your names, and you give it to her. You ignore the spark in her eyes as she sees the two of you walking together, and leads you to your seats. 

There was a bar area with seats around them, dining tables, and an outdoor balcony area that gave a perfect view of the racetrack and garages. She leads you to the dining area, but Drew buts in. “Could we sit outside?”

You raise an eyebrow at Drew wondering what he's thinking of, and he just ignores your look. “of course,” the staff smiles, taking you to the balcony. 

The two of you sit across each other once you get to your table, and the staff leaves to give you some time to look through the menu. You don’t; instead, you pull your phone out and start scrolling on it. 

Drew, however, looks through the menu and keeps looking around down at the racetrack. Drivers getting ready, and staff rolling the gear out. You’ve been at these races for countless of times, so you’ve gotten used to what goes on here. But Drew? This is definitely his first time here. You chuckle at his widened eyes, as if widening his eyes could get him a better view of downstairs. 

“What?” He turns to you, his expression mean. 

“So obvious that you’ve never been here,” you chuckle.

“And it’s funny?”

“Yes. I’m sober as shit right now, so anything might as well trigger me,” you give him a fake smile, signaling the staff over. She hurries over, and asks for what you would like. “Um, give me five cups of your strongest alcohol drink.”

She nods, and looks over at Drew. “Uh, two lobster and bison ribeyes, and one red wine.”

“Will be right up,” the staff chirps, walking off.

“Two? What, you got a family of four living in there?”

“No; one’s for you,” Drew says. “It would be weird if you didn’t eat and just drank.”

“No one cares,” you say, crossing your arms. 

“I do; can’t have people saying I’m dating an alcoholic.”

“I’m not an alcoholic,” you argue, feeling offended. Yeah you drink, but only because it calms your nerves down. And who is he to judge? He ordered a drink too.

“Really? So people normally wake up and drink what, four five bottles of whiskey? People show up to places smelling like they lived in a basement all their lives? You’re a fucking alcoholic, Y/n,” Drew confronts you. 

You scoff, brushing your hair off your shoulder. “Hey, you’ve only met me for three times. Those three times you just happen to bump into a drunk me. So, don’t accuse people of what they aren’t.”

“The first time we met and you called me a cunt.”

“Because that’s who you are,” you say. “you’re a cunt, and I’m not an alcoholic.”

Drew pokes his tongue against his cheek; your argument sucks. 

“Why are you denying your drinking problem, Y/n? And it’s not just you, but the whole industry. You sure they don’t know a single thing? The people you worked with?”

You look away. Why was he lecturing you right now? Its annoying and it’s getting on your nerves. The last thing you needed was a stranger telling you how to live your life. And while he goes to say something else, you snap at him. “Hey! I didn’t sign up for therapy here. Shut the fuck up. No one knows, okay? Plus, the whole industry knows I’ve been through worse.”

You don’t elaborate; but you’re ninety percent sure he knows. The hell, everyone in this whole world knows. 

The drinks arrive, five pink drinks that you’re sure is yours, and Drew’s red wine. 

You spit the gum into a tissue, then immediately gulping down the first one. You’ve gotten used to the burning feeling that alcohol has, so it was like drinking water. Drew just watches you with his blue eyes, slowly sipping his drink. 

You look over at the paddock. The race is starting, five red lights showing. “Its starting,” you comment to Drew, and he puts his drink down, walking over and leaning against the railing. You look at him with amusement, how he’s watching the race with anticipation. 

You gulp down your second drink, and relax, letting the alcohol slowly take over you. After a few minutes, you feel a bit tipsy, but you get up, standing next to him. “Who do you think will win?” You ask, the alcohol getting you friendly. 

“Max,” Drew replies, looking at the big screen across. “You?”

“Sainz,” you say, since he is your favorite driver and driving the car of the brand you ambassador for. 

“Do you even watch the sport?” He teases, his eyes on the racetrack.

You cross your arms, looking at his side profile, “Ferrari never disappoints.”

“So does Max.”

“Its a new season; anyone can win.”

“Not if you’re in Ferrari.”

“Then let’s bet on it.”

He stays silent, still staring at the racetrack.

“Didn’t take you as a gambler as well,” he says after a few seconds. 

“Well, are you scared to lose?” You tease, shrugging your shoulders. 

Drew turns and looks at you amused, his blue eyes staring deeply into yours. Gosh, why does he have to have the most gorgeous shade of blue to be his eye color? He shrugs too, smirking. “No; just scared that you’ll turn into a vicious bitch when you lose.”

You roll your eyes, before looking around for something to bet on. But your eyes land on his phone on the table. Then, you thought of an idea. “Loser, has to post a picture on their instagram of the winner. Caption and photo of the winner’s choice.”

Drew’s eyes widen, but he nods, holding his hand out. You take it, and you shake on it. You walk over and drown the third drink down your throat. The alcohol was definitely working, because you feel friendlier next to Drew. See? Alcohol does help one’s mental, and in your case, it makes you an entirely different person. One that’s nice and less moody. Of course, Drew notices it. But he doesn’t comment on it, knowing sober you would bash at him like crazy. 

You spot his phone, and you hand it over to him. “Since you’re going to lose, why don’t you take some pictures of me?”

Drew raises an eyebrow at you in amusement, taking the phone. You just smile at him, leaning against the railing, getting some poses ready. Drew reluctantly walks across from you, and does the craziest pose in order to get a photo of you. It actually causes you to laugh, and you cover it with your mouth. 

And that gets Drew smiling too. Feeling tipsy, you definitely thought you were seeing things. You calm yourself down, continuing to serve face for the photos he’s taking right now. 

Aw. The image of a perfect couple? Completely sold.

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The internet goes crazy once again.

First was Drew’s visit to your set. Second was the confirmation of the relationship. Third? The hard launch that you posted. 

A picture of Drew, who’s hugging you from the back, his arms wrapped around your neck. His face is pressed besides yours, and he’s making the most lovestruck face to the camera. And so are you. Well, with the help of alcohol, you’re smiling as if Drew’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you. 

With the caption, “Mine.”

Drew smiles proudly while staring at the instagram post, your first post in five years. He glances over at you in the car, only to see that you’ve fallen asleep, your head resting against the window. He reaches over and carefully moves your head to lay on his shoulder, thinking it would be more comfortable. 

You’re deep in sleep that you don’t even care, and Drew just stiffens his posture, to make sure even his smallest movements won’t wake you up. 

While you sleep, Drew just continues to stare at the photos he took of you today, an unexpected smile on his face. Which was just weird, so fucking weird. 

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word count: 2.5k

ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: does the ending look familiar? 😚 hoped you enjoyed the first date with Drew! i saw new photos of him at loewe he looked tooooo good. edited till late last night bc i was so excited for you guys to read this one! (also, i'm a big fan of f1, and wondering if there's any sainz fans here other than me.) anyways, like/share/comment to show support! thanks for reading babes <3

[pynkgothicka]

Ａｌｗａｙｓ Ｆｏｒｅｖｅｒ ＭＹＧ

Pairing - Yandere! Dark! Min Yoongi x Frankenstein! AFAB! Reader

Featuring - Sarah Paulson (HELP THE KILLER IS ESCAPING HELP ME)

Tags and Warnings - death, sex, yandere tendencies, grotesque descriptions, gaslighting

Authors Note - this counts as my Halloween fic since I be lazy, but I promise to write more! First I'll finish the monster series then the reqs! Then I'll write what I wanna write yada yada probably do a non bts series or fic

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality.This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

He needed something, anything.

Staring at he conglomerate of body parts he stole from previously dead people of the outskirts of the village he found himself by.

Yoongi shook his head as he looked at the body parts. He wanted to focus on the task at hand, even if it was considered testing death itself.

He was meticulous, finding different shades of her skin tone to fit his new creation. All to top it off was her head.

The head of his dead wife, you.

He looked at it, running his finger down it's cheek. It was cold, too cold. He missed seeing you alive, having any ounce of warmth from your body. It was such a loss when he had to take and cut off your rotten body parts. He wanted you to be perfect.

Yoongi planted a kiss on the top of your severed head, a stray tear going down his face. “I'll get you back my love, I need you back.”

🪡

You blinked, seeing as you were covered in a sheet. Taking a deep breath you breathed in the scent of fresh linen. A shadow came over you, peering at your covered body. Your head was uncovered as you looked into a man's face. Blonde hair and dark eyes that sparkled once seeing you.

His hand trembled as he ran his shaking thumb on the side of your face. “Y- You're alive… you… you're beautiful.” His lips came to the top of your head, as he kissed it. You tried to speak but all that came out was a small squeak.

But the man found this amusing. “It seems like you forgot everything… Seems as if I didn't have my science all down.” He adds smiling. He held your hand helping you to move off the lab table. You almost immediately fall, the man taking your arm and holding you up. “Don't fall now come on let's get you to the wheel chair.”

He placed you down gently, running his hand over your stitches. He pulled at a few and securing them. “Okay, it's all in place… I'm so happy you're back. Well not all the way back I just have to do some reteaching. Like me, I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi your husband.”

Yoongi made faces to help you pronounce his name correctly. “Y-You. Yoon-gi.” You finally muttered out in which Yoongi smiled and kissed your head.

“See look how easy it is for my brilliant wife to learn. I'm going to reteach it all to you my love…That and so much more…”

🪡

Having to be retaught everything wasn't the most normal feeling. But Yoongi, was more than helpful in making you remember who you were and the basics of living.

Yet he pushed for your captivity within the walls of his mansion. You stay at his feet most of the time while he worked and wrote letters.

He even constantly reminded you of your beauty and how you were the most beautiful girl hes ever seen. It was sweet in your eyes yet you were surrounded by so many depictions of beauty that weren't what you looked like. Different shades and natural movement you've yet to nail down.

But still you wondered about what existed past the mansions walls. Especially the village in the distance. You wondered about the women there and if they looked and aced like you. Your mind was busy and it could be shown on your face.

Snap!

You blinked as Yoongi snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Sorry, I was thinking.” You said quietly looking back towards Yoongi as he read a book.

“Thinking? About what?”

“I don't… look like. The paintings. Or the films.” You were able to piece together to form a sentence. It was degrading yes but true.

“Well who told you that?” Yoongi inquires while raising a brow at you. Gulping at the sternness in his voice, you speak up against him.

“No one told me that. I… I don't look like them. I don't, look like any of the women you've shown me.” You say getting up from your spot besides Yoongi. You look out the window in his study at the town in the far off distance. “I bet the village has-”

Yoongi gets up and grabs your hand gently. He runs his hand down the side of your face and leads you to turn away from the window. “Is that what this is about? Going into town?” He mumbles leaning into your neck. He peppered kisses along a stitch that tickled in particular. You giggled and looked at Yoongi your mind going blank at what you were mad at. “Is that better my love?”

“Mhmm. Yes Yoongi…”

“Good let's continue reading.”

🪡

Of course the thought came back.

The lights and the sounds of joy and fun. It haunts you, the time known as Halloween the same night as tonight. Yet here you were with Yoongi, his body over your own.

His thrusts increased in speed as he pounded into you. It was weird how full he made you feel. But you didn't mind it, you enjoyed it actually. Yoongi wrapped a hand around your stitched throat, pinning you to the bed. You let out a groan as Yoongi filled up your cunt, his cum spilling from inside of you. He pulled out and laid on top of you, peppering more kisses along your face.

“That was amazing…” Yoongi mumbles as he rolls over from on top of you. He wraps a arm around your naked form. You feel his lips against the middle of your neck, and soon the silent breathing known as sleep.

Tonight was the night.

No matter what you were getting out of here.

You hobble out of bed, limping towards the wardrobe. You grabbed a sweater he made for you and a long white skirt. Throwing both of them on you sneak out of the bedroom. You head to the bathroom and wipe your legs, making sure you were clean. You quietly make your way down the stairs to the front door. You look back making sure Yoongi wasn't behind you.

Nothing.

So you kept moving. Walking along the side of the road, dirt and rocks digging into the bottom of your feet. Your limp was soon gone as the pain dulled. It was a long walk and you made it eventually. Finally you see orange light shining on your face.

The village was full of people. Children dressed up as well as adults. Peering into windows you saw fashion portrayed in paintings and jewelry Yoongi only showed you from books of art. You ran a hand down the window but was pulled from it as you felt a touch on your shoulder.

There was a woman, her face framed by brown hair pulled into a bun. Stray hairs fell down her face. She was a tad bit older, but not too old. “Hi, were you looking at the jewelry in there?” She asked smiling. You nodded and she nodded with you giggling. “You don't talk much huh? It's alright, I was asking because I was going to buy it for you.”

Clearing your throat you finally spoke up, “Really?” You exclaimed excitedly. She nodded and pulled you into the shop.

“Choose anything I don't mind.” She says looking at the wall of fancy jewelry. “I have no one to spend it on so why not you…” Finally you choose one silver necklace with a diamond pendant in the center. Your plan was to give it to Yoongi, as a sort of thank you. It would also double as a apology for leaving when you eventually did come back. e woman purchased it and smiled taking you out of the store.

A gush of wind made you shiver and the woman gasped. “You're freezing, come on. I'll give you something to eat and get you warmed up.” You didn't know why but you followed behind the woman as she led you to her small quaint home in the village. You enter and are welcomed by a fireplace.

It was something you never felt nor seen your entire life, even if it was as small as it was. “Go sit by the fire while I go heat up some soup.” The woman says ushering you to go sit by the fire. You do, the warmth making everything feel better. It was bright and brilliant as Yoongi would've said.

You were passed a bowl of chicken noodle soup. It had vegetables and overall smelled delicious. The woman passed you a spoon and draped a blanket over you. Yoongi taught you to how use utensils, so you were familiar as you began to eat. “Good isn't it? I'm Sarah by the way, Sarah Paulson, the towns widow or whatever they want to fucking call me.” Sarah said making you gasp. Her language made you laugh yet also made you amused. Yoongi usually only spoke like that during sex or under his breath.

Was never for you to pay attention to nor recite

“What's a widow?” You ask eating more. Sarah seemed more than happy to have someone to talk too. She sat down on the couch, becoming even more comfortable.

“Well, a widow is someone whose husband or lover has died. It's mainly the villages women trying to make fun of me. But I say hey, if I'm a widow than I'm a widow.” Sarah exclaimed. “What about you? What's your name and slash or title?”

That made you think. You knew your name but what were you. After telling you your name, you went quiet. “I don't think I have a title. Except for what Yoongi calls me.”

“Wait like Min Yoongi? The one that lives in the mansion out of town?” Sarah asks looking at you with a inquisitive eye. You nod slowly and she looks away looking out the window. “Oh you poor thing. You don't even know the half of it do you?”

You shake your head no looking at Sarah. “W-What? You have to tell me.”

“Yoongi he… he stopped coming into town a while ago. He was caught digging up corpses, he went to me as he lost his lover and wanted some common ground with someone who understood him.” Sarah started but you cut her off.

“But, I'm his lover. He told me I was his one and only…” You say frantically.

“He had another, no one saw her though. He kept her in that mansion for fucks sake. He wanted to try and revive my husband, Mr Paulson. But I told him no…” Sarah trailed off and took a look at your neck and arms. She let out a quiet gasp as she moved to sit next to you. She ran a thumb over one of the stitches. “You're her… his creation.”

You furrowed your brows and looked at Sarah with concerned eyes. “I- What? What are you talking about? I'm his love, no I'm not-”

“You're a bunch of body parts… God I'm so sorry… your brain. He must've had to throw out your old one… he kept going at it. He kept running the experiment to revive Mrs Min.” Sarah said bringing you in for a hug. You quickly hugged her back crying into her shoulder. But she pulled away so you could look at her. “He's going to come looking… and I don't want you to get hurt. Yoongi is crazy… and you need to hide.”

A loud set of bangs were heard from her front door. Sarah covered you in the blanket and bent down to whisper. “Lay down and don't move, I'm going to try and save you.” Sarah said and you listened. You trusted her, but you couldn't see Yoongi as a violent man. But finding out all you now knew you couldn't risk it.

You heard the door open and feet moving into the home further. “Where did you put her?” You heard a voice that was similar to Yoongis speak up.

“Put who? Don't tell me you've found a new lover. Did you remarry Mr. Min?” Sarah said, keeping her tone respectful. She kept away from the living room where you laid on the ground.

“Don't play dumb. You are the only one I told about her.” Yoongis voice raised and you heard more steps being took away from you and towards where the first set stopped. You started to slowly move, one limb at a time, to under the couch.

“Well yes, but I didn't even know you succeeded in your experiment. Congratulations on that but you'd trust the people who rat you out about the body snatching?” Sarah came back stepping away and moving in a circle to the front of the couch. “Besides quiet rude entering my house this way, don't you think?”

“Rude my ass, I know she's in here. If there's anything those people want is to get me away from them. So they'll lead me in a direction to where I don't have to talk to them and I'm not going to be mad with them. So that leads to you.” Yoongis voice raised as he stood in front of the couch towering over Sarah. “So I'll ask one final time, where is she?”

“Get out of my ho-”

BANG!

You covered your mouth as the sound of a revolver echoed from within the home. You felt your cheeks grow wet.

“Where are you my love? I'm not mad I promise, it's okay I knew this would happen.” There it was, that sweet voice that was always coated in honey to coax you successfully. You moved from under the couch and let the blanket fall from your head. Yoongis face was covered in Sarah's blood as he gasped pulling you in for a hug. He kissed your head and lips, hands on your cheeks. “I was worried sick!”

“W- I'm… what ju-” You were cut off as you felt the necklace you brought earlier being pulled from your hand.

“Is this for me?” You nodded. “Thank you baby… this is beautiful my love.” He put it on and smiled at you keeping his thumb on your cheek. You kept stuttering though, confused and unaware of what just happened to you. “Shhh, it's okay just stay with me from now on okay? I can keep you safe, forever.” Yoongi said keeping your head faced away from the half bloodied mess that he made of Sarah's head.

[meshla-cyarika]

Worth the pain

Pairing: Nathan Prescott x gn!reader

Word count: 1,056

Tags/warnings: mentions problematic family members (such as an alcoholic father), reader doubts themselves, smoking, friends to lovers.

Summary: your life and Nathan's are both fucked up in different ways, but somehow your mangled and spiralling lives have intertwined. You're closer than you've ever imagined anyone could be, but you can't face the feelings that linger around you both, because you can't face loving someone again just for them to leave you to pick up the pieces afterwards.

A/N: this was inspired by the song "bite the hand".

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Fuck Black-shitting-well academy. The only things it's brought you is more things to tell your imaginary therapist. Like fuck you were going to see a real one. You did that along time ago and the only thing it achieved was people pitying you. You don't need strangers fucking pity for your fucked up life, you already know it's messed up beyond repair, you don't need a fucking therapist to tell you that. Everyone you've spoke about your past to has either given you a disgusted look, or fake pity.

You just want to scream out everything in your mind to someone who won't give you any expression, almost like a blank wall that you can just yell and scream and cry at. That's what Nathan Prescott has become for you and sometimes, you've been that for him as well. You can just talk and talk and talk at him and he'll just sit there, seemingly not paying attention but mentally noting every word you've said. He'll only speak when you request him to, but most of the time he doesn't say anything at all. And you return the favour by letting him vent to you and listen to all his words.

Now, you're both silently laying on Nathan's bed in his dorm, your legs up agaisnt the cushions as you lay the wrong way on the bed. You just stare at the white ceiling, passing a cigarette between each other. You forgot to buy a pack and it's Nathan's last one, so you compromised. You've remained in silence, since you entered his room ages ago, waiting for either one of you to say something.

Nathan hands you the cigarette, after he took a long drag, before breaking the some what comforting silence, "Do you ever think about..." His pause causes you to turn your head to look at him, but he's still staring up at the ceiling. "Getting the fuck outta here? Just fucking off and forgetting about all this shit?"

"Every second of every day." You reply to him, as you pass him the cigarette back.

"But there's always that nagging in the back of your head to just put up with everyone's shit." Nathan speaks for them both and you turn your head to face the ceiling again. Uncontrollable dread sits in your soul, as you try to convince yourself that your past isn't repeating itself yet again. "And it always seems to out weigh the idea of finally being free." He adds to his previous sentence. "I'm gonna get the fuck outta here one day, you know?"

Your anxious mind can't help but pick up on the fact that he said "I'm" and not "we". Has he already decided that you are only a fragment of his life? You should've known better. You told yourself when you went to Blackwell not to get attached to anyone. They'd only leave like every fucker else, you had told yourself. First, it was your mother leaving you for some drugdealing asshole, then it was your childhood friend picking some over girl for you, then your older siblings moved out far away (they still don't try to contact you), which only added to your father's alcoholism. There's always someone else that's the first choice. You gave up trying to get everybody to like you a long time ago.

During your mind's spiralling anxious thoughts, you don't even notice the tear that runs down the side of your face, until a soft hand wipes it away. The physical contact brings you back to reality and you turn your head to face Nathan, who's already looking at you. The cigarette sits in an ashtray that's ontop of his bed. Your eyes stare into his ocean blue ones and you only just realise how close you are, your faces are only a breath away from one another.

"Tell me what's going on up there." He places his hand on the side of your face and slightly taps your forehead to emphasise his words, before tucking the hair that had fallen infront of your face behind your era.

You silently study his face, his blonde soft hair, his angel eyes and your eyes finally land on his red lips. You desperately want to take the leap and kiss him until your lungs begin to burn from the lack of air. You want to hide yourself in his arms, where you're safley locked away from the world. You want him to hold you so delicately, as if you'd break like glass.

You tear your eyes away from his plush lips and sigh as you can't bring yourself to look at him anymore. "I can't keep doing this." You pathetically mutter under your breath, hating the way more salty tears push their way into your eyes.

"Doing what?" Nathan's voice has dropped to a whisper as you looks at you.

"This! I can't keep loving people who leave! I can't let more kindling be added to this burning feeling inside me!" Your voice raises, but you're not angry. You're just so tired and fucking emotionally drained. You try to ignore the never ending stream of tears that flow from your eyes. "It hurts too much and I can't do it anymore!" You subconsciously grasp his shirt, as if that's enough to stop him from disappearing.

Nathan says your name, as quite as a whisper and you just stare into his eyes. The hand on your cheek moves to lightly grasp the back of your scalp and Nathan moves forward to place his forehead agaisnt your own, in an attempt to ground you to the present. "I'm not going anywhere without you. I don't fucking care if it means we travel the entire fucking world, I'm not letting you go." He vows, with such a sincere look in his eyes, a look you've never seen anyone give you before.

Silence falls once again and you're still so close to the point where you can feel each other's breath on your faces. Neither of you can help but glance down at each other's lips. Slowly but surely, your bodies move impossibly closer and your lips dance over one another.

His touch burns and stabs into your soul, but you can't convince yourself to let him go. Nathan's here and he's staying. He's worth the pain.

[foulbearobservation]

since you’re the camlilith blogTM, do you have camlilith fic recs?

me: oh I don't think I'm the gateway to camilith shipping

y'all: so as The Camilith Blog™...

anyway yes I do have fic recs gather round children, I've delved into the depths of the tag and emerged with the best of the best

let's start with casper's (@daisychainsandbowties) fics and then go from there!

by such slight ligaments are we bound: god like truly this is THEE Camilith fic of all time for me like. you all don't understand. lilith is so fucked up. camila touches her so tenderly. lilith gets her hair washed. she bleeds all over the fucking place. she completely disassociates. she bleeds all over the fucking place some more. she's gods specialest little soldier. she's gods most beloathed nun. she's my little guy.

thus strangely are our souls constructed: listen. listen. this is the rat fic. I hold it close to my heart. I adore it. Lilith's having a breakdown in a sporting goods store. she's bleeding out with beatrice in a hallway. they're in love. they don't realize they're in love. they're also not in love. it's a lot. lilith is a little in love with every woman who shows her any kindness. I can't wait to see where this one goes

a light, a blessing, or a bruise: the dishonored au!!!! dishonored au my beloved! (not a fic but check out whale's dishonored art pieces here & here & here they make me feel insane) this fic actually got me to start playing dishonored and the world is. so interesting. the way casper has translated the characters is FASCINATING. great fic I fucking love it.

okay that's all of casper's fics now let's go to some others shall we?

The bestie @thats-a-weird-warning-sign wrote Tenderness to you is only talk about a bruise which is just. so good. I truly don't know what else I need to say about it. lilith's brain melts out of her ears because of camila's strap. There's healing from trauma. there's more sex. listen. we all read the tags we all knew what we were getting into.

Shroomyystar on ao3 (I think they're @cranechel on here?) has some bangers. most of these are rated M or E, for good reason. they're darker or they're just abt sex so your mileage may vary based on what you want to read but they're all tagged appropriately!

like real people do: lilith asks camila to kill her and it's sweeter than you think, I promise.

light pink sky up on the roof: lilith kneels.

one bite of salvation in the dark: lilith kneels and also eats cami out.

there's also serenity which is a rly cute little fic abt camila just staring at lilith and I think it's very sweet we get this view of them cause I feel like lilith is the more common pov character

some other one offs!

Worship her sooner is my bestie Em who texted me one day like "do you think ao3 has a tag for sexy latin usage" and refused to elaborate.

The whole series of 1 Peter 4:8 is very good. this was before season 2 came out, and I'll just link the first fic here it's SO GOOD. Go comment and show some love to these fics, they're older so I don't think they got the attention they deserved.

golden hour is an avatrice fic HOWEVER it's set at camilith's wedding and the way ava just describes lilith as scary and whipped is truly so funny to me

And that's about all I have I think? I probably forgot something, and I'm very picky with fics to begin with so. If you think I missed something, add it in the comments!

[darkangel1791]

Tom Cruise's Olympics Closing Ceremony Stunt Wasn't Applauded by Everyone on Social Media

Kristyn Burtt Mon, August 12, 2024

SheKnows Yahoo News

Article and my view on Tom Cruise and Scientology below

Tom Cruise gave the Closing Ceremony at the Paris Olympics a very Hollywood ending when he rappelled down from the top of Stade de France and into the crowd of athletes. It seemed like a picture-perfect ending to the European games as they handed it off to Los Angeles, that is sure to add a touch of Hollywood sparkle in 2028. However, not everyone was pleased with the A-list star’s presence.

Social media jumped into the conversation with mentions of Cruise’s controversial ties to Scientology, which is considered a cult in France. “How does Tom Cruise manage to be held in highest public esteem when he is a leading player in Scientology?!?! I don’t get it at all. Just remarkable,” one user on X questioned the 62-year-old star’s presence at the event. Another account added, “I love how America just acts like Tom Cruise isn’t like the icon of Scientology.” Then, of course, there are his issues with his ex-wives, Nicole Kidman and Katie Holmes.

The social media critic pointed out, “I’m sorry. Tom Cruise stole his adopted children from Nichole Kidman because she didn’t want anything to do with Scientology and his 2nd wife had to plan an escape from the marriage to protect her child from Scientology. THIS is who we chose to represent LA 2028 Olympics?” Even though they forgot Cruise’s first wife, Mimi Rogers, whom he did not have a family with, the point is well taken.

Still, Cruise was a huge presence during the two weeks of the Paris Games. He was seen at gymnastics events and taking selfies with fans — Cruise was doing what he does best, being a movie star. The tousle of the hair, the hop on the motorcycle with the Olympics flag — that’s all Cruise. And that moment became about him, not the athletes who spent the last two weeks competing their hearts out on the field or in the swimming pool. They didn’t seem to mind as they hugged him, grabbed video, and screamed at the mere sight of him.

And the warning was there all along. Le Parisien noted that the Church of Scientology was “more visible than ever” at the games. They built a new headquarters in April very close to the State de France and “deployed a major communication campaign during the Olympics.” The move makes Cruise’s presence seem a little more sinister because, as TMZ reported, the Closing Ceremony stunt was his idea. But we have to ask: Was it really the Church of Scientology’s idea? It makes you wonder.

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When I saw Interview with the Vampire the film (1994) I knew nothing about Tom Cruise beyond the movies he had done. In reading about him after IWTVTF I was under the impression that he was still a Roman Catholic, and I don't think I even knew what Scientology, but it wasn't considered a religion. When Going Clear was released in 2015, I had a new understanding of Scientology, and an instant change in my feeling for Tom Cruise. (Though I still love the film and I still love that Lestat, I now love 3 different Lestats).

Scientology horrified, but intrigued me and I have watched many more documentaries as well as Leah Remini's series.

I have a hate for Scientology that burns with the heat of a thousand suns, and at least 200 of those suns are my hate for Tom Cruise alone.

I have no idea why people still see his movies. I have no idea why he is still invited on talk shows/chat shows. His popularity at this point just baffles me.

So when he does shit like this, I tend to post it. If you don't want to see it block the tags scientology and tomcruisescientologist.

[notetaeker]

Hi! I support palestine, financially and emotionally and out loud to people around me, but I do want to say that for a lot of people including myself seeing images of deceased human bodies, especially of children, can be a little much at times. I opened tumblr and it was the first thing that came up and I did not have a safe reaction to it. In the future could you please tag any videos with a trigger warning about dead or Deceased bodies please? It really broke me up, I'd like the ability to opt out when it becomes unsafe mentally. I know your argument if you're against it is that the Palestinian people can't "opt out", but it just becomes really hard to willingly constantly be supportive without boundaries of what you are able to see at certain points (im on mobile as I know many people are, so for me tumblr will always automatically open up to the for you page and I don't think I can change that? I don't follow this page otherwise I wouldn't bother you with this issue. Thank you!)

Hey I think you might be sending this ask to the wrong blog dklfjas

I personally also struggle with seeing images of deceased children/ bodies specifically so I try my best not to rb those and also don't post them myself. If I do post anything with blood I always add tw and cw tags

If you can let me know which post of mine was untagged I'll be glad to tag. I'll also look thru my posts just in case. If it's difficult to go to the post again, maybe you can tell me if it is something I posted or rb-ed? For future reference, maybe you can de-select autoplay for videos that might be helpful- its helpful for m. You can also block tw corpse / cw corpse / tw death if you haven't already because that's usually how I tag anything with deceased bodies in it.

Also i personally don't believe the 'Palestinians can't opt out so we must inundate ourselves with what they're seeing' rhetoric so there's no way I've ever said anything of the sort- just wanted to clarify But again if there is any specific post that I forgot to tag or smth let me know edit// I looked thru my posts and I'm guessing it's probably the video of the dad who went to buy biscuits. I noticed that it didn't have any tags. Really sorry about that- I added them now 😭 It was okay for me since the rest of the boy was covered but not everyone has the same sensitivities, which I didn't consider

[opinated-user]

new sankaku accounts discovered: SpiritusKhayyamAliana

the link where you can find the google drives with the screenshots, both censored and uncensored, with the pertinent warning of the content can be found here:

(the post got marked as mature so you'll have to be older to agree to see it. but even older people should listen to the warnings. don't let curiosity get the best of you. keep yourselves safe.) in the past i have gotten alert about this account but i dismissed it as a potential troll, just like the anon originally did. my biggest reason for it was that the accounts have been pretty recently created and that messages made notice that it used a feature to recieve a constant flow of content coming from specific tags. a feature like that sounded to me like someone trying to inflate the number of an account to try to make it seem more legitimate. the anon who gave the alert has their own reasoning to think this is LO's account and i agree it sounds suspcious, mostly because of that feature and because this accounts was different to any others in the sense that they actually left comments. just 20+ comments, not that many for someone who was only making them to try to smear someone else, does it? but enough to be of an user who regularly used the site and wanted to have an active participation on it. the comments themselves are bad, but if you were someone getting out of your way to try to smear someone else... they're pretty tame for that. they don't stand out as particularly offensive, they sound like the average kind of user who would like that kind of content. this same user just dissapeared from their account for three months, around the time EOT started making her videos looking into the past history of LO. this have some connection, it might have not, but it's still weird that a recently made account that was so active and invested on the site suddenly dissapeared. just like it happened with the original accounts, we can't say for absolute certain these are LO's and since those accounts have dissapeared we can't prove it either. we only have suspicions and strong coincidences that seems to indicate her involvement, plus the whole past history of LO that makes it beliveable at the very least. if you believed that the first accounts were LO's then there's no reason why these couldn't be LO as well. this is not the only other new account i have been messaged about either, this is just the only one that got something else going on. the other account is ElethynAscentia, that reached 461 favourited images between fanart of TOH and star wars. this account recently has been "deactivated" on their profile and as far i know, nobody else has talked about it. i'm not linking it directly to keep this post on the main tags, but anyone can search for it on sankaku or i can give them the link i was send to on another ask. i don't know if it's LO's and i don't have that much of a reason to believe it, but the first one was so reprehensible and disgusting already that... if it isn't or is LO it doesn't matter anymore. she can't go any lower that supporting the works she did on those old accounts. this new account doesn't change or add anything to what we didn't already know about her. if isn't her, then it isn't hers. but if if is and LO feels even just a little bit that she can't keep being a creep without any accountability, then it's worth to spread out. LO is a creep. LO is a dangerous amoral predator. that is the only reason we care about these accounts being possibly tied to her.

Edit: Brittany recieved a time ago an ask about ElethynAscentia before and i forgot about it. either way it still had less weight behind it's possible owner than the spiritus one.

[moonlit-delirium]

independent, selective multimuse & multifandom rp blog . penned by criim main fandoms : baldur's gate 3 , dungeons & dragons / pathfinder current active muses: yul karcsi (oc), astarion (bg3), rex (ffxiv), alfonse (ffxiv), silco (arcane)

will contain spoilers and dark / triggering / sexual content. 18+ only. duplicate , original characters , crossover friendly

carrd ( rules & muses )

mobile rules under cut. please read prior to following/interacting. icon/graphics credits : mirza and me

hello, i'm criim ( they/them, 25+ ). i've been writing for many years now, and i'm here just to enjoy writing and exploring my original characters as well as canon ones that i've grown to love.

heads up and warning: I will be writing characters and topics that may be dark and triggering. I tend to gravitate towards characters that are not 'good' - villains, anti-heroes, etc. I will tag as needed. You may see topics come up such as unhealthy and toxic relationships, torture, gore, violence, death, among others. And with the inclusion of Astarion to my muse list, I will stress that I will not strip out any of his canonical backstory. His entire backstory includes, but not limited to, torture, mental abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse, coercion, blackmail, gaslighting, slavery. All of this creates this complex character and survivor, and this dark background has affected how he interacts with the world, so I will not compromise on his story.

In light of this, please do not read / follow if you don't want to see this. Curate your space; I'm providing you with the warnings. If you don't heed it, it's on you. And as a reminder, writing does not equal endorsement (AKA ic ≠ ooc).

do not interact if you are a self insert or roleplay as real celebrities or people. I'm very uncomfortable with that. Please don't interact or follow if you participate or deal with drama. I don't want that stuff near me, I'm just here to have fun. I do not support any sort of fandom/fiction policing, and I do not wish to associate with anyone who does.

(Also, I'll be quite selective when it comes to any Cazador muses, so please understand if I don't follow back.)

in regards to shipping and interactions, I am open to shipping, but I do tend to prefer shipping with either friends or anyone listed as a main. I just want to ship with people I feel comfortable with, or with muses that my own muse has formed some sort of solid chemistry with. I prefer exploring my muses' interactions with the world over random shipping - I won't alter my character for the sake of a ship.

all the same, though, I love to plot - how do we know if our characters have chemistry without talking and plotting things? it's half the fun of writing! I'm always down for plotting, and my IMs are always open for it, though I do prefer discord. (also my IMs/discord are open to random OOC chats too!) Another thing in regards to plotting: I prefer plotted/pre-established relations over first meetings/intros. I always get stuck in how to reply to them, unless there's a huge hook.

I'm absolutely down for crossovers though - love them, and I love creating new verses just for the crossover. It's my jam, sticking my characters in different worlds!

about my activity, I am a low activity blog. I won't reply to things right away most of the time - I write based on inspiration. I do tend to reply to my mains much faster though, and becoming a main of mine is not something I request lightly. (I won't be doing any 'mains call', and I'll ask you directly if I can add you as a main.) I also like to take my time with my replies - I will often, out loud, say exactly the words I write and try to hear the character in my writing. Please, don't rush me when it comes to replies. You may ask me maybe in a week or so about it just in case I forgot, but please don't beg for me to reply to you - I'll actually lose my interest. I also won't bug you guy for replies either. I've waited for months to get a reply before, and I do not have a problem waiting.

Lastly, artwork. I am an artist, and I will end up posting art of my characters. Depending on how inspired I become, I may even do art of our RPs unprompted. Please don't reblog them (unless you have permission) as I usually crosspost them elsewhere, on my art blog.

Don't request art from me either. These artworks I post here are unprompted and usually inspired by whatever shenanigans is going on. If you really want to request art from me, head to my art blog for a commissions quotation.

[flxffyclvuds]

【Ｋａｒａｏｋｅ　ｎｉｇｈｔ！】

Tokyo revengers x Gn!reader Fluff and tiny angst

Warning: mild spoilers, implementation of character death

I’ve been wanting to do some karaoke w/someone but Covid :(( Also thank you to: @kyleikie and to @crown5 for giving me courage!!! ＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／

Mikey

He would tag along with you, but he probably won’t sing for most of the time :(

The reason he won’t sing is that he knows he’ll have a low score from him screaming the lyrics-

he’s a sore loser-

Though, if he's in the mood, he would try to serenade you either with his favorite song or yours! :')

"What do you mean I only got 53???" Mikey pouts at the screen, mumbling cuss words under his breath. "I- you were screaming on the mic the whole time ;-;"

When he's not singing, Mikey would just stare at you with a small smile, enjoying seeing you smile.

It was a nice change of space from the chaos he does with his gang :3

Sneakily records you singing and brags about to Emma

“See? [name] prefers spending time with me than with you!”

"Uh huh... Sorry to break it to you, but I'm actually on a call with [Name] right now making plans right now” Emma does a shooing motion to her brother.

Now… he misses your voice. Oh how he would do anything to hear you again. If only he could change the past like Takemichi... He's stuck with the criminal gang he was leading.

Baji

Believe it or not, he’ll probably hit those high notes- averages between 90-100, unlike his grades and mine

He would be the one to invite you to karaoke with Chifuyu after an exam to destress, but that rarely happens since he would go burn down cars or pick a fight ^^;

He would be so excited to sing and always ask to be the first one to sing- adorable-

He does have trouble with finding songs in the the book

"Hey do you know where's ___? What do you mean they didn't add it!?!?"

“The song was recently released dumbass”

Don't tell anyone but he remembers the songs you pick a lot when singing

Chifuyu likes to watch the chaos unroll from the two of you screeching as a form of battle... good thing he brought earplugs

You look back at the old karaoke building you used to go with your friends. Chifuyu held your hand and rubbed it in a soothing manner. Though many years have passed, both colleagues never forgot about the times they would sing until their throats were dry.

Yeah... those were the time when all of them could act like children and not part of a gang. It was fun to be in one with all the amazing people Chifuyu met, but living as a normal kid felt great.

Kazutora looked at both of you from behind, not knowing what to say. Guilt filled his heart, if only Baji was alive, maybe they could all sing together. He slowly brought both of them into a warm hug.

“I wish we could’ve sang one more time together”

“Yeah… me too, me too…”

Mitsuya

Aww, you want to bring him to do karaoke? Of course you can! He'll call his parents first<33

There would be times when his sisters would go with you guys though!

Don't worry! They are surprisingly well behave for siblings-

The little kids would do chaos when you least expect it sadly-

“What does this button do?”

“Luna! Don’t press the button!!!”

“You mean this one?”

Safe to say you and Mitsuya tried to fix the tv without getting in trouble-

The girls couldn’t get out of the house to your karaoke nights for a month-

If your regular nights ended early, you would get a taste of his fine cooking<3

Probably has an apron that says “don’t bother the chef-

Okokok- back to singing-

He has a mellow voice when he sings, the opposite of when he’s mad-

Man be hitting those high notes like no one could- Ariana who?

He likes to sing as a form to release stress.

Especially after dealing with dumbasses (affectionately)

Ring… rring…

The designer picked up the phone. And answered “Hello, this is Mitsuya Takashi, how can I help you?”

“Yoo! I was thinking about going out to go singing! Wanna join me and Draken?”

“Taka!! Let’s go sing tonight!!! It’s going to be a blast!”

' [name]? '

His heart beats faster than before he was about to answer excitedly before remembering a small detail. Right, they’re not here anymore.

“Hello? Are you still there?”

“Oh- uh- I would love to join you guys”

His lips quiver with every words that slips.

"Alright!! See you tonight!"

"yeah, see you.."

He slumped down in his chair with a hand going through his hair. A sigh left his lips before looking at the ceiling.

' Where are you [Name]? '

Tagging: @wilczachannn @aphroditesgarden @ze-maki-nin

[sexybabystevie]

hi, em!! congrats on 100 followers, you deserve it, lovely!

anyway,, i wanted to request for the garden event, and use the red rose prompt for steve harrington! :)

im a poet, i absolutely love writing. i'm trying to study to become a psychiatrist. im a hopeless romantic, i love reading and watching cliche romance movies, however, i'm not a big fan of huge romantic gestures, i like to keep things casual because making situations big like that stress me out😭 anyway,, i love horror games and movies, i also love listening to music (who doesn't). im extremely sarcastic. i can also be extremely emotional. i love haribo pineapple gummy bears, its a very bad obsession. i also love hanging out with friends and i also play guitar, so i love singing and playing on said guitar.

i also totally forgot half the things i wrote last time, so i just put some new stuff, you don't have to add some parts if it helps.

again, congrats on 100 follows, have a nice day/night, take care of yourself! <3

A/n: Ela!! Thank you so much for requesting (and for resending it when it somehow got deleted)! I'm super excited to write this for you, and I really hope that you like it!! <3

Steve Harrington Masterlist

Saturday Night Sleepovers

Best Friend!Steve Harrington x Reader

Tags and Warnings: No Warnings, Best Friend!Steve Harrington, Soft!Steve Harrington, Sleepovers, Movie Nights, Confessions of Feelings, Very Casual (but Intimate) Friendship and Relationship.

Word Count: 1916

On the weekends when the typical absence of Steve Harrington's parents cause his house to feel more empty than usual – more like a facade of wealth and perfection than a welcoming home – you're the first person that he invites over for a party. These parties are nothing like what he used to throw when he was more popular; instead of filling his house with as many bodies as he can, people he had never even met before lining his halls, these gatherings are far more intimate. In fact, he's not even really sure if he can legally call these meetings 'parties' when the only two people always involved are you and him. (Sometimes Robin is invited, and sometimes a few of the kids crash at Steve's place for a few hours, endlessly talking about things that happened at school or just in their lives in general. Most of the time, though, it's only you two.)

Having been his best friend for a little over a year now, it was customary for you to get a phone call on an occasional Saturday morning, smiling to yourself as Steve tries to bribe you into coming over with the promise of some of your favorite snacks – not that he even has to do that; you would say yes in a heartbeat, regardless. You always say yes, and you always feel your heart tug a little when he tells you that he'll be on his way to pick you up in five, the smile on his face audible in his excited tone.

He honks his car horn when he pulls into your driveway – he knows he doesn't have to, knows that you've been expectantly waiting for him ever since he got off the phone with you, but he likes to see you playfully rolling your eyes as you get into the passenger seat.

That's where you are now, standing outside of his maroon BMW as you open up his back seat and put your bags into it. Usually you keep them in the floorboard with you up front, but you have more with you this time – your guitar case take up far more space than you imagined – so you waste no time in piling your things up in the space behind you.

You're quick to close the door and hop back into your seat – the only person who would ever put up a fight for it was Dustin, and sometimes you let him have it if you're feeling extra generous – buckling yourself in at rapid speed. Steve seems to notice your haste and raises his brows in your direction as he starts driving.

"Someone seems excited."

"Of course! It's not every day someone offers to buy me any and all of the snacks I could even imagine eating."

Steve chuckles at your antics and smiles smugly as he says, "You know, I don't even have to ask to know exactly what you'll end up getting."

"Yeah, because you've known since the very day we met." You look at him with a soft, playful smile, only to see those same features mirrored on himself.

"You'll buy the entire pack of Haribo gummy bears and pick out all of the pineapples because you insist that they're the best."

"Because they are!"

Steve doesn't argue back; he actually does agree with you. Ever since you walked into Scoops Ahoy and asked for an ice cream cone with gummy bears on the side – 'Would it be too much to ask for only the light yellow ones?' you had said – he had known that you were someone he wanted to keep around. Plus, you'd given him a few of them before, and he did get it. They were definitely the best out of the flavors given.

Instead, he just laughs, admiring the matter-of-factly way that you cross your arms and stare at him.

"And, as always, you'll say that you'll eat the other flavors too, but then you'll "forget" and I'll have to eat the rest."

You only roll your eyes and smirk at him in response.

"As if you don't devour them all in minutes and then thank me for not eating them under your breath."

Some more friendly banter follows through, as it always does with the two of you, and before long, you're carrying grocery bags into the large front door of Steve Harrington's house. You work together to put away the things that you aren't planning on eating right away, and then you're flopping right onto his couch with your bowl full of dissected gummy bears.

Steve walks into the room after you, arms full of various movies that he lays onto the coffee table before you.

"So, I wasn't sure if you were in more of a 'scare-your-socks-off' horror mood or a 'let's-pine-for-the-relationship-these-two-have' romance mood," he says, spreading out each tape and letting you read the titles that he totally didn't break work protocol to get for you.

Two horror movies – Poltergeist and A Nightmare on Elm Street – and two romance movies – Dirty Dancing and Sixteen Candles – are what he's chosen. You know you'll have plenty of time to watch them both today and tomorrow – you always spend the Sundays after your sleepovers lounging around his place for as long as you can, relishing in every mere moment that you have with him – so you close your eyes and randomly pick one to get your marathon started.

"Sixteen Candles it is," you say, handing the movie to your best friend so that he can go place it in the player.

Steve does so quickly, pressing the tape into the machine and rushing to his place next to you on the couch, as if he's going to miss something crucial in the first fifteen seconds of the movie. You giggle to yourself, finding his urgent and serious expression oddly adorable. Your chest feels a little tighter, softly compressed as your heart seems to speed up its beating, but you try not to pay it any mind.

You and Steve were close, and sometimes you almost verged into something that was slightly outside the realm of what best friends were known for doing. However, despite your absolute adoration for the flashy romance movies you watch, you would rather not experience something like that in reality. Making things so suddenly serious was scary, and you preferred to keep things the way they were, with you and Steve being each other's go-to people.

The movie begins and Steve's arm slings over your shoulders like it always does, fingers softly rubbing little random shapes into the skin right at the edge of your t-shirt sleeve. You scoot nearer to him, head resting softly against his chest as you face the TV and keep your attention on the events happening on screen. The warmth from his body radiates into yours, like your own personal heater, and you can vaguely feel the steady beating of his heart against your cheek.

The movie progresses with you resting against Steve, your supply of pineapple gummy bears slowly diminising as you pop them into your mouth every few mintutes. Occasionally you take one and lift it blindly up to his mouth, without bothering to look away from the TV. If you ever misplace it, hand ending up nowhere near his lips, he never says anything about it.

It seems like it's all too soon before the end credits are rolling and you and Steve are lazily standing up, backs and knees popping from your prolonged positions. After stretching, you sniffle a little and he's turning towards you with lightning speed.

His eyes are filled to the brim with concern until you jokingly swat at his arm, almost giggling again.

"Come on, you know how these movies can make me kind of emotional!"

Steve laughs – surprisingly more loudly than normal – and it rings throughout your brain for as long as you can keep it there, absently thinking that you wished you could hear such a genuine and carefree noise from him forever.

Except you must not be too aware of yourself, because the way Steve's eyes widen softly tells you that you might not have said that inside your head like you thought you had.

Minutes of an awkward silence follow, and you're really wishing that you had managed to keep quiet. The longer everything is noiseless, the more you want to say something to try and make it seem like anything except for what it was.

Meanwhile, Steve has your words bouncing around inside of his mind like the VHS logo that slides across the TV screen. 'I wish I could hear you laugh like that forever...' He's frozen in place, caught completely off guard by your admission, and while he knows that it very well could mean something else, that maybe you just mean it in a really friendly way, he can't help but hope that you mean it in the way it sounds.

After several long moments, he finally looks down at you with rose-dusted cheeks, softened brown eyes, and with his lips broken out into a bashful, hopeful grin.

"You could, you know," he says softly, gaze focused directly on you. "If you wanted to, of course. If... if that's what you meant."

You feel a lump of anxiety forming in your throat, and it's as if Steve can somehow tell that you're beginning to grow nervous at the prospect of things changing so drastically and abruptly.

"Nothing has to change!" he quickly says, hands lifted palm-up between the two of you as some sort of truce. "It can, if you want it to, but even then it won't change much. I mean, we're already pretty close. We don't have to rush anything, though. I guess that's what I'm trying to say?"

Steve's onslaught of nerves has you chuckling – you can't help it; he's so genuinely concerned about you but also so genuinely dopey that it has you giggling against your will – and at the sound of your own laugh, he gives in to the temptation and joins in.

As you listen to your shared laughter, you realize that he's right – nothing is really changing that much between you two – and you take both of his still uplifted hands into your own. You intertwine your fingers together, mirrored looks of adoration on both you and Steve, and while this is a bit of a newer feeling –the heat from his palms bleeding into your own – you do enjoy it.

The rest of the night follows as it would normally; you watch another movie together – horror this time, to balance it out – and you let Steve squeeze your hand whenever a jump scare pops onto the screen. (Don't tell anyone though, because he will adamantly deny that such a thing ever happened. Steve Harrington, afraid of horror movies? No way!)

Then, you read him some of your newest poetry, to which he always is a little lost, but is nonetheless enthusiastic. Even if you have to explain the meaning behind every line, he'll sit through it just so he can be properly proud of you.

Finally, the night ends with you playing your guitar, the quietude of the Harrington household filled with you – your voice and your guitar – something that makes Steve feel like he's found his home – the real one. He drifts off to the sound of one of the songs that you know is his favorite to hear you play, and you follow suit soon after.

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Dirty little Secret [M]

Pairing: CEO! Jimin x Secretary & Personal Assistant! Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 8.9k

Genre: tiny bit of Fluff; Smut/PwP (employer & employee to lovers/collagues2lovers)

Warnings: dirty Language & dirty Talk; cursing; usage of sextoys at workplace; usage of a remote-controlled buttplug vibrator; masturbation at workplace (not really); exhibitionism-kink; kink for getting caught red-handed (kinda); kink for getting formal addressed while sex (= Mr. Park); talk about consent/safeword & safesignal; rough making-out session; marking & biting; nippleplay; dry-humping; some assplay with the vibrator; petnames; praising; verbal degradation; edging; pussy-exhibitionism (Jimin wants the reader to spread her folds apart);oral (fem. recieving); double-penetration; some clit-slapping/pinching as a punishment (the reader is kinda bratty); multiple orgasm; slight overstimulation; Mr. Park has a big fat cock; sex on the office desk; protected vaginal sex. (Jesus Christ, I hope I didn't forgot to add a tag! 🥵🥵)

Summary: Whenever you leave your apartement for work, you're carrying a dirty little secret to your workplace as well. To be more specific, you wear inconspicuous sex-toys underneath your business attire to keep your sex-craving libido under control. Nobody noticed something and everything went well... until now. Until your Boss and secret crush, Park Jimin, bursts into your office unannounced and hears something buzzing which definitely doesn't come from your phone. Even worse, he sees a certain remote-control laying on your desk that seems to be surprisingly familiar to him...

Status: roughly edited (I am sorry for any typos/mistakes! English isn’t my first language. 🤧)

A/N: Well... what should I say? This idea here was planned as a 1k drabble and now turned out to be the longest story I've written until now! Everything started with a headcanon between @breadoffoxy and me, which bases on the concept photos of butter bc he looks sooooo much like a CEO! in that damn grey suit! Thank you so much, Foxy! For chatting about all our headcanons, supporting me so much and being such a great friend 💕💕 I hope I've ruined you thoroughly with this story! 😏😘

Feedback/Reviews is very appreciated! 🥺💕

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Sometimes you wonder if you've gone completely crazy and don't have any grasp of decency or certain morals at all anymore.

As if you need to ensure, that it's still there, you clench around the silicone buttplug vibrator deliberately. Yes, the turned-off vibrator remains silent (until now) shifts slightly between your ass cheeks, thanks to your squeeze. The toy, that shouldn't even exist in this kind of enviroment, sits defintely in the right place where it's supposed to be and causes an exited shiver to run down your spine. God, you're so dirty.

You're gnawing nervously on your lower lip while your eyes scan your small anterroom, your Boss' office and even the corridor, that leads to both previous listed rooms, as well. You simply can't help yourself, you need to make thorougly sure that not a single person is even close to your workplace.

Nobody needs to tell you that your behaviour is ridiculous. There are only two people who has their own workspaces on this floor, the first one is your Boss and the second person are you, his personal assistant and secretary. The CEO of this company, Park Jimin, is attending a business meeting over the whole day in an other company today however, which means you're the only employee on this entire floor.

Your work rooms are at the very end of the hallway, the other rooms beforehand are getting just occasional used, for example the big lounge space or the enormous meeting room. When it happens that someone else than you two actually enters this floor, they need to get registered at the reception in the entrance hall in the first floor and the receptionist has to call and inform you anyway.

In conclusion, your nervousness and fear of getting caught is completely unfounded.

You don't even know exactly why you're suddenly such a scaredy-cat, it's not like as if you didn't already done something similar to this in the previous weeks. Yes, you have to admit that you've already gone to work with love balls in your pussy and a buttplug up your ass as well, it's roughly just a week ago. Maybe today is a little different because this toy is able to make noises, the potential of getting caughed increased clearly.

It's more surprising that you're still working with a (most of the time) straight face as if never something had happened and didn't quit out of mortification yet because you couldn't look Jimin, your charming and handsome looking Boss, in the face anymore.

Why are you even doing this? Honestly, you don't even know it yourself.

Maybe because the thrill of possibly getting caughted is getting you off to a level, that you simply couldn't resist the thought even longer.

Maybe, if you'd be honest with yourself for at least once, you might even wish deep, deep down that you'd actually get caught by someone, preferably by your boss Mr. Park... God, you really need to stop dreaming about things that won't happen in any possible way! Your last relationship was about two years ago and your incredible high sex drive couldn't get satisfied exclusively at home either, so you had to 'expand your activities' to not going completely insane.

You would be a liar if you deny that you already fantasized about it half a year ago. So this crazy idea didn't came not 'out of nowhere' so far. Until now you rely all your hope of evading a dismissal (caused by your incomprehensible and immoral behaviour on your workplace) on your ridiculously meticulous precautions.

May the luck be with you.

After wasting ten minutes in eavesdropping for any non-existent human noises nearby, you slowly relax into your revolving chair and grab the promising remote-control out of your purse. A pretty quiet, muffled buzzing fills the silent room and even though that you're aware of every upcoming action, it still caught your ass a little off-guard and clenches even harder around the toy than it did before. A tiny pant flees over your lips, which makes you look down in a bashful smile.

"God dammit, get yourself together", you mumble breathlessly to yourself. You need to be able to keep your usual posture nevertheless, even though you're alone. Just in case.

Another ten minutes went by until you calmed down and made yourself see some sense again. Now, you could finally start to go through the the pile of papers Jimin left on your desk this morning, together with a clarifying note on them.

The morning proceeded to go by as intended, without any unplanned occurrence. You completely relaxed into your chair and all your attention is soon dedicated to the open files in front of you. The vibrator keep buzzing quietly in your cute little asshole, you change the setting only from time to time. Sometimes, a little amused smile plays around the corners of your lips. In those moments you think about how much the vibrating plug actually 'calms your nerves' and keeps with the included stimulation your hungry libido at bay. You're pretty surprised as you realize, how many of your assigned tasks you've already done this morning as your phone reminds you of your lunch break. Well, it seems like as if the Buttplug helps you to keep your full attention on your papers and increases your work performance. That's nothing to complain about, it kinda gives you the impression that there are only advantages of wearing sex toys to work.

You use your lunch break to eat something, checking your phone if you received some personal messages and lastly, to use the restroom to check on your plug. It's almost a routine already, to take the anal toys out and reapply some more lube to keep the toy smooth and the continued wear of the plug painless.

Today is a good day, you finished all the papers and filled the finances tables, which Jimin needs to be ready for the upcoming meetings in the next few days. Now you can work on the less important files that had been set aside for a while.

Hopefully Jimin will notice how much you've done today... It's not like that Mr. Park gives you barely appreciation for all the hard work you're doing, he compliments you and let you know that you're often the person who actually keeps everything running in the company. Sometimes he even says that he'd be absolute nothing without you and that you're the perfect assistent he ever wanted and needed. But whenever he says things like this and looks you with such honest appreciation in the eyes, you can't tame the wild butterflies of happiness and adoration in your stomach anymore. Then you want to hear it again and again, it's never enough!

Yeah, maybe you developed more than just a tiny crush on your Boss. Yep, you absolutely can't help yourself anymore.

You're so lost in your work that you didn't heard the foot steps coming down the hallway and before you can cover your little dirty secret up by turning to vibration off, none other than Mr. Park opens the door to your office.

"Ah, hello my dear Miss Y/L/N! I hope you had a good morning, the meeting today ended earlier than expected..."

As much as you want to, you can't keep track on the words he is saying, too mesmerized are you by the outfit he's wearing today.

Fuck, he looks so incredibly attractive and sexy in this grey suit and his thinly dark-blue and white striped tie. According to the big, square yellow-toned sunglasses which sits on his nose, he drove himself to that meeting. You don't even dare to imagine how hot he must look when his hand lays on top of the gear shift and he wears a serious gaze on his face, his full attention on the traffic in front of him. Maybe he'd even clenches his jaw or curse sometimes if-

"Miss Y/N, I think your phone is buzzing, why don't you accept the call? Your phone doesn't ring usually at all, maybe it's an emergency! Go ahead, I don't mind that you're still in your work shift.", Mr. Park pulls you out of your inacceptable daydreams. If this isn't even embarrassing enough that you checked him out totally apparent almost drooling, now he's pointing out a non-existent phone call.

Not your phone us buzzing. It's the vibrating buttplug, that's shoved up your greedy ass. You never wanted so bad in your life that the floor under your feet suddenly opens up into a big, black hole and swallows you whole.

It seems like that your Boss slowly realizes too that the buzzing couldn't come possibly from your phone. Jimin knits his well defined brows together in confusion, why don't you dare to look him in the eyes anymore and why screams your body posture that you're ashamed, almost mortified about something all out of the sudden? Then his gaze falls down onto your desk where you phone lays with the display visible. It's completely dark in his usual stand-by modus, without any notification that someone is calling you right now. This confuses him even more.

Then his eyes stops at the remote-control right next to your phone. It's looks unexpectedly familiar which startles him even more. He can't figure out right away of what this remote control reminds him but the longer he looks at the white, ergonomic shaped object the more clear gets the imagine of this memory.

He owns the same model of the remote-control. In navy blue.

...and that controller belongs to a silicone buttplug-vibrator.

That means... his cute, lovely and hard-working secretary wears a vibrating buttplug in her ass while she's at work and allows herself to be lulled into a false sense of security because he said he'll be away the whole day.

How naughty.

All the previous confusion is washed away from Jimin's face within seconds and sly smirk appears on your Boss' lips. Without any hesitation he grabs the remote-control from your desk and turns the constant vibration off. At least for now.

"Miss Y/L/N... I didn't know you'd be that kind of person who wears sex toys to work. I thought, based on your timid and reserved behaviour... you'd be more private with those kind of things.", says Mr. Park and raise one of his awfully defined eyebrow questionly at you.

It surprises you, he doesn't seem to be visibly mad at you... he looks rather amused and curious for your explaination. Well, your guess is just based at the slight curl of the corner of his mouth. Maybe you misinterpret everything and today is your last official working day before you get fired.

He is so kind and do not force even more pressure at you by asking more questions, gives you some time to get yourself together to explain yourself. Honestly, you're confused why there is not really any judgement in his brown eyes. Why does he seems to be so understanding if he's gonna fire your disgusting ass anyway?

"U-Uhm... well, there you are asking a really good question, Mr. Park... I-I am very aware of the fact that my behaviour is absolutely inacceptable and honestly, I don't have any legitimate reason w-why I did this today. I was unprofessional and naïve to think, nobody is going to find out about this incident. I took advantages of your absence. I-I am so sorry to dissapoint you and your expectations in me... if you'd like to agree, I'd like to quit. I've overstepped our boundaries incorrigible and our relationship as employer and employee, and as colleagues as well wouldn't be the same anymore. I'd like to advoid to become an additional bother for you and your company. I hope my reasons are... understandable."

As those words are coming out of your mouth, you have to use all your emotional strength to not burst out into tears in front of him. You shouldn't be this dramatic, you did all this shit to yourself. He has all rights to fire you now and you should take it as professional as possible.

Jimin is a little taken aback by the seriousness in your voice and how you view your actions so self-reflective. He appreciates that thoroughly.

The room fells silent as your Boss picks his following words carefully.

"Honestly I would have been dissapointed in you if I'd have witnessed that it would distract you from your tasks but as I can see by all the organized pile of folders and printed tables... It really seems to increase your working performance. If you don't mind me to mention it... I've already recognized in the last few weeks that you're able to work even faster than usually. Well, if you allow me to draw a connection between those two occasions... could it be that you already wore sex toys at work before I caught you red-handed today. Am I right?"

You gulp harshly, your throat is terribly dry. Why does his statement sounds like as if he's not really mad at you and pointing out your increased work performance but his questions gives you the feeling of being in a interrogation nevertheless? You're the culprit of this whole, messed up misery so you don't dare to question him.

"Yes. I did. Since the last three weeks.", you say plainly in a hoarse voice. You told Mr. Park already everything what is there to say. What else should you explain? What kind of toys you used the previous weeks? Neither you want to embarrass yourself even more nor do you think that Jimin wants to know those private details about his employee.

Mr. Park takes a deep breath and lets an audible sigh out.

"I See."

There is a slight rasp in his voice before he turns politely out of your direction to clear this throat. Afterwards he loosens up his tight tie and adjusting his pants. Your heart speeds up, you don't know why, maybe you're just simply overreacting but he looks kinda stressed all out of the sudden. Jimin is clenching his jaw and he moves his sunglasses up into his hair before he pinches the bridge of his nose. Maybe he is more upset than you thought he'd be?

Yeah, Jimin is indeed not as relaxed as he was five minutes ago. The reason for his changed behaviour lies underneath his belt... suddenly he has a growing problem in his pants thanks to your confirmation.

It's hard for him to believe that his gorgeous and beloved secretary lady with which he slowly fell in love with actually wore toys in her pussy or ass and pretended like as if nothing had happened.

The thought alone that you wore god knows what things while you sat next to him and discussed the financial developtment of the newest product... The fact that you're still wearing a sex toy!

Oh God, he cannot get a fucking boner right now, no matter how exiting all upcoming possibilities in his head may be, he simply can't mortify his poor assistent even more.

As horny he may be, he has some human decenty and won't take any advantages of your vulnerable state. ... at least not without your clear consent.

"First of all, I'll not fire you."

His words startles you, your head shoot up within a second and you look at him in pure disbelief. What did he just said?!

"I-I do not understand, Mr. Park."

A fond smiles spreads on your Boss' lips. Nope, he could never fire you, you're too precious and hard-working, not even after that (beyond belief) unprofessional incident that just happened today. Well, maybe he just makes unprofessional decisions himself ever since he laid an eye on you. He simply couldn't let you go (until you personally want to), especially not after he discovered what naughty things you so in his building.

"As I stated previously, your... 'actions' didn't affected your work performance in any negative way, it's actually the contrary. So why should I dismiss you?", Mr. Park explain his decision with a light chuckle and gives you an encouraging wink.

You look at him with eyes almost the size of a plate, completely flabberghasted and stuttering nonsense until no words are coming out of your throat anymore. Soon the room falls into a thick and uncomfortable silence which is eating both of you inside out.

Jimin is trying to think about some joke to loosen up the tense mood and make you laugh or at least to elict a tiny giggle, he hates to see you in this awfully ashamed state. Something what he hasn't thought through properly are the next words coming out of your mouth.

"Well, maybe you should refrain from using those toys here at work to secure you from another embarrassing incident. Not because of me, I don't mind it at all but maybe because of the public business. You could use me as a replacement instead in your lunch-break. After all, we want to keep your work-performance up, wouldn't we?", he suggests jokingly without any second thought.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why the hell did he said this, that stupid comment makes the whole situation even more worse. If that's even possible. Yes, it does.

"Excuse me?"

Your whole body freezes up at his words and you almost choke at your own saliva. Countless paradox things happens in your brain at the same time. On one hand you can't even form one clear thought and on the other hand, your mind seems to run a thirty-miles-marathon, thousands different ideas are shooting through your head without getting a grasp on them.

What does his statement mean with 'you can use me as an replacement'? He's not really suggesting, that you can use his dick 'as a replacement' for the toys and you both could fuck in his office?!

"Oh my God Miss Y/L/N, I spoke without thinking about the words that came out of my mouth, I didn't mean to say something like this! I apologize for this lewd comment I made.", interrupt Mr. Park your non-stopping train of thoughts hastily. Now he's the one who's eyes can't meet yours and runs his right hand nervously through his blonde hair.

"But even when you didn't mean to speak these words out loud, did you mean it? Would you... would you actually offer me your cock as a replacement, would you fuck me? For real?"

Wow. What the fuck. Since when did you became so bold?! You have absolutely no idea where that came from and that you even dared to take those vulgar words into your mouth in front of your boss. The only thing you can think of right now is, that you need to know his honest opinion. Well, the concept of this offer couldn't came out of nowhere, right?

Here and now is your boss the one, who stands there with his mouth hanging open, completely dumbfounded and can't find any possibly useful phrases. Jimin closes his eyes for a second and takes one last deep breath while running one of his hands through his messed up hair once again. It's a habit of his, he can't leave his hair alone whenever he's stressed or nervous.

Now or never, he has to man up for the offer he gave you. Even when he said it jokingly, deep down he knows that he meant it.

Besides that... maybe this fucked-up situation would actually lead you two somewhere? He hopes that he's not completely stupid and gets everything wrong... but your statement sounded more like a counter-question to him, to make sure that you understood him correctly. If you'd be outraged about his suggestion, then you'd have already gotten up, possibly gave him a hard slap on the face and left the room. Probably on your way to the next police station and report him for sexual assault at the workplace. Nothing of that happened until now. Maybe you'd not be opposed of his rather risqué offer?

"You know, I said this to joke around but I meant it with all my honesty. Miss Y/L/N, you're an incredibly attractive lady, with a remarkable personality and with exceedingly ambitions. I'd be a liar if I'd tell you that I didn't recognized that... and that I had some not-safe-for-work fantasies where you played the main character. I am genuinely interested in you, Miss Y/L/N. And with that, I mean not only sexually, I am interested in you as a person as well.", Jimin forced out in a raspy voice, gnawing at his lower lip and rubbing his neck almost aggressively thanks all the tension and nervousness.

Even though he feels more ready to jump out of the window at the 36th floor, he locks eyes with you.

You cannot look away from his Chocolate brown eyes, your breath speeds up and comes out with a slight tremble. Did he really said that what you think you heard or are your ears playing a bad prank?

Your lips are terribly dry so you can't withstand the urge to wet them with your tongue. Jimin's pierced gaze falls instantly to your lips and follows every move of your tongue. He presses his lips together into a thin line and clench his jaw once more at this tempting sight. Your Boss is visibly affected by your actions, he couldn't deny it even if he wants to.

You cross your legs in the naïve hope that it would stop your pussy from leaking so much arousal, soaking through your thin panties almost entirely. Your asshole simply cannot stop clenching around the silent vibrator out of nerve-wracking exitement what might follows next.

Fuck, you've never thought that this would actually happen and that your dirtiest dream could become true. And now, on an early wednesday afternoon, here you are.

"Honestly I'd be a liar too if I'd say I wore these toys without any ulterior motives... in my own filthy daydreams I actually hoped that you'd catch me red-handed with them and chastize me for my naughty behaviour. Bending me over the next flat surface and stuffing my greedy holes with your cock. Using the vibrators against me, fucking me, until my starved libido is satisfied for at least a while. ...what about you? What kind of 'NSFW-ish' fantasies did you had about me, Mr. Park?"

You giggle slightly and tilt your head non-chalantly to a side, offering him a one-sided smirk as those provoking words left your lips.

Your words and your smirk drives him almost insane. Jimin can't deny that the combination of dirty words and the formal form of address does something to him. He can already hear you calling him by his last name while he's pounding that pussy mercilessly. A deep groan erupts Jimin's throat at this thought, he looks quickly down at himself and sees that his painfully hard cock already formed a more than visible outline in his dress pants. He can't withstand your suble teasing anymore, he needs to have you. Right here, right now.

"You finished all the files and finance tables that I need for the next day... why shouldn't we use the remaining time of your shift to let some of those dirty thoughts come true? In my opinion that would be a great reward for your diligent work and I can take from your previous words that this was your ultimate goal in general. Why won't you hop onto your desk and let me explore your entchanting body a little further?", Jimin teases back as he rounds your desk and looks up and down at you with a dark hungry gaze.

You barely sit on top of your desk as Jimin already parts your legs impatiently to place himself between them and takes your face into both hands. Suddenly his facial features softens and an affectionate smile spreads over his plush lips.

"You sure that you want all of this? You don't feel pressured into anything that's coming next? We can stop anytime you want to, okay? Your well-being is the most important thing for me.", he wispers against your lips with a serious look in his eyes, making sure that this whole upcoming session has your consent. It makes you smile in adoration, appreciating his attentiveness so incredibly much.

"Yes, I want you so bad. Safeword is Papaya and Safesignal is tapping you three times, okay?", you respond and gives him a sweet peck onto his nose.

"Very good. Such a good girl, even thinking about Safewords and Signals."

Then everything happens so quickly and at the same time. Lips are crashing eagerly against each other and greedy hands are roaming restlessly over the other persons body.

Open mouthed, sloppy kisses getting exchanged and your tongues are soon entangled. Swirling around and exploring the new territory, sucking on the tips of each others tongues until a string of saliva connects both of your bodies.

It leaves you shuddering to feel all those hard, defined muscles of his chest move underneath your fingertips. Only this god forsaken dress shirt prevents you to see his lucious torso in all its glory. You tug desperately at the expensive linen-fabric, if you wouldn't be so greedy and impatient you'd be actually able to pop these stupid buttons open.

"Fuck, if already your kisses taste so fucking sweet then I'd bet that those pussy lips down there just has to taste even sweeter...", groans Jimin into your ear even though it looks like as if he's talking more to himself and is making a mental note to get a little taste of pussy today as well.

He leaves a path of kisses behind himself as he moves lower to your collarbone, making sure that he left some very visible hickeys to mark you as his own.

Just the thought of that makes you whimper into his mouth and countless muffled mewls ensues shortly afterwards as he found their way onto your covered boobs. He's palming them rather roughly with his big hands but you doesn't mind his manhanding at all, you enjoy the harsh, desperate treatment. It makes him growl in frustration as he feels your stiff nipples underneath his palms. Big thanks to your morning self that you chose a simple lace-bra without any cups to cover up.

"I can't slow down right now, I need to see your pretty tits."

With these words pulls firmly at your blouse which is tucked into the waistband of your skirt and shove it up to your shoulders without any second thought.

"Fucking hell, what a shame that you had hide those gorgeous boobs away from me... well, until now.", he sighs quietly.

As you look down at him, an amused giggle finds their way over your lips and you let your left hand run through his soft, silky hair. Jimin must lost his sunglasses somewhere through the make-out process.

He surveys your boobs with a look as if he's a starved man and is about to eat you alive. You grab both of your bra-straps with your hands and lower the last piece of fabric so he has an unrestricted view at your bare breasts, your nipples literally begging at him to give them some attention.

"Here you go, Jimin... take what you want, I'm yours~", you encourage him in a sweet voice and arch your back, shoving your tits almost right into his face.

You certainly didn't expect Jimin to take it literally and eat your body up alive, the way he's determined to leave over a dozen hickeys (minimum) all over the swell of your boobs and abusing your nipples with his mouth up to the point where you are squirming and crying in desperation underneath him.

You thought he'd gave you a small break to make sure you're not really hyperventilating but no,

your Boss doesn't waste any time and slides both of his hands underneath your skirt to grasp your ass cheeks firmly until he elicts high-pitched moan out of your throat.

"Aha, there is your little naughty toy, Baby..."

His newfound nickname for you sends an arousing tingle down your spine and feeds the growing ball of lust in the pit of your lower abdomen. Another pathetic whine flees just a few seconds later over your lips when he spreads your asscheeks apart just to squish them together, so the toy moves nicely around you.

"Do you like that, Y/N? I think you'd like it even more if your stretched rim would get some stimulation from the vibrations, hm?"

Before your mushed brain is even able to understand what he said, Jimin takes the remote-control out of the pocket of his pants and turned the vibrations halfway up.

You squeak in surprise and whimper into Jimin's neck, the vibrations feels so intense right now. It's too much but still not enough to satisfy you.

Your hips starts moving by themself, grinding down onto the desk to intensify the stimulation at the base of the vibrator.

Jimin curses under his breath at this erotic sight in front of him, bruised boobs jiggling in the same rythm as you grind down and without even noticing, he's rocking his own hips into your aching pussy.

His clothed bulge rubs all over your swollen folds and clit, dry humping your cunt with his dick. Your arms begin to protest, not able to hold your entire bodyweight up anymore so you let your upper body fell back onto the left free space of the desk.

"Fuck Jimin, I need more! I've been on edge since the whole morning... I need something, I don't care what it is, I just need more stimulation!", you sob while rutting your hips eagerly in a pretty sluttish behaviour against his clothed boner. You've soaked through your panties, the wet patch on Jimin's bulge is proof enough.

Your Boss is mesmerized by the sex-demon he has unleashed in you. His polite and reserved Secretary is long gone, now he has primal, sex-driven succubus, who's begging to get fucked, laid out in front of him. How in Gods name can you become even hotter and sexier? That's insane?!

"If you'd stop fucking yourself onto my clothed boner for at least a second, I'd have a change to get your panties off", chuckles Jimin and gives you a demanding slap on your naked thigh.

You may be whining which is caused by the loss of friction but you still your hips as Mr. Park told you so.

"Such a good Girl, Y/N.", he praises you as soon as he holds your pair of panties in his hand. The feeling of the wet fabric underneath his fingertips alone makes his cock twitch in his cage. He has to wait nevertheless, Jimin has to take care of his needy Secretary firstly.

"I guess that you own enough pairs of panties, so it wouldn't hurt if I keep this thoroughly soaking one and take it home, right?", your Boss informs you with a filthy smirk and shoves the tiny piece of arousal drenched cloth into his pocket. He will defintely have some fun with this soiled panties tonight.

In this moment you couldn't care less that you won't have your panties anymore when it's time to go home, now you only care about if your pussy and ass will get some more attention anytime soon!

"Please, Mr. Park... please hurry up! I can feel my juices dripping down to my asshole!", you complain and spread your thighs even more, looking up to Jimin with pleading eyes.

"Oh Baby, you're so impatient. Seems like I have to train you a little more in the future until you've learned the worth of waiting. Now come, grab the undersides of your thighs and press your legs up to your chest. Yeees, exactly like that! Very good."

Your breath quickens, you feel awfully exposed under his hungry and lustdrunken gaze but being this bare and vulnerable sends another wave of pleasure to your lower regions. Your pussy clenches around nothing as the thought, that you both forgot to lock the door and someone could burst in the room anytime, crosses your mind. It doesn't scare you, it just exites you even more. Maybe you should finally admit to yourself that you're a slut for exhibitionism...

Fuck, if he won't pay enough attention to his own cock to control himself, Jimin would cum untouched in his pants like a 15 year old teenager just from the sight of your bare, glistening cunt.

Without leaving your pussy out of his eyes, he grabs behind himself and pulls your chair into the back of his knees and let himself fall into the seat. He pushes himself forward and pulls your ass to the edge of the wooden board until he's close-up with your delicious folds.

"Babygirl, don't be shy and give me a hand down here. Show your Boss your little sexy treasure and spread those swollen pussy lips for me so I can see all your delicacies~", wispers Jimin against your clit in a bittersweet sing-sang voice.

His breath and his request leaves you trembling in pure need, you don't own any shame in the fibres of your body anymore and reach down between your legs without hesitation.

"Here, Mr. Park. Please look at my bare, exposed pussy in all details. Do you see how my clit twitches in need and how my pussy hole clench around nothing? Do you see how badly it needs to get stuffed by a fat cock like yours?", you whimper and move your V-spreaded fingers up and down, alongside to your clit to get some kind of friction.

Your Boss growls at your teasing words and decides for action over words. Without any other warning he dives right into your pussy, pushing your thighs with his own hands even more up to your chest and make you scream so loudly, that you could probably hear it down the hallway.

Jimin literally feasts at your cunt, slurping all of your juices greedily up and sucks gently his way down at your outer lips and leaves you crying out for more. Sadly he won't listen to your pleads, rather moves on in his own pace and test your patience with torturous slow tongue strokes.

Here some licking, there some nipping and sucking some love marks on the insides of your thighs from times to time.

Slowly you realize on what kind of edging Sadist you laid your hands on, you don't dare to think about what other things he could do to you. It drives you insane that Jimin doesn't pay just one single second of attention to your clit, leaving your swollen pearl completely neglected from all the caresses.

Your whole body is quivering and out of nothing a sobbed yell is filling the quiet room. Jimin, this bastard didn't give you any warning that he'd turn the vibrator on the highest level. Your rim is clenching around the plug as if your life depends on it and your untouched clit is throbbing in despair.

"Jimin- Mr. Park, I beg you... please, please let me- make me cum! I am so close, I can't take anymore teasing!", you snivel while big tears are rolling down your cheeks. If you just knew that your Boss is the personification of devil...

"You're already that close to your orgasm? I barely touched your pussy until now... such a sensitive slut you are. If you can't take edging then you have to take overstimulation.", states Jimin with a sadistic smirk and gives your clit a few spanks.

You didn't thought that slapping your clit would feel this good, maybe you just imagine that it feels that way because your pearl gets finally touched. Jimin pinches your sensitive boundle of nerves mercilessly between his thumb and index-finger and you can't stop howling out for more and rutting your hips up into his face.

After some time he leaves your tortured clit alone and lets his hand moves down to your ass, fingers around the base of the vibrating plug.

"Relax your ass for me, Babygirl. Gonna fuck that asshole with this plug while I continue to eat you out. I want you to cover and soil me in your juices."

Your previously closed eyes are within a fraction if a second wide open and a silent scream flees out of the back of your throat, taking your soul with it. This is insane, this man between your knees is completely insane! As crazy it might be, you still love everything of it and you'll take all of the things he gives to you.

A satisfied and appreciation hum comes from inbetween your legs, it seems like as if your ass has already some experience with this procedure. If you play often with your ass when you're at home? Do you drill a big dildo into your stretched asshole and finger your pussy at the same time? Jimin decides to ask you that later.

Your wrinkled entrance shows barely any resistance when he pulls the toy out and push it right back into its place again, swallowing the whole thing effortless.

With a devilish smirk on his face Jimin focus his full attention back on your clit and sucks it right between his sinful lips. His fast tongue toys pitiless with your engorged pearl, sending endless waves of electric shocks through your veins. But sometimes he can't resist the urge to tease you a little more and pulls the vibrator out to circle your puffy rim which is clenching hungrily for the plug.

You're so close, so incredibly close but whenever you think you're about to reach your climax, Jimin pulls away and fucks your hole with his tongue. He only shows you some mercy when you pulls so roughly at his hair that he thinks you might rip him a bundle of hair out of his scalp.

It doesn't takes you long at this point, three intense sucks at your clit are enough to make you see the stars and all possible colours of the sky. Your chest heaves up and down quickly, trying to get some urgently needed oxygen into your burning lungs. A pained whine finds their way out inbetween your breaths, the buzzing vibrations lets your ass cramps up in overstimulation. Jimin is fast to understand you without any words, grabbing the remote-control and turning the vibrations off, then discards the toy completely from your quivering body.

"Fuck, that was absolutely..."

"wild? Insane? Sex-tape-ready?", chuckles Jimin equally breathless and offers you various options to finish your sentence.

"Honestly, all of that. Fuck, that was so good, Jimin. Since two years nobody else exept myself gave me an orgasm in general and not even I could make me cum in that level of intensity!", you voice out loud and give him an almost shy smile.

Jimin is a little taken aback by your confession, you've been single since two years? He could have you since two fucking years?!

"I am glad to hear that I did such a good job, Princess. Besides that, I think we have plenty of time now to make up for that long period of your sex-abstinence. ...not to ruin the post-orgasm bliss but I am seriously afraid that my dick might fell off soon if I can't fuck you in the next five minutes...", answers Mr. Park you with sheepish smile and scratch his neck.

Your eyes widens in shock at the realisation that he hold himself back the whole time while he pleased your greedy body and that his cock still waits impatiently to get finally freed.

"Oh God, oh God, yes! Let me help you to open your pants!", you shout and fumble at his belt buckle in hectic. It only takes you a moment to free him from his suitpants and the precum-stained boxerbriefs until you hold the Definition of a beautiful cock in your hands.

Jimin is neither too short or too long, he's sporting a dick in an average size but with an impressive girth. He has indeed the fat cock you've talked about and it makes you drool just from the sight. Aside from that, on top of his length sits an angry red and leaking mushroom-shaped cockhead and seems to yell at you to take care of him.

"Fuck, Mr Park... you own a really delicious looking cock... what would I give to have a chance to wrap my lips around him and let you fuck my throat until I choke...", you praise him with an approving smirk and give him a little wink.

Jimin groans at your words, rubbing a hand through his face and shoots you a deadly glare, squeezing the base of his cock.

"As tempting your filthy suggestion might be, I'd rather come back to your offer on an other way. Right now I'd prefer to fucking ruin that drenched pussy of yours!", he growls into your earshell and reproves you with a short slap on your cunt. You giggle playfully and looks into his eyes with faux innocence.

In the exact same moment as you reach out to grab his cock, he pulls away from you and makes you pout in frustration. He snorts at your behaviour and shakes his head before he points to the door, that leads to his own work office.

"God, you're so bratty and impatient! You'll get your cock soon enough, just give me a second to get a condom from over there. And yes, before you ask... I 've kept a box in my desk-drawer just a precaution when I'd ever get chance to fuck my cute and sexy Secretary next door!", he shouts back into your direction as he walks casually, with his hard dick out and bouncing up and down, over to his office.

Why the fuck is this man even able to make you gush out even more juices just by getting a condom?!

Jimin returns to his previous position in between your wide open legs with a lazy smirk, condom already rolled down his rock hard, swollen cock. You see it twitch in exitement when Jimin's eyes fall one more time to your messily leaking pussy.

"Hmm, look at this pretty little cunt, so wet and messy for my fat cock. Nuh, nuh, nuh! Don't say anything, you'll get fucked in the next three minutes, stay patient for at least once!", he shushes you with a warning, dominant glare.

With this statement you shut your open mouth again and accept his order with a little nod. Then you have to wait or you'll get no cock at all today.

Your Boss hums in content and pushes your legs in the right directions, so he can slot right in without problems. Then he grabs his cock at the base and pushes it lengthways inbetween your glistening folds, let it slide toturously slow through your pussy lips and coats the condom thoroughly in your overspilling arousal.

"Yeees, that's good! Soak my cock in your juices, little slut!"

You mewl and squirm pathetically under Mr. Park but don't dare to complain out of impatience and greed again.

The lower lip is the victim of your teeth, biting down on the plush flesh to suspress a begging whine whenever his mushroom tip nudges your oversensitive clit. Sweet Baby Jesus, you need to get dicked down really badly.

"Awww, as we can see here you can actually behave, Princess! YOU did good after you stressed around so much. That needs to get rewarded, don't you think? Relax yourself, I'll going to preach you now, yeah?", he comments with a satisfied smile and positions himself in front of your quivering entrance.

"Tell me when it's too much and I need to stop, yeah?", he reminds you with a honest look in his eyes. God, you could smootch him right here and right now to Thank him for his attentiveness!

You respond with a quiet 'Yes' before you let your head hall back again onto the hard wooden desk. Your muscles will hurt like shit tomorrow, that's for sure.

Your tiny moans join Jimin's prima groans as he pushes himself inch for inch deeper into your burning hot heat.

You've seen the girth but now you experience first hand how fucking thick this man's cock truly is! It doesn't hurts you until now but with every inch he sinks deeper into your cunt, the slight burn intensifies.

Both of you groans in relief and satisfaction as Jimin finally bottomed out in you. Beads of sweats are falling down from Jimin's forehead onto your chest, the man hovers panting above you.

"Jesus fucking Christ! You could have warned me that you have an exessive clenching habit! It either feels like as if you want to squeeze my whole cock out again or as if you want to milk my balls dry as soon I've entered your sweet cunt!", groans your Boss and bites down into one of your nipples as an equal revenge for all your squeezing.

"A-Ahhhh, I know, I know! I am sorry but you feel so damn fucking good, I can't control it! Please, just fuck me finally!", you defend yourself with a weak voice and hold onto his trained shoulderblades as if you're about to drown in your own Lust.

Jimin can already feel that he won't last long if he hold still like this and decides to pound that pussy so roughly that you'll problably forget your own name!

Soon you realize that this cock is your go-to-ticket for heaven, even you can't fuck yourself that good with your dildos, no matter if you practices constantly the last two years. That dick is a gift, sended from God! He stretches you in all the right places and Mr. Park just had to correct the angle of his cock a little bit to make you see sweet heaven within seconds by abusing your g-spot without mercy.

Jimin has the same thoughts about your pretty pussy, she makes him loose every sane thought, slowly killing him with her tight grip.

Obscene slapping and squelching noises are joining your pathetic wimpers and Jimin's feral grunts, filling the room with a so filthy melody.

"Fucking fuck, Y/N, stop clenching like that or I'll blow my load in the next three seconds!"

Actually, Jimin isn't mad at you for clenching so insanely good, he's pissed at himself that his usual pretty good stamina seems to be non-existent today.

"I-I'm clenching so much because I am so fucking close again, fucking hell! Don't you dare to stop now, I need to cum so damn badly!", you almost yell with tears in your eyes back and meeting Jimin's hips halfway, fucking yourself greedily down at his cock.

That knowledge calms his nerves a little bit, at least it wouldn't end in a premature ejaculation desaster then.

Jimin builts his upper body up just to part his lips to let some spit drip down onto your pussy, right on top of your clit. He smirks awfully dirty at you as he hears the trembling mewl leaving your lips. Fuck, he's so nasty, so filthy and so incredibly hot!

"It could never be wet enough down here, that's why I added some spit as extra lubrication.", he explains non-chalantly with a chuckle and spreads his saliva with his thumb all over your clit.

That is too much. That's defintely too much now. Your body has enough.

You don't know how often Mr. Park actually circled your clit with his digit, the only thing you know is that you came embarrassingly quick from those simple touches. A high-pitched cry of painful pleasure and overstimulation flees over your tongue as your body quivers erratically.

If Jimin wouldn't hold your hips down with an iron grip, you'd have squeezed him out of your protesting pussy. Thankfully he managed to remain inside your cunt, that intense, almost unbearable squeeze showed him hell and paradise at the same time.

That in combination with your satisfied, orgasm-blissed face becomes his death sentence. A guttural yell, which comes out of the depths of his chest, cuts through all the walls nearby in the same moment where he fills the condom with a huge load of his thick cum.

Jimin's arms cannot hold him up anymore after this exhaustion, so he ends up collapsing very gracelessy on top of you. An equal non-lady-like snort comes from you as you look down on your Boss, who's face is squished in between your boobs. You feel his playful grin against the skin of your right boob which makes you giggle even more.

"We need to work on your clenching-habit if you want me to fuck you longer than just a few seconds... You don't have a normal pussy, you have a milking machine down there!", Jimin jokes around as he looks down to the place you're still connected and sends you a teasing wink when he raises his eyes to your face again.

You giggle sheepishly, you know more than well what a gorilla grip your pussy gets whenever you're close to cum.

"If you'll help me, we will find a solution for that.", you respond to his critique and return the flirtatious wink. As soon as the orgasm dopamine rush has ebbed away, you feel all the muscles of your body ache and a groan in pain leaves your mouth.

"Can we please fuck in a bed the next time? My body is killing meeee!", you whine in a very overdramatic manner.

"You said, you wanted to get fucked on the next flat surface nearby, unfortunately it was your desk.", retorts Jimin unimpressed and without any sympathy for you. He's busy anyway with pulling his softening cock out and throwing the used condom away.

"But yes, I agree. A softer base to lay or to sit on would be defintely more komfortable the next time.", he groans and pops with a stretch his spine back into place.

As Jimin still tries to get his business attire back into their old shape, preferably without too many wrinkles, you're already finished to put your clothes back into their original place.

In the moment you hop off of your desk and are on your way to the door to use the restroom, you realize that your panties disappreared. Jimin notices your frozen body and understand pretty quick why your tentatively behaviour.

"Are you searching for you panties? It's sad that they're mine now. You wouldn't like to wear them anyway, you're completely drenched and soaked. And don't tell me that I am embarrassing you on purpose, you went to work wearing sex toys several times without any shame, so it wouldn't be any different if you wear panties or not. You did this to yourself and that is the consequence now!", says Jimin with devilishly chuckle behind you.

You know, he has a point with his statement.

This goddamn sexy bastard, how much you love and hate him!

[gukguktae]

Namjoon (The one with forbidden tiny)

Read at your own risk, pleaZe! This is an 'imagine' use your imaginations. Don't get offended if I didn't perceived your perception because again that's your perception. Happy humping reading! 🥵 Reposting this bc i forgot to add tags, if you read it then... no you did NOT

Word count: fuck, i forgot 2 to 3k?? probably

Genre: College AU, dash of angst, pinch of fluff and a spoonful of smut

Title: The one with forbidden tiny.

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"Y/N!" Everyone got up on their feet when they saw you walking in the front door with luggage in hand. You decided to go straight to your friends dorm when you reached the university. Seven tall men crowd you, 4 of them you knew your whole life, while 3 is new to your eyes. You're incredibly tiny compare to these towers of men, having to look up to them as you greet everyone. "Come in, come in!" Taehyung your cousin took your bag and set it behind the sofa.

"Y/N, this is our friends Namjoon, Jimin and Jin." You smiled and shakes their hands, hugs here and there, "Guys, this is Y/N. My cousin and our childhood friend who happens to stop growing after 5th grade." With a fake smile on your face you punch Taehyung in the gut causing him to fold like flip phone.

"Nice to meet you guys! I was really excited to see you, actually I have 3 more days 'til I get my own dorm." The classes won't start in 5 days, you asked—begged, your mom to stay with Taehyung and his friends because there's really not much to do at home. "I'll stay with you guys, if that's okay. Taehyung can take the couch."

They chuckled and commented that they are happy to take you and cater for you. The 3 new guys are amaze by how small you are, being 4'9" isn't really something you like about yourself, having to dream about long legs ever since elementary, but they make it seem that it's your greatest quality. Taehyung settled your things in his room while trying to hide some of the clutter in his closet, "You still live like a pig, Taehyungie!" You didn't hide the grimace in your face as you made your way to his bed. "Just be thankful that I changed my sheet earlier!" You weren't sure if that should comfort you or spray Lysol all over his room until soaked. He scan the room for anymore things he should hide, "There, do you need anything?" You shake your head, "I'm good." The bed made a creaking noise as you sat down. "By the way, that Namjoon guy-" "Don't even think about it Y/N!" He took a step closer in his warning voice, but it didn't faze you. You might be tiny, but you can take Taehyung anytime. "I swear to God I will call Auntie right now to tell on you!" With the back of your right hand you smack his shoulders, "Will you chill? Christ! I was just going to ask what's his deal, he won't shut up about how small I am." Taehyung thin his eyes, trying to convince himself that you won't do something stupid, but it was hard for him because you're the epitome of stupidity. "Yeah, I noticed that as well. It's like you're the smallest person he ever saw in his life." "He's hot though-" "Y/N, I swear to God!" You chuckled and realize how much you miss teasing Taehyung and his protectiveness. "Just don't mind him. By the way, we have a party to attend to later, do you want to come?" Your first college party, "Yeah, of course. I'll change first, meet you downstairs?" He nodded then proceed to shut the door. Taehyung went straight to Namjoon, Jimin and Jin who all conveniently sitting in one sofa. "Y/N is off limits." Three men look at him in confusion, "Specially to you Namjoon-hyung!" "What did I do?" "You're so cute and tiny. I could just eat you up!" Namjoon was not impressed by how Taehyung mocked his low voice. "I am watching you."

--time jump--

Yoongi's car pulled up in front of another dorm, Hoseok, Jimin and you slide out, music was blaring so loud that you could hear from 2 blocks down. It looks like really fun, there are some people outside the house with drinks and smokes in their hands. Jin's car also pulled up, Taehyung immediately run towards you, "Oh, thank God! I thought you're already drunk!" You raised your eyebrow on him, "We've only been here for literally 5 seconds." "Dude, chill. Let her have fun this is her first party." You're savior Hoseok put his arms around Tae and drag him inside the party. Hoseok look back at you and wink, you blow him a kiss as a thank you. "Don't worry, we'll distract him with someone. You have fun and tell us if anyone bothers you!" Jungkook nudge you before running after them. Yoongi place an arm over your shoulders, "If you're going to do something stupid, keep it on the low, aight? This is your first college party." "You guys starting to scare us, is she really that wild at parties?" Jin butted in looking down at you, "She looks really innocent to me." Yoongi laughed that made you elbow his side, "I'm not wild nor stupid." You smiled and look up to him through your lashes boosting your innocence. You mentally promised yourself that you wouldn't do something stupid or something to disappoint Taehyung. "I was actually counting on you being one, let's go inside I need a drink." Jimin hooks his arms around yours to drag you away from Yoongi to enter the frat house. Namjoon and Jin was about to follow you two, but Yoongi grab Namjoon's arms, leaving both of the behind. "Don't even think about it, Joon." "What?" He stopped his tracks. Namjoom knows what Yoongi's all about, but it's not like he was going to act on it... he'll wait for you to act on it. "Don't play stupid. Taehyung's really protective of her, we all are, but he's different. He kinda promised his brother." Yoongi gave him an intense eye contact, Namjoon sigh in defeat. "Don't break up the band Yoko." He gave him one last pat before walking inside the party. You were already 2 cups down on beer, 1 tequila shots, 4 jello-shot, 1 edible and it's only been 30 minutes. Jimin keeps refilling your cup and introducing you to his friends who happens to offer whatever alcohol or stuff in hand. "Let's play beer pong, do you know how?" As soon as beer pong left Jimin's lips your body froze. "I.. uh... I can't." You pull yourself away, but he quickly snatch your arms dragging you to the table. "Jimin, I can't- if Tae saw me-" "Oh, sush! He's probably making out with someone right now." He handed you the ball, "Namjoon-hyung! You're playing?!" You look up to see a Namjoon and a girl beside him, "Y-yeah!" His eyes landed on you and then back to Jimin. Somehow  your promises to yourself about not doing something stupid became blurry in your head. Namjoon cute smile with dimples erases the oath, "I'll let you guys go first!" He shouted over loud music. "Yes, you go first and we'll beat your ass up!" The girl beside him slur. They seem to be close or is she his girl? I don't think so you thought. He doesn't seem to care about her like a girlfriend, but he's trying to steady her. A few shots passed, it's only been down between 2 cups each. Jimin admitted that his vision is getting blurry from drinking so he lay down for a bit and Namjoon's partner were already passed out about an hour ago. You yourself are a little tipsy, but you still can steady your toss. "Yeah! Drink up, darling." You mock as Namjoon took the liquid, he exhaled after grimacing. He made his toss in your cup too, "You might want to drink up as well, baby." The pet-name he's been calling you all night is making you to want him more, you groan as the liquid made a hot stream of line down your throat. "Okay, let's go Y/N don't fail me now!" You jump up and down to build up courage then tossing the ball. The crowd 'oohed' when the ball hit the cup's rim then falling off. Fuck! "Ooh, you did know that if I made this shot you have to drink both, right?" Namjoon's now is cocky, tounging his cheeks

and smirking at you. You know that it's the alcohol thinking, but damn he's really hot as fuck. How can a man in a simple white shirt and sweat short looks this hot? The silver hair really didn't help your case, specially his bulge that's been prominent all night. No wonder why all the girls is on your side of the table because this view is just immaculate. "If you made it-" His fans beside him cheered as the ball made a splash in the cup. He took the small shot in his hand and slow stride to you, he lean against the table that somehow made him level with you... almost "Wow, you're really gonna make a girl take two shots-" He put the glass in his lips and pull his head back, "Nice game-" "Y/N!" Taehyung's voice booms, "Did you play? You're drunk already are you?! We need to get you home!" he place his hand on your shoulder and level himself. With both of your hands you remove his grip, "Will you chill? Let me enjoy myself for tonight and I am not drunk." yet... you think? "Taehyung, there you are! C'mon, Jessa- Jaila- Jessica- fuck what is her name again? Whatever, she's looking for you!" Jungkook quickly pulled him away before turning to you. "Sorry, he slipped." You thanked him once again before turning to Namjoon, "I need another drink. Do you want to come?" He nodded and walked behind you, his hands were carefully placed on your shoulders guiding you to the sea of people. His hands were warm and enormous for your shoulder. He was greeted by his friends and some girls— who gave you stinky eye for being with him, but you didn't care. Both of you stopped in the kitchen isle, "What's your poison?" You asked while mixing your own drink. "Jack and coke. 70/30" Namjoon eyed you as you mix his drink. You pour it carefully not to spill, it'll just show him how tipsy you are right now. "Thanks. Do you want to go outside, I have some friends there." Like a puppy you followed Namjoon, but your hands and his are intertwine, you just noticed it when he gave it a squeezed. You reached the backyard and there's a few people who's minding their own business. Making out, smoking on a bong,  or just playing their own music.. basically just kids having fun. "Joon! What's up, man?" One of the lawn chair guys stood up for him, it kinda made you sad that he lets go of your hand to hug the dude, so you just took a sip on your drink.  "Is that your girl?" Namjoon turn to you and place his hand on your back, "Ah, this is Y/N. Taehyung's cousin... and a friend" You smiled brightly, "Hi! Nice to meet you!" He offered his hands, which you took gladly, but they were cold from holding his cup, "I'm Jackson, by the way. Namjoon is terrible at introduction." He earned a glare from Namjoon who made himself comfortable on a lawn chair. "He is, isn't he?" You shake your head jokingly. Jackson went back to his chair as well and realized that you don't have one. Both men offered their chair, but you refuses. "Oh, no please. I'll sit here." You're tiny body fits perfectly in Namjoon's lap, you were sitting sideways, legs dangling on the armrest of the lawn chair, "You don't mind do you?" His wide eyes and stutter in his exhale made it too obvious, "N-no. It's fine." Jackson had a smirk on his lips turns into chuckles, "I like you, you're evil." his reaction were quickly brushed away when someone greeted him. Now that you are closer to Namjoon, you could smell his cologne with the mixture of alcohol from his breath. His left arms supporting your back while the other is on top of your knees with a drink in hand. "I'm not evil," You look Namjoon through your lashes and quickly switch to your bedroom eyes and whispered,  "I'm a good girl." Namjoon's eyes widen, "I don't think you are." his adam's apple went up then down. His eyes soften when you pouted, acting like a brat is your specialty, it's part of your personality in and out the room. "What are you doing?" His breathy whisper betrayed him while trying to compose himself. You shook your head and reposition yourself in his lap, the side of your hips touching his shaft. Gasping a

little and looking at Namjoon making him red. Because his cover is blown, he was hard. The moment you sat on his lap and feeling the softness of your ass made him hard then you whispering that you're a good girl sends him over the edge, almost. "I need to refill my drink-" You teased. "Don't you fucking dare stand up." His whole look changed, hooded eyes and clench jaw made you shudder, but you hide your fear– lust, in a cheeky smile. "Jackson, could you refill Y/N drink as well?" The man nodded as he pour you a beer from the tap next to him then returning to his own conversation with another friend. "I could actually do it myself you know."  You lean back, almost lying across him. He tongue his cheeks, "He was right you are evil." Namjoon smirked as he get close to your ears, "Don't fucking toy with me, I can take you anywhere in his house. I will make you scream like a good girl you are." Licking the shell of your ear gave you goosebumps. Trying your best not to get fazed by his threat– promise. "Highly doubt, but I'd like to see you try." You took a big gulp from your cup while watching Namjoon's reaction. You felt him twitch. Rolling your hips a little to tease him more, but he grab your hips, but using his left arm to stop you. "I think I can make you cum in here, I really like to see you fall apart, Kim Namjoon." His jaw clenches harder, thinking how right you are. He doesn't really like being teased, but one good roll of your hips and a kiss is his weakness as of the moment. He doesn't know what is happening to him right now, he was so attracted to you, your presence alone made him horny. He's already practicing his apology, in his head, to Taehyung because it's impossible to keep his hands to himself, specially if you're provoking every inch of his body. Namjoon placed his hands on your nape and push his lips on yours, he couldn't help himself. He wasn't sure if it's your teasing and cockiness or the fact that both of you are just drunk, but this is the first time he broke a promise to a bro. Usually, he can control himself, but his libido is all over the place. You can taste the alcohol from his lips, he groan as you slid your hands and play with his nipple through his shirts. "Y/N! Y/N! Taehyung's coming, he's looking for you!" You pulled away as Jimin taps you aggressively, "I know you like to play tongue tango, but he's drunk and furious." You stand up and Namjoon followed to hide behind you, his bulge rather With annoyed and knitted brow you huffed on Jimin, "What's that got to do with me?" "He wants to go home and said you're coming with him." He shrug and turn around to see Taehyung stomping with Jungkook running behind him. "Speaking of the-" "We're going home." He said sternly. "No-" "Yeah, we should. You're guys are drunk, let's find Jin." Namjoon squeeze your shoulders accepting defeat. As soon as Taehyung hit the couch he passed out, Namjoon had to carry Jin to his bedroom and Jimin drove back to the party to "get fucked up". The others were MIA and Namjoon assured you that they're going to be fine. He was huffing while running back down, "God, Jin-hyung's a handful when he's drunk." Using his arms he wipes the sweat on his forehead. "I'd rather have a handful cousin, than this-" You flick Taehyung's forehead that made him groan and turn over, "party pooper!" Namjoon let out a chuckle, "So, I guess good night?" "Yeah, I... guess?" You made eye contact with him and bit your lip.  You grab his shoulder to pull him down, but that wasn't enough you had to tip toe just to give him a kiss on his cheek. "Good night, Namjoon." He was stunned, you let go of his shoulder, but he quickly grabs your wrist. "What?" "I.. uh.." The tension thickens, "Ah, fuck it!" Namjoon place his hand on your neck and lean down to kiss you. His lips were eager as his tongue, placing both of his hands on your waist. You already knew what he wanted, without breaking the kiss you jump as he pull you up, wrapping your legs around his torso. His hands were quick to find your ass and gave it a smack while walking to

his room just across the living room where Taehyung's sleeping soundly. He let go of you in his bed, the spring made noise as you bounce up and down. The room was dim, the lamp shade in his desks that faces the wall sets the mood better. Namjoon grab the back of his shirt and pull it off, your breath loses it's steady when you saw his body. You don't know if he's flexing right now, but his tits and abs are well sculpted, you swallowed hard before you drool all over his bed. "Loving what you see?" He was smirking at you. "Very much so."  You bit your lip and grab the band of his sweat short to pull him closer. Your lips found each other again, as hungry as before. He remove your crop top, breaking the kiss, but connecting again. He hum and smiled when he realized that you're not wearing a bra. Huge hand palm your boob, he pulled away to suck on your hard nipples, flicking his tongue over and over. You held your moan, keeping in mind that you're not alone in the house, he let go with a pop, "You can be as loud as you can, every room is sound proof." Namjoon pull down your shorts together with your panties, he didn't waste anytime after pulling you in the edge of the bed. His height kneeling were perfect access to you wet pussy. "You're dripping, baby." Using his thumb to smear your own juices all over before giving a soft lick. "Fuck." Your head fall right back on the bed.  He flicks on your nub using his tongue, what makes arched your back is when he push two digits inside you then spreading, curling– his fingers brush the side of the spongey button inside you, getting you close to the edge. "Nam-Namjoon!" You called, he stop his mouth, but kept his digits inside. "Do you want to cum? For me?"  He keeps on penetrating, just keeping you on the edge. Your high waiting, almost slipping away from you. "Are you going to be a good girl?" You nodded, "Yes, I will. Please!" "Please, who?" "Please, Namjoon! I want to come! Make me come!" You cried, "I want to come for you!" He went back to lick your sensitive bud and his fingers stroked even faster, you don't know how's he doing it but his finger and tongue are in sync. Your orgasm flashes— hard, to the point you're closing your legs, but he uses one of his arm to keep you open for him, "Nam-namjoon, fu-fuck fuck!" He let go of you clit, but he continues to massage your walls making you scream his name. "Let it all go, baby." His voice is low and determine, a spritz made him stop, pulling out his digits and standing up to have a better look as liquid gushes from your core. "That's a fucking good girl." He matured while watching you quiver from waves of pleasure, you didn't notice how he took his fingers on his mouth for a taste. Smiling to himself on how sweet and tangy you tasted. Namjoon took a condom out from his drawers, before pulling down his sweat shorts together with his boxers down to his ankles. "Are you good baby?" He josh, as you come down from your high, embarrassed on what he just made you do, but at the same time you're thankful. "I've never done that before, that was so good." You pant. Shooting your head up again and found him stroking himself while staring at you. "You-" "You look hot, damn." He beat you to it, you move back to get to the center of the bed and he crawl forward to you. "Now you make me feel good." Namjoon lay on his back and handed you the packet of condom. Giving his cock a good look, before opening the plastic. He's big, you are pretty sure that his shaft will reach your stomach and fill you up, prominent veins that runs all over and the pink tip made you giddy and dripping for him, literally. He help you roll the condom while you pinch the tip. Straddling him and position his shaft in your entrance, he gave you control of the pace, but still afraid of his size. The wetness that pools in your center helps, he did prep you good for him. He's grunting and rubbing your thigh as you slowly push yourself down on him, your soft walls stretching. It took a little while for you to reach all of him, you place your hand on his chest for

balance while looking for a comfortable position. You could feel him touch your cervix, it's painful at the same time pleasure consuming you. Knowing he can feel it too as he calls your name and moans getting louder, you touch his face to make him look at you. You started moving, spelling 'coconut' and your name in cursive using your hips. A little trick that you read when you were in high school that now comes in handy. Now it's part of your routine when you're on top, apparently it works on Namjoon too much as he grab your waist and guide you. "Holy fuck, Y/N!" Namjoon thrust his hips meeting you as you bounce up and down his cock, your bounce no matter how high you never meet the tip, he is that big. Feeling the familiar knot in your stomach, you lay on top of him to give him the control "I'm coming, Namjoon!" Your walls clenches that made him grunt. "Hold it in, baby." He suck on the lobe of your ear and hugged your waist to keep your hips down, "I want to feel you as I come." You whimper in his order, trying your best to hold it in. Denying your orgasm isn't really your kink, but you'll do anything for him if he uses that low and throaty voice on you. "Fuck, fuck. I'm almost there." Whimpers from your lips filled his ears the reason he's grunting while sucking your shoulders. He's getting riled up that you're in distress trying to obey him, maybe he has a daddy kink? you thought in the midst of what's happening in your head and center. Wondering didn't last long though as you gush on his cock, mind went blank, eyes rolling at the back of your head as he continues to fuck you. The extreme wave of orgasm made you shake and cry for his name as he try to soothe you with low sound of moaning, your hips keeps moving as you try to prolong your high. Namjoon steady your hips, "That's enough, baby. You'll kill me." Sweats forming in his forehead, he must have came. As your mind gets to work again, you could now feel how warm he made your inside. "You're yummy." Giggling then giving him a peck before slowly pulling out to lay next to him. His throbbing cock still hard and twitching from his own orgasm. "You're tiny and a good girl" He pant, removing the condom from his shaft. Skillfully tying and covering with a tissue before tossing in the trash. "Do you want to go or do you want to stay?" He asked without looking at you. You squinted your eyes, "Are you kicking me out?" "What-" Panic painted his face, "Oh God, no! No- I mean Taehyung might see you walking out from here and I don't want you to get in trouble."  His answer soften you, spreading the covers as he lay next to you placing his buff arm under your head. Whiffing his cologne and deodorant made you pull yourself closer. "He's a heavy sleeper, I'll sneak out later." Closing your eyes and inhale all of him. --- bonus: MORNING AFTER The bright light coming from the window made you sat up. Shit. You tap Namjoon's chest, "We fell asleep!" You grunted looking at the clock that read 6:18am. Praying to God that Taehyung is still passed out. Namjoon rub his eyes and yawn, he's much calmer than you are as you frantically looking for your things and wearing what you can find. "He's probably still asleep, he' pretty fucked up last light." His word came out as grunt as he stretches. Now that you're wearing your top and shorts, rushing to the door and slowly opening it. Taehyung wasn't on the couch anymore, you figure he probably in his room or– on leaning on the fucking wall with eyebrows knitted, like he's been waiting for you all night. "Hey, couz!" You smiled and tried to hug him, but he used his palm to your face to stop you. "Don't fucking, 'hey couz' me." Taehyung was so furious he didn't even tried to mock your voice. Removing his hand on your face you explained yourself, "It's not what it looks like. We just passed out, nothing happened! Really-" "Y/N, you left your pant- Oh" Namjoon quickly shove your undies in his back pocket. "Hey, Tae! Good morning, dude!" Taehyung tongue his cheeks with cold glare for both you. Swallowing hard knowing that

you're done. So done. •♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡• BTS masterlist

[inmyarmswrappedin]

I haven't read any post on the tag, these are my unfiltered thoughts on clip 3:

Week 1 is always used to set up the themes and storylines for the season. And they're sure getting hammered down in the first three clips.

The characters have just finished their German exam. Apparently they all picked a Goethe poem to analyze. Mailin had a lot to write, as she found the poem very misogynistic. (Sidenote, but I would like to know which poem specifically this was.)

The poem compares a girl to a flower, waiting to be picked, and dead once she's picked. Mailin thinks it's a rape metaphor. She also thinks the poem should come with a trigger warning. I myself will have to add a trigger warning to this post because of this comparison.

Sporty Spice jokes that he has a trigger warning to give himself: he has to get going. Sporty, it's your presence that necessitates a tw, not your disappearance. But ok. Mailin looks super pissed at Sporty's joke.

On the other hand, Finn, who couldn't be more telegraphed as the LI if he tried, looks at Mailin all like, "you got a point." He mentions that in the poem the boy is a boy, but the girl is a flower.

Isi is taken aback at Mailin's rant. They mentions that they definitely noted the girl as flower as a metaphor for courtship, but then moved onto the rhyme scheme, rather than mentioning rape and so on. Gonna guess that Mailin was so angered by the rape vibes that she forgot to mention the rhyme scheme and her grade won't be as good. Which will further anger her.

Sporty Spice wants to know before he leaves who else wants to celebrate being done with this exam. Isi has a date with their bf. Kieu My and Fatou are also hanging out. Mailin lies that she'll probs go see her grandma since it's been a while since they hung out; however, people keeping track of the social media will know Mailin and her grandma did yoga together yesterday.

This leads me into a digression about the social media. What are we to make of the content posted to insta? Is it supposed to be accurate to what teens actually post? Because I don't believe that German teens (or anyone who isn't actively using their relationship for clout) post the kind of long videos where they're just chatting with their SO about some dumb shit for a while. So then are we supposed to assume that these videos are maybe filtered to Best Friends only? Or maybe even just videos that they shot for themselves, that we as viewers get to see but aren't supposed to be uploaded and published to ig? Because if so, then I think it's really strange that Fatou all of a sudden can't stop talking about sex in clips, but won't even joke about her sex life with her gf on her private videos. Fatou's characterization doesn't ring true.

Anyway, either Mailin's videos with her grandma were private only for herself, or they were published where her friends could see, but Fatou (and everyone else in this clip) was so wrapped up in their SO that they didn't watch Mailin's stories. The message is clear though, Mailin feels so left behind because three people out of the five in this clip are too busy with their relationships to hang out with her, and the fourth is fucking Sporty Spice and his joke trigger warnings.

Edit: a further note about trigger warnings. I think it's kind of insidious that this clip paints Mailin as angry and even kind of off-putting (just look at everyone else's reactions) for wanting a trigger warning, because Druck has used trigger warnings in the past. They were in fact praised for doing so, when pretty much every other Skam version had failed to do so.

[mrsalwayswrite]

To Call Forth Love- Chapter 4

So I planned for this chapter and the next to originally be one but as I started writing it, the words kept flowing and oops....now its really long. So I decided to split it. This means that I’m pretty much done with the next chapter so I’ll be able to get it out in a few days! Yay!

Also, Ivar is pretty manipulative in this chapter. Someone made a comment in the last chapter that I want to acknowledge. Going forward this is kind of a theme but I just want to put that warning statement- if this is triggering for you, please read with caution. There is nothing explicit or graphic but its still manipulation. 

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Warnings: swearing, manipulation

Tag List: @youbloodymadgenius​

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Sitting in the office at work, Kari sipped on her smoothie as she plugged in numbers for an inventory order. She had just finished teaching one of her morning classes and was now doing some paperwork for Lydia while on her "lunch break". 

 She jumped when her phone suddenly buzzed- a text alert. Surprised and curious as to who would be texting her at this time, she unlocked her phone to see the text from an unknown number. 

 Unknown: hey u busy 2nite?

 Kari: who is this?

 Unknown: u fav person

 Kari: OMG! Ed Sheeran?!

 She giggled quietly to herself, returning back to the laptop screen. Normally she ignored any calls or texts from unknown numbers, but it had been a good morning and she was feeling playful. When there was no return text, she shrugged the conversation off and returned to the order. Apparently, the unknown number did not get the reaction they were hoping for or realized they text the wrong person. Either way, she did not care. 

 A couple minutes later, her phone started to vibrate repeatedly. Looking down, she saw she was getting a call from the unknown number. She hesitated to answer, but by the third ring her curiosity got the better of her and she answered it. 

 "Hello?"

 "FUCKING ED SHEERAN? REALLY?"

 She sat there stunned. "Ivar?"

 "Of course, it's me. Who the fuck were you expecting?" He asked, angrily. 

 "How did you get my number?"

 He ignored her question, his voice suddenly sounding muffled. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be a second…. damn it. I know!"

 "Who is that?" 

 "My brother.” He scoffed, muttering something unintelligible under his breath, before speaking to her again. “I have to head back into a meeting now."

 "Oh, ok?"

 "You didn't answer my question."

 Her mind was still reeling from the fact that Ivar Lothbrok had her number and was calling her out of the blue. "What question?"

 He huffed, exasperation evident in his tone. "Are you busy tonight?"

 "Why?"

 "I want to take you out."

 "Ivar," she sighed, pressing a hand to her forehead, "I told you, I can't."

 "Yeah and I don't believe you, so…."

 "No. I'm sorry but the answer is still no."

 "Fine. I have to go." He snapped then abruptly ended the call.  

 Slowly, she pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it. What just happened? Before she forgot, she added his number to her contacts since she had the distinct feeling this would not be the last time he contacted her. Once done, she set her phone down and dropped her head into her hands. 

 It had been two days since he drove her home and she said they could be friends. In those two days, this was the first contact they had. She had hoped he grew bored with her since she was not playing his game, that she refused to go out with him. Maybe he finally decided she was not worth his time and moved on? Which was for the best. She could never fit into his world, there was no space for her there. Nor did she want to. She was happy, content with her life. 

 It was better for her to not allow Ivar into her life. That's what she repeated to herself as she tried to focus on the inventory order. 

 *****

 "Just put the bags right there, thank you." Kari said, placing the grocery bags, one in each hand, onto the tiled floor. The kitchen in her townhouse was small, two people could barely move around in it without bumping into one another. Thankfully, she did not spend much time in the kitchen. Cooking had never been her forte. 

 "Do you need anything else? I don't mind staying to help." The dirty-blond haired man asked, setting the two bags he carried down onto the floor. He started to shuffle forward but seemed to think better of it and leaned against the half-wall separating the kitchen from the short hallway. 

 "Erik, it's fine. If anything, I owe you. You never let me pay for gas money."

 He shrugged, and tucked his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "It's not a big deal. I needed to shop too."

 "Still, it's not fair to you." She turned around from placing the milk in the fridge to look at him. 

 "If I think of something you can do to repay me, I'll let you know. Deal?"

 "Perfect."

 "Do you still want a ride to work tomorrow?"

 She shut the door and jokingly waved a hand at him. "See! You're too nice."

 "I'd be ‘too nice’ if I also showed up with coffee for you."

 She laughed, moving some frozen fruit into the freezer. "You're too perfect to not have a girlfriend." 

 He rubbed the back of his neck, a flush growing on his cheeks and drawing out a boyish smile. "I don't know if I'd say that. I'll let you get to it. I'll meet you outside at nine?"

 "Thank you, Erik."

 "Of course." He popped his head around the wall to look into the living room. "See you, Alana!"

 "Bye, Erik!" The response came from the living room. 

 Kari continued to put her groceries away as she heard the front door click shut behind him. Somehow, she needed to figure out a way to pay him back. 

 Erik lived in the townhouse next door alone. When he learned that Kari did not own a car, he offered to give her rides whenever it worked out for both of their schedules. At first, she had been hesitant, still not having lived in the townhouse for long but eventually gave in because he always acted like such a gentleman. Every time he saw her, he made sure to greet her and ask about her day. He always held the door open for her and anybody else close by. A negative word never passed his lips, rather choosing to focus on the positive in life. A routine soon started to form and every two weeks they would meet up outside of their townhouses and go grocery shopping together. When she did not have to work early, he would occasionally give her rides to work since the bank he worked at was only a couple blocks away. That was the extent of their interactions though. She wondered about inviting him over for dinner as to thank him but she always chickened out in asking him. Perhaps that was what she needed to do after all.  

 Once all her groceries were put away, she headed into the living room, seeing her roommate and friend sitting on the couch with the TV on to the Great British Bake-off but looking down at her phone. 

 The brunette asked, dropping onto the second couch. "How was work?"

 "Good. You?" Alana looked up, her make-up flawless like usual on her delicate features. 

 "Nothing too exciting."

 "You know, if you'd waited two hours I could have taken you to the store."

 Kari nodded, fiddling with her diamond stud earring. "I know, but you're so busy with work and school. I know you like relaxing when you come home and Erik said he was free today."

 "Did he now?" Alana asked with a smug look.

 Kari tossed a throw pillow at her. "Don't start this again."

 The blonde caught the pillow, still grinning like the Cheshire cat. "You know he likes you. He's just too shy to ask you out."

 "He's a friend, it's been like seven months, I think if he was going to ask me out, he would have done it by now."

 "He. Is. Shy." Alana enunciated, as if talking to a child. She rolled her blue eyes, leaning back against the couch. "Shit, he only started to actually talk to me this summer."

 "Cause you are intimidating."

 Alana threw the pillow back at Kari. "Bitch, it's cause I radiate sexiness and he can't handle it."

 "That is most definitely it." 

 "Well the guy I hooked up with last weekend said I radiated sexiness."

 Kari wrinkled her nose, looking over at her roommate. "I don't want to hear that. It's bad enough when you bring them here."

 "You know, it wouldn't be the worst thing for you to actually go out with Erik. He's…. sweet." She quietly stated, eyes back on the TV. 

 "Yeah."

 "I'm fairly sure he'd treat you better than that fucker of ex."

 Kari picked invisible lint off her black leggings, apprehensive about where the topic was going. Her love life, and lack of it, was something Alana liked to remind her of frequently as of late. "Honestly, I'm even sure anymore he should count as an ex."

 "Well you were supposed to be exclusive, right? And then you find out he's been fucking other girls the whole time. That counts as a shitty ex."

 She winced at the reminder of her one attempt at dating. "I don't…. I don't think I'm ready."

 The blonde pointed a finger at her roommate without turning her eyes away from the TV. "Well don't wait around forever, you'll miss out."

 "Says the woman who hooks up with a different guy almost every other weekend."

 "And I'm not missing out!"

 Kari laughed. Feeling her phone vibrate, she pulled it out of her pocket and checked it to see a new text from Ivar. 

 Ivar: hell no, if we r gng 2 see the Northern Lights thn we're gng 2 Iceland or Norway.

 She smiled at the text, quickly typing in a reply. 

 Kari: fine, we'll add that to the list. Can I please put South Africa back on the list?

 She fiddled with her diamond stud earrings, looking back at their conversation throughout the day. Just looking at all the texts, she bit her lip to try and contain the smile. 

 Ivar had texted her in the late morning, asking her out again. To which she just texted back a one-word answer- "no". Apparently undeterred, he ignored her 'no', saying how he wanted to take her to this popular restaurant. Somehow the conversation spiraled into creating overly outrageous "dates" he would take her on, each one more fantastic than the last, with her encouraging and creating her own ideas. Their texting had lasted all day, and she found herself actually looking forward to his responses. Something she never would have expected, especially after how rudely he hung up on her the prior day. 

 So far her favorite "date" involved him renting out the entire Roman Colosseum in Rome and having a candlelight dinner in the middle of the arena. The most amusing one was when she suggested they go skydiving. He shut down that idea saying they would have to be strapped to instructors and the only man she should ever be strapped to was him. 

 Her phone vibrated in her hand, alerting her to his response. 

 Ivar: u r not swimming w/ sharks 

 She giggled, trying to imagine his facial expression. She actually had no desire to do half of the stuff she suggested but it was funny to get a rise out of him. 

 Kari: African safari?

 "What are you giggling at?" Alana questioned, giving her the side-eye. 

 The smile dropped from her face. "Nothing."

 "That doesn't sound like nothing."

 "Just a funny meme." She deflected, getting to her feet. There was no way she could tell Alana she had been texting Ivar all day. "I'm going to shower."

 As she headed upstairs to her room, her phone vibrated again. 

 Ivar: do u jus luv danger?

 Kari: I'm talking to you, aren't I? 

 She headed to her bathroom, turning the shower on and checking the temperature. In a spur of the moment decision, she tossed in a eucalyptus shower bomb. 

 Just before she jumped in, she looked at her phone one last time to find his response.  

 Ivar: touche, kitten, touche 😘

 *****

 The soothing soundtrack of nature played over the speakers in the yoga studio room. A few women were already in the studio with their yoga mats out, either stretching or quietly conversing as they waited. Depending on the day, the ten am morning class could be busy but typically it averaged about fifteen to twenty women.

 Kari bent over, touching her palms to the floor. Even though she would not be continuously doing the routine along with those in her class, she still liked to be limber and have her muscles warmed up. This was a beginner class, where she spent a good portion of the time either correcting people's forms or showing how to do a certain pose. A few of her coworkers complained about teaching beginner classes since when the participants walked through the door, you never really knew what level they were at. 

 Checking the clock hanging over the door, she saw she had five minutes before her class started. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the pull of her muscles. The door to the studio room opened but Kari continued to stretch, shifting to a downward facing dog pose, holding it. She could hear some people moving around but she focused on her breathing.  

 "Mmm, I could get used to seeing this."

 The familiar voice behind her, caused Kari to try and whip around in startled surprise, only to end up crashing onto her ass. 

 Above her stood Ivar with a devilish smile. "Hello, kitten." He softly said with smolder that instantly made her flush and a tendril of warmth curl in her belly. Standing there in his jeans and red shirt with his hair pulled back in a man bun, it was unfair how striking he looked. Even the braces over his legs did nothing to deter from his attractiveness. 

 She rose quickly to her feet, wiping her hands over her leggings and peeking at the others in the room. Most were curiously watching their interaction but remained where they were. 

 "What are you doing here?" She hissed, turning her gaze back up to meet his. "How did you find me?"

 He rolled his eyes. "You were wearing a Whole Wellness Yoga Studio shirt when I drove you home last week. Plus, hearing from Gyda that you work here…. You're not that hard to find."

 That made sense, even if she disliked the logic. "Ok, fine. Why are you here though?"

 "I want to take you out tonight."

 "Oh gods." She could not believe what she was hearing. The prior day they had spent most of the day texting and sure it was fun, but her answer had not changed. When he had not text her this morning, she assumed that was the last she had heard from him. Apparently, he decided to ask her out in person instead of over the phone like the past two times. "Ivar… No."

 "Why? You keep saying you can't but never why."

 "It's just…. look, I don't want to date."

 He took a step closer, face inches above hers. His voice dropped low, an underlying current of anger in his tone. Those piercing blue eyes challenged her. "You say that but I don't think that's the real reason. So, until you tell me the truth, your 'no' means fucking nothing. Friends tell each other things, right?"

 "You know, I don't think we should be friends anymore."

 He chuckled, still standing too close for a normal conversation. "Too late. I like you."

 "I'm still not going out with you." She placed her hands on her hips, trying to appear confident, hoping desperately he did not hear the wavering in her voice. 'This was for the best, it was best for both of them' she repeated in her mind. 

 "Fine. I'll wait for you to change your mind." He winked and stepped back. To her horror, she watched as he walked over to the side of the room where she kept her water bottle and light jacket. He grabbed a nearby chair and dragged it over before dropping down with his legs in a manspread, that stupid smirk still on his face. 

 She stomped over to him, whisper-shouting at him. "What are you doing?"

 "I'm waiting."

 "What?"

 "I'm not leaving until you agree to go on a date with me."

 "You can't...no…. Ivar." She whined. 

 "I walked all the way here to see you, even though my legs are quite painful today…. you wouldn't kick a cripple out when they just need to rest, would you?" He asked, eyes widened in mock innocence. One of his hands rubbed at his knee in exaggerated fashion as if to prove the discomfort he was in. 

 She groaned. "I hate you."

 "No, you don't." He gloated, then nodded towards the clock. "It's ten o'clock, it's time to start your class, I believe."

 Without another word, she moved to the front of the room. She refused to play this game. Her answer was 'no' and no matter what he said or did, her answer would not change. The whole time she could feel his rakish gaze on her, reminding her how tight her leggings and purple tank top were. She tried to focus on her class, smiling at the women she recognized and the ones that she assumed was new. "Let's begin. Everyone start in mountain pose. Take deep breaths, let's center ourselves."

 "Kari!" 

 She looked over at the older woman, Ingrid, who called out. The woman was easily one of Kari's favorites, doting upon those who worked at the yoga studio, and becoming the unofficial grandmother of them. Ingrid had been coming to the yoga studio for years but was forced to only take beginner level classes after a bad fall the prior year. She loudly complained about her doctor being an idiot and how she felt fine, but Lydia refused to let her attend any other class than beginner classes until otherwise said by her doctor. 

 "Yes?"

 Ingrid's hazel eyes twinkled with mischief from the front row where she stood. "You planning on introducing that handsome young man you've got over there?"

 "No, we are going to ignore his presence. He's going to be leaving soon." Kari flatly stated with a polite smile.

 "Hi! I'm Ivar!" He announced with a charming smile, his bright blue eyes alluring under the dim lights. Giving a little wave with his fingers, he continued, "I hope my presence doesn't bother all you lovely women, I just came to see my girlfriend and ask her on a date tonight."

 A chorus of "awwwws" filled the room. 

 Kari wanted nothing more than to bang her head against a wall. Or preferably, Ivar's head. She could not believe the audacity of him.

 "Where are you taking her?" One of the newer women asked in a flirty tone, pulling her shoulders back to emphasize her ample chest. 

 Ivar barely glanced at her, keeping his focus on Kari. "It's a surprise. I wanted to do something special."

 "Young man, if I were a few years younger, I would fight Kari here so you could take me on a date." Ingrid said with a laugh. 

 "I would be honored to take a lovely woman like you on a date." He sent a playful wink to Ingrid. 

 "Alright, let's get back to yoga." Kari tried to redirect the attention. Annoyed and upset did not even begin to describe how she felt. 

 "Well it was lovely to meet you, young man. Kari should have told us her boyfriend was so handsome. We might have convinced her to bring you in sooner for some eye candy." Ingrid teased. 

 "He's not my boyfriend." Kari retorted, shooting a glare at the smug raven-haired man. 

 "And that is why I'm trying to take her on a date." He placed a hand dramatically over his heart, eyes staring at her beseechingly. "Just for her to give me a chance."

 "Get her some tulips. Those are her favorite flowers." Karina called out from the back of the room. 

 "Can't go wrong with chocolate!"

 "Oh! Read her a sonnet and dance under the stars together!"

 "This is so romantic…. like something out of a movie." Someone loudly whispered, making a few others laugh. 

 Kari dropped her chin to her chest. Tears welled in her eyes. She knew those in the class meant well, that they were really just trying to help. But they were helping the wrong person. Why would Ivar not leave her alone? She told him 'no' multiple times, that should have been enough. Her tolerance for his behavior was waning rapidly and honesty she was not sure if she would fight back…. or surrender. 

 The chair scratched faintly on the floor followed by his footsteps landing audibly as he crossed the room to reach her. She refused to lift her head, her eyes squeezed shut. Not just to pretend she could not feel him standing so close to her, but to try and hide the single tear that rolled down her cheek. 

 "Kari." He whispered, the sound a caress of her name. 

 Still she did not move. 

 Gently, he tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at him. His thumb wiped away the evidence of her tear. It was those captivating eyes, the ones that could both scorch everything in view but also send flames of desire dancing across her skin, that met hers. To her surprise, there was a softness in his gaze, a vulnerability, that was reminiscent of the few times they were alone. As if with just her, for a brief moment, he let his guard down and she could glimpse the real Ivar. 

 "Go out with me." He murmured faintly, stroking her cheek with his thumb. Standing in front of her, his broad back to the class gave them a semblance of privacy. "Please."

 "Why can't you let this go?" She begged quietly, staring up at him. 

 "I told you, I'm persistent." He smiled, almost shyly. 

 In his words, it felt like there was such a depth to them she was unaware of. That he was confessing something to her in which she did not have the key to fully understand. 

 She sighed softly, closing her eyes for a moment before looking at him again. "Fine. I'll go…. But it's only as friends, ok? This isn't…. Romantic. Just…. Just friends."

 "Sure, just friends." He leaned forward and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to her cheek. "I'll pick you up at seven."

 She nodded, feeling torn apart inside. 

 After a lingering look that breathed a flame into her belly, he spun on his heel to face the women. "She said yes!"

 A few cheers and clapping reverberated in the small yoga studio room. 

 "I graciously thank you all for your sound advice and encouragement with helping me to woo the beautiful Kari. Wish me luck as I plan to thoroughly spoil her tonight." Ivar dramatically bowed, shooting a quick wink at Kari as she watched him. 

 She desperately tried to fight the small smile off her lips. No one could say that Ivar was not charming or charismatic when it suited him. 

 As he finally made his way to the door, he turned around just before pushing it open. "Wear something nice." He said, pointing a finger at Kari and then walked out like a dream where one cannot decide if it was a nightmare or not. 

 The brunette ran a hand down her face before shoving aside her emotions and plastering a customer smile on. "I'm so sorry about all of this. Let's get back to it. I promise it won't happen again, ladies."

 "Kari, dear, you have fun with that boy tonight." Ingrid spoke up, eyes darting to the now closed door and back to the yoga instructor. "And if you don't want him, let me know. I'd still jump on him in a heartbeat. That boy has the prettiest eyes, I swear."

 A few sounds of agreement echoed in the room. 

 Kari could not stop her smile from turning genuine at Ingrid. No matter the situation, the feisty, older woman always knew how to make her laugh. "I promise I'll let you know. Now, back to mountain pose please."

 Silently, she hoped tonight was not a mistake.

[alloftheimaginess]

Little Morgan

Ooc Spencer Reid.

Wordcount : 2727

After filming her latest movie After, overseas for the last year 26 year old Yn Morgan was seen headed to Virginia

I hold my phone in my hand as I pose for pictures with the fans I ran into at the airport even though I look like a literal pile of shit. I work with what I have which is filters and when they are done taking photos on their phone I pull out my phone and I go to my Snapchat and I use my phone to take selfies with fans and I take like 8 before adding them to my Instagram story, getting all of their instagrams so that I can tag them.

"Arrived home to so much love. I love you all 😘💕" I add to my Instagram story as well.

"Thank you so much Yn" one of them says.

"Of course no problem" I say hugging them again before my phone starts going off.

"It was nice meeting you all, I'll follow you when I get home" I say walking off and picking up my phone.

"Hey dad" I say as soon as I pick up.

"Hey baby did you land?" He asks.

"Yeah, are you here?" I ask looking around as I grab my suitcase.

"Yeah, I'm walking up right now. I had to park pretty far" he says.

"Okay, I'm making my way to the entrance" I say putting my suitcase down and wheeling it behind me and when I see him, I run over to him and he catches he, pulling me into a hug and I hug him back.

"Hi daddy" I say kissing his head.

"Hey baby. How was the flight?" He asks and I smile at him.

"To be honest I don't know. I was so excited to see Hank that I slept the whole time because if I didn't I would have exploded" I say and he laughs.

"How long has it been?" He asks.

"I only seen him when he was in the hospital and then I was filming supernatural and then when that wrapped I had to fly out from Canada to London to start filming After" I say.

"It's going to be so good to see him in person and not just over FaceTime" I say and he grabs my suitcase.

"Well he's waiting so let's go" he says leading the way.

"Are you okay?" He asks as he gets in after putting my suitcases in the trunk and I nod.

"Yeah, it's just a little weird if I'm being honest" I say buckling up.

"I haven't seen Savannah in so long and I don't want to feel like I'm intruding" I say and he quickly shakes his head.

"I understand, it's a new place. But take your time it's no rush to get use to things. And it's only two weeks but if it was longer you wouldn't be intruding. She's waiting to get some girl time in with you" he says smiling at me before he drives off.

"A few of my former colleagues are coming over for dinner tonight. So I'm just letting you know so you have time to shower and get ready" he says.

"Thank you for the warning. I need time to get presentable" I say smiling at him.

"Welcome home" he says opening the door and I walk inside happy to finally be here instead of living out of a hotel for the past year and a half.

"You did such a good job with the house, it looks nothing like how it use to look" I say looking around.

"Hey sweetie" I hear and Savannah walks around the corner.

"Hey" I say and she hugs me and I hug her back.

"I just started dinner, so you have time to get ready" she says and I nod and Hank runs around the corner.

"Ynn" he says running over to me hugging me.

"Hi Bubba" I say picking him up.

"You've gotten some big and cute. How old are you now?" I ask kissing his head.

"I'm three" he says holding up four fingers and I put one down, smiling at him.

"That's so crazy. I remember seeing you in the hospital as a little baby" I say.

"You seen me in the hospital?" He asks and I nod.

"Yeah, I was one of the first people to hold you" I say brushing his hair out his face.

"Hank, let Yn go shower" Savannah says.

"We'll finish this conversation later" I say putting him down and holding out my fist and he fist bumps me before running off into the kitchen.

"Everything is pretty much exactly where it was it's just updated so you should have no problem finding your way" my dad says and I turn to him nodding.

"Okay" I say going up the stairs to shower and get ready.

I walk down the stairs and I hear a lot of talking and laughing and I tug on my dress before walking around the corner "hey Yn come here" my dad says opening his arms and I walk over and he hugs me, wrapping one arm around my shoulder.

"This is my best friend Penelope, Penelope this is my daughter Yn" he says introducing me to the first person I see.

"You didn't tell me your daughter was the Yn Morgan" she says and I smile at her.

"Well I feel like I'm the only one" I say laughing.

"But it's nice to meet you" I say going to shake her hand but she pulls me into a hug.

"You are so beautiful" she says and I hug her back.

"Thank you" I say smiling at her.

"This is Matt and his wife Kristy, Hotch and his wife Renae, Luke, Tara, Rossi, JJ and her husband Will, Emily and Spencer" he says introducing me to everyone and I shake all of their hands.

"It's really good to meet you all" I say smiling at them.

"I'm with Penelope here. You didn't tell us who your daughter actually was" Luke says and I turn to my dad.

"It never came up" he says and Renae laughs.

"Never came up? We've known you for like 17 years" she says.

"Geez it's almost like you're embarrassed of me" I joke and he laughs rolling his eyes.

"How long are you with your dad?" Matt asks.

"Two weeks, I'm off from filming for a while so I decided to visit them" I say and he smiles at me and I smile back and Savannah hands me a glass of wine and I sip on it.

"You're an actress right?" Kristy asks and I nod.

"Yeah I am" I say smiling at her.

"What's that like?" She asks.

"When I was younger it was a really hard time for me, I started out on a show and then my mom made me join another cast at the same time and I was doing two shows at once and I wasn't use to it so I was very moody and always tired and then after that I did a season of a show and I was quickly done with that because it sucked so I moved on to movies to let myself relax" I say taking a sip of my wine.

"And you do both now right?" JJ asks.

"Yeah, recently I started doing tv again" I say.

"You were in the Netflix series. I think it was called a Time" Will says and I nod.

"Yeah, that's what made me want to start tv again and then I did a show called euphoria with one of my best friends who is like a little sister to me and then I did supernatural and went to work on a movie" I say.

"My girlfriend and I watched Euphoria" Tara says.

"What did you think?" I ask.

"You were so good. We talked about how you and Zendaya played the roles you got so good that it seemed so real" she says and I laugh awkwardly because for me it is very real.

"She told me the day she started filming that Savannah and I weren't allowed to watch it" my dad says wrapping his arm around Savannah.

"Her parts in the show weren't as bad as others but yeah as her parents I wouldn't watch it" she says and everyone laughs.

"What else are you in?" Spencer asks.

"Im in a new series called the umbrella academy. It came out earlier this year and I occasionally do a show called 9-1-1" I say.

"So you've been busy?" Renae asked and I nod.

"Extremely, but I like it. It helps me stay active so I don’t have rid to start thinking" I say drinking the last of my wine.

"I'm going to get a refill. Does anyone need anything?" I ask and they all shake their head continuing on the conversation and I go into the kitchen and I go to the wine and I pour me a glass and I take the plastic baggie out my bra and I put a little on my finger and I stick the bag back in my bra and I hear the door open so I brush it off and I look up to see Spencer and he smiles at me and I smile back.

"Hey" I say.

"Hi, can you top me off?" He asks setting his cup on the island and I nod pouring him a glass and I sit on the cabinet refilling mine.

"So Spencer" I say smiling at him.

"Yeah?" He asks, awkwardly smiling back.

"What do you like to do in your free time?" I ask.

"I don't really get free time but I guess I would have to say I like to read" he says.

"Oh yeah I can see that" I say and I grab my purse that’s on the far end of the cabinet, pulling the book out.

"You've probably read this but if you haven't you should give it a read and let me know what you thought about it. I just finished reading it on the flight here" I say handing it to him.

"How am I going to do that?" He asks and I pull a pen out and I open the front of the book, quickly writing my number in the top of the front cover.

"There you go. I don't know how fast you read but it took me three days so I'll be waiting on the call" I say.

"It's actually not going to take me that long" he says opening the front page again and he reads the first and second page in like 30 seconds.

"Oh my god I totally forgot you're like a genius" I say and he laughs.

"I'm not a genius" he says.

"Something only a genius would say" I say laughing and he looks up as I'm drinking my wine.

"Are you sure you want to give this to me?" He asks and I nod.

"I mean it's a bit too late, I was trying to be cute and write my number down" I say and he blushes a little.

"Yeah, you're right" he says quietly and I giggle.

"Hey, nothing to be embarrassed about" I say holding up my wine glass and I nod to him and he holds his up.

"Here's to fast friend outside of our careers and good books" I say and he taps his glass against mine at the same time I go to tap mine against his and I fall forward applying too much pressure and I catch myself but I break both glasses and the wine falls out and I instantly start laughing.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry" I say and he laughs with me and I jump down to grab some paper towels so I can clean up and he helps me and I hear the door open and I look up.

"Everything okay in here?" Savannah asks and I look up quickly over the island.

"Mhm" I say.

"All is good" Spencer says and she raises a brow.

"Whatever you heard nothing is broke" I say and she laughs.

"If you need another glass they are in the cabinet beside the stove" she says and the door closes and I finish cleaning and I sit back on the floor, with my back pressed against the island and Spencer grabs us more glasses and refills them and sits beside me handing me one.

"Thank you" I say and he smiles at me.

"Here's to fast friends outside of our careers, good books and extra wine glasses" he says and I snort laughing.

"Here here" I say gently tapping his glass and we both drink at the same time.

"Anyone ever tell you how easy it is to get along with you?" I ask and he quickly shakes his head laughing.

"Never and you only say that because I've had to stop myself from pulling out all the ramblings and unwanted facts" he says and I laugh.

"Don't let me stop you, I'd love to hear some of your best facts" I say and he smiles at me and I smile back and I start to lean in and the door opens and we both quickly pull away.

"And that's when I walked out of the Emmy's" I say and my dad clears his throat and I stand up.

"What's going on in here?" He asks.

"Well I was coming in here to refill my glass" I say.

"20 minutes ago" he says.

"And Spencer came in and we started talking and I gave him a book and then I went to cheers his glass and I broke both of ours and had to clean it up and then savannah came in and told us where the spare glasses were and then we refilled our glasses" I say and Spencer stands up.

"Leave them alone" Savannah says coming in to check dinner and I laugh at my dads face and Spencer's phone goes and he looks at it and he sighs.

"I have to go" he says and my dad nods.

"I'll walk you out" I say.

"You don't have to" he says.

"I know but I want to" I say.

"Be careful and I'll see you Sunday" my dad says hugging Spencer who hugs him back and then he hugs savannah as I walk into the living room.

"There you are Yn" Penelope says and I smile.

"I'll be right back to talk, I'm going to walk Spencer out" I say and she nods and Spencer comes to say bye to everyone and I walk him out.

"It was nice getting to meet you, you are way cooler than what I've heard" I say laughing and he laughs and it dies down and it gets awkward.

"Okay I'm just going to come out and say it because I've learned my whole life to just be bold but I like you, like really like you and the time I've talked to you has been the most fun I've had in like the past year and I know it might be weird because our age gap and the fact that I'm Derek's daughter and you're probably taken because only an idiot would ever turn you down and now I'm regretting even saying anything about liking you but it's true and I'm sorry if things are weird between us now but I thought we were having a moment in the kitchen earlier but I'm an idiot and I don't actually know if it was what I-" he cuts my endless rambling off with a kiss and I kiss him back before he pulls away.

"I'm sorry I don't know why I did that" he says.

"It's okay, I don't mind" I say smiling at him.

"I wouldn't normally do that but there's just something about you" he says and I push his hair out of his face, my smile growing bigger and I clear my throat.

"I should head back inside before they get suspicious but call me when you finish the book" I say and he squeezes my hand and I smile at him running back inside and when I get into the house I watch him pull off and I shut the door.