#he said DOH-UH

[unfortunate17]

my god she hates me

One thing about me is I will ALWAYS simp for Zayn Malik. Noel is getting the brunt of my reactions to him on Call Her Daddy 🫣 prayers & thoughts to her

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Mdni

Thinking about being Kafka's needy, horny little wife.

He surprises you when he comes home for lunch one day. You don't have anything prepared for him A) because he didn't tell you and though you could sling some food together for him really quick, B), because you're too busy in your bedroom running a very precise vibrator over your clit.

You're too busy thinking about how yummy he looked this morning. Too busy listening to your most recent favorite song to hear him unlock and come in the front door.

Your eyes are closed, and your legs are wide open, back flat against the bed. Small, breathy and whiny moans escape your lonely lips. God what you wouldn't give to have Kafka stuff you full of his cock right now.

He said your name, but it was drowned out by the music being up so loud. And rather than continuing to holler for you, he just headed down the hallway to the bedroom.

What he saw when he looked around the doorframe was truly a thing of beauty: Your swollen cunt was pulsing again and again as you pulled away just in time to deny yourself another orgasm.

But you didn't know he was there. You didn't hear anything but the melodic serenade of the song you'd put on repeat.

Once you were sure you could keep going, you lifted your head to see where the vibrator landed on the bed. Instead of seeing that, you caught an eye full of Kafka just standing there. Smirking at you.

"So's this what you do all day when I'm keeping the country safe?" He laughed and ducked down when you threw your toy at him. "Hey! Hey ... I come in peace. I can't say the same thing for you, though. Goodness, kitten. You miss me that much, mm?" He said, his voice dropped to a low tone that would've been almost scary if it wasn't so sexy.

He sauntered over to you in his officer's uniform, undoing his pants when he reached the bed.

You hopped right up and got on your knees on the floor, pushing him back onto the bed, pulling his pants down around his ankles, essentially trapping him there.

Of course, he could've gotten away if he wanted to. But he's never said no to your mouth being wrapped snugly around his dick.

You went right to work, bobbing your head up and down the full length of his cock, moaning against him every time you felt the tip hit the back of your throat.

"Fuh- oh - oh my god, kitten. What the hell's gotten into you to- fuck! Today?"

You looked up at him as your hand stroked what wasn't between your lips, coming off of him with a pop, you said, "I juh- fuck," you wiped the wet mess off of your chin with the back of your hand and continued, "I just want you, Kaf, so fucking bad today, want you so bad."

You turned your attention back to sucking him off, fully enjoying the reactions you were getting from him.

His abs and thighs began to tense up, his cock throbbing against your hot tongue. "Hmm ... kit- kitten, gonna - oh fuck, gonna cum f'ya keep that up ... hoh my god, baby ... please ... please please please doh-hon't stop. Don't ever stop."

So, you didn't. You sped up your movements, pulling him right over the edge. "Cuh-cuh-fuckin' cumming! Oh shit, shit shit shit! Hoh god ... b-babe! Fuck!" It was an explosion in your mouth that you wholly consumed.

"C'mere, you." He pulled you up onto his lap and cupped his hands under your ass, squeezing you impossibly close. "I needa eat lunch before I head back. You wanna help me with that? Maybe gimme somethin' tuh eat, mm?"

You smiled against his kiss and got up off of his lap.

"Aht! Where you think y'goin', uh?" He said as he stood and scooped you up into his arms.

"G'na fix you some lunch ... right?"

"Mm-mm. Tag baby cakes. You're it. Now, get back t'how I found ya and get ready. 'M fuckin' starvin' t'day."

Fuck, you love this man.

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[hold-him-down]

Belleview Chapter Two (Part B): Felix

Notes: mostly low-level med whump

Belleview: Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (Part A)

TW: Institutionalized slavery, Med Whump, Med Exam, References to Noncon, Noncon touch, Dubcon Medical Care, References to Human Experimentation

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They expected him to die soon. Lincoln knows this, without prejudice, as well as he knows anything else about this place. Even if the handler had not introduced Felix with the caveat that they had recently ceased all medical intervention, Lincoln could put the pieces together by looking for twenty seconds at the handlers’ notes from the last few days.

According to the available records, during Felix’s first several months at Belleview, he went no longer than three days between ‘projects,' often with multiple projects stacked on top of each other. Lincoln has not yet researched every experimental tool or drug or procedure that Felix was a part of, partly because some of them were classified and the DOH had yet to access the details, and partly because, in the cases where Lincoln was able to identify the critical components of the trials, his stomach had bottomed out early and he had wound up six hours deep in case files trying to sort out exactly how this had happened.

After Felix's first nine months, they had slowed down with him. There was a three week break wherein Felix was not assigned to any long-term trial before he was pulled again, for what would have been the final time. It was a medical test for a hallucinogenic training drug that lasted nearly two months before abruptly terminating two weeks prior, when, to Lincoln’s best guess, the site had received guidance to stop any majorly illegal activities.

Felix appeared to have been neglected since then. According to the handlers’ notes, he had accessed only two meals a day, a few glasses of water, and, if someone took pity on him, was afforded some assistance in showering and using the toilet. If he didn’t, or couldn’t, eat what was given to him, he would go without eating. “That was part of the gag,” the handler said. “We couldn’t… well, we couldn't actively aid in their... uh, it was technically not allowed. But there came a time when we were asked to let them ride out the end. If they didn't eat, they didn't eat.”

There will come a time, Lincoln thinks now, that Felix will be asked to testify to what happened at this site. There will come a time where some semblance of justice will be served, at least to those who partook in the darkest corners of the system. He will see to it that Felix is afforded that chance.

He takes a breath and enters the small cell, which will need to be repurposed into a bedroom over the next day or so. Felix lays on the floor on his side, curled up as tightly as his frail body will allow. He doesn’t open his eyes at their approach.

“We call him Felix because he’s always smiling,” the handler said. He doesn’t smile now. Even in sleep, he looks scared. He’s covered in bruises, with dried blood smeared across his legs and torso. Lincoln had not caught that earlier, but it couldn’t be new. He’s pale. He swallows, and his body tenses for a moment before he settles back into sleep.

“He’s not actually happy, though,” the handler continued. “He flirts with everyone he sees, just trying to find someone to take him home, we think. He’ll do anything you ask him to, as long as he can understand it. The last couple weeks he’s been up and down, though.”

He’s shaking, and it’s not the light tremble of a scared boy who’s seen too much, but a deep, uncontrollable movement that possibly points to deeper issues.

Lincoln thinks through the side effects of the drug trials. The head of that project, Dr. Michael Gletzer, Ph.D, was a leading researcher in the country, highly sought after by pharmaceutical companies and the former Dean of Medicine at the University of Florida. He is available to speak at length regarding his research. He is not currently under arrest, and, to Lincoln’s understanding, has been cooperative with questioning. He will have to speak to the doctor, and he dreads it.

Lincoln watches Felix sleep for a moment, and the reality of what these men have gone through crashes over him. It’s a crushing weight, and he lets himself feel it for only a moment before he shuts it down and takes a breath, then makes a cautious approach.

“Grab him a blanket?” Lincoln asks quietly. From behind him, Philip moves to the cabinet and begins rummaging through its drawers. Lincoln kneels down next to Felix, his hand hovering over his body. He hesitates to make contact.

“Felix,” Lincoln says. He’s gentle when he finally allows his fingers to graze Felix’s shoulder. Felix’s eyes flutter open, although they are slow to seek out Lincoln. His features are uniformly lined with exhaustion, and Lincoln, for a moment, regrets waking him.  “Hi,” Lincoln whispers.

Felix blinks slowly and tries to sit, but even in that movement, it is clear that his body is failing. He struggles to get his hands under himself, and when offered support, he accepts it without any clear indication that he is aware he’s been touched at all. Still, he looks down at himself and takes an almost unnoticeable inventory of his condition. Philip approaches and drapes a blanket over his lap, and Felix offers a tiny smile in return.

“My name is Lincoln Prescott,” Lincoln says. “Do you remember me? From earlier?”

Felix watches his mouth, his expression tight.

“It’s okay if you don’t,” Lincoln continues. “I’m a doctor, I’ve been assigned to Belleview by the Department of Health.” There is little evidence that Felix hears him at all, but he continues the well-rehearsed speech. “As of 9:00 this morning, the contracted worker system is no longer active in the United States,” he continues.

“I don’t think he’s following,” Philip says from next to him. Lincoln nods.

He’s right, of course. “We are working on finding all of the residents of Belleview stable homes to stay in while the infrastructure is built for you to live independently,” he says anyway. “In the meantime, we’re going to stay here as a group and get you all some help, alright?”

Felix nods. 

“Can you tell me your name?”

There is no response, although Felix’s eyes search Lincoln’s, studying him intently.

Lincoln asks Felix how he feels, if he’s hungry, when he ate, how old he is. Felix doesn’t respond. The question hovers just out of reach, whether Felix can and doesn’t speak, or whether he cannot at all. According to the handler, he hasn’t spoken since returning from the most recent drug trial. Prior to that, though, there were no notable concerns with his speech, hearing, or comprehension. Best case scenario, it’s a trauma response and can be worked through down the line. Worst case is that there is irreversible damage to either his brain (most likely), or individual elements of communication (highly unlikely). Both are worth exploring.

Layered upon this, there are the issues of his physical responses. He startles easily but does not pull away. He blinks slowly. His hands are slow to find the blanket and hold onto it. His eyes are red, his skin has a kind of translucent hue. He expected Felix to require more substantial diagnostic testing than they’re able to offer, and it is clear to him that a trip to the hospital for scans is unavoidable.

As Philip sets up the admission forms on the tablet, Lincoln pulls a pair of blue latex gloves on. Felix almost instantly responds, which is ultimately a good sign, as hard as it is to address in the moment. The tremors that run through his body have taken a sort of panicked edge.

“It’s alright,” Lincoln says. “I’m just gonna look at you, okay? We’re here to help.”

Felix is cooperative as Lincoln takes one of his hands. He squeezes it once then turns it over, examining the bruising and scarring from months of drug use. He runs his thumb across one of the most prominent, likely the site of a long-term IV port.

“Let’s get this off you,” Lincoln says. He is cautious as he presses his fingers under the front of the collar, his touch light as he seeks the release mechanism. When he finds it, and the collar clicks free and falls into his hands, he is both relieved that it was simple enough, and horrified by what he sees. Dark bruises form where the clip sat, with deeper gashes toward the back of his neck where the plasticky-metal dug in during, what had to be, violent altercations. Lincoln runs his fingers along the lines there, but Felix does not react.

He takes his vitals, he does as thorough an exam as he can. There’s a very tender spot on the side of his head, and with the other potential signs of concussion, it shouldn’t be ruled out. Felix is especially jumpy when Lincoln runs his hand down his spine and over his ribs. Some are broken. Felix holds his left arm more gingerly, so Lincoln is careful as he looks checks it. Still, as Lincoln turns it over, Felix cries out, his whole body tense for only a second before he forcibly relaxes. 

“I’m sorry,” Lincoln whispers. Somewhere along the line, tears have formed in Felix’s eyes, and they now threaten to spill. Lincoln isn’t sure exactly how much willpower it takes him to keep them in, only that he does. As soon as his arm is released, Felix cradles it to his chest. 

“Can I look at your back?” Lincoln asks, gentle but assertive in repositioning him.

He’s extremely underweight, with too many vertebrae and too much rib instantly visible. A thick scar runs across one side of his abdomen and circles around his side. There are other scars, less visible ones that almost would be missed by the naked eye, but they’re there. 

Felix doesn’t make a sound when Lincoln examines lower. He watches the wall with a sort of sad detachment as Lincoln runs his fingers gingerly over some swelling in his lower back, then guides him onto his side.

“Almost done,” Lincoln says. “Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?” 

There is no answer, which Lincoln does not mistake for permission, but accepts at face value. He monitors Felix’s breathing, the cadence of the tremors that roll through him, his posture. Philip kneels in front of him, holding his hand and watching his face for signs of extreme duress. It’s the best they can do.

Here, the damage is obvious. Lincoln notes both bruising and tearing, with a slew of fluids, presumably belonging to both Felix and the handlers, dried onto his skin. Lincoln’s stomach turns over as he cleans him up, muttering whatever words of encouragement he can come up with.

The further into this they go, the more Lincoln questions the plan. The likelihood that even in a full service hospital, he would be equipped to manage this, is slim. He pulls off the gloves and helps Felix to sit, then drapes the blanket around his shoulders. 

“You okay?” Lincoln asks. Felix looks very, very far from okay, but the worst is over.

Felix brings his hand up to rest on Lincoln’s arm and squeezes it. It isn’t exactly confirmation of understanding, nor is it a show of okayness. Lincoln would be doing him a disservice by writing the action off as either. But it’s something close to it, he thinks. Lincoln smiles and covers his hand with his own and squeezes it again.

“We’ll get you better, okay?” he says. “Philip’s going to help you get cleaned up, get some food and water in you, set you up with an IV and some medicine to make you feel better.” There’s no recognition in his eyes, but Lincoln continues. “While you get showered, we’ll get you a bed and a TV, or some books, or anything you need.”

Extricating himself from Felix’s grip is a little harder than it was getting into it, but once he’s free, he stands, and Felix’s eyes track his movements. 

“N… n…” Felix reaches after him as he steps toward the door, and Lincoln pauses, turning. There is true panic, for the first time, in his expression. He wants to show you he can still be of use, the handler said. He wants you to pull him.

“Felix,” Lincoln whispers. “I’ll be back for you, alright? I promise you, I will come back." He takes a step toward the door, and the tears that threatened to spill earlier come back in full force. “I need to go check on your friend,” Lincoln says, although there is almost no chance at this point that Felix understands. He kneels down and tries to smile, but he thinks it probably doesn't land. “Philip will stay with you and get you cleaned up.”

He mutters instructions to Philip, and seconds later, he is in the hallway, his forehead pressed into the wall while he takes that whole interaction and locks it into a very, very tight box in the back of his mind. 

He is in good hands. He will be okay. He is not alone, and he is not going to be left to die, and Lincoln will spend the next four weeks making sure that he knows it.

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[dean-walker]

Dean looked down at his shoulder and nodded a little when she asked her question, "How'd I know that was what you were going to ask" he said, just stalling a little as he tried to decide what he was going to say. Maybe it was the copious amount of alcohol in his system, or maybe it was how softly she spoke to him that made him feel like he couldn't lie to her about it. "It was uh-.." he paused for a moment or two, sighing and looking off to the side for a second before turning again to look at her. "Car accident" he said simply, before deciding that some more detail would be needed for her to not dig too much into the topic. "I was young, I was stupid, it was my own fault. But it's fine- I mean my shoulder is fine. Nerve endings are fried so if you touch the scar I don't even feel it so that's kind of cool. And I think it makes me look badass" he said with a small smile, brushing it off like it wasn't that big of a deal to him. He laughed at her reaction to the dice, "A buddy of mine got them for me as a gag gift for my birthday last year, I don't actually use them. I assure you I don't need dice to tell me how to touch a woman, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of that on my own" he commented, but she would know that already. He shook his head before taking the banana from her, "Who am I to question a genius? I bet you are always right, you and your buddy Play-Doh or whatever his name was" he said, but he was of course referring to Plato, the philosopher that Sarah had quoted to him on a separate occasion, and not the children's molding toy. He took a sip from the water before peeling the banana and taking a bite from it, shaking his head because he still thought this banana hangover curse was ridiculous.

Sarah was silent momentarily, trying to think of the best way to phrase her question. She wanted to say it in a way in which she got an answer from him, but also in a way that wouldn't offend him or send him spiralling back to the place he was in only minutes ago. "Where did you get this?" she asked finally, gesturing to his scar without actually touching it. Her eyes flickered from the injury to his eyes, hoping that he could trust her. Sure, they had known each other for only a matter of weeks, but she felt like they understood each other. She wanted him to be able to confide in her whatever was troubling him. As he explained the sex dice, her eyebrows furrowed, trying to work out the logistics of the game. "That sounds...grotesque. Surely that can end in horrible ways. I don't think I'd ever talk to you again if we rolled something awful," she laughed. Of course he owned something like that. She was just thankful they didn't make an appearance when they slept together. She rolled her eyes as he doubted her, thrusting the banana at him again. "Do you really want this to become a science lesson or do you just want to trust me? I'm always right. It's exhausting, really."

[mgg-81]

Ride or Die [D.KS]

(CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL OWNER OF THIS PHOTO)

A/N’s NOTE: Another zero proofread Kyungsoo fanfic. And I really am so sorry 'cause it's shorter than the first one. Just really had to get this out of my system and this was so rushed. And uh...yeah, really had the title after Jongin's own song. This is dedicated to my friend @exocium. Lovelots! <3

Genre: Action with a sprinkle of angst--?, A-list Celebrity!Kyungsoo AU, StreetRacer!Reader

Ratings and Warnings: A sprinkle of PG 'cause there's implied violence and please, drive safely.

Characters: Doh Kyungsoo X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 571

Date of Publication: 24-03-2022

“Look out!”

Kyungsoo had barely time to process everything as he felt his wrist instantly tugged by someone. Unfortunately, he had to be dragged along with the one who grabbed him. The hollow voices that ran from their backs were slowly creeping up to them through the dying city lights and darkened passageways that only those who knew the heart of the city and its secrets were familiar with. He was at loss for words; split thoughts were flying over his mind as he was whisked away.

He hadn’t meant to be swerving himself into the pits of the city. His head was only caring about how to get away from the paparazzi that instantaneously led him here. He only wanted to visit his old parents, yet the ravishing flashes of cameras interrupted his peaceful walk, which ultimately led him to where he was. His heart raced, almost feeling like it was beginning to get out of his throat while surrounded by men who looked like they could just take away Kyungsoo easily by his breath but then were snatched like a lightning bolt that hit the earth.

As his body was doing the actions taken for the situation at hand, his mind was slowly adapting to the sudden changes in his environment. From the blinding neon beams to the person who somewhat ‘saved’ him, he now ended up sitting in the shotgun seat of his rescuer’s car.

“W-who? What?” Kyungsoo barely managed to form a proper sentence as the car violently made a turn, slamming himself against the windshield.

“Sorry,” his rescuer placed him back properly against the seat. “You alright?”

“Alright?!” Kyungsoo glared at his rescuer, whom he found to be a woman. Her eyes were pretty much occupied on the road, the speed of the car almost like that of a bullet train in Kyungsoo’s mind. “How can I be alright? You just plucked me out of nowhere!”

“That ain’t just nowhere, Mr. Doh Kyungsoo,” she butted in.

“How do you even know me?” Kyungsoo continued to glare daggers at her to which she seems unfazed.

She scoffed, followed by a chuckle. “Probably the whole of South Korea knows you by name, Kyungsoo-ssi. You’re literally everywhere.”

She rotated violently the steering wheel, almost sending him to slam against her.

“Sorry again,” she said, although the tone in her voice seemed she wasn’t at all.

“Where the hell are you taking me?!” Kyungsoo bawled as his grip against the compartment tightened.

“Not to be rude but I’ve eavesdropped on you,” she had her hand on the gear shift and moved it smoothly like a pro. “I’m just near the area where those fuckers are.”

“I…I just had to visit my parents,” he explained. “Without anyone following me.”

She clicked her tongue. “Newsflash pretty boy, but you came to the wrong side of the fence.”

Kyungsoo looked at her in disbelief as she erupted in laughter. While part of him was grateful she had somewhat saved him, the other part was wondering how probably crazy she was. The environment outside was nothing but lines in Kyungsoo’s vision.

“But don’t worry,” she smirked as she stepped on the pedal, making the car go against the speed limit set by authorizes, and then it dawned on him.

Street racing.

“I’ll get that pretty face of yours back to your mommy and daddy.”

Kyungsoo had no choice as he braced for his life.

[tfwriting]

Kiss The Cook :: Bumblebee x Femme! Reader Rating: E Summary: The Reader and Bumblebee are alone in the base, they want some energon but there is none, so the reader gets an idea which leads them to eating in more ways than one~ Words: 566

:There is nothing here!: Bumblebee said upset.

“What about those do-nuts Miko and Raf were talking about?” You asked, Bumblebee vented.

:There’s nothing here either. I… We should’ve gone scavenging with the others…: Bumblebee murmurs, you had a glint in your (o/c) optics.

“Well, I got some food for us to eat~” You said, Bumblebee shot his head up.

:Where?: He asked.

“Well it's not really food, but. It will have to do.” You said. Bumblebee vents sighing.

:What do you mean by that? If it isn’t food then what is it?: Bumblebee asked.

“Well, I can give you a special kind of food just for you~” You said, Bumblebee blushes before shaking his helm.

:wait wait wait! Optimus and the autobots could be back any moment now!: Bumblebee said.

“Cmon they left just a second ago, we have time.” You said.

:What if-” Bumblebee starts.

“Shh… cmon now, the more you talk, the less time we have.” You said. You grabbed Bee’s Servos and led him to the couch in the living room. “Just follow me, hehehe!” You said.

You arrived at the couch and you laid on the couch as your clothes disappeared.

:Are you sure that they won’t notice?: Bumblebee asked.

“Positive, are you still hungry? We’ll be done in a nano-killik. Trust me.” You said as you spread open your legs and your valve was opened. Bumblebee blushes.

“You keep talking about those doh-nut things but I’m sure that this will taste sweeter~” You said. You opened your wet mesh with your two digits.

“Well, what are you waiting for? You don’t want your snack to get cold.” You stated. Bumblebee hesitantly walks up to you and licks the metal folds before you moan loudly. You grabbed Bee’s helm, he made whirring noises, you felt your frame heat up, before you continued to moan and shiver with pleasure.

“Ah~ Bee, mmmhm. You sure were hungry huh?” You asked bucking your hips.

“Come here I wanna kiss you.” You state making out with Bee, the both of you kissed. Bee then started to place a digit in your valve.

:You know…: Bee starts.

“Mmmn your finger is…!” You gasped out.

:Optimus told me not to play with my food, but…: Bee started.

“No, it's a bit unfair.” You breathed out.

:uh?: Bee was wondering why you stopped.

“Take off your interface port. Remove your digits, and use your spike, I want you to feel good too.” You said.

:Okay let's do it together.: Bee said. He took off his interface port and thrusted inside you, you moaned edging off the bed, the both of you moaned loudly, the sofa squeaks and the both of you let out a moan. This went on for a while until Bee climaxed. You were a mess of moaning and breathing, before Bee kissed you.

“Time to kiss the cook aha.” You said.

:Your such a dork.: Bee replied as the both of you fell asleep.

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Gouenji's Abs

Hi guys so i was bored from learning for french so i decided to do that i said i would do in the last fanfic.Again a Inazuma eleven one but now these are the lee's and ler's

lee!Gouenji;ler!Endou

This fanfic its directly chronological with the last one.In this one Endou finds out that Gouenji is somewhat ticklish and has a brilliant idea

It's a normal day at the Raimon School,at the moment it's break time and in this break time Gouenji is preparing for a test with one of his colleagues

-So this is right yeah? Colleague

-Pretty much. Gouenji

*bell rings*

-Oh guess we should get back to class.C'mon Shuuya!Say's the colleague before poking Gouenji as a joke

-Hehey dohon't doh that!

-Oh yeah forgot you're ticklish my bad.

-Don't ever say that to anyone or you're dead meat.

-JEEZ ok i promise.

-Ok now lets get back to class.Say'd Gouenji before looking to his right for no reason,and there he see's Endou he has been watching and listening carefully at there conversation.Gouenji suspected that Endou heard everything but after seeing Endou casual body language he thought that Endou being bad at listening as he always is didn't heard his conversation.But that wasn't the case Endou heard everything and already had a plan

*After school*

Endou saw Gouenji almost leaving the school so he sprinted to catch up to him

-Hey Gouenji meet me up at the my secret training place in 20 minutes

-Uh,hi Endou...uh sure ill be there

-Ok gotta hurry see you there bye!!

-Oh uh bye?Iguess.

Endou sprinted to a shop where he bought a tub of increbily strong glue and some ropes apparently,then he sprinted to the secret training place where he prepared everything and waited anxiously for Gouenji

After about 5 minutes Gouenji came.

-Hi Endou!

-Hi,Gouenji!

-Ok so uh why did you asked me to come here.

-Ok so you are an incredible striker but instead of Tachimukai we didn't encounter in our journey's any goalkeppers so i asked Kidou to help me with a list on which should be my replacement if i have an injury and you were the clear winner.

-So you got me here to make a better goalkepper

-Somehow,i know we should not prepare to much but i know something that can give you the instincs of a goalkeeper

-Ok,if you think this'l help the team i'll do it,just tell me what to do.

-Ok so you need to hang from this bar as much as possible

-That's it?

-Yeah i'll also tie you're feet to a box and move you're legs around to give you bettter muscular stability.Oh also take of you're shirt it will make you concentrate better.

-Uh ok sure.Gouenji does just as told and take's of his shirt revealing his kinda visible 6 pack abs and stand' on the box.He then put's his hand's on the bar while Endou was tieing his feet to the box.The only thing was that Gouenji fell right in Endou's hands.Before Gouenji apeared Endou put that glue on the bar which made Gouenji's hands stuck to the bar.Before Goeunji realised Endou already tied his feet to the box and the box to the ground making it impossible for Gouenji to lift it up.

-Wait why did you tie the box to the ground,and why I can't lift my hands from this bar.

-Well the bar had glue on it,and for the box you'll se in just a moment

-Glue?Why would you put gl....Oh no.

-OH YEAH it's REVENGE TIME.Said Endou while starting to tickle Gouenji's higher ribs

-Hohoho ohohokehehehy thahahahat tihihhickheehehls. Gouenji was quite of a tickle monster but when it came down to him getting tickled few people knew it and tried it

-WHAT how are you not fricking out OH MAN i thought that would tickle more

-Weheehl ihihit dohoohosehent reaahahly.

-Well don't think im done i still have other spots to check.Hmmmm how about you're armpits.Said Endou while moving to his armpits and tickling him a bit more harder

-WHOahaHAhaha ChihihHiIHIiHIL THahHAHhaHHaat IHIhiihsPrehehehtyBAhaahhaAd.

-UHHHH STILL NOT WHAT IM LOOKING FOR.Uh i guess i only have a single spot left..you're abs

Gouenji was caught of guard,he expected for him to go for his neck not his abs.Even though he has such incredible abs for his age they are his most ticklish part

-HMMMMM HMHMHMM HMHMHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA OOHOHHOHK YOUHUHUHHU GOHOHOHHOOHOHOHOT MEHEHEHEHEHE NOHHOHOHOW STOHOHOHOHOP IHIHIHITS ENOUHOHOUGH

-THERE IT IS so this is you're weak spot.Hmmmm interesting.

-OOHOHHOHOHOM MY GOHOHOHOHOD THAHAHAHAHHAHAHT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHS SOHOHOHO BAHAHAD

-Yeah well do you want me to stop Gouenji?

-YEHEHEHEHEHEHES PLEAAHHAHAHAHSEHEHE IHIHIHIHL DOHOHOHO ANYTHIHIHING

-OK so here's whats gonna happen,i also wanna take revenge on Kidou and Someoka and you have to help me.

-OHOHHOHOOK IHIHIHIL DOHOHOHO IHIHIT

-Ok now you need tell me who came up with the idea?Asked Endou while still tickling Gouenji but more slowly letting him talk better

-SOhohhomeoka hehehee cahaahme uhuhup with this.He then told Kidou and he imediatly agreed.

-But why did you agree?

-I just thought it will be funny to tickle you for a bit i didn't know the toothbrush stuff was gonna happen

-Ok i believe you.

-Thank you Endou.

Endou released Gouenji and while walking home they discussed the plan for the next victim,which is gonna be Kidou.

THE END

That's it i hope you like it and i hope you will like the next one even more.I like doing this Inazuma Eleven ticklefics but ill probably do it with other series or animes or shows or real people.I also want to do some tickle fights or tickle fight championships with imaginary people or celebrities.Hope you like all this stuff

[jerseygirllll]

bittersweet cherries I e.m  CHAPTER 2

previous chapter

couple: eddie munson x aurora henderson (oc)

word count: 830

summary: eddies pov*, hellfire meeting, driving the boys and erica home, reminiscing about aurora, asking about her, small convo with dustin

a/n: surprisingly got another chapter out today, little short, but that's okay. the weekend is close so I should be able to write a few more then. i hope yall enjoy it! :)

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The doors busted wide open, revealing Eddie with both hands on the doors. His hair was in its usual disheveled state, but his typical leather jacket was replaced with his work coveralls. “Okay, dungeon children. We have one hour until I have to be back at the shop. Let’s do this.” He smirked as everyone in the room cheered. 

He walked over to the dungeon master throne he crafted years ago when Hellfire started. “Lady Applejack, your late arrival is going to cost you.” Eddie teased in a sing-song voice. 

“We’ll see about that,” Erica responded curtly. 

The whole group began playing and continued until the hour was up. They left everything in the same place since they were coming back the next morning to complete the last leg of Eddie’s campaign. 

Erica led the group down the high school hallway with her brother, Dustin, Mike, and Eddie, following shortly behind. Arms slung across each other as they recap the events of the meeting, still arguing over one of Mike's crit hits. 

“Kiddos, come on. Pack it into the van. I’m taking all of you home or to Mikes?” Eddie would admit that he loves the boys and cares for them deeply. But never publicly announce it. 

“All to our houses,” Lucas answered, sending him a thumbs up as he was the last to pile into the back of Eddies van. Both doors shut with bits of rust coming off the old handles. 

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“See you guys tomorrow!” Mike, Lucas, and Erica all jumped out of the back of the van and waved Eddie and Dustin off. Dustin also climbed up front to sit next to Eddie, taking a bag of trail mix from his backpack to snack on.

It was just becoming dark, so the sky still had bits of orange and pink mixed together. Street lamps turned on as they continued to drive down the road to Dustin’s house. The radio in the car played a crackly version of a random cassette tape Eddie popped in. 

Over the past year, Eddie and Dustin had grown closer than anyone could imagine. After knowing each other for years, it seemed they were already as close as you could get. Since after you left, it made them grow closer because they both loved and missed you terribly. Eddie had become sort of a brother for Dustin. 

“Hey, uh,” Dustin turned his head to face Eddie, “Kid, you look like a squirrel.” 

“Shoure doh!” His response was barely audible. 

“Anyways, I was gonna ask you… Have y-you heard anything?” Eddies voice had gone quiet and soft. 

Dustin knew you had come home, but after your conversation earlier, he didn’t feel it was his place to tell Eddie you were back. “No. My mom called our aunt the other day but said she was out.”

Dustin felt like shit lying to Eddie. He wanted to make Eddie happy and tell him your back. He could go to your room and see you in person. He could hug you or kiss you. Just seeing you in front of him would make him so happy. 

“Oh, okay.” Eddie sighed and brought his hand up to his mouth, chewing on the nail bed of his thumb. A habit he broke off years ago once Corroed Coffin started getting regular spots at the Hideout. It hurt more when he played, and you helped him break the bad habit. Nevertheless, bad habits creep up fast once there’s an opening. 

“Here, ya go, kid. See ya tomorrow.” Dustin thanked him, grabbed his backpack, and left the van. 

Eddie waited until he got into the house safely, but his hand stopped on the gear shift. He looked through the car's shield to look at your window. The house's siding still has scrapes underneath the window from when he snuck in. Every time he dropped Dustin off after Hellfire, school, or hanging out, he waited and looked at your window. 

Hoping.

Wanting. 

Praying.

That he would see your shadow through the shades dancing to whatever Pat Benatar or Madonna song you had playing on your record player. Or to see you sitting in your wicker chair reading some book he would never understand. 

Nothing was there. No movements, no sounds. You clearly weren’t back, and Eddie had to accept that. 

Eddie switched the gear and backed out of the driveway of your house. 

He was hopeful that you would return. Come back to Hawkins, work at Family Video again, get back together with him, and spend every day together. Just like you guys had planned to do after graduation. Create a life for the two of you like you promised each other. All Eddie could do was wait for you to come back. He was sure that you would; he never gave up on you. Others think he's reaching a bit for the stars, but you never know.

A cigarette soon met his lips as a tear fell from his cheek. 

“S-shit.” 

[tinytinybumblebee]

baby viago understands he is a vampire but he thinks he can eat anything that is red! red crayons, red play-doh, red pieces of lego... he needs to be watched while playing every single time! 🖍

Uh oh!!!! Poor lil guy has the spirit, just a lil confused! xD

"Red means I can eats!"

And his carer just sweeps the third red crayon out of Viago's mouth, trying to explain again that, no, that's not what that means- then distracts him with his sippy cup, something he CAN actually have! ;w;

Oh goodness and one time Stu or another wolf brought red kool-aid with them and THAT was a disaster. Because it's red and a liquid, exactly what his carers said he could have!! ;0;

[threecrowsinatrenchcoat]

For One More Hour or One More Day

Dukeceit Week Day 6: Horror/Comedy

Remus and Janus work in IT, and Remus never fails to make Janus' life a bit more exciting than it should be. Janus wouldn't have it any other way.

AO3 Link: [here]

Word Count: 1416

Warnings: swearing, typical Remus-levels of implied sexual content. 

@dukeceitweek <3

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[06032021 Network Node Down- 172.12.203.1 - Dee Why ]

Janus stared at the next ticket in his queue. He didn't even have to look at which tech wrote it. He just knew. He picked up his phone and dialed. 

“'Sup, DeeDee?" 

"Because they use ancient technology and refuse to upgrade, that's why." 

There was a beat of silence on the line. Janus didn't need to see him to know Remus was grinning like a maniac. 

“Oh, JD, I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about," Remus said finally. His voice was laced with barely-contained glee. 

“Uh-huh, sure," Janus replied dryly. He watched on his screen as an incoming call diverted from his in-use line. "Do you want to clarify for me, in excruciating detail, what, exactly, it is that broke this time? After all, if it's something I can fix from here, it would save the company an awful lot of money. And you know how I love saving this company money." 

“You don't feel like taking work calls either, huh?" 

“Ree, I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."

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[06142021 CRITICAL | Device failed Availability and Latency checks - Dispatch Requested]

Janus sat in his truck for a few minutes, cross-checking the address across his e-mail, Slack, and the ticket itself. And yeah, they all matched. This wasn’t a repeat of that time Remus had changed the address on the ticket from 96th St. to 69th St. as a joke. 

(Janus had almost gotten mugged. He was still a little salty about that one.)

But this time, all the addresses matched. The problem was, he was parked in front of a restaurant instead of the usual office building, and that just didn’t seem right. He opened up Slack on his phone. 

Janus D’lyre: Are you sure the address is right?

Remus Rey: Yeah, it’s right.

Janus D’lyre: It’s a restaurant. 

Remus Rey:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Janus D’lyre: Are you positive it’s right?

Remus Rey: I just write the tickets, Dee, I don’t do a background check. Just go in.

Janus sighed. He got out of his truck, hefted his tech bag over his shoulder, and went inside.

It was a nice restaurant. Very fancy, with a goddamn chandelier hanging over the front lobby. Field engineers weren’t required to dress in a suit and tie, but Janus did by habit- and he was glad he did, because he would feel like a horrible slob standing here in jeans and a polo.

“Can I help you?”

Janus looked over to the host, standing at the counter with a bright smile that only looked 52% faked.

“Yes,” Janus answered. “I’m here about the network issues?”

“Oh!” The host- his name tag read ‘Patton’- brightened up a bit. “Yeah! Remus is waiting for you, this way!”

“Remus is what?”

It was too late. Patton had already darted around the counter and off into the dining area. Janus sighed and, regretting every life choice leading up to this exact moment, followed.

Sure enough, Remus was waiting for him. Patton led him to a quieter area of the restaurant, where Remus was sitting at a table. Well, sitting was a generous way to phrase it, because in reality, he was tipped back on the rear two legs of the chair, combat boot-clad feet up on the table. He jumped up eagerly at the sight of Janus, and somehow managed not to fall backwards and crack his skull open. 

“Hey! You made it! Thanks, Pat!” 

“No problemo!” the host replied with a grin before heading back to the front counter. Janus briefly considered that he might be having a fever dream right now.

“Remus, what the fuck?” 

“Told you it was the right address!”

Janus glared. “That is not what I’m ‘what the fuck’-ing you about.”

“I mean, I’d prefer me fucking you-”

“Remus.”

“Well, you work so hard, DeeDee,” Remus said calmly, as if he wasn’t standing in the middle of the fanciest restaurant on this side of town, dressed in his usual tank-top and leather vest combo and probably mashing dirt into the plush red carpet, and definitely doing something that should get him fired. “I thought you could take a break, and we could have a nice dinner.”

No, he wasn’t doing something that should get him fired. He was doing something that should get them both fired. 

“You’re joking, right?”

“Kinda a lame joke.”

“Remus, you had me dispatched to a random address for a fake problem, to have dinner with you on company time?”

“‘Course not, who do you think I am?”

Janus did not dignify that with an answer. He turned to walk away.

“Jannie, wait!” Remus darted around the table to get in front of him. Janus stopped, and glared. “This is Roman’s restaurant! It’s not a random address, he’s an actual client.”

Janus’ glare lessened. Ok, sure, they did have some smaller commercial clients. And sure, Remus had mentioned his brother’s restaurant was using them as tech support now after a bad experience with a different company. But- “It’s still a fake problem, Remus.”

A shit-eating grin spread across Remus’ face. “Nah. I unplugged the router.”

Janus snorted in a totally dignified manner. “You didn’t.”

“I did.”

“...Well, I suppose… I’d better investigate the issue. Couldn’t be solved remotely, hardware problem and all.”

Remus held out a hand. Janus took it, and let Remus lead him back to the table.

“Great, cause I already ordered!”

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[06192021 Switch is problematic. Unable to get into the switch || Serial No. 111-0203-2018]

Janus very calmly cleared the ticket, set his work phone to away, pulled out his personal phone, and sent Remus a text. 

Jannie-D: I know you’re upset I didn’t let you fuck me last night. Get over it. 

Remster: i will not 

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Virgil Caligo: yo are u and remus like good?

Janus D’lyre: We had a small argument last night. Why?

Virgil Caligo: [image attached]

Janus sighed. Virgil had sent him a screenshot of a ticket update Remus had just posted.

[06292021 Ticket #00679 Update.] ‘The device is not only unresponsive to simple ping requests, but is being kind of a jerk about it. 100% package loss, a tragedy. Device was confirmed to be connected to a working power source, but they all say that, so who can really be sure. Dispatch requested, please confirm maintenance window. Actually showing up would be great, too.’

Janus hastily typed a message to Virgil. 

Janus D’lyre: Did you take that one?

Virgil Caligo: ya. logan didnt see dw

Janus D’lyre: Thanks. You can transfer it to me, I’ll take care of it. 

Janus leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples. What a comedy of errors this day had been. It was the last time he’d forget he and Remus had a date night planned, that’s for sure. 

- 

Remus sighed when a priority ticket popped up in his queue. He was having a grand time ignoring his other queues in favor of sculpting a rather elaborate dick out of the green Play-Doh he kept at his desk, but he really did not feel like getting bitched out by Logan for missing a priority ticket. Grumbling to himself, he stuffed the Play-Doh back into its tub and opened the ticket. 

[06292021 Ticket #00679 Update.] ‘Likely a hardware bug. Possible remote fix with reset and reconfigure. Device information missing from online records. Please check file and update record.’ 

Fuck. Remus hated pulling files. What a pain. He trudged his way upstairs to the records room, which was always dark and depressing because nobody ever went there because who the fuck used physical paper in 2021?

But when he unlocked the door and pushed it open, the light was on. And every surface was covered in flowers.

“What the fuck?” Remus asked the flowers. They didn’t answer. But, at the small desk near the door, there was a stack of green boxes from his favorite bakery- and on top of that, he saw an envelope with his name on it. Eagerly, Remus tore open the envelope. 

Inside, he found a single sheet of Janus’ fancy stationery paper, the kind with the little holographic snakes along the edge that he only ever used for special occasions. And on that paper, one single sentence, penned in Janus’ elegant, flourishy handwriting: Ok, you can fuck me tonight.

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[06292021 Ticket #00679 Update.] ‘I take it back, the device is no longer being a jerk, and I love the device very much.’ 

[p-redux]

From Anon...

Are you feeling okay, Anon? Maybe you should check you temperature. Literally EVERYTHING you're saying is WRONG. So, either you meant to send this to a different blog or you are reading and comprehension impaired, or life impaired, like the rest of Extreme Shippers and Assorted Haters.

1. I am by no means a Sam Only. I think Sam is great looking (although not my type physically. I prefer dark haired men), a talented actor, charitable, amazing to his fans. BUT he is human, therefore, not perfect, and he has his faults, like we all do. You weren't around when I first posted what one of my industry source said. She was friends with one of Cait's best friends (Cait's friend didn't know the info was being shared). I won't repeat that here, because I've already posted about it, and it was in 2014. But I did post it then, and it wasn't all positive about Sam. If I was a Sam Only, I wouldn't have posted that stuff. I share info, that's my main thing, good or bad. Again, I AM a Sam fan, but I have no blinders on about him.

2. I LOVE Cait. And I have NEVER said anything negative about her. I can assure you of that. Search my blog high and low, you won't find one negative thing I've said about her. Snark about Cait? Again, you must have me confused with a different blog. I think Cait is a Queen. Got it?

3. Over the top complimenting Sam? Do I think he's hot as fuck and I'd ride that lowlander until he couldn't see straight? Uh, YEP, helloooo, I'm not blind. But that doesn't mean I can't see his faults.

4. The one and only person I hold on a pedestal is my Lord and Master, the untouchable, on my knees until my dying day for the incomparable, Mr. Tobias Menzies. But I don't post about him often because that man is a stealthy genius and I hardly ever get any info on him. I post about Sam because the purpose of my blog is to post insider info for interested fans. I get more insider info about Sam and Cait, so that's why I post mostly about them.

5. Sorry you don't believe my DMs are full, but they are, and THAT is how I've gotten most of my insider info--by people coming to me with it. Whether it's in DMs, e-mails, or texts. I don't go looking for it, it's given to me. I'm simply the messenger. I posted about Tony, Abbie, and Mackenzie BEFORE anyone knew about them, and MANY other instances. The ONLY way that happened is because insider sources gave me the info. This is a PROVEN FACT.

6. As for me taking a break. Again, with the reading comprehension issues. I said I was bored and didn't feel like posting, but would come back if something juicy happened like CAIT HAVING HER BABY. Well, Cait had her baby, so I'm back. Doh.

7. If you're "new" to my blog, then how come you know I sometimes take a break and come back? Gotcha! Yes, "too bad" for YOU, my frothy pet. I'm here for the duration. Now shoo.

[hungwy]

Had a dream the Simpsons universe was trapped in a huge but also bigger-on-the-inside glass tank for reptiles and they were in the middle of a beer fest and were fighting over who gets all the beer (for some reason the two sides that formed were split by men and women) and they were making a huge amount of noise since it was a beer fest I got bored and flew around and discovered the giant glass container had a big rubber cap sealing it and so I lifted a little bit from the corner and I heard Homer Simpson say "Doh! Someone opened up the big rubber cap we used to seal the universe from danger!" And all the noise they were making escaped out and suddenly my dad appeared and he was a thousand times bigger than us (like if this was a normal person standing before a normal multi-gallon reptile tank) and he was like "ohoho a beer fest! I've been looking around for universes with one! And he waltzed over to the side of the universe with the beer tent and took out an arrow for a bow (which was like a toothpick to him but the size of a big spear for us) and he went up to this Simpson episode's throwaway guest character (designed to be some young attractive suave man who was beloved by all but Homer) and poked him, instantly killing him, and every character was like "NOOO!" but my dad laughed and was like uh oh I guess it's my turn! And he turned around and waited for this angry mob to start shooting their comparably needle-like arrows at him but we didn't so he said oh well and left our tiny universe saying we're just some dumb tank in a Pennsylvanian stamp enthusiast's house. Well the Simpsons universe was about to devolve into chaos until Mr. Burns said "Everyone! The Organizers are coming!" which I think means like political organizers, and so some armies were sent out to meet the workplace organizer army, which was a single falcon. And for some reason the armies sent were the Swedish, a bunch of cowardly crows, and the Danish, a bunch of aggressive pigeons (all drawn in Simpsons style by the way), and after some medieval name-calling between these two armies the Danish made a move against the organizers and sent one single pigeon soldier after the other to fight because obviously that's honorable. And the falcon would just tear the single pigeon to shreds each time. And the Swedish crows looked on and waited on a hill for their chance to strike, which would be never, because that was part of the joke I guess, and because I woke up.

[wise-the-will]

okay Hi here's my will and Holly headcannon's !!

first of all im so so happy i get to share this with someone because ive been sitting on these FOREVER.

1: Holly calls Will, willy. She has ever since he started coming over and continues to call him that even when she can say his actual name but likes it because their names rhyme.

2. When Holly was still fairly young so many she was around 7-ish Will and her had a conversation. about mike.

"do you love my brother?"

"yeah, yeah i do." Will said, hoping she would take it in a friendly manner.

"i know. you guys act like the ones on the shows my mommy watchs, but only some." She confesses.

Will doesn't know how to respond to that.

"I-i um, thats uh different." Will stammered out.

"yeah because your both boys, but that doesn't matter. your both still in love." She smiled as she put down her barbies.

Will was at a loss for words. literally. he didn't have any idea on what to say.

"yeah, i do love him, i think, but your brother doesn't feel the same way so it's okay. also don't tell him, this is in-between us, okay?" Will decided this might work.

"okay! i won't." Holly smiled as she continued playing her barbies.

3: When someone finally explained to her that will went missing she started SOBBING, having a full blown tantrum at the thought of not having Will around.

4: when she is older and will and mike are dating (i wish💔), holly is VERY overprotective over Will. she has threatened her brother about how she will kill him (and she said it VERY detailed.) if he hurts will.

5. When Will and El come to stay at the wheelers house is when El first meets holly. El tries to be nice and introduce herself to her but holly runs to will. Will feels bad about this and tries to get Holly to talk to El but holly won't leave his side.

6. after the byler fight in s3 Holly sees mike running around the house to get his raincoat so she asks whats wrong and he says will left and holly asks why and mike said we got into a fight, she got angry and yelled at him to fix it.

7. they have done eachothers hair. imagine baby holly putting butterfly clips in wills bowl cut💞💞🥺

8. mike has had sleepovers with will and sometimes he goes to the bathroom and then comes back to see no Will. He finds Will in hollys room playing dolls together.

9. Holly is pretty mean to her brother, calling him stupid, a butt face and an idiot. she even calls him that to his face. But will is always there to go and be nice to mike but sometimes he definitely plays along.

thats all i could think of :( but i hope you like these!

OMG IDK EVEN KNOW WHERE TK START 🥺

1)Holly calling Will Willy is so fucking ADORABLE??

2)But like she 100% a byler shipper, THE BIGGEST

3) no because I bet that both mike and holly were crying together and Nancy saw them and then started crying g with them and then Karen came tot he rescue and comforted them 😭😭

4) I find holly threatening mike so hilarious that’s so canon I love that

5) holly running to Will and clinging to him is adorable but like I bet he tries to pick her up and try to introduce them and FINALLY AFTER AGES she finally talks to el and she finds her so cool and el is just like I love this child she’s adorable and internally mike is crying because he’s so whipped for Will and OMG

6) I bet holly I threaten mike saying something along the lines of “you better go fix this or else your a dead man and this better not happen again” and he’s just like you got it but he’s also like uh oh we got another bossy bitch in here but he loves her bossiness but he’ll never tell anyone that

7) WILL WITH A BUTTERFLY PIN IS SO FUCKING CUTE AND I JUST KNOW THAG MIKE WOULD DIEEE and omg imagine Will braiding hollys hair 😭🥺

8) them playing with dolls or something like that is like 😌 but like imagine them playing with play doh or clay building something and holly keeps messing up and wills just like “hey it’s ok, we can just fix it” while smiling and when mike comes back he see them playing around and he’s WEAK

9) I love the idea of Will going along with holly and making fun of mike cause it’s like he likes making fun of his boyfriend with his boyfriends little sister but like instead of mike being mad he’s literally just full on MELTING because he loves them both so MUCH

Imagine either mike and Will sleeping and cuddling each other and holly gets in the middle of them and it’s CUTE and Karen or Joyce are both like taking pictures of this because they find it adorable

Or mike walking into his room to find his little sister and his boyfriend snuggling and he’s so SOFT

MORE WILL AND HOLLY PLS DUFFERS

But if you want to ramble more about byler in my inbox don’t be afraid to, I low key love replying to these

[heresathreebee]

That G-D Ring of Yours

High Fidelity’s Robyn Brooks X Female reader

Summary: You seek comfort from your neighbor Rob

Masterlist

There's probably gonna be a part 2

Word count: 2.5k words

Warning(s): +15 | implied cheating, internalized homophobia, heterosexism, author and Rob swearing, no hate to polyamorists but major hate to bad faith players, shameless self insert, no beta, barely edited, long as fuck I'm so sorry

Author's note: I'm having anxiety for no discernable reason and my brain has decided this is ideal fuel for a fic, so please enjoy. EDIT: ha ha yeah still anxious but we're doing stuff about it

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"-- And she just touched my hand by accident and I just felt this–  this spark between us…" 

It was so sweet how he was talking about it. Or at least it would be were this not your fiancé explaining how he had been seeing another person behind your back. Had you rushed into things with him? Gotten hitched after three months because of familial pressure to settle down and start your family? Quite possibly.

But it didn't make that stabbing in your gut hurt any less. 

You had been a little gung-ho from date number 1, but he had been right there with you the whole time. Date number 2 happened the following weekend and then you just kept seeing each other more and more until before you knew it you had been introduced to each other's extended families and announced your engagement on Valentine's Day. 

You started to suspect something was amiss on Sunday, when you were braiding your hair on the bed and he had gone to take a shower. He accidentally set his phone screen aside with a text chat still open. Thinking nothing of it (he had already told you he was talking to Mark about getting drinks tonight), you looked at the name and saw it belonged to a woman you had never heard of before. Your immediate reaction was 'she must be a new coworker or a cousin,' but then you glanced again and saw the text conversation mirrored the same kind of ‘sentiments’ he texts you. 

The dirt burned into your brain for eternity: 

You had looked away then. You were actually not going to say anything at all to him that night– had planned to bring it up after Tuesday dinner with your auntie's family, but something came up. It turns out that Jessabelle also frequented the same Starbucks as you (and she's your age, not a teen like you worried). You can't even find it in you to be mad at her since it seemed like she had no idea who you were when she showed you the picture of her date at a baseball game. You tried not to puke as you asked for her number and to send her that picture "for her contact profile." 

You hadn't heard a word your fiance had said since the beginning of the phone call and you cut him off with some excuse you barely remember. You tossed your phone carelessly onto the couch and laid back on the cushions in defeat. What now? 

You weren't really a drinker or a smoker, and you didn't exactly have friends who would be supportive right now. You could hear them now, your family too– asking you what you did wrong, telling you to just forgive him or how to get even, or simply saying 'well what do you expect? Boys will be boys.' 

Maybe… no, you definitely need to get this off your chest before you do something stupid like pretend to forget about it. You had a bad habit of that because you tend to fall fast and hard. Perhaps your neighbor could give you some advice. 

Thank the Lord for fire escapes. Rob lived on the floor beneath you, always playing something good from her huge collection of vinyl records. You've told her at least a hundred times before if she played nothing but Phil Collins for the rest of eternity, you could die happy. You crossed your fingers and hoped you weren't being weird or invading her privacy. 

Thankfully, she seemed to be expecting you. She even motioned that the latch was undone and waved you inside. Ok the second wine glass made your face grow hot. 

"I'm not interrupting am I?" 

Rob gave you a warm smile. "I could hear you pacing around your kitchen for about an hour. Was about to come and get you actually." 

She pressed the glass into your hand and you made an effort not to grimace. Rob liked her drinks cheap and strong and she never held back. You tried a sip just to be polite, and she snorted at the face you pulled. 

"That's right, you like that sweet stuff. What's it called again?" 

"Stella Rosa," you mumbled, grateful when she takes the glass back and hands you a water to replace it. 

"Favorite flavor," she asked looking at her phone. 

"Uh… the peach and the rosé. They're all pretty good, not gonna lie." 

"OK, take this, grab a blanket from the hall closet, and tell me what's going on." 

You curled up on Rob's couch and put your feet up. There were piles of records all over the place, empty beer cans and a pizza box or two on the coffee table. Your neighbor tapped away at her phone screen before silencing it and slipping it in her back pocket. She gave you a minute or two to speak up, sipping her drink like you two had all night. Which actually you did as you did not want to see your fiancé right now. 

You felt two fingers gently tap your forehead. "Come on, dreamer, tell me what's going on in that head of yours." 

You swallow the lump in your throat. "I feel a little over dramatic saying my life is about to fall apart." 

Rob raised her eyebrows at you. "Damn, OK." 

You rush to correct yourself– explain your weird sentiment in more detail but you end up just vomiting words until your voice is hoarse. 

"I mean– like– like it's not falling apart per say or whatever– I… the rest of my life is fine its just my relationship that's screwed. Which I guess I'm more worried about because it's gonna screw up all my other relationships for a while too– dang it, let me start over–" 

"Babe! Slow down. Breathe." Rob switched drinks with you and against your better judgement you took a sip. Oddly enough it did calm you down. "So… it's your fiancé, right? What did he do?" 

You stared at her trying to unscramble your thoughts. "He… I found out he was kind of... dating another person. After I found out, he tried to explain that he didn't think I would mind–" 

Rob barked, "let me guess: he didn't think you were exclusive? Pull the Main Chick, Side Chick schtick? Tried to claim 'polyamory' after he got caught?" 

Two and two clicked together at last. "Yeah… yeah, he did!," you scoffed, "and it's not like it didn't ever come up in conversation: we spent our third date talking out our, like, sexualities and fantasies and fetishes and shit. If he was polyamorous, wh- why wouldn't he have brought it up then?" 

"That is so fucked." 

You took a deeper draft of her wine, coughing before setting it aside. Up until now, you've been numb. Now there's this wave of anger boiling up to the surface and you hear yourself getting louder. Rob doesn't flinch but she does give you this look of empathy unlike anything you've seen before. 

"If he– if he would have just asked me, I would have told him it was fine. My family does shit like that all the time: nobody bats an eye! If he really thought I wouldn't mind, he wouldn't have been so freaking sneaky about it. He literally lied, Robyn!" 

You whipped around and for a brief moment you knew you looked crazy. "He said he was going out for drinks with his guy friend, but he was making plans to go to a baseball game with a girl I've never heard of! If he really thought I wouldn't mind, or if he 'thought I would understand,' then why would go out of his way to lie about who he was with?" 

Someone buzzed Rob's door and she left you on the couch momentarily, coming back quickly with two bottles of your favorite wine. "Damn girl, these are kinda bougie: Peach or Rosé?" 

"I--"you choked, "Robyn you didn't have to–" 

"Peach it is!" She unscrewed the caps and handed you the whole freaking bottle of white, downing the last of her merlot and getting a fresh glass for you. 

You felt a little guilty she had spent money on you. But then again it had been her choice. If she didn't want you there, Rob wouldn't have let you in in the first place. Maybe you were just a tinsy bit worried you shouldn't be here. 

You and Rob took a break from talking to put on music and get a little tipsy. It came much easier with the help of the Stella Rosa, though Rob initially complained it was 5.5%, she did get accustomed to the sweetness pretty fast, and after consuming half the bottle, realized it was a little easier to get carried away with a drink like this. She admitted it was her first time trying rosé and now she was hooked. Eventually you started talking again, just spilling your guts out with no filter anymore. 

"I really think I just hate myself," you said cuddling the cool glassware. "When I found out, I wasn't even thinking of it as a betrayal of my trust– it felt like I was trying to come to terms with it so I could continue with the relationship. Not because it would make me happy but because… I don't know… it's what everybody else wants me to do. They don't even know about it and I was fully prepared not to tell them even though they'd want me to marry him whether they knew or not." 

Rob barked a laugh of surprise. "Doh-K!" 

"What?" 

"Nothing, nothing…" she said, "keep going." 

You stared off into the middle distance and leaned into her side. She was a tiny bit warm despite her lithe figure. Made you want to throw your blanket over her shoulders and share your greater warmth. 

So you did (you're not great at acting out your desires but this is nice!)

"It's just easier," the words left your mouth unbidden, "I don't even know what that means, but it's true. I don't want to marry him anymore but I don't want to break it off. Not marrying Fiancé means disappointing my family. It means having to find an entire new man to marry sooner rather than later because I'm already 'behind' and lowering my already low expectations. 

"It's not gonna make me happy, but I just think it's easier to keep this wedding going because at least I won't have to find somebody new who might not be as good for me just because I didn't want him. Another man won't make me happy so there's no reason to drop him... except that I don't want him." 

Rob's brow furrowed. "Are you saying it's easier for you to please your family than it is to be happy?" 

"Yes? I– no, I– … I don't know," you sigh. "I guess you could say my priorities are a little… mismanaged." 

"Sure, you could say that." Rob wrapped her arms around your shoulders and you inhaled the scent of her soap and cigarettes. "What if you tried… like… not doing that anymore...? You just said you do whatever your family wants you to do. So, just like do what makes you happy for a change." 

It really does sound so simple the way she puts it, doesn't it? Why are you doing this to yourself? You're not dependent on them for money or security or happiness for that matter. So... why has your whole life been centered around pleasing them? 

"I think… I think I've never really sat down and thought about what makes me happy," you admitted. "I think it's just been that way forever and I might have been too scared to try anything else." 

Rob hummed. "Are you still scared now?" 

Are you? You look into her eyes and ask yourself a question that has never crossed your mind with such depth. You used to be scared– but what is it about your happiness that you are so afraid of? OK, let’s start a little simpler: what are things that make you happy? 

“I like…” you swallowed, trying to break down the barriers you’ve built years and years ago. “I like… coffee. I like… short skirts. I like… girls– I like… my job. I like… music. I think I’d enjoy camping, you know, some day…” 

Your words… these things seemed so arbitrary and trivial. But in your house, these things cause dissent. “My family has an opinion about everything. There’s no right way to live in all of their eyes, but I think I figured out a way to get past it. Keep my head down and do what’s expected of me. Graduate college, get a respectable job, find a man to marry, drop the job and become a mother. Just… don’t make waves. It seemed better because the cousins who didn’t or couldn’t… well they became the butt of every joke at the family dinner. Lisa had one miscarriage so she was a ‘failure’ and Don never dated girls so he was gay and that was ‘bad,’ but grandma Zelda did everything a good Christian woman could do and they still gossiped about her behind her back… 

“And I just… I just let their ignorance control me for my entire life.” God, you could cry right now, but somehow it just felt too good to say it outloud. “That.. that is so fucked.” 

Robyn snorted, and you turned to her as if you’d forgotten she was there. There it was again, that sympathy. Not pity, she did not burden you with tears of her own or try to be angry for you. She just listened and understood. You twisted the diamond encrusted ring on your finger and stared at her. You felt it, that feeling in your heart. No one else had given you that look, like she could really see you. 

“You’re not going back to Fiancé, are you?” Her question was equal parts worrisome and hopeful and you already knew the answer in your heart. 

“No.”

And that was it. Decision made. Actually easier than you'd thought. Maybe not down the road but it felt good for now. There's the telling your fiancé it's over, the moving out, the public announcement, the inevitable feeling of failure, your family, god, his family too. Untangling your lives would be long and hard. You're not sure if you have that level of commitment and motivation in you but fuck it. Problems for tomorrow.

You rest your head on Rob's shoulder and hope your not pushing any boundaries. She doesn't stop you though, in fact she snuggles you deeper into her. You get the feeling she's been here before though your not sure which side or how bad it was for her.

"I like you way more in the few times I've met you than any man I've ever dated," you heard yourself say. "I'm sure that means something but I'm too tired to decide anymore. No tonight at least."

Rob chuckled. "I like you too, sugar."

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[valkyrieofsmut]

Captive Love   16

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Sweetheart is a badass. Sans likes it.

A/N: Sorry I'm an idiot and posted the next chapter before this one...! Anyway... Yay!

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A good morning.

(Y/n) woke as hands moved over her, smoothing over her sides and front. 

"good mornin', sweetheart," a rough voice greeted from near her ear where she could feel Sans nuzzling and nipping. 

She tried to greet him back, but it came out as a pleasured sounding hum as she shifted her hips and felt the pleasant soreness from the night before between her thighs. 

Sans let out a deep chuckle that sent shivers down her spine. "still feel it, huh, sweetheart?" 

She felt her cheeks heat at the reminder of what they'd done. 

"got some more a that 'f ya want it," he told her, his suggestive voice full of heat and promises. 

.

Sans was over her, straddling her thigh once more, boney hand up the loose leg of her shorts. 

He'd tried to get her out of her clothes, but she'd been so shy, ducking her head and pressing her face against him to hide that, he'd given in. 

He'd even tried to tell her that he bet she had the most beautiful body he'd ever seen, but, with a glance down at his own covered chest, he could understand that everyone had something they were nervous about letting others see. 

So he'd ended up here, with his hand up her shorts, fingering her to a quick orgasm as she clutched at his shirt and panted and whined against his clavicle. 

"mmnn, sound so good, sweetheart," he rumbled against her. "that one was quick, huh? let's get ya 'nother one…" 

(Y/n) was sure that if she had completely gotten her voice back by now, and hadn't been trying so hard to stay quiet, she would have lost it by now. 

Sans' finger bones were surprisingly talented, to the point that she wondered if he'd ever been with a human before, or if monsters' anatomys were just so similar it translated well. 

She came again, her teeth digging into his shirt covered clavicle to keep herself quiet. 

Sans let out a low, needy growl at her bite. "ooh, fuck , sweetheart… ya make me wanna straight up ravage that pussy…" 

(Y/n) whimpered, clenching tighter at his sexy, need soaked words. 

His hand had slowed down, gently stroking her through her orgasm so he didn't over stimulate her, and she wondered how long he was planning on doing this, and if he was planning… that , too… 

It would only be fair for him to come, too, after all… 

"SANS!" Papyrus' voice echoed in the hall, and Sans groaned out a sigh as his hand stopped. 

He turned toward the door and called back, "yeah, boss?"

"DON'T SLACK OFF ON YOUR ROUNDS TODAY!"

Sans sighed again. "yeah, boss, got it, don't worry 'bout it," he called back. 

(Y/n) felt both excited and nervous at having Sans' hand still inside her as he spoke to his brother on the other side of the door. 

What if Papyrus got frustrated with the piece of wood and just came in? 

There were no blankets covering where Sans' hand was up her shorts… It would be glaringly obvious what they were doing. 

Sans looked over at her with a smirk and a chuckle at the feel of her nervous clench around his fingers at the thought, and wiggled them inside her, making her bite back a moan. 

"MAKE SURE YOU DO 'GOT IT' SANS, OR I WILL BE FORCED TO… DO SOMETHING DRASTIC!" 

Sans groaned in frustration and pulled his fingers from her, making her whimper at the loss. 

"i'm gettin' up right now, i'll leave in a few minutes, boss, i swear!" 

Papyrus finally left with a "SEE THAT YOU DO!" 

"sorry, dollface, i gotta go ta work," he sighed as he stood from the bed, digging in the clean pile of laundry he'd placed next to, but not in, his dresser to find some clean clothes. 

"Sa-ns," (Y/n) asked hesitantly, and broke off as she wondered how she could have let him touch her like he had been without even a care in the world about getting home and if he was still keeping her here against her will, or just to keep her safe. 

Oh, it was a dirty feeling… 

"yeah, sweetheart?" He asked, pulling a suitable shirt from the pile. 

"I- ...I ahm g-ng hohme, evehntu-lly… rigkh…?" She asked, trying not to sound as nervous as she felt. [I am going home eventually, right?]

Sans looked up at her, pausing in his search for a sock to match the one in his hand. 

Sans really wanted her to stay there with him- but he knew that he couldn't keep her there forever. He'd already witnessed a small dose of her ire, and he had no doubt that it would only get worse the longer it went on. 

He would have to let her go, eventually… eventually being the key word. 

"yeah. yeah, sweetheart," he told her. "gotta make it safe ta make the trip, first…" 

She smiled at him for his response, and it did a little to lift his soul from the ditch of misery it'd fallen into at the thought of her going. 

"C'n Ikh b-rrow y-r phohne?" She asked. [can I borrow your phone?]

Sans looked at her in question as he pulled out the device and unlocked it. 

He handed it to her and went back to searching for his other sock. 

(Y/n) listened as the familiar voice gave the store greeting, asking how she could help her. 

"Hehy, Sally," she greeted. "Who's theh m-nahger todahy?" [hey, Sally, who’s the manager today?]

Sans looked up at that. "heh, you tryna get through ta that idiot at yer work?" 

She nodded in reply. "Okh, graht," she sighed at hearing it was the same manager that had written her off as dead before. "Pahtch m- tkhrough, plehse." [Oh, great. Patch me through, please.]

Sans chuckled as he moved next to her on the bed, looking amused. "i gotta see how far ya get wit 'im." 

(Y/n) switched it to speaker and listened as he gave the store greeting, then said, "hihk Doug. Iht's (Y/n)." [hi Doug, it’s (Y/n)]

He let out a startled, confused stutter, and (Y/n) saw Sans holding back a laugh. 

"H-hi, (Y/n)! I-I heard that you- that you were in monster territory!" Doug exclaimed. 

"Ikh ahm," she answered. [I am.]

"O- oh… Wh- h-how are you calling the store, then?" He asked. 

"Mohnsters hahve phohnes, Doug, theh're not uh strihctly hum'n thihng," she told him. [monsters have phones, Doug, they’re not a strictly human thing.]

A chortle escaped Sans at that. 

"Oh… Um… Well, what can I do for you?" Doug asked. "You need someone to come out there and save you, or…" He trailed off, and (Y/n) was pretty sure it was because he was trying to think of what other reason she could have called, and if he could think of someone else to do it. 

"Noh, Ikh dohn't neehd uh r-scue, Ikh just neehd toh hahve mhy job wh-n Ikh geht bahck," she told him. [no, I don’t need rescue, I just need to have my job when I get back.]

After a moment, Doug told her, "you've missed a bunch of shifts, (Y/n). Lots of no calls no shows." 

"Doh y-u agreeh thaht b-ng in mohnst'r terr-tory as uh human is dahng'rous?" She asked. [Do you agree that being in monster territory as a human is dangerous?]

"Y-yeah," he agreed hesitantly, not sure where this was going. 

"Y-u agreeh that wahlk-ng thr-gh mohnst'r terr-tory would be lihke walk-ng thr-gh uh wahr gr-nd?" She prompted. [You agree that walking through monster territory would be like walking through a war ground?]

"U- uh, y-yeah," he agreed hesitantly again. 

"Thehn y-u agreeh thaht th-s fahlls under any l-w mahk-ng 't 'llehg-l to fihre uh 'mployeeh f-r b-ng tr-pp'd in uh w-r zohne?" She asked. [Then you agree that this falls under any law making it illegal to fire an employee for being trapped in a warzone?]

There was silence on the other end of the line. 

Sans' sockets widened. She could be vicious when she wanted to… 

It kinda turned him on. 

"S-so- do you have an idea of when you'll be back?" Doug asked. 

"W-r 's uh 'nprehd-ctable thihng," she answered, getting irritated that her voice was getting worse and worse with use. [War is an unpredictable thing.]

After she'd hung up, Sans commented, "gettin' tough wit 'em, huh?" 

She shrugged with a sheepish grin. "Thre-t-ng lehg-l 'ction uhs-lly mahkes pehple d' wha's rihght." [Threatening legal action usually makes people do what’s right.]

Sans' tongue flicked over his teeth. It was still turning him on. Especially with that adorable squeak. 

"Ohne mohre c-ll?" She asked. [One more call?]

Luckily, the call to her landlord went much easier, the secretary taking her information and making a note on her account, promising to do what they could about pausing the rent charges, or at least putting any actions on hold. 

When she was done, (Y/n) hung up and handed the phone back to Sans. 

She looked at her hands, rubbing them over each other. "Th-nks, S-ns." [Thanks, Sans]

Sans sat awkwardly for a moment before going back to looking for his other sock. 

The mood had fallen, and his poor sweetheart seemed pretty down. 

"y-you… uh- s-sweetheart, ya wanna come wit me?" He asked, his eyelights focused on the laundry, finally finding a sock. 

(Y/n) looked up at him in question, careful hope in her eyes. "R...lly?" [Really?]

"yeah, doll," he told her, focused on grabbing a pair of shorts. "'s what th' c- ...thing, is fer, after all…" 

The smile that grew on her face as she nodded made his soul throb. 

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[angelsswirl]

Whatever Makes You Happy

Chapter 7: who are you to judge me

I wonder what she thinks of me when you stay awake

After you make love to her, but I'm still on your brain

You watched as Lisa grumbled around the penthouse disgracefully. Kijung and Dohyung seemed to notice as they eyed her oddly and stayed closer to you.

After her fourth time slamming a cupboard shut you had finally had enough.

"Lisa. Is something wrong?" You asked.

She gave you a look that clearly said 'What gave that away?'. She looked like she was about to speak before she turned and realized her kids were within earshot.

You got the hint, "Ki, Doh, did you clean your room like your mother asked earlier?"

"We know this is a ploy to get us out of the room so we don't hear your adult talk." Kijung got up from where he and his twin were playing video games on the livingroom floor.

"But we're running a bet to see who gets in trouble the least this week. So, we'll go." Dohyung continued. With that, they both left the room.

Lisa made a face, "They didn't get that from me." She raised her hands in surrender.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

"Anyway. What's got you all worked up today."

Lisa sighed dramatically before falling onto the couch, letting her body be taken with the momentum.

"My parents want to push up the wedding."

You froze in your seat, not that you had been moving anyway. But you had almost definitely stopped breathing.

You try to tell yourself this isn't a big deal. That Lisa was never yours to begin with. You haven't even had sex or anything like that.

But now, you definitely won't get to.

"Why?" It's soft and croaky and your mildly embarrassed.

"Money. Publicity. Same thing it always is. I thought I was being nice by letting my artists take breaks. Visit their families. But stocks are plummeting."

You fiddled with your fingers, "Then what does that mean..."

Lisa looked at you forlornly and sighed, "Who were we kidding, Y/N..."

That pissed you off.

She was kidding herself. She was the one who got you into this mess. She was the one who hired you on a whim, because she was horny and could probably sense that you were to.

She was the one who gave you false hope. Convinced you that maybe there could be something between the two of you.

And now...nothing.

"I'll be back in a little bit." You said without looking at Lisa. You trudged to the door and grabbed your jacket.

"Where are you going?"

"Taking a day off. Don't wait up."

"Y/N-"

You didn't stay to hear her beg or reason or whatever it was she planned to do.

You just closed the door softly behind you.

~•~

About after thirty minutes of wandering aimlessly, you find yourself at the counter of a medium decency bar.

Your tequila dribbles bitterly over your tongue, but you don't exactly care.

"Hard day?"

You almost flinch out of your skin at the words. You turn toward the voice with a raised eyebrow, and proceed to almost spit out your drink.

The woman is gorgeous. Her soft brown eyes glint with a mischievousness you're mildly terrified of. And yet you feel compelled to talk to her.

"Uh yeah, I guess you can say that."

The woman nodded resolutely, "I've been there. Want to play a little game with me? I promise it'll cheer you up." That mischievous look is back with a vengeance, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't interested.

"...Sure."

"Nice. I'm Jennie, by the way." She held out her hand for you to shake.

"Y/N." You took her hand and shook it.

"So, Y/N. How much do you want to bet that I can get that hot bartender over there to kiss me?" Jennie nodded in the direction of the bartender with a tilt of her head.

You eyed the bartender that was currently at the other end of the bar. She was gorgeous as well and you could see why Jennie would want to kiss her. But if judging by the way she dealt with the rowdy men at the bar, you didn't think she would want to kiss Jennie back.

"Fifty bucks says she laughs in your face." You say. The tequila is definitely kicking in now.

Jennie raised an eyebrow and seemed to hesitate for a split second, before smiling devilishly again.

"Deal."

Jennie scooted closer to you, "I'm going to need to use you for this next scene, if you don't mind."

You shook your head. Jennie nodded and threw her arm around your shoulders. You leaned toward the bar and waved her hand in the air. Grabbing the bartender's attention.

You've never seen someone roll their eyes harder in your life.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, can you please get this fine woman next to me and I a few shots?" Jennie swayed a bit, playing up her inebriation.

The bartender just stared blankly, "Jennie. This better not be another one of your ploys to make me jealous."

Jennie threw her hands up into the air in exasperation, "Babe! You ruined it. I almost just made you fifty dollars in tips. All you had to do was kiss me."

The woman rolled her eyes again. She turned toward you, "Sorry about my girlfriend here. She turns into a con artist when she's drunk and bored. I'm Jisoo."

You laughed at the situation, "Y/N."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. What brings you into a moderately dingy bar at 1 am?"

Jennie looked at you as though she wanted to know the answer as well.

You debated telling them, you couldn't really. At least not in great detail. So you resorted to the basics. Maybe, you could finally start to move on if you talked about it with someone.

"Um, there's this girl...I really like her but a relationship is out of reach at the moment and sort of always will be. I guess I always knew that but it didn't really hit until today, y'know?"

Jisoo nodded, "Why's a relationship out of reach if you don't mind me asking?"

You stared down into your empty glass, "Because she's already in one."

"Oh, I can see how that would be a problem." Jisoo slapped Jennie on the arm lightly. Jennie pouted exaggeratedly.

"Okay...what do you like so much about this chick?" Jennie asked as she rubbed her arm.

That's as easy a question as you've ever been asked.

"She's driven, hard working, passionate, strong, funny-"

"She's hot?"

You chuckled, "Very."

Jisoo swiped at the bar counter top.

"It sounds like you really like her..."

"I do." You shook your head tiredly.

"Does she feel the same way about you?"

Lisa was hard to read, but there were somethings even she couldn't hide.

"I believe so."

"...I would like to preface what I'm about to say by emphasizing that I in no way condone cheating. And if anything bad happens, I get plausible deniability. It sounds like you need to listen to your heart."

"What does that mean, Jisoo?"

Jisoo smiled, "Whatever your heart tells you it means."

You blinked at her, so did Jennie, "Thank you for the help, Jisoo." You were only being slightly sarcastic.

She rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time that night. She turned around and grabbed a bottle of some expensive alcoholic drink, "You'll get it in due time. In the meantime, drink up. It's on the house."

You didn't have to even think twice at that demand.

~•~

"Jen Jen.... you and chu are sooo HAWT together...caniwatchsometime." You slinked against Jennie's body and slurred your words together severely.

Jennie had been lucky to get your address out of you. She knocked on the door of the penthouse with a grunt.

"You forgot to mention you were rich." She mumbled.

"I'mnot riiich it's my bossy!"

Before Jennie could ask you to elaborate, the door opened, and that was just about all the elaboration she needed.

You looked from where your head was placed precariously on Jennie's shoulder, "LISSSSAAA! imissedyou. I mean I'm mad at you. Buti did miss you a little bi. I'm drunk."

Jennie pretty much let you fall into Lisa's arms unceremoniously.

"You smell great."

"What did you do to her?" Lisa said rather accusatory.

You can practically hear Jennie cross her arms and roll her eyes even in your state.

"If I did this to her do you think I would bring her home?"

Jennie raised a fair point.

"Fine. Sorry. Thanks for bringing her back..." Lisa sounded as though she would rather poke her eyes out then apologize, but she did anyway. She squeezed the bridge of her nose with the hand that you weren't slung across.

"Jennie. And don't worry. She's my new best friend. She's too good a person to let anything bad happen to." Jennie said pointedly.

"Yeah... Okay. Bye." Lisa attempted to close the door.

"Wait."

"Yes?"

"She's in love with you, y'know?"

Lisa sighed heavily, "I had an idea."

"Look, I know you don't know me. And her and I just met. But I gave her my number and if she calls it and says she's heartbroken over you, because you led her on and let her believe in something that was never obtainable...I don't care if you're some all big and powerful and rich industry mogul, I will ruin your life." Jennie stuffed her hands into her pockets casually.

Lisa ground her teeth together, "Is that a threat?"

Jennie chuckled humorously, "No. It's a promise. It was nice to meet you, Lisa. Take care of her for me."

With that, Jennie turned on her heels, and strutted back down the hall.

Lisa only sighed again and shifted you in her arms.