#i dont bring anything to the table. all i do is complain and talk about shit no one wants to hear.

[cloudd-nyne]

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[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Logan, after being officallt together with Wade for multiple months just sitting at the table with this longing look on his face.

"What's wrong, Wolvie? Kitty havin' a bad day?"

"...My wife died today.."

"What?"

And it's not that Wade doesn't already know he's been married multiple times already, but it's the suprise that Logan is just now mentioning this today. I mean its like 4 pm and he just now is bringing this up.

"Well.. Let's go see her!"

"... I can't.."

"Oh... cause it hurts to much?"

Logan is staring at the table, just.. staring.. out of it, looking like he's gonna cry if someone doesn't do something. And seeing as he's sober now, he's trying really hard to stay here. He wants to run off to some bar and drown himself in his own sorrows, but he doesn't.

He's a good boy.

Cause he's staying right here. At home. With Wade. Where he belongs. It's so hard, though. So damn hard.

Theres a big pause before he looks up at wade with the biggest wettest eyes. "..Cause shes in Japan."

And suddenly, Wade Gasps. "Ooh I love Tokyo! Lets go!"

Logan is now frustrated, he thinks wade is teasing him about going. He thinks hes mocking him. Tears fall as he glares at him.

"DONT... not today, wilson."

So Wade blinks and is like 'oh shit' cause he got hit with the army name.

"...so.. you dont want to go to Japan?"

Its now that Logan looks at him, baffled. "Of course I do..."

"Then let's go! Im bringing an empty suitcase, EEHH Im gonna buy so many clothes!" So as Wade runs off, Logan thinks for a second, processing before awkwardly coming to the bedroom. "W-..were actually going?"

Wade stops packing and blinks. "Peanut you really gotta make up your mind. Do you want to go see your wife or not?"

"... yes."

"Then yes. We are. Now come on I cant imagine a ticket this late would be cheap but oh well! Anything for my Logan." He declares.

Logan smiles a bit.

My Logan

"Y-you dont mind? Really? It'll be a lot of money, Wade... wont you feel weird coming with me to watch me talk to her?"

"Oh don't worry about it. I took a couple extra jobs this week, and why wouldn't I be? You let me see Ness. And Death."

"I dont exactly *let* you see death... she just takes you."

"Yeah well. When a girl is needy you dont really complain, now do ya? Now get packed or ill go myself. Ive been itching to go somewhere for awhile. Love new york. Hate america." He states, slamming his case shut and zipped it only for a couple yips to come from the bag.

"...Wade... did you pack puppins?"

"What? Shes an essential."

"Wade..."

"Fine! I'll leave her with al! Jeez."

And so, here they are, packed, sunscreened, and at the airport when Logan remembers how much he hates planes. He's nervous, anxiously staring at the boarding gate and his hands itch. Hes in the corner, waiting for wade to get back with their pretzels.

"You know- Its really convenient that I saved up all that money and we were able to go on this vacation style trip. Oh well. You want your pretzel now or later? Yours has cheese. Mines mustard.. Kinda like that new Kendrick song."

"What??" Logan asks, out of it and is obviously sweating.

"Ooh kitty... shit I forgot. Here. Hurry up and take these. Hank said if we ever needed to go somewhere on a plane or you were going crazy to give you some of these." He says, shifting hands to give him a bottle of pills.

"Im not so sure about this.."

"About going to Japan?"

"No no.. I... I wanna go to Japan. I just.. I really hate planes.. and these I-" he looks at the pills, whining. "I used to do a ton of pills, Wade. Anything I could get my paws on."

"Ha!! Paws."

"?? Did you take one of these?" He questions.

"Oh what? Nah. Did do a ton of coke though before we left... Oh shit... you know what the author just remembered?"

"Huh?"

"Yeah exactly. We cant get through TSA... Welp. Time to go buy a plane."

"Ohh hell no! You are NOT flying us anywhere!.. Look.. I know a guy."

"Oooh. Mysterious cliff hanger. What will happen next? Who knows. Maybe we'll get a plane crash and logan will drown to death over and over-"

"WADE!!! NOT. HELPING!"

[r4cc0on-in-tr4shcan]

i was bored so i overanalyzed tim and pam's relationship.

these are basically notes i've made. dont mind me, just dying bc i have no one to talk to abt this😘

tim started to go the bistro huddy all alone then after he started to trust terry he brought pam for the first time then he was alone for 3 or 4 eps until he started to bring her every time he came there. when pam made her second appearance in the corkage fee ep Tim alr knew her name and in the one episode b4 that he called tim and pam 'folks' (which terry said was his go to but in the episodes after the corkage fee vid he addresses them by their names) and ik he probably just knows her name bc of the reservation (but i feel like Tim would be the one to always put his name down when making a reservation anywhere [and we know that they make reservations because in the video where the couple met Deb {mama bear} he complains about making a reservation ain’t shit because they still didn’t have their table ready {which also shows that Tim most likely cares that Pam is hungry and he doesn’t her to wait as well}]) but i like to think that Tim talked about Pam to Terry and talked about Terry's service (and/or the food at bistro huddy) to Pam. in the episode where Pam started to get more fancier items we all know and love the line "well she do seem happy don't she?" from tim BUT its followed by tim ordering the same thing she ordered and by how Tim reacted to Pam ordering all fancy, i'll assume he doesnt know much or anything about fancy foods but he trusts pam's taste so he just went along with what she went with.

I have a problem.

[the-offside-rule]

Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona) - Think Again

Requested: wattpad

Prompt: reader wants a break but Gavi says no

Warnings: nope, kinda passive aggressive tho💀

*IF YOU DONT WANNA READ IT, DONT! DONT COMPLAIN IN MY ASK BOX, OR DMS ABOUT WHY I SHOULD NOT BE WRITING THIS CHILL*

Things had been so,very bad between the pair of them recently. With Y/n having just enough free time to study,she found herself being on midnight calls with her boyfriend while she studied instead of just going to his house like she usually did. She rarely even watched his games on TV anymore either. She had no time whatsoever. He seemed to not mind however. He would still go out of his way to bring her for breakfast before class started and when she had work on the weekends, he would wait for her to get off for siesta and he would sit with her as she studied or added to her assignments.

On this particular morning, Y/n wasn't eating. She usually got a pastry along with a coffee and she of course had both, but something was off and Pablo didn't know what was wrong with his girlfriend. "You're quiet." He said suddenly, catching Y/n off guard from aimlessly stirring her coffee. "No I'm not. I just don't have anything to talk about." She replied quietly. "You have been stirring that coffee for six minutes. I think the sugar is dissolved." He joked, but she didn't laugh. She instead gave a lighthearted smile that quickly turned into a frown, followed by her holding her face and letting out soft sighs as she cried. She didn't know where it came from but it just came so suddenly. The tears just happened. "Y/n? Are you alright?" He asked, leaning over the table to hold her hand. "Look at me. What's wrong?" He asked

"Nothing, nothing is wrong at all." She sniffled in return, looking back up and smiling as if nothing happened. Her eyes were still red. "Y/n. You need a break." He said. "Yes, yes I do." She mumbled. Pablo picked up his glass of orange juice and sipped as Y/n cleared her throat and let out a shakey breath before she spoke.

"Pablo, I think we should just-" Pablo lifted the glass from his lips as she paused, anticipating her next words. "-take a break." Pablo swallowed the orange juice in his mouth and set his glass of orange juice to the side. He looked up at her with a smile. "Think again." Her sad look quickly turned to one of confusion. "What?" She asked. "In short, it's a no. We are not taking a break and if you don't like it, tough." Her mouth opened and closed trying to form a sentence. "I- no- I'm breaking up with you. Only for a little while." She explained. "I can't take that chance." He retorted. "What do you mean?"

"How do I know you're going to get back with me?" He asked, interlocking his fingers and resting them on his chest as he laid back calmly. "We are breaking up." She said firmly. He shook his head. "No we aren't." Y/n groaned and slapped her hands down on the table. "Why won't you let me break up with you?" She asked. "Give me your hand." She arched a brow as to say 'are you being serious?' He was. She rolled her eyes and held onto his hand. Pablo moved them together and held them both up, interlocking the fingers. "See how perfectly they fit?" He smiled. Y/n nodded and squeezed her fingers around his hand.

"Still want a break?" He asked. Y/n looked back to him and shook her head. "No, no not at all." She replied, tightening her grip on his hand. "Well how about we go and get you to university then, eh?"

[burnedwriter]

what type of roommate they are

A/n:college has been kicking my ass lately.These are small headcanons of what type of roommate they would be

warnings:fluff,mention of fighting,mentions of smoking weed and a bit of angst on zhongli’s part

🐋Childe/tartaglia

🐋Let’s start with that he’s the worst out of everyone on this list,not that hes moody or anything along the lines but because hes one of the messy ones,not only that but he also loves teasing you

🐋he will leave his stuff everywhere in the apartment and then you have to go pick them up one by one or else they will be left there for week upon on weeks ,you learned that lesson the hard way when he left one of his plates in his room and it got spoiled.

🐋He will always come back extremly drunk after he comes back from the parties he usaully goes,you will hear him stumble across the kitchen,the first time that happened you thought you were getting robbed.You usually help him with his hangover as you see him curled up in a ball.

🐋He is suprisingly a very good cook,he usually cooks for you if he sees that you are really tired and to make up for all his teasing as he says.

🐋Even if hes a little teasing piece of shit,he will always be there for you,if you need a shoulder to cry on or complain to him about your problems

🐋‘‘come on Ajax’‘you said dragging him in the apartment.

he was out on one of his usual parties when he called to come and pick him up since he was too drunk to drive himself back.

‘‘you are so heavy’‘struggling to carry him as you pushed him on the living room couche so he could la down and relieve the pressure from your should as you felt that you were going to get crashed by his weight.

‘‘my fucking head hurts’‘he groaned in pain covering his eyes with his forearms as they were too sensitive to the light.

‘‘stay here im going to bring you some water,do you need anything else Ajax’‘you asked him,as you marched towards the kitchen pouring him a glass of water and getting him a painkiller and returned to the living room.

Sitting up,he reached for the glass,taking small sip,he swallowed the painkiller before putting the glass back on the table.

His eyes still looking foggy from the headache still.

‘‘can you keep me some company untill the pain goes away?’‘he questioned,placing his head on your lap using your thighs as a pillow,looking up at you with puppy eyes to convince you to stay with him.

‘‘fine’‘you signed holding his head softly on your hands stroking his cheeks.after sometime passed you went to check up on him,looking down you were quickly greeted with an asleep ajax on your lap sleeping calmly.

🐉zhongli

🐉the best roommate someone can have

🐉Hes super clean and quiet the perfect combo,he usually studies in his room,and if you need any help with your assignments hes always there to help you and share his knowlage with you.

🐉Hes a clean freak,he cant stand things not being in their place or out of order,if he sees that you forgot something where it shouldnt be,he will always drop hints like ‘’i think you forgot something on the table’’ for you to come and pick it up

🐉Hes also an amazing cook,he cooks for the both of you,unlike the other people on this list ,zhongli has an expensive taste,you still dont know where he gets all this money from to make those expensive dishes.

🐉Hes also an amazing emotional support but unlike childe,he will actually give you good advices or help you through your tough times.

🐉zhongli was standing right outside your door,he was going to ask you if you wanted to go shopping with him when all of a sudden he heard crying coming from your room.

‘‘are you ok dear, can i come in,so we can talk?’‘ ’‘zhongli asked,knocking softly

‘‘no,but you can come in’‘you said from the other side,your voice still shaky from crying.

Entering the room,he sat next to you on your bed,placing a hand on your back trying to calm you down.

‘‘what happened may i ask?,if you want to of course, i will still stay here until you calm down’‘he said,reassuring you that he will still be there for you no matter the answer you give him.

‘‘i studied for this exam and still failed’‘tears creeping up from your eyes,as you explained the situation to zhongli.

‘‘its not the end of the world im sure you will learn from your mistakes,there is always a next time,im sure you will do better next time’‘he said with a soft smile on his lips,stroking your back softly.

His small speech giving you back the onfidence that you need,as you wipe your face with the sleeves of your shirt clearing yur vision.

‘‘you are probably right zhongli,there is alway a next time’‘you answered back at him with the same soft smile.

‘‘i was going to ask you if you want to come shopping with me,are you still up for the idea?’‘he questioned,waiting for an answer from you.

‘‘sure let me get ready first and we can go,i actually needed some new shoes’‘

💀xiao

💀Xiao is a unique roommate,hes not bad nor good,hes more like neutral.

💀he will lock himself in his room for hours upon hours on end and come out only if he needs to eat something or go to the bathroom.

💀he smokes weed,sometimes when you pass by his room,you can smell it through the door.You want to ask him to try some but you are too scared to ask him.

💀Hes not the best person to talk to but he is there for you if you need someone to talk to,just dont expect him to give you advices like zhongli does.

💀Both of you have smoked weed together,after finally gathering up the courage to ask him if you could smoke with him which he suprisingly shared with you.laying on xiaos chest his hand wrapped around you as the both of you passed the joint back and forth

‘‘wow take it easy there,its your first time and i dont want anything bad happening to you’‘he aid cautious,taking it quickly away from your hand before you could take another puff.

‘‘i will be fine dont worry’‘you said looking up at him.

‘‘no’‘his answer short and swift,as he took a puff.

‘‘i didnt know you were so chill’‘you stated

‘‘and what did you though about me’‘ he asked confused at your sentence as he continued to smoke.

‘‘well...i though you were one of those moody people that hated socializing,that’s why i was scared to talk to you,i felt a bit intimidated’‘you answered,now wrapping your own arm around his torso,hugging him.

‘‘oh’‘he looked shocked by your answer,catching him off guard

‘‘but i glad i gathered the courage and now we are friends’‘starting to slur over your word as you snuggled on his chest chest your mind starting to go blank as the effects of the drug started to kick in.

💨😒scaramouche

💨😒scara is one of the worst combos moody and sassy.You two fight a lot because of his subtle attitude which ends with you both locking yourselfs in your rooms

💨😒If you leave soemthing somewhere he will tell you something along the lines like ‘’arent you going to pick it up?’’ or ‘’its not going to clean itself’’.

💨😒he is really smart and a good student but refuses to help you if you are having trouble with any of your assignments,he will tell you ‘’google is free’’ and proceed to  continue reading his book,you could almost see the small smirk on the side of his mouth everytime he says it.

💨😒hes a good cook but he will ask you to clean the dishes right after he sees you finishing your food.

💨😒if he accidentally hurts you with something he said,he will immediatly apologise to you right after the both of you calmed down,he felt guilt overtake his body as soon as he saw tears threatening to escape your eyes

💨😒You two play a lot of video games together in your free time,one time he dared you to 1v1 him in his favourite game which you ended up winning and then you had a very salty scara asking you for a rematch.

💨😒sitting on the living room couche you both played,games for hours,you tried your best to win against scara but you were greeted yet again win the same scoreboard showing scara at the top and you on the buttom indicating your loss.

‘‘guess who won yet again’‘scara said with his usual sassy tone looking at you with a teasing smile.

‘‘its not fair!you cheated!’‘you yelled in response,pouting angryly.

‘‘i ‘’cheated’‘ sure’‘ he let out a breathy laugh at your angry expression.

‘‘i want a rematch and this time i want go easy on you’‘you demanded looking at him still pissed that you lost.

‘‘fine,but dont expect me to go easy on you either,like i did before,you asked for it afterall’‘he said with a smug expression on his face.

‘‘bet,prepare to loose then’‘

‘‘sure...’‘

[lazarus-james]

have you wanted me the same way i've wanted you?

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you casually mention you'll be playing with your band at a small hideaway cafe on thursday night to the group. i say i'll try to make it. i get there so early that you haven't even set up yet. you buy me a niche cola drink and we chat about nothing. eventually its time for you to play. i sit at a table and watch and marvel, sipping my expensive coke. you are so talented and amazing. i think you are special and that you glow.

you pick me up one night in your shoddy small car and we go catch a movie. it's not good. at the end we laugh at the credits together. we talk until they run dry and the ushers come in to clean away the popcorn. i am happy. i dont know if this is a date or we're just hanging out, but im having fun with you and that's all that matters to me. you drive me back home. theres a moment, a pause. i linger. but neither of us follows through. we say our goodbyes and that seals the finale of our friendship.

years later, in a dirge of loneliness, i message you while in a different country. i ask you whether it was a date or not. i don't know what im looking for. for closure, for reassurance that i can be wanted. you dont reply until the next day. "haha" you say. "if a bear shits in a forest, does anyone hear it?" that's answer enough.

-

you split your meals with me when we go out to grab lunch. we order two different dishes and share them. i refill your drink and you refill mine. we laugh about work. making you smile is the highlight of my day. we live near each other, so we bike home from work at night. your place is closest. sometimes i stay outside talking to you there for so long that my ass goes numb on my bike seat. it doesn't matter to me, though. id stay for as long as youd want me to.

my tire is flat one night and its pouring down. you get off your bike and walk beside me as i push mine, holding an umbrella above us. we stand close so we both stay dry. i can feel my heartbeat in my ears drowning out the rain. it is just you and me, isolated against the world. we joke about how shoujo this is. when we get to your apartment, you run upstairs and pass me down your spare umbrella from the balcony. i try not to think this means anything.

you're complaining at work during break about not finding any matches on bumble. i get up the courage to ask what age range you have on, suggesting that maybe you should widen it. i just want to know if you're in the net im casting too. i switch mine to match, and that night i see your profile. you're a chronic right swiper, so i know you didn't choose me, but we match. you make a joke, "miswipe?" and i laugh, then you unmatch.

one night i dream of you. it is my breaking point. i tell you that i like you. you say "how do you know?" so i tell you. you ask what i like about you. its too long to list, but i try. you are silent. i mention i had a dream of you. you tell me you do not like me like that. i do not tell you my dream was a cottage where we lived and grew old with a cat. it is only later i realise you probably think i was talking about a sex dream.

i ask you to stop being nice to me because it is hard to stop liking you when we are friendly as we are. you say sure.

we get a new co-worker and your contract is ending soon. i learn after i move that you are dating the new employee. she is pretty, she is smart, and she is funny. it makes sense. clearly i am not any of those things you wanted.

-

you join a stream im in and we start talking. you support my endeavors and are there every stream i join. i like to hear you laugh. having you around brings me joy. you cannot see me and i cannot see you, but in the moments between, we are having fun. we listen to music late into the night, and i watch you play on a second screen while i do work. you tell me your life and i listen. it is only after i begin to like you that you say you are seeing someone and that someone knows we are friends and that's all we are.

i speak to you every day. i know what you're allergic to, what your home situation is like, how you feel about your family, your job. you share pictures of your uniform, your haircuts, your day-to-day. i hear your voice when i think of the word "yum" because you said it all the time when preparing dinner while I'd listen. i tell you my real name and you tell me yours. we are very different but alike. i wonder how obvious it is to others that i am smitten. i never will cross the line.

you tell me you broke up with her. i console you. it is poor of me, but half a month later i tell you how i feel. you say you are not ready to be in another relationship. i understand. you fade away from me like fog in the dawn.

months later i see an article about allergens of food and it reminds me of you. i send you a link. you don't respond.

-

you match me on tinder. our first coffee date starts off as a disaster. the place you chose in under renovation. we wander three blocks to find another cafe. its overpriced and burnt. you don't even order a coffee. but once we get talking, past the nerves, it feels like we've known each other for much longer than we have. i walk you to your bus stop. you decide you aren't interested in me like that. i agree. i hug you goodbye. we stay friends. after that we begin to grab coffee every now and then, and talk and laugh. you are witty and progressive and a joy to be around. but i move countries, and we fall out of touch.

years later i return home, and wonder if you're free. i miss hanging out with you. you've moved states, but would like to catch up. we start chatting online daily. you tell me what you've been up to. i share my story too. we call. we send each other songs and videos and memes and thoughts and opinions, and i begin to think we're getting closer. but i understand that we are friends.

you stop responding as much. it takes days for you to get back to me. you start rescheduling and postponing sessions where we game together. you forget several. i ask what is happening. you say your girlfriend is moving back to your city. we've spoken for six months and her name never came up.

we have a hangout sesh scheduled in december. you will ask what day and i will answer and we will agree on the time. we will talk for two hours and maybe play a game. it is almost like we are getting coffee again.

-

is it really so hard to want me how i wanted you?

[oswednesday]

so my mom is bringing all the plants in and instead of using my brothers unoccupied room with two windows that get light and her room that gets afternoon light and has just one big wall as a sliding glass door they all have to go in front of two windows that barely get morning exclusively in a way thats both like set in a delusion she has over it, one is that she gets to complain all winter long about how little sun they get like yeag,, that the pride flag is in one window so she gets to play im not being a bigot i only want to let light in (two things that are sheer enough to let light in over the window)

they flower and grow nice despite how poorly she cares for them, like lets other plants over grow into them, doesnt have them in proper pots, and she like knows it, i made a like small talk wow this one is so big itll need a new pot soon and she took it as complaining she was all how dare you complain about my plants or anything really! like how high are you right now hfhfhfhgf then she did this like

Do You Ever Want To Use This Table (that im actively using) Or Kill My Plants Teehee sawtrap like used those exact words and i was like your plants are too heavy for this table that im clearly using for a project station so i rearranged the house for her to put these plants in this one spot that does not work for them, plants that could go anywhere in the house fhfhfg, and i did snatch her on that i was like im not going to kill your plants youre being ridiculous and then when i was moving a small table to the other room she was like do you just want to throw that away like what the fukc are you talking about gfdfdhf she also made a list of other things she wanted moved and its like okay you can move that then? theres absolutely nothing of mine in that spot, im not moving the house around for you (or putting up the winter decorations before thanksgiving!!!! she keeps like trying to bully me into it) and she was all like i dont like the face you make when you talk to me and i was like ?im sorry? in a clear like what the hell are you even saying sort of way and she dead said "youre not sorry enough!" like corny another thing in her behavior over the area in front of the pride flag she rotted the carpet where the plant is and shes putting a plant in another area with the rug and i was like are you are you want it over the rug and she made a whole scene about it

[bonny-kookoo]

Home: Anger

Languages are marked as always: English | Korean

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You're angry.

There's no simpler way to put it. You're upset at yourself for screwing this chance up; forgetting a deadline and failing to send in important documents before they would close down submissions again. You're throwing your folder down on your table in frustration, some of your art and concepts falling out and onto the floor, before you leave the office room, slamming the door shut before you rush past a surprised looking Jungkook who's in the kitchen eating a snack. He doesn't say anything- he knows not to bug you when you're emotional like this.

You're in the bedroom now, the room dark and quiet except for the dull sounds of someone opening the office, before there's a little noise of clattering and the chair squeaking. Jungkook will be disappointed as well as soon as he figures out what had happened. You'd tried to somehow earn your own coin again even as his significant other- but you've failed, simply because you couldn't remember the right fucking time and day.

The office door sounds yet again, before he's heard doing something in the kitchen- your phone in your pocket vibrating with an incoming message you don't want to read. You sniffle, angry at your own tears as you wipe them off harshly, unlocking your phone.

[From: JKookie] : 'I've got icecream and an open ear.'

You feel even worse now. You don't want to talk about it at all.

[From: JKookie] : 'And also I've been told I give great hugs. You know. In case you don't wanna talk.'

You sigh, sniffling before another message comes through.

[From: JKookie] : 'Please come out, I dont like you crying :( '

You chuckle to yourself as you slowly get up, opening the bedroom door to spot him on the couch in front of the TV- a tub of icecream standing on the table in front of him, while he faces whatever movie is playing.

You sit down next to him without any words- tense, and a little awkward, before he moves a bit closer, leaning in to check on something it seems. He clicks his tongue as he sees the way your eyes still glisten a little, pulling you into his arms before you can even complain. You're still stiff as he holds you- his hand running over your arm as he softly speaks. "You can cry here too, you know?" He tells you. "Dont mind." He adds, before you silently let a few more tears fall. "Why you sad?" He asks, and you shrug.

"I fucked up the deadlines for the concepts I wanted to turn in." You explain. "To get a job as an art director for a new game." You shrug, and he nods. "I just want to work too.. and not just live off of you.. " you complain, as he sighs.

"You know I don't see it that way, right?" He says, and you nod. "I'm providing for you. That's something else. I don't mind when you use my money." He tells you.

"Well but I still feel bad." You whine, and he chuckles.

"I'll ask around at hybe. Maybe they have an open spot for a translator. Or editor. Won't even say it's for you either- so you got a fair chance and all." He shrugs, and you look up at him.

"You'd do that?" You ask, and he leans down and kisses you, squeezing you a bit playfully as he laughs.

"Of course!" He says, before he leans over to get the tub of icecream- to sweeten up your mood a little more, and bring back his happy girl again.

[comfortscripts]

Do Your Job, No Matter What ¬ Draco M.

Plot - Following your boss's orders was part of the job but you never realised how far he'd take it.

Genre - Smut ♧ {16+ Only}

Pairing - CEO!Draco Malfoy x Fem!reader

Notes/Warnings - Power play plot with porn, harsh names, Dom/Sub, penetrative, choking, unprotected sex with creampie (dont be stupid like them irl). Astoria is the ex-wife in this as I couldn't bring myself to write about a cheater and I apologise in advance if this is terrible, I haven't written smut in years.

Word Count - 2.3k

The day had bled into night and as the gentle rays of sun disappeared, so did your co-workers. Mutters of goodbyes and heels clacking faded till all that remained was the muffled sound of Mr. Malfoy on his conference call.

You were used to being the last one to leave, often deep into the night. A common requirement for a personal assistant was to be there till the boss leaves but unfortunately, Mr Malfoy wasn't exactly rushing home most nights.

The simple hardwood desk was more familiar to you than your own bed nowadays. Nights got later as business got busier and Mr Malfoy became more involved with potential investors, but you never complained. You were always the best and you were planning on staying that way.

"Y/N, get in here!"

Being so involved in the setup for the next morning, you didn't listen out for the conference call or how it ended but from thunderous and rude tone of your boss, you could imagine.

Shuffling to your feet before straightening out your skirt, you made hastily made your way through the large oak doors that housed the king, as you co-workers often joked. You understood their distaste, a powerful and attractive man was already intimidating but Draco always found a way to rub people up the wrong way, except you. You always had a certain affection towards the man, not that you would ever admit it.

Entering the darkened office, you felt your breath catch in your throat as you faced your boss. His once tamed hair, now wisps of silvery blond streaking across his forehead. Veins prominent on pale arms where he had rolled up his sleeves. He stood behind his desk, with one hand leaning on the dark oak table whilst the other nursed a crystal glass of whiskey. Even in his frustration, he still looked like the most powerful man in the country.

Draco lifted his eyes to yours and you felt yourself squirm under his gaze, you'd be lying to say that the man wasn't gracing the thoughts you had in your more intimate moments. This simple act made you think that this could be more than a fantasy with how his eyes traced over you.

"Well that meeting was a total disaster." The man sighed before manoeuvring to sit on what could almost be described as a leather throne. "I told my father that trying to work with Potter Industries was useless but the stupid git wouldn't listen so I had to deal with them bastards for nothing!"

Whilst you tried to focus on his words, your thoughts were more taken with his hands. Strong, thick fingers graced with three solid silver rings and the way they wrapped around the crystal tumbler was so sinful, you let yourself imagine what they would feel like around your neck.

Snapping yourself out of your sinful thoughts, you notice the silence as if Draco had expected a reply to his rant. Whilst he valued your opinion, you weren't sure what to offer.

"I'm sorry they wasted your time sir. Is there anything I can do?" Whilst it sounded innocent enough, part of you couldn’t help but mean it in a suggestive manner.

Draco debated your offer for a moment. He always knew what you thought of him, how your thighs would clench together during car rides where he was just slightly closer than normal or how you would blush at the simplest praise. You were wrapped around his finger.

He knew you wanted him sexually, he too held this secret but he wondered if you were harbouring more than sinful thoughts towards him. He needed to know, to see if he was just seeing what he wanted to see or if there was something between the two of you. Draco knew that by tonight, he would have his answer.

"Come over here" He beckoned.

Obeying before thought, you carefully manoeuvred so you were standing behind the desk and in front of your boss.

Mr Malfoy patted his right thigh in a non-verbal demand for her to sit on his lap. Once again, you were obeying before thought or reason, you gently placed yourself on his muscular thigh, allowing your skirt to ride up.

Draco rested his hand on your exposed thigh, toying with the edge of your tight skirt. With the other hand he gripped your chin in a gentle but firm manner, turning your face to meet his, only centimetres away.

"You know exactly how you can help me"

"I'm not sure what you mean Mr Malfoy"

"Don't play dumb my dear. I see how you look at me, how you respond to me. Would bet money on the fact that you are getting wetter by the second just from being this close to me." His hand inched up closer and if on instinct, your legs moved apart to allow him. The tips of his fingers graced the edge of your panties before pulling them to the side, allowing his fingers to feel your wetness. "Just as I thought, always knew you were my little slut".

He slowly pushed a digit inside, allowing the warmth to coat his pale finger. The action caused a small whimper to leave your lips involuntarily and as you felt the cold metal of his ring graze your folds, you could barely stop the moan from escaping. Draco kept a slow pace, almost teasingly slow. Your body was begging for more but Draco wanted to hear it, needed to hear it. He could see you getting restless at the gentle pace but he needed more from you so he delicately removed his finger, which was met with an annoyed groan from you. Sliding his digit up your soaking slit, he brought his finger to your sense bud. Rubbing in careful circles, you felt your need for Draco grow even stronger.

"Please, I need more"

"Tell me what you want baby"

"I want your fingers. Want to cum. Please make me cum"

This was what he needed, you falling apart for him. Begging for something as simple as him to finger fuck you, and god the sound of you was better than he imagined. A cocky smirk grace his whiskey coated lips before colliding his lips with yours, a collision of tongues and teeth but it was exactly what you both craved. The messy kiss resembled the messy dynamic you were both about to enter.

Placing his attention back on your weeping hole, he broke away from the kiss. You felt your eyes flutter shut as he entered two of his thick digits into you, this time at a harsh speed. Moans were escaping your body as your orgasm built but Draco was quick to drink them up. The combination of the anticipation and how he was perfectly hitting every spot whilst massaging your clit was getting you there quicker than ever before.

Draco could feel your body getting closer to release, clenching and tensing against his fingers. "Cum for me, show me what a little slut you are."

His words were what pushed you over the edge as you came hard all over your boss's hand. You connected your mouths again in a brief moment of ecstasy. Breaking away from the kiss, you rested your head on his shoulder attempting to catch your breath.

You could feel his harden length through his trousers and the feeling alone was enough to make you need more. Carefully grazing your hand over the evident bulge, you felt the man tense under you.

Before you could do or say anything more, the phone rang.

The sharp sounds were enough to remind both of you that you were still in the office and technically still on the clock. Breaking your stare from the phone, you turned to Draco who simply stated "Better answer it sweetie, it is your job after all".

Rolls of frustration filled your body as you wished he would have simply thrown the phone out the window and taken you on the desk but no, here you were. Standing up from his lap, you picked up the phone.

"Hello, Mr Malfoy's Office. Y/N Speaking."

"Oh, Y/N, hello. I was hoping you would answer" You knew that buttery voice, Astoria Greengrass. Ex-wife of the man who just made you cum, of the man you were hoping to fuck.

"Hi Ms. Greengrass, how are you?" As you said her name, you spotted Draco rise from his chair.

Astoria started on a small rant about how hard dating is as a single mum but you could barely focus on her. The blond haired man had made his way behind your figure, and was slowly undressing you. Button after button until your bra-covered chest was exposed, a quick zip of your skirt left you standing in only your panties and finally, Draco decided to rid you of your panties as well with a quick rip of the fabric.

Whilst Astoria talked your ear off, Draco leaned down towards the other and whispered "Be a good girl and do your job, okay".

You shakily nodded whilst attempting to focus on the words the woman was speaking but you were rendered incapable when you felt his enlarged tip tease your folds. You couldn't help but intake a sharp breath.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Astoria paused, she was always a thoughtful woman who made sure Y/N was leaving enough time for herself between work but now here Y/N was, fucking Astoria's ex-husband whilst on the phone to the woman herself.

"Yep, I'm sorry. I jus-" Her sentence interrupted by Draco fully entering her tight pussy. His cock stretching her out in ways she had never experienced, she couldn't help but whimper in an attempt to hold back a moan. "I stubbed my toe really hard. It's all okay truly."

"Always hurts more than it should." You attempted a chuckle at the woman's remark but it became a strangled moan as Draco picked up the pace. Astoria continued "Anyways, sorry for ranting but I was calling to remind Draco about Scorpius' play on Tuesday, can you please make sure his schedule is clear".

"Yes, of course I will." You manage to respond, trying to focus on being professional rather than focusing on your boss pounding you into oblivion.

"Great, I won't keep you any longer. Thank you dear, have a good night."

You replied a quick 'You too' before slamming the phone down. A plethora of pent up moans rushed from your throat as you felt Draco's full size threaten to split you open, you had never felt this full and god, you loved it.

His slender hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer to his chest and gaining more force. "What a good little whore you are! Taking my cock like you were built for me". His words made you clench around him which caused an guttural moan to escape the dominant man.

"Please sir, I need more. I need to cum, please." You were close to seeing stars but you needed more, you craved more.

Draco had never felt more powerful than he did at that moment. Slipping out of you before lifting your body as if you were a ragdoll for his amusement, you were now seated against his desk and face to face with him as he re-entered your soaking pussy dangerously slow. The new angles were enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head, moaning strings of swears as you approached your peak.

The pale businessman pounded you with such force you thought his desk might break under the pressure, holding your hips so tightly that you were sure to have bruises the following morning. Moans of your name graced the man's lips as he approached his orgasm, as his pace faltered and became uneven.

Grabbing your throat with force, Draco brought his face down to yours. "Cum for me."

His words were all you needed as you felt your climax hit you like a freight train. Moaning his name so loudly that you suspected anyone left in the building would have heard. Your vision darkened as the pleasure rolled over you in waves, feeling the release of all the late nights with your hands between your legs whilst fantasies of Draco fuelled you. The reality was better than the fantasy.

Your climax had left you clenching Draco, milking him dry as he released inside of your warm welcoming pussy. All frustration from work was gone, all the desire he felt for you was enhanced, just everything was right in this moment. He felt his cock soften and carefully slipped himself out, watching as his seed slowly trailed down your plump pussy.

Catching your breath, you slipped off the desk before finding yourself in Draco's arms once again. "That was incredible but I am still mad you fucked me whilst I spoke to your ex-wife"

"Very bold aren't I, kitten?. You have to do your job, no matter what" He chuckled. "What did she want anyways?"

"Wanted me to remind you about Scorpius' play on Tuesday." Answering in a nonchalant tone, which is never how you spoke to him but you were now feeling the repercussions of what just happened and were feeling insecurity, causing you to use attempted nonchalance to hide it. "So I guess I will see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, technically. I will see you tomorrow as well but for now, we are heading to back to my house. Have some dinner and see what happens from there." His gaze was often fierce and stubborn but now it was gentle and almost hopeful, showing that he was also scared of what this meant for your relationship, but hoped that you wouldn't reject his offer of something more romantic.

Even with already flushed cheeks, his words caused light blush to appear "That sounds like a perfect plan to me, Draco."

Draco's fears were put to rest as soon as he heard his name roll of your tongue. You may be wrapped around his finger but he was wholly wrapped around yours. Just took a bold move to release the truth.

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i have a request! how would the courtiers react if they were there when mc broke a leg/how would they act throughout the healing process? -broken leg anon :3

ksdjfldsk I hope ur recovery is going/will go well, dear! And I hope this brings you some happiness <3

The coutiers with a broken leg mc

Volta

she jumps 50 feet in the air no joke

she heard the crack and that so unsettling break of ur leg and

She runs faster than ever to get you actual helps since she’s kinda, not good in the medical field-

She doesn’t know how much she can help with ur recovery-

but she tries!

she actually offers you food?? and everyone looks at her when she does it bc-

She’s never done that with anyone before??

She does check in with you when she remembers to!

hugs <3 (she’s very tiny dont squeeze too hard)

i wouldnt ask her to help you get anywhere since she’s not built for that but she tries to make sure there’s someone to help-

You groaned, pulling yourself to sit up. Immediately you could smell something amazing. You looked over to see a gorgeous plate of food on your bedside table. There was a hurried note beside it, most obviously in volta’s handwriting. (And drool?? on the paper?)

‘I hope this helps you feel better, countess mentioned yesterday was hard for you.

- Volta’

Valerius

you can see the immediate disgust and concern mixed on his face when he hears a crack

takes one look at your leg and almost throws up

mans almost went to vlademar but knew they’d just cut ur leg off most likely

When ur leg is finally not..a mess

he is checking in on you and helping in his own way

he does this by watching ur body language, if ur tense he gets literally everyone to either leave u alone or- not be shitty

no do not ask for any physical help or affection in public <3 he’ll walk away from u

if anyone asks he literally goes into hard denial

he won’t let you drink with him bc well- if you get drunk with a broken leg he’s not responsible for whatever you break next

no he will not help you *putting his arm out to keep you stable*

You gave yourself a slight reminder to thank Valerius later. The halls were quiet, and easy for you to make your way through. Valerius had people clear out certain places that had been way too cluttered for you to move through. Now you didn’t have to take the long routes, thank god. When you got to your seat at the table you saw a little note under your plate.

‘Don’t break anything else, people complain too much when they have to clean.

- Valerius’

Vlastomil

dear god no

he screams so loud when he sees your leg all twisted

everyone in the palace starts running to you bc of his screech

he does stay near you but mostly to see if this will permanently damage you

always describes you as a fragile creature compared to his baby worms

the one who always keeps you balanced with no complaints

probably gifts you a worm based gift (throw it away and he’ll cry)

literally forces you to relax sometimes bc ur getting cranky about not being able to walk properly

do not let him cook for you. that’s portias job and he’ll burn the palace down

appreciate him bc if he’s gone ur stuck with Valerius to keep you balanced

You let out a little huff, giving Vlastomil a soft thank you. He doesn’t respond but appreciates it nonetheless. When he leaves you, there’s a note in your pocket. You didn’t think him to be the one to be sneaky..

‘Humans are such fragile creatures, maybe you’d be even cuter as a worm. For now keep yourself in one piece. I’ll keep working on that work idea..

- Vlastomil’

Vulgora

literally laughs at you when they hear that crack

You have to yell and throw a shoe at them to get them to go get help

they aren’t much help at all in any field of recovery besides physical therapy if you need it

you heard me. physical therapy.

they move all the time, they know if something is way wrong with how youre moving

they’re really harsh with words but they do try to help you move better

how else are they supposed to fight you on fair grounds mf

you’ll actually owe them a lot of thanks for this,

they’re good at helping you get used to walking after you no longer need to be so careful

they wanna see how your fighting styles changed after this </3

You let out a sigh, you knew you’d have hell to pay after asking Vulgora for help but jesus. You didn’t expect them to keep running their mouth the whole time. Ignoring the talking though, you had to be grateful for how patient they were being. When you finally got done with Vulgora, you found a note on your nightstand. Classic all small caps Vulgora handwriting.

‘DONT BREAK ANYTHING ELSE. HELPING YOU TAKES FOREVER AND IM READY TO DUEL AGAIN. LETS HAVE A FIGHT ONCE YOU CAN MOVE PROPERLY!

- VULGORA’

Vlademar

oh no

no actually that’s all they say when your leg breaks-!

they’re super iffy to be around but, what’s the point in just examining your leg??

they actually fix you up and don’t rip you open???

you shouldn’t be surprised, if they were going to examine you they would’ve already done it

“this isn’t a big deal vlademar” “if i don’t have you in perfect condition soon the fools body will get ruined >:((“

it’s mostly about the body but? if they’ve gotten attached to you it’s a lot more than that

basically the mother hen over you out of everyone

also the one who assigned them all the jobs of how to help you

(they’re very disappointed in Valerius 😐)

very content with themselves when you’re all fixed up

You shiver at the coldness of Vlademar’s hands. “Is this really necessary to check Vlademar-?�� Their look is immediately shutting you up. “Yes, I’ve got to make sure the fools body and you are fully intact.” Once theyve finally stopped looking all over your leg for any injury left, they let you go. Leaving a note on your desk.

‘Let’s keep you healthy. I wouldn’t want you or the fools body disappearing so soon. I’ll check in again soon.

- Vlademar’

[devondespresso]

hey @outpastthebrakers hows it feel to be so objectively correct??

like so true bestie 😌 also this inspired a realllllyyy long tangent or two (at least longer than normal for me) so yea uh beware that

i definitely see eddie as the kinda guy to be able to talk about it no problem (its the 80s so im assuming you're average cis dude gets super grossed out by it so naturally eddie decided to be The Opposite™ and also because hes seen how embarrassed some girls get about it so he wants to make sure they don't have to feel like theyre weird for it around him and probably hellfire by extension) but he has exactly 0 experience actually *seeing* it obv. so i can definitely see eddie walking into the bathroom one fine summer day and making eye contact with the red water sitting in the sink and just. panicking. and the smell being even vaguely similar to blood would not help. he wanders back into the living room like "uhh guys is that... blood.. in the sink" and robin bring used to steve not giving a fuck is all dramatic like "uggghhhh yes its mineee ill get it i gUESS" while eddies just kinda standing there wondering why no one seems worried about blood until he connects the dots like "OH sorry. do you like.. want help??" and robins like "nah its fine Steves on laundry duty tonight so ill just throw it in in the washer and make him deal with it" (and steves like "you're welcome btw 💅")

afterwards hes still a little freaked out but absolutely pretends like hes chill and he mostly can ignore it because hey! a whopping 2/3rds (or 3/4ths if we're subscribed to nancy being there too which i absolutely am) of the people in their apartment dont mind cleaning it up!

also i can like vividly see robin being a little shit about the "its just blood" thing (because yea kinda is and just saying "bleeding" is the most common way to describe it but if robins anything like me then she knows the details about it and likes reminding people its actually worse) so while eddies finally getting used to it cause hes like "well yea its just blood right? and its not coming from any serious injuries or anything so its nothing to be worried about" robin decides now is the perfect time to tell him "no actually its from one of my organs ripping itself apart because its pissed that i didn't get pregnant. theres like organ tissue and stuff in there 🙂" and eddie looks to nancy like "is she fucking with me" (she is but shes not lying at least)

SPEAKING OF MY LOVE NANCY i think that with growing up in a household with Ted (fuckin) Wheeler and Rowdy Pre-teen Boy Mike Wheeler (sorry not sorry mike) and basically living in the textbook definition of Traditional Gender Norms, Nancy would be the kinda girl to be really secretive about her period. like im talking passing stuff quickly under the table like theyre drugs, hiding it up her pant leg to walk to the bathroom, ALWAYS having extra stuff with her because god forbid someone see a stain and Know. so once she starts living with Robin leaves-her-bloodied-panties-in-the-sink Buckley and Steve ive-cleaned-up-worse-bloodstains Harrington (and even eddie who doesn't mind talking about it) she starts to feel more comfortable with it and will mention it from time to time (aka complain about the pain because she deserves to and i cannot count the number of times I've walked around pretending i was not in incredible pain). she definitely keeps most of her old habits (so no bloody sink panties from her) but i think the mental switch from "this is a gross secret i have to keep" to "this is a thing that happens and its ok to talk about casually" would make her noticably less stressed.

anyway yea theyre a bunch of silly little guys living their silly little lives and sometimes theres bloody clothes in the sink 💅

on the topic of stobin having No Boundaries and because i recently had to experience my period after several months of blissful non-period-ness (healthily and intentionally i promise im not like severely-not-ok):

my lovely only child robin in a household where the women presumably outnumber the man moving in with steve after everything and just. forgetting to take her bloodied panties out of the bathroom sink (the most convenient place to let them soak in cold water before throwing them in the wash) (im hoping to fuckin god here that this is a universal afab experience and not just a me-and-my-sibling-are-strange-fucks thing)

it takes two, mayyybe 3 instances before steves just completely unbothered. hes washed (his own!!) blood out of plenty of clothes at this point and has seen way more gruesome shit than organ lining that at least supposed to leave the body so despite being an amab only child he Does Not Give A Shit. at first he'll just casually remind her its there with that type of euphemism Me and The Girls™ enjoy using to make it sound badass ("Robbie you've got a crime scene left in the bathroom" "sorry ill get it before the police arrive") but after a while it becomes a definitely normal thing so sometimes when robins having a rough week he'll clean it up real quick and not mention it, because after all its just blood and at least no one has to go to the hospital for it this time

[taechaos]

Little Secret

pairing: step-dad!Jungkook x fem!Reader

synopsis: From a fun celebration to not getting to the bathroom on time, you pee yourself in the middle of the living room and your step-dad has to take care of you.

warnings: smut, pseudo-incest, urine, fingering in tub, dubcon

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this is the disgusting fic i was talking about 🥰 not proofread, just smth i wrote in one day for fun. enjoy as long as u dont hate piss lol 😔👍

It's a night of celebration—the end of high school. It's the best celebration yet because you, after surviving hell of twelve years, are at the legal age to drink in a bar with your friends; the best night you can recall in your drunken state. Dancing, singing karaoke, giggling: pure joy.

So why are you crying while stumbling around in the living room? You sob and hiccup with a hand over your face and the other holding the couch for support. It has never been so difficult to stand straight, and you're thankful your mother's sleep is so heavy that she wouldn't wake up from your wails. 

But your step-dad's sleep is as light as a cat's, and you don't hear his heavy footsteps or grumbles as he climbs down the stairs. He rubs the sleep away from his eyes and they widen the moment they lay on you. He's about to call your name until his eyes trail down to the dark patch on your jeans. He doesn't need to ask why you're crying so loudly; it's easy to tell you're under the influence, and well, it apparently makes you very emotional since you're so upset about peeing your pants. 

But you're not exactly doing anything about it.

"Oh, it's okay," Jungkook coos and walks over to you to bring you into a light hug. 

You snuggle your face into his loose white shirt and sniffle. "I didn't– I didn't mean to," you snivel. "I-I couldn't get to the," you inhale shakily, "b-bathroom on time."

"That's okay," he runs his fingers through your hair soothingly, equally disheveled as his. "Don't cry, sweetheart. It happens; it's not a big deal. We'll get you cleaned up."

"I-I ruined it!"

"The washing machine—"

"No," you whimper pathetically, "it's ruined. My denim—" your head rolls back along with your eyes to the back of your skull. You go limp for a few seconds, and Jungkook holds you tightly. Just as he's about to ask you if you're alright, you continue, "the denim is forever ruined!"

Stepping away from his clutches, you rub your palms against the knees of your jeans and then the damp crotch area. The crotch and knees feel different; it makes your face scrunch up in sorrow. "Never the same," you exhale in a trembling voice.

Jungkook watches you in surprise and amusement. You tend to be closed off around him, well in the past year that he's been married to your mother at least. It makes him feel guilty to like you better drunk—extroverted.

"We'll get you new jeans then," he tries to comfort, but you only shake your head. 

"Feel it."

He sighs with a breathy chuckle and feels your jeans as you asked. He touches your pockets and then your crotch, practically cupping your heat. It's still warm with your urine and you pout at the look he gives you. You misinterpret it as disappointment, but it's a look of suppressing laughter. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. I'll wash it, okay? Your mother won't know."

You scoff and wipe your tears away. "Thank you. I-I'm very sorry, so sorry."

"Don't be. Let's go to your room," he slings his arm around your shoulder and walks you upstairs. You hold onto his waist and keep your gaze downcast. 

Your hiccups don't cease when you face the door of your bedroom. He twists the doorknob and lets you enter first. With puckered lips and tear stains on your face, you wait for him to come after you. He does, and then turns away from you. "Hand your jeans over to me, okay? I won't look."

He hears you shuffling behind him, and you don't take long to place the tainted pants in his waiting open palm. Your feet don't stay planted on the floor and you eventually land on your bed. The bathroom is right behind you, but you can't muster the energy to sit up nor open your eyes. "My underwear," you mumble with the side of your face squished against the sheets. 

At your indirect request, he cranes his neck and takes a peek at you. You're lying on your stomach and his eyes unintentionally travel to your ass. For being your step-dad, he thinks it to be okay for him to drink in this erotic sight. It isn't as if he's about to take advantage of a drunk girl, no less his step-daughter.

"You can't take them off?"

"Mm-mm," you shake your head.

He blows out a deep breath and stands before your feet. The sight of your wet panties isn't meant to be attractive, but it does get his stomach in knots. He grabs the edges of your underwear and asks you to lift your hips, which you do sluggishly. They're off within seconds and he picks up your jeans from the floor before aiming to exit. He has to get out and cleanse his mind of all his filthy thoughts from seeing your bare pussy two inches from his mouth. "Don't fall asleep before taking a shower first," he reminds with flushed cheeks and pushes the door open.

"Help me," you whine childishly before he can leave. 

He sighs your name as if exhausted—reluctant.

"Please!"

As if it's not bad enough that he got a small glimpse of your pussy, now you're asking him to give you a shower while completely naked. He's trying to be respectful by keeping his focal point at bay, but your ass is still hanging out while you're on the verge of a tantrum.

"Oh God," he mutters to himself and pinches the bridge of his nose. He gives in.

After throwing your dirty clothes in the washing machine downstairs, he returns quickly so he doesn't catch you fast asleep. Thankfully you're still awake, but not so alert.

He warns you to keep your eyes open while he fills the tub in your bathroom. There's a water bottle on your bedside table, which he tells you to drink lots from until he's back. He throws in a pink bath bomb sitting on the edge of your tub so you can hopefully relax. Never has he seen someone be in such a childlike headspace after drinking.

But childlike doesn't fit the current scenario when he's lying under your naked body in his boxers in the bathtub because you seem to be a lot clingier when drunk. You don't move a lot, which is a plus, but your butt is pressed against his crotch, which doesn't make the situation any better. 

"I'm sorry," you slur sleepily, "I really didn't mean to." He can pick up the strong scent of vodka lingering around you better in this position.

He tightens his arms around your shoulders with his hands clasped above your chest as he whispers, "Don't apologize, sweetheart. You won't remember this when you wake up, and I'll keep it a secret. Don't you worry about a thing."

"Why are you crying?" he asks softly when you start to sob again. It's a dry cry, and he's certain you don't know what you're doing yourself at this point.

"I can't do anything," you complain, "I'm so tired and-and I can't move."

He stays silent so you can comfortably babble on and on about nothing until you say, "Wash me. Please."

Jungkook lightly pecks your neck and eyes your tits before dipping his hands in the warm, pinkish water and scrubbing your shoulders. You sigh at his gentle touch, prompting him to switch to your knees. "My knees are not dirty," you grumble incoherently.

"Hm? You're not dirty?"

"I'm not dirty there."

"And you're dirty where?" He's teasing you, knowing exactly where you want to be cleaned, but that'd further agonize him with how little freedom his erection has under the tight restraints of his briefs. It wouldn't be appropriate of him to use you to get rid of it, but is it against the law to simply bathe you?

"Down," you vaguely murmur.

He can't see anything of your lower region from the courtesy of the blanket of colorful hue that the bath bomb transitioned to, which both annoys and relieves Jungkook. But his hand only listens to you as it trails down to your pelvis. "Here?"

You nod against his shoulder, and that's all the confirmation he needs to palm your vulva. You gasp and slightly jump before adjusting to the feeling of his hand. The adjustment proves to be futile when a small moan slips past your lips at his fingers grazing your labia. 

“You want me to stop?”

“No, no,” you breathe with a shake of your head. “I want to be clean, otherwise no sleep.”

“That’s right,” he chuckles and starts running his fingers down your folds. Stopping at your clit, he starts to circle the hood to thoroughly give you the cleaning you desire so much. It isn’t with any ill intentions that he gently cups your pussy and moves it up and down while you squeak out moans without shame. After a few rubs and touches, he's confident there is no more remaints of your drunk mistake. “You’re clean now, love. Want to go to bed?”

“I’m not,” you whine loudly and hold his wrist to keep his hand in place. “I’m not clean,” you cry out and he knows you’re going to start sobbing again, which you do—except your volume might risk waking your mother.

He tries to hush you, but you don’t stop with the crocodile tears. “Baby, baby, look at me,” he pulls your face by your chin, but you escape his grip easily and continue with your tantrum. “I won’t clean you if you don’t look at me.”

With your newfound defiant attitude, it's with a few huffs and puffs that you finally face him and he silences your sniveling with a press of his lips. It's not a kiss in his defence; neither of you are moving your mouths, which he appreciates now that you've gone quiet.

Now that the risk of your mother waking is taken care of, his hand is on your hidden heat again. At this point, it's easy to tell you're not worried about being clean anymore. You aren't sleepy, though you keep your eyes closed from being in this intimate proximity with Jungkook, you're in need of a climax. It's a shame that he's in a similar state as you, but if you're drunk to the point of asking your step-dad to touch you, it wouldn't be clever of him to ask you to return the favor.

Despite his clear lack of vision, Jungkook is a human anatomy professor and he finds your clit and squeezes it between two fingers easily, not to mention he's already experienced in the sex field. Your lips part into a whine and he opens his mouth to swallow your sounds as he slowly rubs your clit.

You lean into the—now labelled as—kiss needily, and he lowers his hand to poke at your entrance with his middle finger. He stupidly peeks an eye open to see if he's located it correctly, but your subtle thrust is approval enough. He cautiously shoves it inside your tightness and uses his palm to continue pleasuring your sensitive nub, grabbing your tit with his other hand to play with your nipple. 

"Oh God, hmmm," you moan against his lips and sloppily make out with him, smearing your slick saliva all over. He hums into you, unbothered by your raw affection as he thrusts his finger inside and pinches your nipple to get you to cum faster. He can't have you sobering up any time soon.

"Are you close, love?"

You murmur something in response, but it's not intelligible enough for him to understand, so he assumes you're at least getting somewhere. He quickens the pace of his thrusts, his palm against your clitoris; massages your boob more roughly and moves his mouth down to kiss your neck. As he's giving you a small love bite, your breathing turns into mere gasps with little broken moans. If he could, he would add a second finger to your pussy, but your clenching hole doesn't feel so ready when he curls his knuckle. 

You clutch onto his hair, chanting, "I'm gonna pee again, I'm gonna pee again…" 

"Try to hold it in, baby," he cuts in hoarsely without ceasing his movements. He does slow down when your legs start to shake and tremble, splashing the water as you do as he leaves calming pecks on your neck, collarbone, and a few on your lips. Not as a warning to lower your voice—your last moans are ones to savour—but to ride out your high. He has no idea if you did squirt in the tub, but he isn't going to take another shower to wash it down. He wants to feel it on his skin.

He can feel your pounding heartbeat under his hand as your body spasms and grinds on his erection. A moment of silence passes with your shaky inhales and exhales while he pets your hair. 

When he feels you calm down, he asks, "Do you feel clean now?"

"Bed."

"Alright," he whispers and kisses your cheek. Your eyes are closed and he predicts you'll be fainting soon, so he pulls the plug with ease and waits for the water to drain before pulling you up by your pits. It's a bit of a struggle because of your slippery wet skin, as well as the water weight on you, but manages to get you out and immediately throws you on the bed. He grabs a towel hanging on the bathroom door and dries you before himself.

Jungkook considers himself an honorable man most of the time, but he can't refrain from jerking off to your naked body while you doze off. Like he said, you won't remember a thing, so it'll be his little secret as he releases on your tits with a groan. He wipes off the evidence of his unorthodox actions, pecks you and your pretty little pussy before dressing you in your pajamas. 

He puts on his clothes and tucks you in before leaving your room with a quiet, "Good night, sweetheart."

All there's left to do is persuade you into doing this again while sober, because he didn't marry your wretched bitch of a mother after two months of meeting if not to have you all for himself. He doesn't mind letting you in on that one secret with time.

[omiscurls]

I love your writing and how much you’re able to bring out the true personalities of each character!! I was wondering if you could do Kaeya, Xiao, Diluc, Zhongli, and Childe celebrating y/n’s bday. (My birthday was a couple of days ago but I didn’t receive any greetings from my genshin team for some reason... 😔)

happy birthday

a/n: SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! as for your problem, have you tried looking in character>voiceover>voicelines? the wishes should appear there, i dont know what happened if they don't

plot: celebrating the reader's birthday

contains: kaeya, diluc, tartaglia, xiao, zhongli

warnings: brief mentions of alcohol, otherwise pure fluff

kaeya

a surprise party

to be completely honest, kaeya barely cares about his own birthday enough to even remember the date

and obviously he does remember yours, how could he not, but- he's just not used to celebrating, you know?

so watch him know very well your birthday is coming up, with a mindset like: "okay, you've got time, you'll figure something great out, it's gonna be amazing"

and the day or two before he realizes, he indeed wants to do something great and amazing, but he completely ran out of time

fortunately, who cares about reservations when your brother's a bar owner, right?

he figures out that if he waits till sunset with the party he still has an entire day he can spend of preparing everything he needs

so as you sleep peacefully, he sneaks out of the room at the break of dawn, ready to work his ass off

he doesn't want you feeling bad, after all, right?

the thing is, you do start to feel a bit bad, as an entire morning goes by, and not only is kaeya nowhere in sight, literally nobody is! you walk through the streets of mondstadt, looking for any familiar face to spend the time with, but the city seems awfully empty of your friends. you end up having fun at diona's cat's tail, her complaining about everyone, and you, surprisingly, joining in, but it still doesn't replace the companion of your friends.

you go over your day as per usual, and decide to bake yourself a cake, since you think that'll cheer you up. you run out of flour, though, so it's necessary to go over to the store and stock up on some. right as you cross the city's main square, you run into diluc.

"oh, sorry, haven't seen you" you say, not even lifting up your face to look at who's chest did you bump on, until he grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

"someone looks dejected" he says, and you almost want to punch him for not realizing why. instead of doing that, however pleasing it sounds, you just shrug your shoulders. "come on, you look like you could use a special drink of mine"

and with that, he pulls you towards angel's share, letting you complain about your day, though you don't explicitly say it's your birthday, still mad he didn't remember that on his own.

"so he completely ditched you without a word?" he acts surprised and offended "that's so awful-" he continues, opening the door before you.

just as he opens it, and you hear the word "awful" you see the bar as if for the first time. flowery garlands are up beneath the ceiling, the tables are arranged differently and covered with colorful, pastel table cloths, music is playing. the backdoor is opened and you see the outside of the building decorated in a similar manner, candles and fairy lights spread all over the place.

the sun is slowly setting over the buildings visible through the back door, and the atmosphere inside borders on magical, but to top that all off-

"happy birthday!" you hear a lot of voices shout, and your eyes widen at the sight of all those who you hold dear present. you can't help but smile, seeing all of them cheer, grinning from ear to ear.

"i-" you look over at diluc "how'd you pull this off?"

you swear you saw him crack a soft smile before admitting that he in fact, didn't. you're about to ask who did, then, but you're interrupted by a silvery voice, coming from behind you.

"i did" the voice says, a hand moving to cover your eyes "wanna guess who?" you hear a whisper inches away from your ear, shaking from surprise.

affection swells in your chest as you quietly say "kaeya", your smile growing fondler, knowing that aside from all your friends, he's here too, and as a mastermind, at that.

"hope you don't hold leaving you by yourself for a couple of hours against me" he continues, arms sneaking around your waist, chin rested on your shoulder "d'ya like it?"

emotion gets the better of you, and you don't know what to say, so choose only to nod eagerly.

"a lot" you finally whisper, much to kaeya's satisfaction.

"happy birthday, then" he says, suddenly pulling away from you, as to exclaim loudly "attention everyone!!" he takes a fork to ring on his glass "i hereby declare, that the next round's on me!"

cheers fill the room, along with one "yea right" and another "like we'd believe that" before the owner of the bar speaks up as well.

"as much as i'd like to see that" diluc settles "today's drinks are on the house."

diluc

a magical evening

so he’s a fan of planning

not a diehard fan, but a fan nonetheless 

it’s just, he would rather have things planned ahead than wake up a day before and not know what to do (like a kaeya) like an idiot.

so you bet he has already calculated how much time he has left the moment you told him the date of your birthday.

unlike kaeya, he prefers to be working alone, but also likes to keep his plans a surprise. he himself hates surprises, but has to admit, doing one for someone else is quite the fun 

he stays quiet about your birthday coming up until the very last moment, and if you want to ask him if he wants to do anything with you that day, he says he already has something in mind, you know, nonchalantly. as if he hadn’t been thinking about it for archons know how long 

he’ll wake up before you just to wish you a happy birthday the moment you wake up, and he might be unusually affectionate for a bit, but don’t even bother asking what he has planned out - he won’t tell, not even if you beg. 

diluc wanted to kick you out of the house all day. “oh, there’s shopping to be done” “oh, this lady wanted to talk to you”, or “you know, come to think of it, didn’t jean say she had something she’d wanted to show you for your birthday?” every lame excuse in the book, he has used it. 

you decide to finally grant him what he so obviously wanted, and leave, choosing to walk all around the city, and even outside the gates, you make it quite a trip, not knowing when to come back. 

you smile upon thinking about how secretive he tried to be, but how even he, the mighty descendant of one of the noble families of mondstadt, a man as collected and stoic as can be, couldn’t contain his excitement. you saw all his little side smiles and the way he bit his lip a little after settling today’s rough plans with you, he was so happy, you’re satisfied just by seeing that, sometimes forgetting the real reason for why he was actively plotting something. 

you walk and walk, and then walk some more, but your legs start to hurt, and you’re growing hungry, so you decide to finally get back home. 

when you approach the winery, you can see the lights in the ballroom are lit up from a mile away. your heart can’t help but flip with excitement, since diluc hates using the room, hates throwing parties, and would much rather just forget it exists. 

it’s a beautiful venue though, looks like something out of a fairytale, and you always tell him how much you love it. it’s no surprised he decided to use it, but you can’t wait to see it anyway. 

as you get closer to the building, it becomes more and more apparent that the ballroom isn’t the only place that got upgraded to a five star level for one night and one night only. the building looks amazing, and the gates are open all the way, as if there was a party to be thrown and guests to arrive any time soon. 

but as you’re welcomed into the mansion, there’s no one else in the hall, other than a dressed up diluc, his hair in a high pony, just how you always said you liked it, wearing a suit you hadn’t seen on him since... well, you don’t even recall. 

“well, if it isn’t my honorary guest” he announces with an official tone, almost making you a bit flustered. 

“what’s all this? am i not, i don’t know, underdressed?” you giggle nervously, and he approaches you, a tiny little black box in his hand. 

“you could wear a potato sack and shine brighter than all the stars together” he says softly, showing you the little box. “and as tradition orders, happy birthday.”

you carefully open the box, a simple, silver necklace resting on the little cushion inside. you take it out, and watch the ornament, but can’t for the life of you figure out what it is. 

“you see” diluc provides an explanation “it’s a common thing to do to gift someone jewellery as a gift, and almost as common to have necklaces with your star constellation. that is, the allignment the stars were in the moment you were born. but i decided, that i wanted to give you one with the alignment that shone on the sky on the happiest day of my life. well, according to mona it did.” 

you stay silent for a second, astonished with the present, before asking 

“and that is?”

“the day we met.”

tartaglia

how to surprise your lover 101

when i tell you this boy knew EXACTLY WHAT HE WAS DOING from the moment he first thought of it

now. he loves celebrating, anything, really, the atmosphere of a party is almost magnetic to him

he grew up thinking every person deserves to have an amazing day once a year, only about themselves, so it’s very obvious to him that he IS doing something, and it needs to be huge

now, in a family as big as his, it was hard to keep things a secret, so he developed a whole plan on how to avoid having you finding out what he was planning

and that is: by having you know

it’s really getting annoying, how everybody keeps walking up to you, for a good week now, and asking if you’re excited for the big party childe’s throwing. the first time you hear it, you almost immediately run to confront him about it, since you explicitly said that a party, a big one, at that, is the last thing you want.

he obviously says that it’s nothing, and you needn’t worry about that. not that you trust his words, obviously, but you let it go, partly because you know how attached he is to the idea of a huge celebration, and partly because arguing with someone as stubborn can really be tiring.

so you settle, and fake a smile for every conversation with the alleged “guests” for your alleged party, thinking you’ll just suffer through it and then just do something with your childe the next day, having yourself plan it.

the wait is stressful, and when you finally see tartaglia walk through your bedroom door, dressed up really nicely, with a soft ribbon to tie on your eyes, so you wouldn’t see anything before it’s “time”, you almost want to ditch him, but that would be too rude.

complying begrudgingly, you let him guide you through the city, feeling the cold evening air hit your skin, wondering where did he set up this party of his, since you don’t hear anything.

oh god, is everyone gonna jump out of hiding yelling “happy birthday”? please, not that, at least not that.

when he finally unties the material covering your eyes, you see nothing but a wooden platform at the end of the harbor, with a blanket set up, some really nice-smelling food and what appears to be champagne laying on it. the sun is setting slowly behind the mountains in the distance, the only sound you hear being waves crushing on the rocks.

you can’t help but gasp.

“but” you turn around to face childe with a questioning look “what about the party?”

“what party?” he looks surprised “i never said anything about any party” he adds with a knowing smirk.

as you analyze your surroundings, he watches you with a soft smile.

“come on, don’t be so shocked now” he finally says “i know you better than to plan you something you’d hate. i’m not THAT much of an asshole”

his giggle sounds almost too good in the beautiful scenery around you, and you can’t help but let your eyes water for a little while, before rapidly blinking the tears back.

“is this more similar to what you’ve dreamed of?” he asks.

“yeah” you whisper “yes, it is”

“well, that’s the only thing that matters. shall we?” his hand points to the blanket, and you nod, smiling.

this may or may not be inspired by that one episode of Brooklyn 9-9

xiao

trying something new

birthdays? what’s that

you mean to tell him he has lived two thousand years of his life without realizing the day it was brought to him should be celebrated?

yup, no, you can explain it all you want, he still doesn’t get the idea. he just finds it to be way too trivial, okay?

what gets to him, though, is that there’s a custom of doing something meaningful for the person celebrating their birthday, to make them feel important

well, you should’ve led with that, that he can do!

he would never just go and straight up ask for help if he needed any. so don’t be surprised if you hear yet more new stories about the yaksha that allegedly lives near wangshu inn sneaking into the kitchen, or watching through the glass.

he spends HOURS waiting for the chef to finally prepare the dish he hopes for, and once he does, he follows every step very carefully. and then again. and again. and one more time, up until he feels he can do it himself.

when he finally gets to enter said kitchen, it’s already way past midnight, and everything is dark, barely visible. he manages to find his way around, though, preparing all the ingredients, and starting to mix them the same way the chef did.

turns out it’s not as easy as it looks, for example, he didn’t measure how long this thing is supposed to be cooked, or on what temperature, so the process gets a little messy at one point. he might even have to start over. like, twice, tops.

it’s already nearing dusk when he finishes, taking the fruit of his works with him.

as per usual, you wait for him on the roof, and as per usual you don’t realize he’s right behind you until he speaks up.

“happy birthday” he says out of the blue, causing you to jump up in shock.

“oh my, xiao, you scared me! again!” you laugh.

“it’s today, isn’t it?” he continues, as if he didn’t hear you. when he sees you nod, he awkwardly shows you the package he held behind his back, watching closely as you open it with a questioning look.

inside, there’s a carefully wrapped serving of almond tofu, it could use a little bit of touch ups, but it still looks and smells delicious nonetheless.

“did you do this yourself?” you turn around to face him, smiling in disbelief

“mhm” he gets a little flustered, and decides not to tell you about his little kitchen adventure. “is it… is it good?” he asks, and you smile even more fondly.

“why don’t you come over here and taste it with me?”

zhongli

one can never go wrong with a classic

zhongli knows every single tradition there is to know.

literally.

so you don’t have to even tell him anything - he knows. he might not know what to do with his knowledge, but he does know what would make you happy

this man is a gentleman who believes that some moves to make someone swoon never get old

he even got a free day from work just for the occasion, or he may just think he told hu tao that he wants it? either way, he’s not there. not like his boss isn’t used to it.

right as the clock strikes 5 pm, you hear a knocking on your door. checking how you look one last time, you smile to the reflection in the mirror, and walk over to answer.

as you open said door, you find yourself dumbfounded at the sight of a completely soaked zhongli, rain pouring heavily behind his back. his hair sticks to his face, and all the layers of his suit seem drenched to their very core, but a smile you see so rarely paints his face, as he presents you with a bouquet of flowers.

and my oh my, just how huge is it! he barely even manages to hold it in hand, and the flower crowns hide his entire chest and half his face when he places them in front of you.

“i believe this is for you” he says gently “are you ready to go?”

you can’t even find the right words, as you size the bouquet up, taking it from him with a quiet “thank you so much” before taking it back to the house, already in search of the right vase to put them in.

“may i come in and dry myself up a bit?” he asks, still from the doorstep, and you laugh before granting him the permission.

when the both of you are ready to go, you meet in the hallway, both smiling softly at the other, a bit awkwardly, as the beginning of every meeting is.

“you look even better than usually” he finally says, pride rising in his chest at how your grin widens.

“same goes for you, mr zhongli” you answer just as cheekily, waiting for what he’s gonna say next.

“well, thank you, but i don’t think today’s about me now, is it?” he counters with a bit of a side eye. “shall we go?” he points to the open door, and the both of you leave, you grabbing his arm to fit under one umbrella.

“may i ask where’re we going?”

you can’t miss the way his smile turns prideful and confident as he says:

“i” he accentuates “am taking you out to dinner”

he might feel a bit offended by how sarcastically you gasp at the revelation, but it’s okay. as long as he gets to see you laugh, it’s okay.

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So Far Away [3]

single father yoongi x preschool teacher yn; mechanic vmin

Living as a single father, Yoongi had to make many adjustments to his lifestyle, specifically in two aspects: his sleep schedule and dating. Both of which, he doesn't get to pay enough attention to.

Things all change when he meets YN - a warm-hearted girl who gives him butterflies and makes him feel as if he's floating on cloud nine.

Now, all that he has to do is get her to actually notice him.

Masterlist / i dont have a tag list / find me on twitter  /  word count: 3.3k

(author’s note: i love this story. i’m sorry, i really love yoongi so much. taehyung is the friend i wish i could have, or the friend i could be.)

(angst / fluff / smut / gore / yandere)

Chapter 3 - Satori

“What’s got you smiling all creepily like that?”

YN pokes her head out of the kitchen, your hair pulled out of your face with the help of a scarf, and your mouth twists into a scowl. “Something is going on and you aren't telling me.”

You carry the deep pot holding the spicy kimchi jjigae using oven mitts to protect your delicate hands and you place it on the miniature table in front of the taller man. “Oh, you’re such a wonderful wife.”

You tilt your head and ask, smartly, “When did we get married?”

“The day we met,” Taehyung replies, rolling his eyes and grabbing two bowl, putting one out in front of both of you. “You eat first.”

You smile, softly, before scooping a healthy spoonful out and pouring it into his bowl. “Don’t be silly.”

“I really hate when you do that,” he replies with no heat in his tone. He doesn’t even really mean it - he loves when you’re soft and sweet like this, because he knows this is your way of showing how much you care for him, but he wishes you would sometimes just do things for yourself. Be a little more selfish. Like him.

“No, you don’t,” you quip back, serving yourself a healthy bowlful of broth and extra rice. You settle down, crossing your legs in your lap and you asks, twisting your spoon in the bowl, mixing everything wonderfully until it resembled more like colorful mush than anything else. “Tell me about work. How did it go? Was everyone nice to you?”

He snorts and does the same to his food - the two of them eat in similar ways after living together for so long. “I’m not fifteen, YN.”

“First of all, I can worry regardless, and secondly, you wouldn’t think you were 24 with how immature you can be,” you scoff, putting more soup in his bowl with a considerate smile. You brandish the ladle as if it were a blade and you warn, “Talk, now, while I’m being nice about it.”

“I enjoy the place,” he informs you, mind bringing up images from his day, especially that of a particularly beautiful man with soft curls, wide eyes and puffy, soft lips. “It’s nice and the guys seem fun. The place felt warm, weirdly enough.”

You ask, burrowing your feet in his sweater and flexing your toes against his sternum, “It won’t get boring?”

“I don’t think so,” he replies, shifting so your feet would rest in his lap and you would be more comfortable. “I know I complained a lot at my last place, but I feel like this new spot could be really good for me.”

The smile on his face is earnest, and you feel yourself mirror his expression. “That’s all I wanted for you.”

“C’mon, Juicy,” he complains. “Enough about me and my feelings. I know you’ve been dying to wax your poetry about your crush.”

You shove him away using your foot and curl in on yourself, shyly. “There’s nothing to tell.”

“Liar!”

You glare at your best friend before letting out a sigh. “We talked today. Just in the morning. He picked up his daughter but he seemed to be in a rush so I couldn’t justify taking up more of his time.”

“Even though you wanted to?”

You nod, shyly. “He’s such a good dad. He’s so soft with her. She’s a little manic sometimes. High-energy. And that can be overwhelming. But he doesn’t get angry with her. He just talks to her warmly. Then, he gives her hugs and kisses instead of telling her off. It gives me butterflies.”

Taehyung nearly melts at the sight of his best friend. You’re so stinkin’ adorable.

Still, he wouldn’t be your best friend if he didn’t bully you, just a little. “You wish that was you, huh?”

You swat at him. “Stop teasing me!”

“I don’t know why you don’t just tell him you think he’s hot,” Taehyung suggests, brows raising slightly in amusement. “You’re smokin’ hot, and I’m assuming he is too. Your standards aren’t low in that regard.”

You let out a scandalized huff. “Are you saying my taste in men is bad?”

“Their personalities are almost always terrible,” he replies, with serious look. “It’s not your fault, of course. They’re really good liars and you’re too nice.”

Looking back, Taehyung should have just had your last boyfriend jumped and pulled his teeth out behind your back, but you had wanted to end things amicably. He hopes his sarcasm is obvious enough to be acknowledged.

“You don’t have a leg to stand on, if that’s the case,” she remarks, equally as gravely. “I seem to recall you dating a wanted felon some months ago.”

“But he had such a big dick,” he answers, almost despondently. “Plus, he let me top him and I never get to do that.”

“You’re so annoying,” you answer, kicking him once more, and he grabs your foot in a gentle grip. He uses his fingers to massage your ankles gently, but his expression is devious enough for you to feel nervous. You warn, trying to tug your leg out of his steel-like grip, “You know I’m ticklish, Tae. Don’t start.”

“I wouldn’t have started anything if you didn’t kick me,” he retorts. “Now, you’re gonna have to deal with the consequences.”

He draws his long fingers across the sole of your foot, concentrating on the fatty part under your big toe and he sends you reeling.

You wail, “Stop! I’m gonna pee!”

He laughs, manically, and tickles you more in earnest, until you are red-faced, teary-eyed and kicking wildly.

“If you knock over the food, you’re gonna have to clean it up,” he warns, before he starts back his assault. “Say you’re sorry and I’ll stop.”

He doesn’t let up with his tickling, in fact he goes harder when he sees how vulnerable you are, highlighting his more sadistic side. He likes when you’re free like this - hair wild and out of the scarf from your wiggling, smile bright and real and beautiful. You kick him at him but he’s definitely too strong for you, and within seconds you are pleading and apologizing.

He releases you instantly, and you run off to the bathroom to go relieve yourself, swearing and flushing angrily the entire way.

“Still got it,” he remarks to himself, reclining back against the sofa and turning up the TV. A new episode of their favorite show was starting. When he hears the toilet flushing in the other room, he calls, “Hey, stinky feet. Our show is on.”

You run in quickly, grabbing your bowl and switching off the lights. “Lemme snuggle.”

He moves slightly, opening his arms without taking his eyes off the TV as the introduction credits roll across the screen. You bundle yourself up in embrace, laying with your back against his stomach and you both hum along to the familiar soundtrack.

As the show rolls out in front of your eyes, you eat distractedly. Bringing your spoon to your mouth and chewing silently, eyes fixed and wide as the actors act their asses off, laughing when it is funny, and holding your breath when it was tense. Taehyung mirrors you perfectly, both of you existing as a reflection of the other.

He plays with your hair a little once he has finished his food and he needs something to do with his hands. He twists your curls around his finger, unraveling them and gently pulling them apart, loosening them. You don’t complain, liking the sensation of someone teasing your scalp with soft, caring hands.

This was your heaven - quiet time with your best friend, the person who knows you best in the world, eating comfort food and watching a show that fills you with joy.

If you could spend every day this way, you would.

——

Taehyung gets to work early after dropping YN off at the school. You had given him one of the spooky cupcakes that you had made the night before for your school’s Halloween party. It had a cauldron on it, a mish-mash of green, purple and orange smoke coming out of a black bowl. You had done them yourself late into the night. You were so proud of how they turned out, and he was happy because you were so excited to show off your work to the kids. He almost didn’t want to eat the cupcake, but it was delicious so, of course, it didn’t last five minutes.

You were dressed up like a fairy, with green wings and matching tights with your hair all curled and pretty. You even had glitter makeup on your face and in your hair, so you sparkled in the sunlight. You didn’t want to get the subway looking that way, which, first, he would have never allowed you to anyway, but he understood regardless.

Even though you both shared the car, he used to more because you only ever went to work and you caught the subway to your monthly sip-and-paint class in the city. He wasn’t exactly happy that you were living a life of a fifty-year-old divorcee but the most he had to worry about you doing at home was drinking too much of his wine and slipping into the bathtub again.

He nudges into the garage with his jacket half-open, both hands holding eight different cups of coffee in brown paper cup holders.

“Morning,” he calls and he hears five responses of varying enthusiasm across the garage. He walks past each man and gestures to their coffee with a nod of his head. “Hobi-hyung, black tea. Yuck. Namjoon-hyung, green tea with two sugars. Yoongi-hyung, iced americano. Double yuck. Jungkook, vanilla latte with cream. Jimin-hyung, caramel mocaccino with a pump of toffee. And for me, cappuccino with hazelnut syrup.”

“How do you remember everyone’s orders so well?” Jimin asks with a grateful smile as he nuzzles into the couch further, holding the hot drink closer to his chest. Cute.

“I worked as a bartender for like four years,” he answers, hopping onto the couch, slotting himself between Jimin and Jungkook. He throws his arm over Jungkook’s shoulder while the youngest employee half-heartedly shrugs him off. “Yah, are you still being prickly with me, Kookie?”

“Hyung, you’re heavy,” he complains, but he doesn’t shove him off completely. The youngest acted like a porcupine, but Taehyung has worn down moodier and more distant people in the past. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“Don’t mention it. I was getting breakfast for my girl and I and thought it would only be right,” he tells him. Jimin shifts a little and Taehyung casts a side-long glance at the older man. He looks good, but a little fussy. He always looks great, but something about him this early in the morning. His lips are puffy, his eyes are a little unclear, as if he’s still waking up. Taehyung wonders what he looks like first thing in the morning. He has to shake himself out of that line of thought immediately. You will not put your dick where you eat, he reminds himself. “I’m not sure if you guys have allergies so I didn’t get any food. Next time, though. I got it.”

“Free food? I take it back. Hyung, you’re my best friend,” Jungkook compliments, sidling closer to the older man and Taehyung snorts at his behavior.

“Is this how you flirt?”

Jungkook scoffs before he levels him with a firm stare. “If I were flirting, you’d know.”

Taehyung raises his eyebrow in challenge before he purses his lips. Jungkook was cute - in that cheeky little brother kind of way. He was much too buff for Taehyung’s tastes, but he was definitely handsome. And, Taehyung’s gaydar was pretty accurate, and he was giving very much limp wrist.

“If you guys are done sucking each other’s dicks,” Jimin grumbles, tightly, “What’s on the schedule for today, boss?”

Namjoon glances over the rim of his glasses as he sips his tea before he grabs the ledger and scans the pages quickly. “We have a couple of drop-offs later. Cleaning and touch-ups mostly. Yoongi, Ms Moon is coming later for you to do some shit to her engine. She said you’d know what she was talking about?”

Yoongi nods. “She said she kept hearing a weird sound when she drove for longer than an hour. I told her to bring it in and I’d look it over.”

“That old lady has such a crush on you,” Hobi remarks, eyes creasing in amusement. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she was lying just to get you alone.”

Yoongi’s neck turns ruddy in embarrassment, but he doesn’t deny the older man’s words.

“Speaking of crushes,” Jungkook starts, and instantly. Yoongi’s glare becomes poisonous. “Hyung, did you end up talking to her yet?”

“What’s this?” Taehyung asks, leaning forward, intrigued. He glances between the two men, locked in an impasse - a battle of the wills. Jungkook radiates nothing but pure sadistic glee while Yoongi seems to be pumping out sheer frustration. “Yoongi has a crush?”

“A crush is putting it lightly,” Hobi answers. “He’s practically in love with this girl.”

Yoongi puts his head into his hands, rustling up his hair and groaning. “Guys, please.”

“We’re gossips, hyung,” Jimin replies, reclining back into the sofa. The outside of his leg brushes up against Taehyung’s and he had to pinch himself to keep his brain out of the gutter. “It’s in our nature.”

Taehyung asks, “Who is the lucky lady?”

“A kindergarten teacher, if you could get anymore cliche,” Jungkook says, teasingly.

Taehyung hums, head tilting slightly. “What’s she like?”

All five faces turn to Yoongi, who lets out a put-upon sigh before he says, nervously, eyes turning down to the cup which he’s playing with to distract himself, “She’s soft… and kind. The way she talks, the light in her eyes, I could look at her for hours and still learn more about her, you know? She carries herself like she hasn’t got a care in the world, and I just want to be around her. I know I’m not the nicest of people, but she makes me feel brighter, like I could laugh and smile and not feel embarrassed about it. She gives me butterflies, like I’m a fucking high-schooler. It’s pathetic.”

“Why is that pathetic? It sounds like you’re in love with her,” Taehyung remarks, lightly.

“He doesn’t talk to her,” Jungkook informs him, playfully.

Yoongi gnashes his teeth. “Watch it, dickhead.”

Jungkook asks, patronizingly, “Did I lie?”

Yoongi can’t respond, but his blush deepens.

Jungkook was a real younger brother, ribbing him in a way that nobody else could get away with. He wasn’t being mean or hurtful - he was teasing, and although there was a bit of tension, it wasn’t unbearable like Taehyung would have expected from colleagues. He wonders if the boys were actually related in some kind of way. He wasn’t used to such a free work environment.

Still, Taehyung wants to change the subject a little. He feels a bit hot under the collar from the strain. He doesn’t see Jimin snicker at his obvious discomfort behind his hand.

Taehyung asks, gently, “How did you two meet?”

“She teaches my daughter,” the quiet man answers. He gets a tender look in his eye that makes alarms in Taehyung’s head start blinking distantly. He hears something akin to the ‘Kill Bill’ klaxon ringing in his ears. “My kid loves her to pieces. She’s like her favorite person. Sometimes I think she likes her more than she likes me.”

He doesn’t know why he does, but something in him pushes him to ask, “What does she look like?”

He perks up at the question and he replies, lips tugging up in a soft smile, “She has really pretty eyes, big and [your eye color]. She has soft skin, and her smile lights up a whole room. Her hair is all curly and big. Sometimes, she has it back and out of her face, and then it’s like I can’t focus on anything but her eyes or her smile and I get nauseous.”

“She makes you feel sick?” Jungkook is about two words away from bursting into uncontrollable laughter and the others can hear it in his voice. Jimin swats the back of his head in chastisement.

“No, you prick,” Yoongi growls. “I get nervous, okay! She smiles at me, and I turn into a fucking babbling idiot. Sena laughs at me, every fucking day. ‘Oh, Daddy? Why’d you say that earlier to Miss YN?’ Because, honey, I’m in love with your teacher and she drives me crazy!”

Taehyung freezes at the sound of your name. His eyes widen without his permission and his breath catches in his lungs.

Namjoon perks up a little and he remarks, “Her name is YN? You’ve never told us her name before.”

Your name isn’t exactly unique, in a general context. But, the klaxon sound is getting louder in his head and he feels like he’s on the precipice of a huge realization. He doesn’t want to assume, but he feels gooseflesh break out across his back at the thought that maybe… maybe his life is intersecting in such a dramatic way.

“It’s a pretty name,” Hobi compliments, delicately. “Did you see her today?”

Yoongi practically melts in his seat. “She was dressed up. All glittery and pretty. Like a fairy. She even had wings. I thought I was seeing things at first, but then Sena ran up to her and begged me to take pictures with her. I didn’t want to be weird so I didn’t, but fuck, I wanted to.”

Yeah.

Fuck.

It was you.

Yoongi was in love with his best friend.

You were in love with Yoongi.

The vestiges of a plan starts blossoming in his head and Taehyung finds himself sitting back, surveying his older colleague with surgical-like precision.

He wasn’t bad-looking.

In fact, he was handsome, in a tender way. His eyes were cat-like and small. The way he spoke was pensive and knowledgeable, but a little rough like an older brother. He wonders if that would extend to you too. His body seemed small at first glance but he had power in his physique, especially in his shoulders. His skin was smooth and pale and pale pink in places, like around his knees and elbows, and the inside of his lips.

He was your type, physically at least. And Taehyung wasn’t sure about how that made him feel.

He wasn’t a jealous friend exactly. But he was particular about who he let near you. For good reason. You were gorgeous and funny and kind and sweet and nice. And sometimes, people don’t appreciate nice the way it deserved to be appreciated. They bleed it dry until it’s not nice anymore - it’s begrudging, or it’s frustrated, or it’s enduring. And he doesn’t want that for you.

He wants joy. He wants happiness. He wants flowers and chocolates and walks on the beach and surprise proposals.

And if he doesn’t think Yoongi can give that for you, he won’t let it go ahead.

Feelings be damned.

“Why are you looking at him so much?”

Taehyung jolts at the sound of Jimin’s voice so close to his ear. He glances to the side to see the brunet observing him just as intently as Taehyung was regarding the other man. He had leaned forward and was barely a few inches away from his face. He was so close, Taehyung could count his freckles and see the separation in his long and curly eyelashes.

He takes a moment to reply, still surprised at how close they were, “Sorry, I zoned out.”

Jimin didn’t seem convinced. “What were you thinking so hard about?”

“Coincidence,” he replies, sitting back and giving Jimin a private look. He looks across his face, cataloguing his features quickly. His puffy lips that Taehyung wants to suck on. Eyes as wide and pretty under the white overhead lights. Smooth, tanned skin. A strong sloping nose. Pretty white teeth that are only a little crooked. He was so fucking pretty. “Serendipity.”

“I’ve always loved that word,” Jimin answers, sweetly. He fiddles with the cap of the coffee, dragging his finger through the liquid that had pooled in the lid. He seems nervous, but it only made Taehyung want to tease him more.

“Me too,” Taehyung retorts. He shoots Yoongi a final glance before he turns his attentions back to his coffee. “Things just got interesting.”

- end -

(1), (2), (3), (4), (5)

[sukugo]

gonna elaborate bc this has been plaguing my brain for days and im having a lot of fun with it

the first and 2nd yrs join up to make the activity as there's... literally not enough students in this school what is this even

they decide on a (boys) maid cafe, where they boys are the ones who are the maids while the girls (literally just nobamaki lmao) cook

there was resistance at first. given yuuji is the best cook out of them so people thought it best to have him as chef

but then they realized that would mean no maid yuuji, so the idea was immediately discarded, thrown right into the fire.

so for the maids we have: yuuji, megumi, inumaki, okkotsu, and panda

and ofc. gojo

bc he wasn't gonna not join in on the action

as for the customers, girl idfk who they are or would be, i also do not care. i dont even know where this would be taking place. look i just want maids. the customers could be just random people, or sorcerers or just people that work in the school. plus we could bring in like the kyoto jujutsu high peeps to enjoy. whatever. there's customers. somehow.

anyways. yuuji is perfect. he is the perfect maid. not a single more perfect maid than that boy. he's sweet he's cute he's everything u could ever want

gojo SUCKS. he is the most atrocious maid to ever exist.

he does NOT know how to serve customers or the proper way to talk to them and keeps cursing at them. this man would not last a minute in any service job

but, while gojo may make for an atrocious waiter, unfortunately, he makes for a gorgeous maid, so they can't do anything about him

gojo's skirt may be a bit too short on him (he's too tall, legs too long 😔) but no one's complaining

OH, nanami joins the party (as a diner) and he is. suffering.

bc as soon as he goes in, he's greeted by gojo who seats him at a table and then proceeds to be. well. gojo

but, that's fine, he's used to it. what's not fine is YUUJI, as soon as he sees nanami, rushes to his table with the biggest grin on his face to take his order.

bc the boy has decided that he WILL be the one to serve nanami. and now, there's nothing wrong with that, he appreciates that yuuji is happy to see him and enjoys his presence

but kento does not think that a yuuji (not to mention a gojo too) in a maid outfit is good for his sanity (his dick)

alas, nanami simply has to live with the objects of his sexual desires in maid outfits serving him

yaga arrives with gakuganji. gojo immediately rushes to the door and pushes panda out the way to greet them personally. he seats them and takes their order, and refuses to let anyone else serve them. they're his.

both principals refuse eye contact throughout the entire meal.

gojo gets his skirt lifted by someone to reveal cute lil panties underneath, seen by Everyone in the room

gojo also gets his ass smacked

(was it a diner? was it megumi? who knows) (it was megumi, yuuji saw)

gojo gets his skirt lifted again.

and again.

and again.

and his ass grabbed. multiple times

gojo leans on yuuta and whines about all the sexual harassment poor lil him is receiving 😔 and yuuta just gives him a small nervous chuckle bc inside he's just thinking about how he wants to grab sensei's ass too...😔 (do it yuuta don't let ur dreams be dreams)

yuuji gets a small break, so he takes a seat on one of the tables. gojo passes by him and stands next to the table while he's busy doing something

but then gojo suddenly feels a hand under his skirt trailing along his thighs, squeezing along his ass, and pushing his underwear aside, so he takes a look back and that's when he realizes. sukuna has taken over yuuji.

and he's grinning. staring directly at gojo, his hands not leaving his ass as they keep fondling him, fingers reaching below his panties and pressing at his hole.

and oh. oh. gojo feels his body tingling. he's being challenged. a grin splits his own face.

"what? are you not gonna take my order? are you not supposed to serve me?" another squeeze.

gojo finally turns around and brings himself to stand in front of sukuna putting himself in the space between his legs. their eyes locked on each others', a burst of electricity runs between them.

everyone suddenly feels the entire room get hotter

needless to say, the two have to be separated before they start fucking right there on the table.

wish jujutsu high were.... well.. not like THAT and had more than 10 students so we could have the School Festival Episode in which every class does their lil stand/activity, where yuuji and the gang decide to do a maid café and all dress up as maids, and gojo, being gojo, joins the students as a maid. yes this is just because i want to see maid gojo get his skirt lifted and groped by random people

[kim-poce]

39: send a disturbing package to my muse

For Eri or Alex

Full House - Retraining

CW: pet whump, institutionalized slavery, fear of torture, starving mention.

Full House - Masterlist

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Beige was acting weird.

Usually, Eri would let him do whatever but since the time he found he passed out after starving himself Eri learned to pay more attention.

Beige was more eager as if any mistake would get him killed, or worse. Eri tried to think since when he was acting like this, the day before, he concluded, in the morning.

"Beige!" Eri called from the living room, he would love it if Beige talked about his problem by himself, but he knows he won't.

Beige crawled closer, Eri hated this, Beige knew it, Eri didn't complain this time, and Beige knelt by his feet, trying not to fidget with his fingers and shirt.

"Beige, dear," Eri said getting down to his level, caressing for his brown hair, waiting for him to calm down a bit before asking, "Did something happen? I'm asking because I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

Beige took a deep breath after another. Looking from side to side, thinking in the right words. "I-I-I knows i-i-it's s-so I I can be b-better," Beige said, and Eri failed to make sense from the words. "B-b-but please I I can be better, y-y-you d-d-don't need to need to-"

"It's okay," Eri interrupted when the man stopped breathing, "It's okay, take your time. What do you think I'll do, dear?"

Beige glanced at the center table and Eri followed his eyes, "The mail?" He asked getting up, Beige quickly lowered his head the second Eri's hand left his hair.

Eri looked at the mail, it didn't take long for him to find the reason Beige was so scared, under the bills pile was a coupon from a Pet training facility.

Contract our company this week and get 40% for retraining up from one to fours weeks.

The words made Eri feel sick, afraid even, he couldn't phantom how this made Beige feel.

"Beige, can you look at me, please?" Eri said with a smile, walking closer to the kneeling man, Beige didn't look up immediately, but he did so after a few seconds.

"Look, dear," Eri said, showing the coupon, and starting to tear it apart, "I won't hurt you," he tore another piece, "I won't let anyone hurt any of you."

Beige looked up with eyes wide open, confusion, not dread. "B-b-b-but-"

"There are no buts, Beige," Eri got down to his level away and rested his hand on his hair again, Beige leaned into it, still looking up with a confused look and glancing down at the torn coupon. "There are no buts, no tricks, and no traps, okay?"

Eri hugged him, "You are great already, and those people are sadistic fuckers, this is all they are," Beige leaned on his chest, Eri could feel the tension leaving the man's muscles. "If any more of those sick papers show up just burn them, okay? Or you can bring them to me and I'll burn them for you."

Beige nodded, face still buried in Eri's chest, "T-t-thank you," he said weakly, letting tears of relief leave his eyes.

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