#i’m gonna wake up tomorrow and hate this so much 💗

[starsupontharss]

silly little kevaaron drabble for you all as promised, please be nice <333

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Kevin’s eyes have always gotten him in trouble. Glances that lingered too long in the nest were a small form of suicide growing up, Riko ever present to punish him for staring at anything other than his racket or his brother. His gaze has always been steely, determined, laser-focused on his opponent. When in interviews, Kevin has trained his eyes to be polite and restrained, but the intensity in them never dropped. Nicky chastised him for his glare when he first arrived in South Carolina, comparing him to a cheetah about to pounce on his prey. Kevin has never seen a problem with it. If his gaze is determined, it’s because he is determined, and if it discourages conversation, then Kevin doesn’t really mind. If he has his thoughts to himself for a second more then lucky him.

In this moment however, with his deepest darkest secret 3 rows in front of him, he wishes his obvious, lovesick staring could be less noticeable. He fears any observer will, rightfully, label him a sociopath with the way his pupils bore in the back of just-past-the-chin straw blonde hair from across the bus. His secret’s name is Aaron Michael Minyard and Kevin thinks that straw blonde must be the most beautiful hair colour known to mankind. Aaron sits, silent and peaceful, next to the window on the right of the bus, with his headphones on his mind off, nearly asleep as he leans against the glass. Kevin stares from the far left of the back row and aches to be closer. To see every hue in every strand on his head. To memorise the delicate bouquet of his damp locks. To engrave every hex code into his soul. Nicky’s absence from tonight’s game because of a sprained ankles leaves aaron with a seatmate, and Kevin with a heavenly view.

Andrew stares up from his phone and Kevin looks away, lest his schoolboy crush turned undying devotion for the goalie’s twin be revealed. Kevin remains unaware of how Aaron has become so integral to his breathing in such a short span of time. It snuck up on him, gradual but considerable, until Aaron occupied nearly every thought in his mind that wasn’t exy related.

Kevin’s eyes dart to outside the window. He can see the roads he recognises, can feel the light at the end of the tunnel approaching. 10 minutes. 10 minutes at most is all it will take for Kevin to be home, to be able to slip out of his shared dorm and into his and Aaron’s spot, where the wall obstructs the barely-big-enough-for-two space in the stairwell and he can gather Aaron into his arms, feel his warm enveloping embrace.

The desperation is the hardest part of all this, Kevin thinks, just barely beating out trying and failing to avert his gaze away from his beloved boyfriend. The wanting to be with Aaron in front of the world, wanting to shout about his love from the rooftops and not being able to us slowly but surely killing him. Every conversation steers them in circles, endless cycles of fear and internalised homophobia and repression. His apprehension is just as great as Aaron’s, his childhood necessity to be perfect in the master's eyes conquering his meek courage anytime he toys with the idea of opening up about their relationship. and so they stay, trapped in a love confined to the dark, kept away from the prying of Andrew or the press or the Moriyamas or anyone who could possibly ruin their peace.

Aaron jolts awake as the bus jostles over the speed bump that signals their arrival into the Fox Tower car park, and as he yawns and stretches and adjusts, he spares a glance back at Kevin where he sits uneasy at the back of the bus. His smile, reserved, barely noticeable, and utterly dazzling, reassures Kevin in a way he didn’t even know he needed. Whatever happens, whatever secrets they need to keep, Aaron will always be there, with his gorgeous face, and quick wit, and unbeaten sarcastic humour, and he will always be there to smile at Kevin’s lovelorn eyes. Kevin looks, unashamed.

[kpophubb]

Morning baby 💗 💌

I hope you slept well? :) I have my training in 20 min , but I really want to write to you 💗❤️‍🩹❤️

First of all you haven’t offered me in any ways, I’m sorry that you felt that way or maybe the way I wrote was quite triggering 🥹 but you are fine , MORE THAN FINE ACTUALLY. I just read your response and literally im so happy if I actually received a real hug from u🌞🙈💖

Thank you for your understanding and efforts and just the love you put in your messages, it is really really precious to me 🥹❤️

I actually wish I could train myself to control these feelings and the need of affirmation from others. Life really doesn’t make sense for me anymore. I want to give up , but these 2 months I feel like I grew stronger and there is still something holding me back , maybe I’m afraid of dying idk . ., but im tired of living you know ? It’s so exhausting and pointless

thank you for being my safe place now , being the person I can trust and open up , I don’t want to change for the worse … and tbh I just exist doing tasks on a daily basis , thank you for being open and accepting… literally 😭🥹🥹 AHHH OMG I FEEL MY EYES GEETING WATERY NOOO🙈🙈🤧

You are very good person , amazing and I hope you will have SOOOO MANY GOOD EXPERIENCES:) also I hope my emotions and things I share aren’t influencing your day / mood 🥺🥺🥺🥺

I’ll add bebe songs to our playlists :)) I love first 2 , I’m not sure if I have heard 3rd one

About book yes def :) ahowww me when u get them :))

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 🥺❤️

What are your plans for today ? Have the most wonderful day 🏞🏞🏞

~ 🐁 :)

My 🐁 anonie ~☺️💗 noooo omg I’m not even offended in the slightest so dw!!! Your emotions and rants really DO NOT affect my mood at all. Yk the reason I chose my occupation and major of medicine? It’s bc I always wanted to grow up to be kind and help people around me. I feel valid about myself when I can make others feel comforted and smile so I LOVE getting your messages and lifting u up!💖 and about being exhausted and feeling like giving up on life, I mean don’t even think it’s coming from someone really positive minded and full of happiness, but it’s coming from someone who comes from a place of being suicidal and hopeless in life too. There was once a point in my life where I just existed, cried myself to sleep everyday, and would indulge in self harm cause I hated myself and hated life. I didn’t want to live cause I felt like nothing good could come out of it. Back then, if someone told me that things are gonna get better one day and I’ll be really happy in the future, I would’ve never believed them. Heck, I’d feel like they’re all lying cz my life was so messed up I didn’t even believe I could wake up to a tomorrow where I could be at peace or smile even if it’s for a second. But after constant fighting and hanging on for 2-3 years, I came where I did today. Where I’m happy, smiling, ambitious again and thankful for all the bad things that I went through bc they made me stronger and brought me to where I am today. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” That’s the truth. I’m sure you will see your rainbow soon just hang in there. By saying hanging in there I mean cry, feel sad, fall down, get tired, doubt yourself but crawl back up again with the remaining of your strength. And never feel like there’s no hope cause there will ALWAYS be hope no matter how ugly situation you’re faced with. Maybe not now, maybe not soon, but someday you will DEFINITELY be happy and look back and be grateful for enduring it all. 💓

And aww 🥺 idk if I’m a good person yet but I try to be and improve myself everyday. Baby steps towards my dream person slowly!💖 and I’m glad I can make you feel safe. There’s nth more reassuring than having someone who listens to everything you gotta say without judging you and understanding you, ik. As for what I’m gonna do today, aaah idk yet. 😩 probs gonna just lie down and eat a lot. Bc my books haven’t arrived yet and and I bought a new makeup palette a few days ago?🤣 I just wanna try it out even tho I’m not that much into makeup. I barely wear it! And IM EXCITED BC MY SKZ ALBUM IS OTW and I wanna order manifesto:day 1 enhypen albums!! I saved money for that 🥹 but the kpop store isn’t replying to my msgs yet and I’m so impatient.🥲 I love youuuu saurr much too (says it in jakey’s aussie accent) and have a great day❤️🥰 DID YOU KNOW BEBE REXHA DID A REMIX W ITZY??????!! THAT TOO OF ONE OF MY FAV SONGS OF HERS ITS GONNA BE RELEASED TMRW IM SHAKING IM SO EXCITEDD!!!😭😭😭😭I’m in a really good mood today bc my jakey is all recovered from covid! Man, I prayed for my love so so much and I couldn’t be more grateful to god that he’s healthy and active again!💗💗🤲🏻

[fallinallincurls]

for your soft concept night... sorry it's been a day, but hopefully tomorrow is better. but how about nate coming home after a long roadie to you and your new baby that's a few months old?

no, gina and i haven’t absolutely been LOSING it over this idea for the last hour or something. and yes, i’m still in my feels about it so here we go. also thank you, you’re too sweet!💗 this is actually i fic to write on my list so gonna stick with a few of the elements for that idea here

nate didn’t hate roadies until noah was born. actually scratch that. he didn’t hate roadies until you were pregnant. gabe practically had to come over and drag him out of the house to leave because he never wanted to go. how could he when his heart, and now his family, stayed in denver when he was on the other side of the country?

being away for so long did make coming home that much better. especially because now he got to come him to his two favorite people in the world. his wife and his son. welcome home kisses and hugs somehow became his very favorite part about traveling and made leaving a little bit easier.

tonight though, after a two and a half week stretch of games on the road to play a handful of teams in the east a few times, nate has never been more excited to be home again. the minute he pushes the front door open and steps over the threshold, the same one he carried you through on your wedding day and then a couple of years later with noah, nate feels a wave of relief and comfort wash over him. his bags drop to the ground softly, careful not to wake the baby this late, and he’s on a mission to find you.

and he does, in the living room where you’re rocking the baby back to sleep. you don’t hear him come in, but you feel his presence in the room the second he’s there. and sure enough, when you look up from noah who is drifting asleep in your arms, your eyes meet his ocean blue ones.

“nate,” you breathe out in amazement.

“hey baby.” he mumbles, his voice so quiet you almost don’t hear, but he crosses the room in seconds just to pull you close and press a long, tender kiss to your lips. you melt into him for a moment, so incredibly happy your husband is back right where he belongs.

“so happy you’re here.”

“and i’m so happy to be home.” he confesses, kissing your forehead and leaning in to gently rub his thumb over noah’s cheek before leaving a kiss to the top of his head. “and hello to you too, bud. hope you didn’t give momma too hard a time while i was gone.” you shake your head in response, before leaning into his touch, his warmth, his love and remembering how lucky you are to be right here. “is it too late for snuggles?” nate asks, breath warm against your ear as he wraps his strong arms around your waist and looks at noah who is peacefully oblivious to everything but his mother’s touch.

“a little, but know you missed him and you’ll be happy to know that he missed you just as much.” you chuckle, a radiant smile appearing on your face before you turn towards him. “just get changed. I don’t want to hear about another game day suit getting ruined.” the teasing tone in your voice has nate rolling his eyes as excitement rushes through his veins. he notices the way you’re taking in every detail of him, but knows once the baby is down, he’ll have time with you until the bedroom to make up for the time lost on the road.

with a nod and another quick kiss, he’s running to ditch your favorite suit of his for a pair of plaid pajama pants and an old avalanche t-shirt that you surprisingly haven’t stolen yet. when he returns, looking softer than ever with nothing but adoration in his gaze and hair all fluffy, you move the baby into his arms before having him sit down next to you on the couch.

nate’s eyes never leave his son, the tiny baby wearing a maroon onesie nestled in his arms. not a day goes by where he isn’t completely astonished that he’s a dad. this little boy is his family, a product of your love for each other. and just like that, everything makes sense in the world. while holding his baby with you snuggled into his side, nate knows this is all he ever wants.

and he couldn’t be any happier.

[safarigirlsp]

General Shithead Behavior - my favorite warning!

General Shithead Behavior - my favorite warning!

The opening paragraph is so well written! What a great way to set the tone!

I love this 🤣- "The bitterest part of the end was unfolding in the grimiest dive bar that would still admit patrons at this unholy hour and in this sacrilegious state of drunkenness."

This too! "We’d better return to our coffins before the cock crows.”

It’s so much fun dunking on LaTour! I can’t get enough of fucking with him and carroughes! I love that we have the best shithead duo and wingman with Pierre, and also two hilarious foils to eviscerate in fiction forever!

Omg this is a perfect description - "There was entirely too much gravity out here for how desperately drunk they were."

What a perfect line from Pierre! Either of them, really. "No! I’m not done gallivanting! Get me some more naked women!"

The whole exchange about Marie hating both of them is hilarious! I love it!!! and Pierre trying to pull his dick out 🤣🤣🤣

Omg the J/P kiss is hilarious! You know Pierre has had that pent up for a while!

Adding the modern Jacques coat swish is a must and I could totally picture it! It's a mandatory staple for any Jacques story.

This entire exchange is so funny:

“You smell like…” you pondered the correct blend of terrible aromas, “a gym where geriatric liquor goes to work out.”

He chuckled and didn’t disagree, only pulling you more securely against his firm body. He assumed you were probably right. “Let’s get these off then,” he tried for a seductive tone, shrugging out of his clothes. “You can draw me a bath and scrub me down until I smell like a basket of roses for you.” His sausage fingers were too clumsy on the small buttons of his shirt on the best of days, and you could see with relief he would get nowhere in his nudist endeavors.

He managed to loosen the collar of his shirt and gave what he thought was an enticing little shimmy, index finger holding the shirt open to give you a peep inside. “Look what I got for you…”

“230 pounds of dead weight and about two pounds of flaccid peener? I’m good, pretty boy,” you scoffed and Jacques got a dangerous look in his eyes, burning to prove you wrong.

This is such great imagery, and entirely accurate! "you pondered sleeping on the couch, but you predicted you’d most likely wake up with Jacques rolling his body over yours, like a massive cat climbing on you in the middle of the night."

This is perfection!

He seized your wrist, pulling you close. With the indefatigable insistence of the drunken and debauched, he puckered his lips and whimpered until you rolled your eyes and leaned in to leave a peck. With more agility than he let on, he pulled you into him and locked his arm around your waist, kissing you deeply. His leg was between yours, pressing deliciously into you, and his warm hand snaked under your nightgown, cupping your breast and making you gasp. He had you worked up and owlishly awake by the time he finally needed to emerge for air. Your wide eyes caught the little light in the room and he blinked lazily, satisfied with the effect he had had. Jacques bumped the tip of his large nose into yours and grinned, relaxing and settling into the pillow, leg still resting between yours, hand still cupped under your gown, going up and down as you tried to steady your accelerated breathing.

“I am gonna love watching you suffer tomorrow,” you grumbled,

Omg I loved this! These drunk shitheads are so much fun to read and write! I love all the bs with them! And drunk Jacques putting the moves on you is perfect too! 💗💗💗

Hi :) I was reading through all of your hilarious comments and ideas about Jacques being a fun and affectionate drunk. May I please request something with that? Either as part of one of your big stories or anything else you like. I love all your writing! You’re the best of the best! Thank you ❤️‍🔥

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long! I was writing a medieval version of this a while ago and I will definitely post it when it's done, but then I had this idea for the modern!AU and just had to write it down. Thank you so much for the kind words, it means absolutely everything and I hope you enjoy ❤️❤️

Summary: modern AU; Jacques is taking care of Pierre at his bachelor party. They are both drunk as a skunk and barely survive the way home. Then Jacques returns to put some drunk moves on RC.

CW: drinking, strong language, hints of nudity, some man on man action, general shithead behavior

Word count: ~2.3k

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As Pierre’s best man, Jacques was morally and socially obligated to stay at his bachelor party until the bitter end. Louvel was the least drunk of the bunch and that, alongside his unwavering loyalty to Jacques, made him the designated wrangler of the drunken posse, sending inebriated men – some rowdy, others catatonic – back home in cabs. No one needed their stomach pumped and they were kicked out, with the threat of the authorities being called, only twice, so the night had been a resounding success.

The bitterest part of the end unfolded in the grimiest dive bar that would still admit patrons at this unholy hour and in this sacrilegious state of drunkenness. With a cordial pat on the shoulder, Jacques relieved Louvel of his duties, sending him home to burn the button up that one of the profligates in their group had painted on with the contents of his stomach. While he was gone, Pierre tried to get the no-nonsense waitress with a sour expression and deep smoker’s lines around her mouth to give him a lap dance. Ever the gallant, Jacques apologized and tried to give her a respectful kiss on the hand, but she yanked it away. Instead, he opted for a generous tip and set it gingerly on the tray in her hand, making sure his gesture was interpreted as innocent and penitent.

He then returned to their table and lifted Pierre’s head off it, where it rested in a pool of his sweat and saliva, and some spilled alcohol. "Let's go, my gentleman friend," he said, hauling the sack of humanity to his feet.

"Huh? What? Is it morning?"

“Near enough. We’d better return to our coffins before the cock crows.”

They spilled gracelessly into the street and judging by his gait, Pierre must have taken his legs off along with his pants when he went for a piss and then reattached them the wrong way around.

Jacques said as much to the blond hanging off his arm and he snorted. “Could be. Ask LaTour, he was in there, holding my dick for me.” Pierre lifted a hand for a high-five to crown his witticism, but Jacques took his wrist and lowered it.

“A high-five would bowl you over, mon ami.”

“Nonsense! Tell him, Louvel!” he commanded and looked around. “LaTour, buddy? Where is everyone?" Pierre asked with some genuine concern.

"Passed out, in jail, dead in an alley."

“Good. I fucking hate LaTour,” he admitted conspiratorially, in a loud, slurred whisper.

“I know.”

After a short silence, Pierre sighed dreamily. “We got something special, you and I.”

"Nothing some antibiotics won’t take care of," Jacques said and secured a tighter hold around Pierre, whose mismatched legs were giving out. There was entirely too much gravity out here for how desperately drunk they were. They would have Jacques’ bachelor party on the Moon, he decided.

“Hah! That’s why I love you!” Pierre turned, ruining the bit of balance Jacques had established, poking a finger into his chest.

“I love you too, mon ami, but let us focus on the task at hand.”

"No! I’m not done gallivanting! Get me some more naked women!"

"I think you’ve had all the naked women Paris has to offer tonight. Now it’s back to Marie."

"Jacques,” Pierre said, voice coarse, eyes wide. “I'm getting married in three days," Pierre held up four fingers to demonstrate.

“Oh, don’t get cold feet on me now!” Jacques pleaded. “They’re already drunk and useless.”

"No more gallivanting for Pierre," he slurred to himself, watching the cobbles slide under him as Jacques dragged him. “Marie hates me, y’know.”

“Yeah…”

“But I think a good wife should – no sense in waiting for ten years of marriage to begin to be despised.”

“I suppose not,” Jacques agreed without listening especially closely. He was more focused on not dropping Pierre and steadily moving him towards a row of cabs he spied parked in the distance.

“She deeefinitely hates you,” Pierre drawled and laughed.

“Oh. I had a feeling she might.”

“Jealous,” Pierre shrugged. “Your girl hate me?”

Jacques pondered for a moment. “I think she thinks you’re funny. Now, whether that’s funny-stupid or funny-charming, I can’t vouch for.”

“I’ll take i—“ a threatening wet sound from deep in his esophagus cut Pierre off and Jacques jerked them to a  halt, wary.

“All good!” Pierre announced triumphantly and readjusted himself over Jacques’ shoulder. "Do we need to bail anyone out?" he suddenly asked with concern, remembering Jacques’ comment from earlier.

"Fuck 'em."

"Good man!” he grinned, his good humor returning. “Where's my girl? Marie!" he yelled, forgetting where he was for moment.

"You have to work with me, bud, or we’ll just have to sleep in an alley."

“No, no alley!” Pierre waved a grumpy hand. “Marie. I’m gonna make sweet, sweet love to my Marie."

“Not only would she bite your head off if you crawled into her bed in this state, you also couldn’t get it up with a crane, my friend,” Jacques teased and raised a hand to get the attention of a wayward cab driving past.

“Oh, yeah? Watch this!" Pierre fumbled for his zipper, and the cab, slowing down to stop, decided against it and peeled out.

“Great. How many times has that dick of yours gotten me into trouble?” Jacques sighed, still watching the cab drive off.

“Truth amongst friends! It’s both our dicks that get both of us in trouble!” Pierre protested and Jacques smiled.

“Fair enough,” he conceded and raised a hand hopefully in the air when he saw another cab’s headlights. “Keep it in your pants this time, for the love of god!”

“You got it. It shall stay pantsed till I get to Marie and bury it in her sweet—”

”Get it out of your head, she’s asleep,” Jacques sighed and tried to prop Pierre up as the cab parked.

The vertical plane was too much for the drunk count. He lurched forward, hands braced on his knees, and Jacques got ready for some power hose vomit and another cab scurrying away. Pierre gradually recovered and straightened again. "Ugh, I think I’ll hang onto it for now," he announced and Jacques was relieved, opening the door.

"You do that," he encouraged and shoved Pierre inside, folding his limbs any which way until he was safely in a heap inside. He patted his ass in support and dove in after him.

"Where do I live?" Pierre asked in a low voice, unsure what address to give the driver. "I can’t fucking remember. Do you think Marie knows? I should call her…"

“Definitely not,” Jacques told him and gave Pierre’s address to the driver, along with assurances that they would leave no nasty surprises on his backseat.

“Unless you know where we can score some—” Pierre tried to join the conversation, but Jacques intercepted him, rolling down his window and pushing his head out into the cool, whipping air. Pierre spent the ride in and out of consciousnesses, head hanging out the window like a dead chicken, in case that vomit changed its mind and made a grand entrance. Or rather, exit.

Jacques implored the driver to wait until he dropped Pierre off at his suite. He hauled the large man in with what remained of his dwindling energy and stopped at the door, fishing in Pierre’s pants for the key. He giggled and wrapped his arm around Jacques’ neck and rested his head on his shoulder. Jacques struggled to open the door while pinning Pierre up against it to keep him upright. Finally, the door gave way and nearly sent them toppling over each other.

With the grace of god, they managed not to tangle in each other’s legs and break something, fighting for purchase against a chiffonier and broke out in drunken laughter, shushing each other.

"You're the goddamnedest best friend I ever had, and that was the goddamnedest best bachelor's party in the history of bachelor's parties,” Pierre admitted, close to Jacques’ face as he whispered. He just smiled in return and looked at the bed out of the corner of his eye, plotting how to hurl Pierre on it and leave, ready to get to bed himself. Pierre leaned in, hand wrapping deftly around the hair on the back of Jacques’ head and kissed him hard on the mouth. Jacques stilled and relaxed as Pierre sighed, pouring his drunken passion into the kiss, and finally peeled off him with a wet pop. He grinned, eyes glassy and face red. “I'm gonna puke now and then pass out."

“Good plan. Sleep on your side!” Jacques called out as he left.

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“Let’s make crêpes!” Marie shot up just when you thought you had her subdued and drifting off to sleep.

Son of a bitch, you sighed. “We’ll do that in morning, sweetie,” you cooed and she groaned.

There was a rustling and scratching at the door, and you surmised it was Jacques struggling to slip the key into your lock. Drunk men often had that issue.

You came out of the spare bedroom and crossed your arms, watching him finally succeed and stumble in, teetering.

“You went to a gentleman’s club and you came home a gentleman,” you sighed. Even in an inebriated mess, he was cute. The lack of his usual poise and finesse somehow made him softer and sweeter. He grinned in his haze and extended a hand to you, tossing the keys across the room with an extravagant swish of his long coat.

You approached to help hang the coat up for him and that was a rookie mistake. Jacques wrapped a hand around your waist and tried to sweep you into a dance.

You thudded against his chest with the force of his pull and he started swaying. Whether it was to some music in his head or just the alcohol threatening to chop him down like a tree, you couldn’t say. “You smell like…” you pondered the correct blend of terrible aromas, “a gym where geriatric liquor goes to work out.”

He chuckled and didn’t disagree. He assumed you were probably right. “Let’s get these off then,” he tried for a seductive tone, shrugging out of his clothes. His sausage fingers were too clumsy on the small buttons on the best of says, and you could see with relief he would get nowhere.

He managed to loosen the collar of his shirt and gave what he thought was an enticing little shimmy, index finger holding the shirt open to give you a peep inside. “Look what I got for you…”

“240 pounds of dead weight and about two pounds of flaccid peener? I’m good, pretty boy.”

“I hate Pierre,” Marie whined in her stupor, the ghostly wail carrying from her room.

“I know!”

“I know,” came the automatic response from both you and Jacques.

“As much as your offer doesn’t entice me,” you started, hand on his chest, gently pushing him off, “as you can hear, I brought Marie here to sleep it off.”

“That’ll take the wind out of Pierre’s sails,” he murmured to himself.

“He wants babies,” Marie moaned again, “I don’t wanna have babies! I’m too hot to get pregnant…”

“You are, sweetie,” you went along with anything just to appease her.

“He wants ‘heirs’,” she put air quotes around the word as if anyone could see, “to carry on his line. Hello, has he not heard the French Revolution happened?

“Probably not,” Jacques responded, hand sliding down the small of your back, approaching the curve of your ass. You slapped it away and he pouted.

“I hate you too, Jacques.”

“She’s a belligerent drunk,” you excused her before he could respond. The last thing you needed was two drunk fools sniping at each other.

“I gathered,” he said placidly and followed your lead as you walked him towards the bed.

“I put a trash basket on your side of the bed, just in case.”

“So thoughtful,” he attempted to raise your hand to his lips, but you snatched it away. The business of securing him on the bed was at hand and you didn’t want to waste any time.

“If you would be so kind, lie down and let me undress you. It’ll be easier that way.”

“You don’t gotta tell me twice!” he grinned and raced for the bed, a bit too confidently. He lost his balance right at the finish line, knees hitting the floor and head slamming into the mattress.

You corralled his body on top of the sheets and quickly took off his shoes and pants, leaving him in his shirt with just the collar and cuffs undone as he was too heavy to lift up.

“We gotta have our bachelor/bachelorette party on the Moon!” he announced seriously as you worked. “Don’t let me forget that.”

“I’d never,” you lied and puffed some air out from the exertion of undressing his massive body.

Jacques felt the bed dip when you climbed in, after a final check up on Marie. Eyes closed, he felt for your arm and seized your wrist, pulling you close. He puckered his lips and whimpered until you rolled your eyes and leaned down to leave a peck. With more agility than he let on, he pulled you into him and locked his arm around your waist, kissing you deeply before finally needing to emerge for air.

‘”I am gonna love watching you suffer tomorrow,” you grumbled, having just brushed your teeth minutes before he came back. And now your mouth tasted like the sink of a bar at the bottom of an ashtray.

“I love you too, bibiche,” you could hear him smile in the dark.

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