#its still cringe but not as cringe Okayyyy

[superbellsubways]

imp/demon clippy based on that telegram sticker 👍 he is mean

[ncityavenue]

Wine Pon You

Pairing: Mark x Black Fem Reader

Disclaimer: mentions of sex (talked abt), Mark being a flustered mess 90% of this fanfic, and I think that's it just a cute fluffy imagine:))))

Prompt: You're a famous RnB Singer/Rapper and you happened to be dating Mark Lee, also a famous Rapper who's a kpop idol. You write a Song about the mind blowing sex you have with him but without really giving it away.

A/N: title is based off of Doja Cat's Song "Wine Pon You" ITS SUCH A GOOD SONG BRUH😭

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"Are you Ready?" You raised an eyebrow turning your head to Mark, He was gonna be the first to hear your New Song before you released it to the public only a couple hours later.

He nodded with excitement covering his eyes, you pressed play and rested your hand on his own while the song played.

You see his head slightly bop to the beat with a grin across his face, after hearing the chorus a shocked look spread onto Mark's face.

"Dude, is this about me?" He questioned with a voice crack, you nodded your head triumphly.

Of course this song was about him, alot of your songs are but this one was different—it was more about Mark Intimately— his cheeks became a light tint of pink.

After the song ended, you faced mark looking at his flustered expression on his face "You like? I made sure to add extra spice to this one."

Giggling mischievously,Mark opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out but a broken "uh" sound.

"Y'know, I thought that to but I was thinking it was the right amount of sexiness to it-"

"DUDE!! WHAT DO YOU THINK THE FANS ARE GONNA THINK? WHAT IF THEY THINK IM A DISGUSTING PERVERT OR SOMETHING?" Mark groans rubbing his entire head in distress.

"Why would they think you're a pervert if you grabbing my hair is consensual to me? If it wasn't why the fuck would I sing about it? Besides, they might even be happy that NOW they don't have fantasize or headcanon you as a freak-a-leak " You reassure your boyfriend.

"Why would they fantasize about that in the first place?"

"Okay mark let's not play dumb baby" you frowned a bit.

"I don't try to think about it alot..I don't wanna be too curious." Mark cringed a bit as he thought about it for a minute, you giggled at his cuteness before gliding your hand across his chin.

"If it makes you feel better, I think about different scenarios of you..." You trail off, he grabbed a pillow before screaming into it.

He lifts his face up revealing the most you've seen him red, "can you explain one to me?— a cute one though, I don't think my heart can take the nasty ones right now." Mark explains.

"Wellllll I always think abt laying on your stomach because I love how comfortable it is and you playing with my hair while we eat a bunch of candy, sharing some smooches, hearing your tired raspy voice ringing in my ears, touching my body like you always do you know— the touches that could get you in trouble-"

"OKAYYYY I THINK I HEARD ENOUGH—" Mark puts his hand over your mouth but you pull it down.

"I love how your pretty hands touch my love handles squeezing them signaling for me to get up so I can sit on your torso—"

"BABE PLEASEEEE SPARE ME." Mark–now– attacked you onto your back putting all his weight onto you.

"MARK YOU ACTIN LIKE YOU DIDN'T JUST DO THIS LIKE 3 WEEKS AGO." You reminded.

"OK I WAS HORNY 3 WEEKS AGO I'M DIFFERENT NOW." Mark defends.

You gave him an emotionless face, "say you swear to god."

"I swear!" Mark chuckled, he still had you in a submissive position which wasn't gonna last long.

"So if I take this pillow from in between us I won't see a boner???" You asked with a raised eyebrow.

Mark stayed silent before his face gradually got pink, he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue before getting off you and sitting back in his criss cross position.

"You win. NOW, it's time to release the song before I make you late releasing your song and your fans get on your ass about it again." Mark spoke with a more firm voice.

"Oooo, bet you won't." You grinned, Mark stared at you before swiftly grabbing your arm causing you to collapse on him. All you felt was quick sharp pain on your ass.

"OW! MARK LEE!" You squealed breaking into laughs.

"Say I won't, Say I won't, Say I won't," Mark chanted, "OKAY IM SORRY!" You break into hysterics.

After calming down, you waited a few more minutes before releasing it.

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As you expected the song made your fans/markzens go crazy with comments like; "IS THIS ABT MARK??!?!?!!?111?1?1?", " Did y/n expect us to listen to this not think about mark and become MORE delusional?", "atp we sharing mark", "HE DOES WHAT TO HER WHEN SHES BEGGING?", "Oh wow she released the song on time, Mark must've not been in the room." , " i wonder if Mark is ever gonna survive this.", "Ok y/n is my new ult.", and etc.

And there you being the she devil as usual and Mark having to AVOID any questions that are about your new song.

Great job Bestie!!<333

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PLZ I DID NOT INTEND FOR THIS TO BE KINDA SUGGESTIVE, plus I didn't know how to end this so❤ HOPE YOU ENJOYED HFIEBDHWHDKDJ

[emma-cantmakeuphermind]

Dating Richie Tozier Would Include:

has she/her pronouns but just lemme know if you need me to make a copy with other pronouns

this came out way longer than i had planned

Warnings: uh just some fluff maybe angst, slight cursing i mean its richie trashmouth tozier,,,bEwArE, light smut under the cut

ok, you guys probably met in elementary school

you were most likely getting bullied or sum and then bill, stan, eddie, and richie found you crying

long story short they asked if you wanted to be their friend

on that day you became the first official girl in the losers club

you and richie probably were best friends instantly

but now on to the actual dating stuff

when you first started dating richie couldn’t keep his excitement to himself

he probably made comments like this

“guys i can’t believe it! y/n l/n is my girlfriend!”

“i mean like how? shes so fucking hot”

and the other losers were probably like

“okay we get it richie, shes way out of your league, we didn’t need you to tell us to figure that out.”

*insert stanley’s iconic eyeroll here*

pda in your relationship has definitely evolved over the years

at first it was subtle hand holding

maybe a kiss on the cheek here and there

then of course you guys had your first kiss

it was amazing, ecstatic, ya know all the beautiful things in life

richie talks a big game but he was so shy when it came to kissing you the first few times

after the two of you got more comfortable kissing in public

you had no shame in full on making out in front of the losers

you of course got the classic stan eyeroll, and eddies sarcastic gag sound

you guys don’t really have dates

more like... private hangouts

usually those private hangouts include:

listening to your favorite songs

richie trying to sing along but -_-

you find it cute tho

dancing crazily

slow dancing if a slow song is on

but of course

making out is guaranteed

richie always trying to turn a make out into something more 🥴

sometimes you reject him...sometimes you don’t

tho it doesn’t matter what the day has in store the day will always end with the two of you cuddling 

and also playing with his hair is a must

he loves the feeling of you running your fingers through his hair

if you’re ever feeling insecure, richie will hype you up so much

like literally... he wont stop telling you how beautiful you are until you look yourself in the mirror and tell yourself how beautiful you are

if that still doesn’t help however

he will literally drag you to the losers houses

even if its 2 am

and vIoLeNtLy knock on their door just to get them to tell you that your beautiful

but not to beautiful 

bc if they ever flirted with HIS girl..

he’d tHrOw HaNdS

but while were on that topic

hes sooOOOO protective over you

like not OVERprotective

but close enough

needy asf when it comes to your touch

he loves it when your holding him 

or hes holding you

he doesn’t care he just needs physical contact with you 24/7

hes always needs to hold your hand

or put an arm around you 

just to reassure him that your there

since his parents are never really there for him 

and constantly left him alone

hes scared you might do the same

ahem...now for some less pg13 stuff

im not gonna go to into depth here just touch on some of the basics

first of all this boy is always tryna get into your pants

he has no shame

like none

what-so-ever

usually its starts out with making out that evolves into more

now things are gonna go one of 2 ways here

soft and loving 

or rough and kinky 

for now were gonna go the soft route 

ill save the rougher route for another day

but either way you always come at least twice

even if he doesn’t at all

which is rare but 

he will slowly start to take your shirt off

then you’ll take off his

he’ll move his kisses down to your neck

as he unbuttons your pants

slowly sliding them off until your left in your underwear

he’ll sit up a little bit so he can take his pants off as well

as your both left if you underwear he unclips your bra

which by now is like a second nature for him

he’ll leave marks like everywhere-

he trails his kisses to the hem of your underwear

always looks at you for permission

once you give him the nod of approval

he slides your underwear off

he lowers himself where his face is level with your core

he’ll start off slow then pick up his pace

you’ll reach down and grab his hair and-

my god does he love it when you pull his hair

he’ll groan against you

the vibrations send you over the edge

once you come he’ll lick it all up

he’ll then slide his boxers off

his dick smacks his stomach leaking precum

(im crying and cringing simultaneously, im so bad at this😭)

he lines himself up with your entrance

makes sure your ready

and slowly enters

he starts off slow but quickly picks up the pace

you’re sensitive from orgasming only mere seconds before hand

constant kisses in between moans

loves to grab your tits

he loves the way they bounce when he pounds into you

he loves to come together with you

he finds it so hot

normally hes quiet and more of a groaner than a moaner

but he can let a moan slip once or twice

you find it so hot

once you both come he falls next to you

soon he’ll get up and get something to clean you up with

literally the best after care

will snuggle you all night 

making sure you feel safe

and drift off to sleep in each others arms

okayyyy well thats over thank god 

[willsimpforanyone]

Hcs for ben from umbrella academy taking reader on a date pretty please

well since you asked so nicely!

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ben is sweetheart(tm)

also a sassy bastard but we love him anyway

we’re gonna pretend that ben didn’t die bc this is my world and i can do what i want

so ben is alive and well

as well as a member of the hargreeves family can be

and he has klaus in his living room bc he got drunk and klaus’s apartment was apparently too far to walk to

so ben decides (because even though klaus is annoying, he still loves him) that he’d go and get coffee 

he was gonna make some but decided against it

so he pops down to the nearest coffee shop with a couple of reusable cups that keeps your drinks warm

thermos? idk

anyway

so he gets his coffee, gets klaus some sugar with some coffee on the side, and is about to leave when he spots you sitting in the corner

its about 10am and you look exhausted, but there’s a determination in your eyes as you stare at your textbook that intrigues him

a couple seconds later, you glance up from your book and accidentally meet his eyes

a small smile graces your lips

ben decides that klaus won’t be awake for at least another half hour, and in a burst of confidence, ben makes his way over to you

you smile up at him as he stands by your table

‘hi’

‘hi’ he breathes back, seeing how stunning you are from up close

you gesture to the other side of the table

‘would you like to sit?’

ben takes a seat, and you carefully bookmark your place in the textbook before putting it to the side

there’s a few seconds of slightly awkward silence before ben introduces himself

you tell him your own name, and it’s like the floodgates opened

before he even notices, an hour has passed and his phone rings, showing klaus’s caller id

he cringes internally, and sighs

you cock your head to the side

‘you need to go?’

‘...kinda’

‘that’s okay, i should do some more work anyway’

but ben refuses to just leave

he point questioningly at a pen you had, and you nod

he scribbles his number down on a spare bit of paper, and gets up to leave

‘you can call me if you want...’ he takes a deep breath ‘...because i’d really like to take you out on a date’

his heart is racing his palms are sweaty and he just begins to regret it when he hears 

‘i would love to go on a date with you’

he grins and shoves his hands in his pockets, finally walking away

it’s a couple days later, and you two have been talking non-stop

you’ve been busy, but you’ve promised him that today you two are going on a date

getting to know you has been the highlight of ben’s life, even if klaus keeps bugging him to know who has him all smiley

you agree on a time, and ben tells you his address so you can meet him there

he makes sure klaus is nowhere to be seen, and that his other siblings are under strict instructions to not message him, call him, come find him, anything

it’s a classic first date

you both look gorgeous, and ben cannot help but keep complimenting you throughout the evening

he takes you to a movie you said you’d been wanting to see for a while, and eventually he agrees to split the cost of the snacks with you bc you need a lot of snacks to watch a movie

he’s a gentleman, opens doors for you, lets you get to your seat first etc.

he knows he’s met someone special when you suggest saying it was his birthday to get a free dessert when you’re out for dinner

it goes off smoothly and the two of you devour the cake slices brought to your table

you get some icing on your nose and ben leans over to wipe it off, giggling at you while you pout playfully

ben insists on walking you back to his house, knowing full well he’s capable of defending himself on the walk home if something were to happen

he finds it sweet that you’re worried, but promises he’ll be just fine

the pair of you are standing at your door, and ben asks, very shyly, if he can kiss you

you’re thrilled that he asked for permission (consent is important kids) and say yes

he grins, and lightly pecks your lips

from behind him in a bush comes ‘woohoo benny boy!!’

ben sighs

‘klaus, do us all a favour and fuck off’

you laugh as your hear indignant muttering getting further away from the bush

‘sorry about that’ ben rubs the back of his neck sheepishly

you kiss his cheek

‘don’t worry about it! thank you so much for the date’

‘you’re welcome. thank you for coming on said date’ he smiles

he lets you go into your house, gently refusing your invitation to come inside for a little, insisting that you should get some sleep

the door closes and ben can’t hide his smile

he will have to kill klaus, though

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okayyyy got a little carried away there but hey! never written for ben before! hope you liked it, thank you for requesting! <3

[paradise-creator]

Okayyyy. Seatbelt on, space cadet! I'm gonna take you on a loooong journey ✨

First of all hello again! I'm here to request for a Haikyuu romantic Haven Box if there's still a spot left. Take your time tho, I'm good at waiting 🙌🏻

here we gooo. so I'm an 159cm pansexual asian girl. I'm a little bit on the chubby side. I got long black wavy hair and I always let it down. People say I look rude and cold so they are afraid to befriend me at first (some even hate me for no reason.) I mean its not my fault that I borned with this resting bih face 😭💔 I love wearing dark colored clothes, high waisted jeans and Sneakers.

I do wear makeup, and my favorite lipstick color is red. Like a really bold red. That's like my trademark.

for personality, I'm an enfp, taurus, gryffindor (big yikes!); I think I'm a pretty openminded person. I'm not afraid to speak up and I will fight (both using words and fists) for what I believe in. People see me as someone confident and to look up to; Tho honestly I'm pretty insecure with myself. Like I find nothing good about me and got depressed easily. Its like I have this happy clown persona everytime I'm outside my house and once I go back to my bedroom by myself its all the sad clown hours haha. ooh- this is getting kinda heavy. 😵 But anyway I care about my family and friends a lot. Their happiness is actually more important than my own. So I'd do anything to help and protect all of them.

My hobbies are sleeping, singing and watching horror movies/true crime documentaries; and yes I got scared after watching those stuff so I ended up searching for some broadway musical 😂😂 I also love to play games; otome games, cause my love life sucks *coughs*

Some facts about me!!

I believe in soulmate. Just the thought that we all have someone created specifically for us is making me happy 🥺❤

I'm a touch starved person. So I like doing skinship and PDA. I just love being spoiled and showered with love I guess 👉🏻👈🏻

I hate spicy foods, cause it really burns my throat. and I also hate lizards. They are gross and weird 😭😭

I believe ghosts are real and I'd definitely want to speak to them someday. Just asking them how does it feel to be a ghost? Is there a way to help em stop being a ghost? (Only with the nice ghost of course) 👻💕

My favorite song is Helpless by Phillipa Soo and if that doesn't show how much of a Hopeless romantic I am then idk 😂😂

I love watching tarot cards reading.

I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers trope and I can't stop this addiction. Like aaaaa its cliche but I love em so much ashdjflgl

Okay thats it! I need to stop talking before my ask give you some real headache 😂 I wish all this information helps you write a little bit and not bother you in one way or another!! Have a great day and stay healthy in this pandemic situation 🙌🏻✨ see yaaaaa~☆

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Hello and Welcome my Starlight!

The Haven box includes:

- Match up

- Sun drop

- Old habits die hard

-  No matter what

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I'd match you up with

Oikawa Tooru, The Grand King

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Sun drops

- Okay, when I read your description Oikawa popped in my head. So on to the great king we go!

- I also had an Oikawa brain rot when I decided to do your request but either way, I still think you two would look cute!

- Oikawa is the most realistic character in Haikyuu and I believe you two would definitely match

- You feel insecure? No worries, Oikawa already saw it coming and is going to give you compliments and gifts

- He may not look like it, but he is really observant

- You can't hide your feelings from this man cause he has been through that

- You both were deemed the power couple of the school

- He would ALWAYS always remind you to take care of yourself

- Both of you seem confident and really out going but in reality, you both are really insecure

- You both would understand each other

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Old habits die hard

- He almost NEVER calls you by common nicknames, except for Queen and princess

- Your nickname can be something weird like my little Alien or smth

- Whenever you watch a game, he alsyws gives you his extra jersey or his jacket

- He would randomly say I love you and if you don't respond, he'll pout

- You gave him a plushie and he named it after you

- Stargazing (Alien hunting) is his favorite type of date

- Study dates almost always ends up with one of you dead asleep before starting anything

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No matter what

Oikawa Tooru is the grand king of Seijoh. He was handsome, smart, and all that. He was very athletic and observant. He gets along with everyone and anyone. He could get any girl to swoon to him but he is only loyal to volleyball and Iwaizumi. And that’s what people thought, but this king has fallen off his throne. He, has fallen in love and doesn’t know what to do. It started with the little things like seeing how she loves skinship or how she hates spicy food. He thought it was normal, he was observant after all. But as time passes, he realized that he might be falling. He tried and tried to avoid it, knowing that it might just hurt him in the end anyway. He knew that he wasn’t going to be able to fulfil what was in her heart because he would always choose volleyball. Oikawa had a girlfriend once, she left him because he wasn’t good enough, and he didn’t give her enough of his time.

Oikawa did not want that to happen again. He didn’t want his heart torn into pieces yet again. But still, he fell deep into the rabbit hole called love. And he hated her for it, becoming her enemy for no reason at all. But, fate seemed to be in his side. Soon enough the “mortal nemesis” relationship faded away and love soon blossomed. It wasn’t as smooth as most people would say but it’s still a beautiful sight to behold. The way Oikawa looks at her with so much love and passion, it’s breathtaking. The way that she would cheer for him no matter what, it’s alluring. A love so pure that it seems surreal and impossible. From then on, the great king knew that she was thee one. He knew that even if he was too busy, she would understand. He knew that she would always be by his side no matter what the cost is.

And he knew that no matter what happens, he would always love her. Volleyball may be his priority, but he will soon get out of it. Slowly but surely, the walls he built was crumbling away. Slowly but surely, his distant exterior grows into an attached and close koala. Oikawa’s train of thought was then shattered as he heard someone calling out to him. “Oi Shittykawa, why the hell is your face like that?” Iwaizumi said as he cringed at the sight. “Geez Iwa-chan, can’t a guy think about his soulmate in peace?” He then responded as he glared at the shorter male. “We have a game to play, Stupidkawa. And if you miss her so bad, why don’t you go to her at the stands and talk to her?” Iwaizumi said as he glared intently at his best friend. “I have a better idea,” Oikawa said as he stood up. His eyes wandered around the bleachers to find his one and only. And soon enough, he was able to see her long black wavy hair and her beautiful eyes. “Princess!” He yelled.

The female then smiled and waved at the player adorning the cyan colors with the number one. “Yes, my prince?” She yelled back. “Oh! My darling Princess! I love you with all my heart and know that no matter what, I’ll still be in love with you,” He yelled. The stadium awed at the interaction. Oikawa now found his one and only, his soulmate. And he would never let go, no matter what.

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Author's note

Hello there! I'm so sorry for doing this quite late. Since exams and school and all that.

I hope you enjoy this matchup nonetheless! And I also made sure that the drabble was a bit different and unique to make up for it. Since I decided to try out a new way of writing.

[namstruck]

EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY｜VHOPE

REQUESTED BY: Cherry_Mocha (wattpad)

WARNING; angst !! soulmate au ! high school student! taehyung !! college student! hoseok !!

WORD COUNT: 2754

it is said that the age you shall die and leave with your last breath is revealed on your very own wrist on your eighteenth birthday. most people live up to the expected years; somewhere around their mid or late nineties, some even luckier to live a century. but others, not so lucky, have less than a decade, even a year if you count the rare ones. you start truly living once you grow up to whom you'd love to be, trying your best to squeeze every single thing on your bucket list, even though you know it'll never happen because your life now is shorten and everything is being rushed all at once and your time is twice as precious.

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taehyung, if he were being honest, wasn't really oh-so excited for his upcoming birthday. he didn't want to know exactly what age he was bound to die, thinking about it just made him anxious ever since his older sister got hers. having only five years left for her. from there, taehyung knew he needed to start living his life at its best, knowing his genetics. but most importantly, he knew his grandmother, the only family he had left, would be devastated, already losing a daughter and now bound to lose a second grandchild. not only that, but, what hurt him most was the high possibility and leaving behind the love of his life.

at the moment, the honey-blonde senior was waiting for the clock to land and ring at two-ten; his index finger tapping ever so impatiently on his wooden school desk. class as usual was slow and the professor's lecture dragged and dragged, taehyung's ears muffling all of it from lack of attention. his uniform itched, his own fault for not wearing an undershirt this morning, scratching the one spot roughly and most likely making a small rash. he'd have to remember to get some cream for it later.

looking outside the wide, glass window on his left, taehyung starts daydreaming again, only this time he places his chin on the palm of his right hand as it rests on his desk.

"oh, hyung,"

the familiar squeaky voice makes taehyung turn his head with a raised brow and blank expression. now getting his attention, the boy calling him walks towards him as he struggles with his backpack and two three-inch workbooks, his uniform slightly wrinkled somehow. once he was walking at the same pace and side-by-side with the taller boy he starts chatting with him, still struggling.

"i told you to stop calling me that," taehyung sternly says. the boy next to him laughs it off as they turn left and into the next hallway.

"sorry, i forget," he looks up at his senior innocently. "force of habit," he continues, "plus, it feels wrong.." taehyung knew that it was very formal and common to address your upperclassmen but he hated it; it was just too much for him. so every time the junior, that was his friend— for some reason—, called him 'hyung' all it did was make him cringe.

the two boys after walking a bit reach taehyung's destination, his locker. as he turned the lock for his combination, the younger kept talking, his chattiness just consisting of upcoming events and daily routine. the raven watching taehyung putting his textbooks away and grabbing his backpack, placing other books inside for his assignments later. his big, doe eyes full of admiration towards the obvious tired older.

"so are you excited for your birthday tomorrow?"

taehyung winces at the question as soon as they came out of the younger's small lips, dropping a small notebook on accident. picking it up on impact, the younger skims his reaction and auden shakiness. seeing this, he apologizes as he realizes the situation. it was fine though, it wasn't his fault. the older never told him how he felt or his worries, so his apologies were just being wasted.

"look, kook," he stammers, "i have to go, see you tomorrow, 'kay?" zipping the two folds of his bag, he excuses himself, speed walking away and out the double doors at the end of the hall. the faint goodbye from the younger fading away.

the walk home was quiet. his head empty. his grandmother wasn't home when he got there, a note telling her whereabouts. his shoes loudly bang going up the stairs of the two-story home, taking them off and carelessly shoving them in his closet next to his bedroom door. his room was surprisingly warm—even though it was below twenty outside—and he immediately removes his uniform, slipping on his regular sleepwear. plopping on his queen-sized bed face-up, the covers ocean blue with white frames as it's pattern, he lets out the deep sigh he had been concealing all day as he stares at the white ceiling above him.

before he could actually start daydreaming again or fall asleep, his text ringtone goes off. rolling over his body slumps, realizing his cellphone was still in his backpack. he groans and curses at himself for forgetting to grab it as usual. lifting himself up, his feet drag to the thrown bag on the carpeted floor, opening a pocket to retrieve the device. it lights up showing the lockscreen of a selfie of his boyfriend and him together, smiling. but it also previewed a text.

seokie <3

hi !!!!!!

how is my peach doing💓

you

hi,

i'm good a bit tired but

there's nothing sleep can't fix right ?

you

how are you, sunshine?

seokie <3

i'm doing good too !

i just woke up from a napㅠ .. ㅠ

you

lucky smh

did you go to the interview earlier today??

seokie <3

yes !!

you

how'd it go?

seokie <3

it went really well !! eeeek !!

i need to tell you everything

so imma call you !!!!

but pick up this time>:((

you

yeah yeah

hehe

𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖:

seokie <3

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𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖:

seokie <3

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"taehyungie~!!"

"hi," the said male chuckles at his boyfriend's enthusiasm and bright, positive vibe.

"okayyyy so where do i even start," the boy on the other line hums before talking again, "oh yeah! right okay so i woke up this morning really late—i'msorrypleasedon'tyellatme—but! i wasn't late to the interview so that's good," taehyung shakes his head, "so when i got to the place, i asked the lady at the front for the manager, and which by the way, she was so nice! she complimented my outfit like!! yes i know i snapped today huh? hehe~ anyways! right..so she got the manager for me and from there we went to like an office or something and we did my interview there and he said he'll definitely hire me!!"

"really?" taehyung asks surprised, his boyfriend confirming what he just said. "i'm so proud of you! i owe you a hug and lots of kisses for sure," he sighs happily as he hears the boy squealing on the other end with him, "now all you have to do it training and after that you'll have the job."

"yes! tae you don't know just how excited i am," the younger could tell he was pouting, "like my heart is beating out of my chest right now and i'm about to cryyyyy!" he whines. "but for now, tell me about your day peach!"

"oh ah, well y'know, my day was boring, like always," he scratches the back of his head, trying his best not to sound troublesome, "...just school things ha."

"even through the phone i can tell that you're lying to me."

taehyung sighs, his free hand rubbing his face, "yeah i know. i'm sorry, i suck at lying."

"do you wanna talk about it? you know i'm always here for you."

"yeah i know," he always knew. but the real question was; was taehyung always going to be there for him?

“thank you.”

—

"happy birthday hyung—i mean taehyung!"

the raven haired boy holds up a small, wrapped box in his hands towards taehyung. the older receives it and thanks him, opening it in front of him.

"ohhh..kook you really didn't have to—"

"i wanted to, so please accept it!" taehyung frowns and watches the younger beg for him to keep the expensive, valuable gift and leaves him behind to go home for the weekend. there was nothing he could do about it now but just place it carefully in his own backpack, zipping it up and walking out the same double doors. he felt so bad, he never wanted a friend—nonetheless—anyone in general to spend their money on expensive things for him.

spotting his boyfriend's silver car, he paces for it as he tries to actually enjoy the day his lover planned for him, knowing he always hated the thought of his eighteenths, not really knowing why he did. but it was a day he was going to make special just for his taehyungie, and nothing was going to ruin it.

taehyung, opening the right shoulder of the vehicle, hops in and greets the freshly showered and groomed boy. his warm hand holds onto his cold one, their eyes meeting and then his lips to his also warm cheek.

"so, where are we going?" taehyung. finally asks. the older jumping up from remembrance, almost pushing the gas pedal, and exclaims.

"i’m not gonna spoil it but you'll see, it's gonna be super fun!" he gives him a reassuring smile, taehyung trusting him as they drive off.

—

"are we there yet? we've been driving for half an hour already.."

"we're almost there, you just have to be patient puppy~" taehyung blushes at the sudden nickname, liking it too much. he much of a patient person, he could tolerate certain times but going almost an hour was his peak and he just couldn't wait any longer. not even five minutes passed again when taehyung whiningly asks, "are we there yet?" all his boyfriend could do was laugh at his own impatient one, something he loved about his character.

he pulls up to a flat, plain that was separated fairly from the two-sided road, the sound of gravel crushing against the rubber of the tires vibrates the car. putting the car in park, his boyfriend takes out the key from its place and opens his side door as he slides out quickly. taehyung, confused a bit, hesitates to open his own door until he hears the trunk close shut, seeing the older male carry out a basket and walking towards the right side of his car.

when taehyung pulls on the handle, he feels a burning itch on his left wrist. as he's flipping it over to see he spots a faded two-digit number slowly arising. but before he could clearly see anything, his boyfriend taps on the window and open the door for him. "were you waiting for me to be a gentleman," he asks mockingly. the younger, before processing anything, looks at him with anxious eyes before dropping a fake smile and played along. he gets out of the silver car, quickly offering to help carry some of the stuff the older was holding but was politely rejected.

"so," he starts, "what's with all the stuff?" pointing at the junk in his boyfriends arms, he asks curiously. the other boy just held his hand, dragging him towards a free, green and grassy spot. he lets go of his hand to unfold and place a large, wide square-patterned blanket on the ground as well as the rest of the stuff. once done, he wipes the sweat off his forehead and childishly huffs out.

"ta-da!"

a picnic.

'how cute', the younger thought. it was really just one of those nice days and now that the sun was soon to set, it started to feel more enjoyable and lovely. the older really was trying his best to make him feel special and it showed.

"do you like it?" his boyfriend asks a bit panicky, hoping he did, "or is it too cheesy?? i can fix it, i mean we can go do something else or—"

taehyung pats him in comfort, "i love it." he smiles gently as he lays his head on the older's shoulder.

—

"mine said i have until i'm ninety-six, so basically i'll have a full life," hoseok exclaims when taehyung asks about his age expectancy, not really having an interest in it based on his expression and tone. well, the younger was happy at least knowing his hoseok was going to live long. in the same sense, his wrist itched again only this time the numbers appeared darker and vividly. not wanting to catch hoseok's attention to it, he pulls his sleeve down more and avoids using that arm for the rest of the day.

it really pained him to hide anything from him, especially something as important as this. but, it would be less hurtful to say goodbye, that's why...it was better this way. it was better for them both to not acknowledge it. and if he ever asks, he would just have to lie.

their hands hold onto each other as they watch the sunset disappear slowly by the minute, all the snacks and food hoseok made and packed, gone. letting out a deep sigh and closing his eyes, taehyung turns over to the boy on his left. "hoseok," before he could tell him anything, their eyes lock, the number on his wrist aching, not only on his skin but his heart as taehyung holds back his words, replacing it with a genuine, "i love you." a tear rolling down his cheek as their foreheads meet.

—

koo。

happy late birthday btw !!

sorry i missed it:(

you

thank you^^

you're fine dw !

koo。

i owe you your present when i see you

so no saying no:𝙘

you

okay okay^^

taehyung chuckles at his friend, "he's always so serious," he mumbles to himself before taking a sip of his dark coffee, that was sitting on the counter, out of the red mug when the small pounce in his head hits again. his face scrunches in pain, hand pressing on the spot.

"you okay?"

hoseok's concerned voice echoes the kitchen. "yeah..just," he rubs his temple, "my head's been hurting all morning.."

"probably because you drink too much coffee," hoseok jokes, taking a sip of his own mug. taehyung glares at him before walking out to the living room. and it wasn't long until he was watching the news, later skimming through channels. hoseok takes the empty space next to him on the couch, wrapping an arm around him once he settled on a show. something about cuddling always made them feel happy, even though the younger's head was pounding.

they had been living together for three years, taehyung moving in after graduation. their new home felt cozy and just right, a quiet, nice neighborhood with a lot of green surrounding them. the younger hated leaving his grandmother behind, he loved her dearly, but she had told him that it was time he start his life and that she'd be fine, being the strong, independent woman she was. and so, he listened.

seeing his mug almost empty, taehyung gets up, the older's arm slipping off his shoulder, and heads to the kitchen again. his hand grips on the coffee pot's black handle, the glass hitting the clay mug as it pours hot coffee slowly. but he shakes, his head pounding slightly harder this time. still grabbing ahold of the pot, he winces at the sensation, his face scrunched and he groans. once he feels it go away, he proceeds to pour the rest of his coffee, taking the mug in his hands as he heads for the living room to join hoseok.

before he could fully turn around, though, another pounce strikes him, only this time more painful that it makes the mug slip out of his hands and drops his body to the ground, his unsupported weight causing a loud thud when it comes in contact with the wooden floor. he could hear a low voice calling out to him, a pair of hands wrapping around him. but, somehow, the rhythm of his breathing or heart beating weren't there. he couldn't sense or hear them anymore. and all of the pain he was once feeling, was gone.

everything was gone, including him.

[torishasupremacy]

going through my middle/high school notes on my phone

here are some atrocities I found:

song lyrics i wrote that i cant tell whether they’re terrible and dumb or actually kind of slap 

a billion links to h*milton fanfics that i immediately deleted (and then proceeded to throw up)

“spanish hip hop version of beauty and the best” with absolutely no context

oh god oh fuck now its a bunch of links to h*milton animatics i crave death 

and now we’ve moved on to the dear evan hansen animatics. less cringe but i still wanna punch 14 y/o me in the face

okayyyy a bunch of otp prompts. sure.

“Self-doubt is your worst enemy. Do not fall victim to the illusion of fear.” - Kayla Robinson

acne treatments because i was super insecure ab my skin. dont worry honey it gets better and by better i mean your skin still sucks but you aren’t super depressed ab it anymore

why did i write down the twitter bios for h*milton actors. why.

a list of overwatch characters back when there were only like 20

like 3 separately written lists of be more chill songs?? who are these for??

a prediction for the end of the heroes of olympus series. it didn’t happen.

a massive list of sexuality and ship hcs for characters from 6 different musicals that i apparently spent 30 minutes on

be more chill character names but in morse code?? 

“why determinate when you could just terminate? kill everyone.”

the following but in spanish: “My notebook is over here. For the first time, she is happy. Apparently the apple is red. At last, she finishes her homework. The book is good for now.”

a paragraph about why i liked be more chill that started talking about how i met one of my best friends after we realized his computer wallpaper was a scene from the show and my wallpaper was fan art of that scene, which id completely forgotten about. he ended up being a fake/toxic friend, so go figure.

“Greek mytholoPHI” horrible pun 0/10

a recipe for dijon mustard?????

“first of all, frankenstein is a stylish motherfucker” again, with absolutely ZERO context, that’s the whole note

this fucking poem: “Eyes they see. Lids they blink. Asa’s a Twink.”

a poem that is actually good and about how i was in love with my best friend but too scared to ask him out. really hits different now considering he was awful behind my back rip :)

(also we both presented as female lesbians at the time but he transitioned which is why im using he/him pronouns)

 disturbingly long and thought out sanders sides fanfiction ideas. they have all now been deleted

screenshots of this conversation:

matt: cognitive behavioral therapy explain this

kate: no bitch

matt: my mom is calling your mom RIGHT NOW

kate: UR MOOOOOMMM

matt: yeah well you smell

lola: u smell

lola: like warm beet chunks

zach: ew

matt: :(

lola: u smell like borscheeeee

me: im calling the police on everyone

kate: I like humUUSSSSS

amy: beets make me feel rustic 

matt: I cant go back to jail

mmmm now we’ve moved onto poetry AFTER he broke my heart. fun.

lmao one note titled “cast of characters” and all it says below is “...”

a really bad idea for a movie about a lesbian thespian youtuber that’s immediately followed by research on homosexuality during the holocaust

the following dreams:

“I was playing overwatch in a building in the city until half past midnight. I had to drive home and I was really bad at driving because I had to press a button to stop and I would forget to press the button until the last moment and almost crash into the car ahead of me. Then I went into the freeway above the sea and I was freaking out because it was the opposite direction from home so I did a u turn but I ended up on a ferry and I panicked and drove the car into the ocean”

“I was keeping my friend’s gecko alexander in the console of the car and mom built a picture frame terrarium to keep him in”

“I had adopted four peacock pigeon hybrids and they kept jumping in the pool. I was going to name them chad, taylor, ryan, and sharpay but dad told me to think about it and then I was debating whether to name them after the sanders sides or not”

the only decipherable part of the next note is this:

“I know him... he’s the worst kind of evil.” “What’s that?” “Little brothers”

tips for playing moira in overwatch

“12 animatronics 14 shark pool 17 accused of accusing friend of incest but actually neo betrayed will mike blanket” what does this MEAN???

a list of wacky improv characters we had on one scene: 

Nun having fun 

College dropout

Kleptomaniac teenager 

Horny teenager

Creepy uncle

I have no memory of this scene except my aro ace friend had to play the horny teenager so he kept yelling I WANT TO BONE

the entire be more chill script. like the entire thing. what the actual fuck.

my southern relatives called a storm a “frog strangler of rain” and I wrote that down

a link to the asexual manifesto

different south east asian currencies and exchange rates

quote from my classmate who was literally harold from total drama but more political: “What I’m asking is that if I had infinite helium balloons how many would I need to lift my body- not to float infinitely- but enough to plausibly kill me?”

an essay about populism

a description of a woman in my dreams. her name was millie but she made it clear her name was NOT millie bobby brown. she was bisexual and wore a shiny peacock blue leather jacket with a blue tank top and jeans. she had straight hair that was a mix of blonde and brown that was cut into a choppy bob. she and her pet tiger were living in a trailer in the woods because her boyfriend kicked her out

my natal chart (im a double aries and lunar capricorn)

a note that says “tamil nadu india” and nothing else

ive given up. if you read this far: why.

[frosty-tian]

Fan Flash Fiction: A Cold Start:

Ratings: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Genre: Slice-of-life, Comedy/Humour

Fandom: ‘Boomboom-school’

Characters: Rin Hiryu, other Class 1-B students (minor role/appearances.)

Words: 1500+

Extra notes: Idea from my wonderful friend @seersnake! As usual, polite constructive criticisms/feedback are welcome.

Summary:

It’s the new start for Rin, which meant new attitude, and new things to look forward to. However, on this fine morning, an unexpected problem strikes. 

Will Rin still be able to have a great time despite the new obstacle ahead?

Early sunlight slanted through the curtain’s crack. The long, warm beam split my room cleanly in half, turning dust specks into flickers of ember.

Usually, I simply would’ve groaned and turn my back to the light, but I was sure about this day being different.

Why, it’s the first day of December. This meant… Few more steps until Christmas and the long-awaited New Years!

Determined that absolutely nothing will meddle with this happy thought in my head, I enthusiastically threw off my warm blankets (I have the habit of sleeping with two layers during colder nights), wearing an unusually big (and possibly stupid) smile that’s brimming with optimism.

 This optimism fell flat seconds after I yanked open the thin, olive-green curtains.

I blinked once, twice.

How...?

There were small, grinding sounds (I think) when I gritted my teeth, before I hissed softly through them:

“You…!”

Within a brief matter of seconds, I was hunched in front of my laptop’s screen, click-clacking away on the keys furiously. Right after the result page popped up, I hastily skimmed across the bright screen.

“Clear with periodic clouds, wind speed…”

Finally, I stopped cold on a particular text. I gaped with much horror. Even took me a few seconds to process the info.

  “-10C/14F”

 Oh, damn it….!

  “Isn’t this bit of an over-kill?” Setsuna dropped one of her casual remarks while she tilted her head to one side and scrutinized me with a wrinkled nose. She was wearing a stylish, puffy green jacket over her uniform. Parts below the below the belt had scale patterns that’s made of something like green foil burned into the fabric, which gradually faded as it crept upwards from the hem. I can confirm that she’s one of the more up-to-date fashionsta in our class, but this morning, she looked prettier than usual.

Better judgment managed to strike me during the right moment, so I kept my tongue in my cotton surgical mask.

Simply puffed out in my full ‘winter gear’, I wonder why she thought this was something worth making a big fuss about. Okay, maybe I did throw in some ‘extra layers’ for a good measure, but still…

“I ran out of ginger powder for my warming drink.”

“Ah.”

Our conversation was cut short by a cheerful voice.

“Good morning, Setsuna! Good morning… Uhhh.”

Kendo hurriedly strolled past us, clearly not wanting to be late for class. She’s the class president, after all.

I was rather surprised at how little she was dressed for the winter. Along with her uniform, there’s only a simple, pale yellow scarf bouncing with her orange side-tail over her shoulder.

She gave me a rather bewildered look as she passed.

Personally, I don’t blame her.

Who wouldn’t be confused when they see someone dressed up like a run-away penguin? Especially if it’s one with a terrible wardrobe and braided pony-tail.

After she disappeared around the corner, Setsuna turned to me and let out a small chuckle.

“Good-luck for today, dragon boy.” She gave a small wink and flicked her forked tongue as an odd way of salute before walking down the hall, one hand in a pocket, one hand swinging her school bag with a light spring in her steps.

I rolled my eyes and thought grumpily to myself

Yes, I’m afraid I would need the luck… very, very much…

 Not wanting to be too late on the first day of December, I hastily made my way down to the common area (while almost tripping down the staircase at least once).

Across the room, the glass doors with their edges frosted framed the morning scene like a pretty picture. Just overnight, the UA field was transformed into a dazzling white wonderland when the sudden snow-storm frosted over. Small clumps of white stood out amongst the bushes’ dark branches, glittering under the bright sun like millions of diamond shards. The trees stood silently in this wintry world, some of its branches bent down a little from the weight of snow.

Most might’ve spread their arms open with a big smile and deemed this sight a ‘miracle’, ‘beauty’ or even one of ‘nature’s wonder’.

Unfortunately, I’m not much of an admirer for such a cold, dead-looking landscape.

 I stood at least a meter away from the doors, shifting my weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

Should I?

Sure, there’s rather the questionable choice of bunking (not like it’s the first time I did it since I began my school career in general), but the image of Teacher Vald and my family wearing a disappointed or disapproving frown crept into my mind…

Or maybe, I could ask someone else, like Shishida or Bondo to carry me? No no, that is bit of a selfish request, and might be embarrassment for both of us (especially them), not to mention…

 After another wasted minute of restless thoughts (and a few in-out puffs of deep breaths), I finally made up my mind.

Fearlessly, (I was trembling just a little) I stepped closer to the glass doors. I still kept my ground as they slid open with a faint whirr.

When the wind slapped against my face like a cold, wet sponge, I instantly tensed up.

But that alone wasn’t going to stop me.

Walking out into the cold, my breath became visible puffs of little white clouds that vanished into thin air. Felt like I was blowing out precious, warm steam instead of simple carbon dioxide.

 It appeared that someone had shovelled some of the snow in the early morning to make way, forming an oddly neat block of hard dirt in front of the dorm’s entrance.

Determined, I advanced my way to the far edge of the block. The thick layer of freshly fallen snow was at least 12 centimetres thick, and the mere sight actually sent a freezing jolt down my spine. That’s also when I realized how in the midst of rushing to get ready, the thought of packing snow boots had slipped clean from my mind. Great.

 Though reluctant, I began trudging painfully through the huge white blanket.

Cringing while my pant legs stuck to my skin as it slowly got soggy, I can’t help but to think, with just a hint of annoyance, to myself:

If only the person shovelled out a path as well…Certainly could’ve made quite a difference!

 It was about ten steps into my journey when a sudden, loud voice pierced the air like a stray bullet:

“RIN, YOU’RE WALKING IN THE WRONG DIRECTION!!!”

Tetsutetsu’s voice boomed across the vast field, making faint echoes that took some time to fade away into the distance. I froze, left foot hovering in mid-air. Turning my head slowly, I saw most of my classmates staring. Directly at me.

To the left, they were walking on a wide, pre-shovelled dirt road that connected our dorm to Class A’s in a T-junction, the middle extending to UA. Which I clearly missed like a dumb egg.

 The worst part about being humiliated in front of so many people is possibly how much focus you unconsciously have on everyone else’s reactions:

Kuroiro wore a huge grin from ear-to-ear. Tsuburaba’s whole body was shaking by trying awfully hard (and failing) to hold in a laugh. Yui just looked disappointed, Manga… face-palmed? Shoda had a really concerned look, Kendo…

Not too far away, a few approaching students from 1-A peering at us with curiosity.

 I felt some sort of hotness slowly spreading across my face. Thank goodness my red mask and hat somehow covered all of it.

Letting out a huge sigh of frustration, I started making my way back.

Should’ve watched if there were any little puddles.

As my foot shot out from right under me before I could even do a complete turn, the world became a colourful, sluggish blur.

For a brief moment, I caught the slightly softened version of my classmate’s shocked expressions out of the corner of my eye before I did a flip and slammed my back against the hard, wet ground. My sling bag went sailing through the wind, landing with an audible thud and sending up sprays of snow as it landed. Just when I thought this was the end of it, the freezing snow’s iciness stabbed into the back of my head as I sunk into it. I barely managed to stuff down the urge to scream. Sounds reminiscent of irritating alarm clocks screaming clashed around in my eardrums. Though I was rather well-cushioned, my spine still throbbed from the heavy impact.

 I groaned miserably as I tried slowly to ease myself up with numb arms, all while feeling hot tears prickling my eyes.

Could this possibly get any worse?

Failing to notice the frantic clopping of horse hooves, I gave a surprised yelp as a pair of small, purple-gloved hands suddenly thrusted out from under my armpits, right before strong arms hooked and helped (say: roughly jerked) me up.

“Are ya alright, Rin?! Did cha’ breakkkk anything?”

“Huh, what…?” My brain was probably half-frozen from the chill. The immediate follow-up of vigorous shaking turned it into a slushy mess.

“How many fingers am I holding upppp?” Despite being able to somewhat make out what Pony was saying, all I can see was a quivering, fuzzy bunny shape in front of my face.

A somewhat gruff yet gentle voice cut in:

“Lady Tsunotori, allow me to take it from here.”

“But…”

“Please.” “Okayyyy!”

Without a warning, Pony’s grip loosened, and I flopped down like a limp rag doll onto my knees, dazed.

Before I was given the chance to come back to my full senses, another pair of arms hoisted me right up. This pair was bigger with tufts of chocolate-coloured fur sticking out from the end of loose khaki jacket sleeves.

I sincerely hoped his glasses were fogged up. The fact that my face were pulling unpredictable, odd expressions made me want to of bury myself deeply, deeply into the soft snow.

Save for a few loud snorts, on one really laughed, but exchanged worried babbles between each other. Maybe one or two “Awwwww”s.

Pony popped up in front of me again, this time holding my (slightly soggy) school bag over her head with a triumphant look while looking up, as though she was showing me a treasure she dug up. Standing next to her like a proud big brother, Monoma was wearing a huge (but surprisingly pleasant) grin, patting her shoulder.

Ah… I’m pretty lucky to have them as classmates.

 To be honest, I had no idea whether we could make it to the first lesson in time.

But it didn’t matter that much, because I dozed off in the new-found warmth, surrounded by cheerful giggles and upbeat conversations about the latest gossips, the next test or future holiday plans.

It was the start of a dreary winter month, but at least it wasn’t a terrible one.

[hornsbeforehalos]

Anytime, Sweetheart: Part 7

Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF)

Features: Ackles & Padalecki Families, R2, Misha Collins & Vicky Vantoch, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Kim Rhodes, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Corey Taylor and other cast members & OFCs* *THIS IS AN RPF FIC**

Series Masterlist Summary: (I’m horrible at summaries, but let me try): Kylin Ackles runs to her brother’s house after leaving her abusive boyfriend of 3 years, where she meets Jeffrey. Events unfold that bring them together, as well as push them apart.  Warnings: Emotional abuse, Physical Violence, mentions of rape, cursing, drinking, recreational drug use (weed), Strip Club, RPF, NSFW**, GIFs, implied smut, Age Difference, Slow burn, Emotional rollercoaster, poorly written smutt, etc… 18+ please

(A/N: This is strictly a work of fiction that I came up with off the top of my head. For fictional purposes his S/O & Son are not mentioned. I love him and his little family, though, so no hate intended. This is the first time posting anything on Tumblr, but I couldn’t get it out of my head since my ao3 fic is currently on hiatus because writers block. Feedback is appreciated. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.)

TAGS: @jml509 @jesbakescookies @daddy-kink-confirmed @wayward-mirage @aquivercactus

   Fuck Anthony. Fuck Jeffrey. Fuck every man who ever made me feel unwanted or unattractive. On that stage, I was queen.  I had danced for 4 years at another club before I met Anthony, but of course once we got serious he was quick to make me quit. I had danced for a night when I first started working when I came back to Dallas, but only because there was 3 girls and it had gotten surprisingly busy. I missed it. I loved it, and I was damned good at it. 

       Before you judge me, let me explain something: strippers are not all sloppy nasty drunk whores who fuck for money. About 99% all have husbands and kids and normal lives, they just so happen to take their clothes off for money. I was one of those people. Anyway, back to our story,         Somehow, some way, the club kept the media out and no one outside had found out that i didnt want to know. Hell, the only people I told were Gen, Dani, and Vicki. I swore them to secrecy and told them to make sure no one found out, especially my brother.     Jensen and I hadn't really talked after the evening that I kicked Jeffrey out. He'd send me a text asking if I was okay, and I'd reply back with a 'yes.' He knew how I got sometimes when I needed space, and left me alone for a while.         I was just waking up with a particularly bad hangover one morning when I saw that his face popped up on the screen of my phone that was vibrating its way across my nightstand. I answered with a muffled, "What?" "What? Bitch! Do you know what to day is?" he beamed with a loud laugh.

   "Some douchebags birthday I guess, probably, I don't know." I mumbled, still half asleep.       "It's your favorite fucking douchebag's birthday, whore. Now, get up, I need birthday favor from you." "Whaaaaat?" I groaned, rolling over onto my back and clutching my head.     "I need you to pick up the guys from the airport for me. None of us have time over here."  he responded as I heard a loud crash come from somewhere behind him, followed by, "God damnit, Jay, Sit the hell down! - Dude, remind me to never have any more fucking kids."       "What time?" I huffed before downing the painkillers that I was grateful drunk-me had left on the nightstand with a bottle of water.    "Uh, can you get to DFW in like.....30 minutes?" referring to the airport down the street from my house. "I hate you."

"Love you too, sis, bye!" click.     With another groan, I crawled out of bed and pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a slouchy sweatshirt, pulling my hair into a thoroughly messy bun while slipping on my slippers. I grabbed my keys and purse before heading out the door.     I pulled up to the pick up area where Jensen had said the boys would be waiting for me. I was waiting for about ten minutes before I saw Misha push past the door, followed by Rob, Rich, and lastly, trailing behind in all his leather-clad manliness, was the last person I wanted, or expected to see. Jeffrey. 

   "Fuck my life." I mumbled to myself as they approached the car. I popped the trunk so they could put their luggage in the back before they began to crawl in. Misha hopped into the passenger seat as everyone else maneuvered their way into the tiny back seat, Rob sitting behind me, Rich in the middle, and Jeff behind Misha. Misha immediately leaned over the console and pulled me into his arms for a hug and a kiss on the forehead while Richard told me how much he missed me. Rob enthusiastically grabbed my shoulders from around my seat as he craned his head around and planted a wet, sloppy kiss to the side of my face. "Boys" I said in greeting, eyeing Jeffrey in the back through the rear-view mirror.    He was of course staring back silently. I quickly adverted my eyes to Misha beside me.    "How's it going, girl. Haven't seen you in almost a year!" Mish beamed, his arm crossing over the console again to give my thigh a squeeze. I looked at him through the corner of my eye as he left his hand there, and he gave me a look back as if saying "I know this sucks, and I'm sorry." I squinted my eyes at him, but he already knew I was irritated without our silent conversation.    "Are you excited about the party tonight, little lady? You know, I hear your favorite band is playing!" Rob said excitedly, leaning forward again in his seat with his hands on the side of my headrest.    "Bob-o, you know Jensen wouldn't get H.I.M here for his birthday!" Richard teased, smacking Rob in the chest jokingly. "Fuck you, Rich. Fuck you" Rob chuckled back to him.    "I absolutely love your hair by the way, Ky, brings out your pretty green eyes." Rob continued gleefully, playing with a strand that had fallen out of my bun.    "Thanks babe, It's hard as fuck to keep up with." I leaned my head back a little as Rob pulled my hair out of the elastic, fingering it as it fell down. I looked back into the rear view mirror, and to my delight, Jeffrey was staring at me with an obviously irritated look on his face. I smirked back at him before returning my eyes to the road.      Jeffrey stayed completely stoic the entire ride to my parents' as I laughed and flirted with the boys. It was always like that with them; Misha had a thing about touching me, and Rob and Rich, well, they had a thing about just being around me, especially since it was the first time they'd seen me since the accident at Jensen's. I could feel Jeff's eyes bore into the back of my head as I received the attention that I had been craving from the other men. Rob had let me know that him and Mollie had decided to separate until his schedule died down again, seeing as she was busy with the lawfirm and didn't have a lot of free time anyway. Rich and Jaci were doing well, and Misha and Vicky were trying for baby number 3 while preparing for GISH. I didn't ask how Jeff had been.    "So, Ky, how's the skrrrrrrippin' going?" Misha giggled, leaning towards me in his seat. I shot him a side ways glare again. Vicky of course squealed. They told each other everything. Rob gasped, Richard almost choked, and I could swear i heard a chuckle from Jeff. I narrowed my eyes and glared at the road, tightening my grip on the steering wheel. Thank God Jensen wasn’t here. "Fine, Dmitri. Fuck you."    "You know, I seen Kylin's tits one time, they're pretty fucking awesome." Rich chimed in from the backseat. Jeffrey's eyebrows almost hit his hairline.    "I've seen 'em before too. Definitely pay-per-view worthy." Rob bobbed his head up and down in agreement. "She's fucked my wife before while I watch-"    "Okayyyy so, everyone in the car has seen my tits can we-" I tried to say before I was cut off. "I've never seen them," Jeffrey drawled in protested with a smirk.     Everyone got silent as I glared at him through the mirror once more, before declaring, "And you never will."    I pulled up to my parents’ drive way without getting out, still needing to go back to my place to shower and change and get ready for the festivities that would be happening all day long and into the night. Jensen and Josh both walked up to the car to greet me as I popped the trunk again as the men crawled out. Jensen tucked his head in through the driver's side window at the same time Josh did the same to the passenger side. "Brothers" I said menacingly, glaring a head at the garage door. "Sister" they both replied in unison.    "What is he doing here, and why did you make me have to pick him up from the airport?" My question was obviously aimed at the birthday boy.    "Because you were closer and his plane just so happen to land at the same time as the others'." he smirked, skipping over the first half of my inquiry. "Josh is right here."  I whipped my head around to glare at my eldest brother.    "I was helping Jason set up the stage." He lifted his hands up defensively with a giggle.    "Shut up, I wasn't talking to you." I narrowed my eyes at him before turning back to Jensen. "He was helping set up the stage." Jensen repeated with his own laugh. "First question then?" I cocked my head to the side.    "Because he was my friend before he was your fuck buddy." Jensen's face went still.    "Jensen," Josh said with a warning. He knew I was pissed already, 'why add fuel to the fire?' "We never fucked." I growled through gritted teeth. "Whatever." Jensen rolled his eyes. "Do you even want me to come tonight?" "Yes." "Then shut the fuck up before I knock those perfect teeth down your throat." I threw my car in reverse as the boys stepped away just in time not to get their feet ran over. 

​When I got home I immediately called Vicki. "He said something, didn't he?" She immediately said as a greeting. "Yuuup," I replied, popping my lips, "Right in front of Jeffrey, too." "Shit. He's there? Fuck." I could hear the cringe in her voice. "Yeah, dude, ugh." I raised my palm to my for head as I walked to the bathroom. "Well, what are you going to do?" She asked as I started pulling my clothes off.    "I don​'​t know, man. I didn​'​t think I'd have to see him again. Jensen's doing this on purpose." I put the phone on speaker as I finished undressing and started the shower.    She sighed before replying, "Probably. I think you should talk to him. You were drunk the last time you saw him and was in a really bad place."    I sighed back before stepping in the shower and calling out to her, "I'm still in a bad place, Vicks."    "I know that, hun, but not as bad as you were 3 weeks ago. I'm sure he understands." She said as I lathered my shampoo into my hair    "Pffft. I was a total cunt to him when I picked them up. He didn​'​t see​m​ too thrilled to see me, either" spoke through the water as I rinsed my hair.    "Well I don't know what to tell you. Wash your ass and don​'​t abuse my husband too much" she laughed before disconnecting the call.    With a roll of my eyes I finished my shower before stepping out to blow dry my hair and do my makeup. once finished I stepped back into my bedroom to get some clothes on, choosing a simple floral romper that had a halter neck and was short enough to show my thigh tattoos. I threw on my black high wedge sandals before grabbing my purse and keys and heading back to Richardson. 

   "​Kylin's here! It's shot time!" I heard Richard call the second I walked into the house.    "Jesus Christ" I mumbled under my breath as I felt everyone shift their eyes to where I stood by the front door.    Misha immediately broke out into a sprint towards me, pushing past the small group of people in the dining room. Once he reached me, he scooped me up into his arms and spun me around before setting me down and throwing arm around my waist, ushering me into the kitchen where my parents were sitting at the kitchen table with Jensen, Jared, and Josh, ready with loaded shot glasses.    "What the fuck are you doing, Mom?" I urged, surprised at the sight of my mother with a large margarita glass in front of her beside a shot glass of Tequila.    "Ky, It's not" -hiccup- "Everyday" -hiccup- "That your son turns" -hiccup- "Forty" My dad giggled, sneaking his face over to where my mom's margarita straw was.    "Alan Ackles, get your own!" My mother scolded, smile on her lips while she smacked my father in the face gently with the back of her knuckle. 

“I’m thirty-nine, dad, Lord.” Jensen grumbled as he raised his glass.    I took my place at the table as the room seemed to fill in, Richard bring me a shot shortly before making me scoot over ​to squeeze into my seat with me.    "Here's to the shittiest brother on the planet." I raised my glass sarcastically as everyone laughed, a particular chuckle coming from behind me standing out a little more than the others. I rolled my eyes as I tipped my head back.    "Jesus, I'm too old for this." My mother's sour face puckered and Jensen barked out a laugh, throwing his head back into Dani behind him.    "I don't think I've ever seen your parents drunk," She giggled, placing her hands on Jensen's shoulders.    "I have, he tried to steal my wife from me!" Jared boomed, hugging Gen’s big belly protectively while shooting fake daggers at my dad, who was wagging his finger drunkenly at Jared.    "Guys, it's barely 5, go take a nap" Makenzie sighed, always the responsible one, with a hand on both of our parents' shoulders.    "Come on, Kenz, live a little!" I boomed, lifting my glass in Rob's direction, who was holding the bottle of Crown.    "You live enough for the both of us, Sis," She said sarcastically, narrowing her eyes at me.    Rob reached my side, attempting to shield me from the obvious feeling that was Jeffrey's stare to the back of my head and began pouring me another shot. He looked down at me through the corner of his eye with a wink and a smirk. I smirked back while lifting my hand from my lap to loop my finger into his back belt loop. He wiggled his ass against my hand and arm, making me giggle. "You good?" He squinted as he filled his glass as well.

I peered around him and caught Jeffrey’s eye for a split second before looking back up to him with a smirk, “I will be.”

   I spent most of the evening outside by the pool with Misha and Rob, one of them near me at all times, and constantly flirting. I was sprawled across one of the outside benches with my feet in Misha's lap and my head in Rob's, who was playing with my hair while I scratched at that fucking grey patch in his beard, when Jeffrey finally had enough liquid courage to try to talk to me. Rob's fingers stilled in my tresses and Misha smacked my feet off of him, prompting me to sit up correctly. 

"What do you want?" I sighed. Rob and Mish both rolled their eyes. "Come on, Rob, let's go spank the birthday boy" Misha laughed. Both men stood simultaneously. I glared at their backs as Jeffrey moved to sit beside me. "This okay?" He asked, only slightly sarcastic.    "How have you been, Jeffrey?" I sighed again, ignoring his question while reaching for my beer. "Good, yourself? You look....better." I took a sip while nodding my head. "Look, Ky-" he tried, but I cut him off. "I get it, dude. Its cool. I was drunk, I should have known better. My fault."    "You know that it wasn't because I didn't want you, right?" He whispered, looking around to make sure no one was listening. "You don't have to lie to me, Mr. J, I get it."    He groaned and scrubbed his face with his hands, "I'm not fucking lying, Kylin. God dammit. What did you want, me to treat you like some whore?" he furrowed his bows and gestured his hands in the question. I rolled my eyes and mumbled, "at least then I'd gotten what I wanted." 

   With a shake of my head I stood up and headed inside to find my things. The 3 sentence conversation had me wanting to get the hell oout of there. I told everyone I wasn't feeling well, told Jensen and the boys bye and left, but drove to the club instead of home.

   "Ky, someone bought you off." John said once entered the dressing room, sweat dripping down his forehead per usual. I had just finished getting (un)dressed and was putting on my 9 inch heels. "The fuck? I just got here?" I questioned, furrowing my brows in confusion,    "I'm not allowed to say who. Its supposed to be a surprise." He giggled. I looked at him with a shocked look on my face "Don​'​t be stupid, Kylin" he shifted his glance, understanding my expression.    "Fine, whatever" I huffed before hauling myself up and stalking to the V​.​I​.​P section.    John eventually caught up to my long legs and escorted me into the champagne room, which was empty save a bottle of crown and a stack of money on the table.    "​Must be in the restroom" John noted as I flopped onto the couch, leaning over to pick up the large group of bills.    "Hmmm" I replied, sifting through the hundreds. There had to at least be three grand here.    I confirmed the amount correctly as John nodded to me before leaving. Shortly after, the curtain moved again, revealing who had paid for me to be off the floor for the night. Of course, it was Jeffrey.    "Nope, not doing this." I instantly threw the pile of money back on the table and hoisted myself back to my feet. Jeff blocked the exit.    "I just paid for a taxi to drive me almost 2 hours away, girl." He narrowed his eyes and clasped his hands together in front of him. "What are you doing, Jeffrey?" I glared, trying to move around him. "Well I figure if this is the only way to talk to you..." He trailed off with a chuckle.    I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms as he moved around me to sit on the couch.    "Wanna drink?" He asked nonchalantly, lifting the bottle from the ice bucket and cracking it open.    "Whatever, Jeffrey. You're lucky I need my rent." I huffed as I stomped back over to the couch and threw myself down like a child.    "That's right, baby girl, Daddy will take care of you tonight." He drawled, voice rough like gravel suddenly as he handed me the glass of whiskey. I narrowed my eyes at him again as he let out another deep chuckle. ​   "What? You wanna act like a whore, I'll treat you like one." He growled, taking a sip of his own drink as he let his free hand danced across the space between us on the couch to my thigh.    I huffed out a laugh as I spread my legs over his lap before taking another hearty swig of liquor, "So, ​​​you do think I'm a whore, huh?" I said, seductive tone to my voice.    Jeffrey choked on another laugh while shaking his head at me, "What ever will get you to talk to me, sweet heart," He ran his fingertips across my shin bones, enticing goosebumps to come to the surface of my flesh. ​ ​   I finished off the remaining liquid in the tumbler before removing my legs from his lap and re-positioning to straddle him. His eyebrows shifted upward, surprised by my actions as he leaned us forwards for us to place our glasses on the table. He leaned back and moved his hands to my hips. 

   "So, what would you like to talk about, Mr. Morgan?" I said seductively, beginning to grind down on his lap in pace with the r&b song playing over the speakers.    His eyes had sank to where our bodies met, and he tilted his hips into mine with a low growl. He ran his hand up the my ribs and onto my back, his wide palm almost covering my shoulder blades as his fingers found a place in my hair.    "What could ever make you think I don't want you?" He rasped, eyes as deep as coal in the dim light as I continued to shift my hips into his. I stared at him for a moment, unsure of what to say.    "I needed you, and you wouldn't have me," finally came out of my mouth, as cold as I intended it to.    With a growl of frustration Jeffrey shifted us, laying me down onto the cushion of the couch on my back as he positioned himself between my thighs much like on New Years. "I'd have you right now if I could, doll." 

   My breath had hitched in my throat as I stared into his pupils, riddled with lust. Heat pooled between us as bent his head forward to kiss at my sternum, followed by him dragging his thick beard upward to my chest. He brought his hands from my sides to my breasts, pushing them together to bury his face in between them with a rock of his hips against mine. My hands went into his hair, gently tugging at the sensations that he was bringing about within me. Without warning he flipped us back to our original position and tugged at the string that was holding my bikini top in place.    "Let me so those tits that everyone's seen but me," He growled, eyes focused on my heaving chest as he pulled the material from my skin. His black irises twinkled with a hunger as he bit his bottom lip​ before returning his gaze to my face.    "Ohhh, God damn, woman." He grunted before rutting his face against me again, tongue and teeth ravishing.    "Jeff," I involuntarily moaned, tilting my head back at the feeling of his hands and lips against my flesh.    "Mmmmm," He rasped into my ear, lifting his hips in time with mine, "I missed the way you sound. So pefect."    I tightened my grip in his hair as I dug down more, reveling in the friction felt by my thin t-back being ground up against his rough denim jeans. He splayed his hands across my back, pulling me down into the sensation as his nails lightly left crescent marks where he held onto me.  He lifted his head to look into my eyes, irises darting around my face momentarily before he grabbed me by the back of the head and forcefully pushed his lips against mine with a guttural groan from his chest.     Instantly, every doubt that I had had or anger or any other emotion, for that matter, went right out of the fucking window. I whimpered against his mouth as I parted my lips and pushed my tongue against his, desperate to be closer. He pulled me away by my hair long enough to stare into my eyes for a second, as if in question, before colliding himself with me again. Our motions became harsher against each other, and his hands were everywhere. I could feel the strain in his jeans push harder and harder against the flimsy fabric between my legs as I rotated my hips in tiny circles against him, pulling moans from me and grunts from him. His lips moved down to my neck where he bit the sensitive flesh, leaving light red marks in his wake. His hands traveled from my back to my ass, his fingertips running over the strings at my hips, tugging at them teasingly. The pressure in my belly pushing me further and further into oblivion with every buck and grind.    "You gonna come for me, baby?" He whispered as he dipped his hand between our bodies to feel the wetness soaking my panties. All I could reply back with was another tongue-heavy kiss and a whimper as my body exploded and a cry left my lungs. White spots clouded behind my eyelids as he wrapped his long arms around my back, holding me close to him as he pushed me further into his lap before grunting himself, fingers flexing in their place on my shoulders.    "Only woman alive that can resort me back to a fuckin' teenager, you know that?" He whispered in my ear before looking at me in the face again. Both of us had a slight sheen of sweat coating our skin, our breaths still ragged and shaky. I slunk off his lap to the side of him and turned with my feet still on his thighs to make us drinks.    "You get what you came here for, Mr. Morgan?" I snickered as I handed him his glass of whiskey.    "Seems like we both did, Ms. Ackles" he chuckled back with a smile, hand wrapping around one of my ankles. 

part eight: https://hornsbeforehalos.tumblr.com/post/164096328644/anytime-sweetheart-part-8