#like as a smoker (not proud of that) i know i would be pissed if she took my not yet lit sigerret and just threw it at a forcefield

[smollandkindaannoyed]

it is so minor but I love the differences in what Shibuki throws to show that they can't leave. Like manga version is nice and just picks up a stick, anime version is being a bit meaner and takes Karube his sigerret out of his mouth and throws that and then netflix version just fully doesn't care about personal boundraries and straight up just takes Chota his employee pass out of his pocket and throws that.

Like I'll have to see if anime Shibuki is like actually a middle version of the two because manga and netflix hers are very different people

[grandline-fics]

Hey dear! I really love your writing,so so much! And if you were still open for requests I would love to see you write Smoker with the prompt 'Kiss to prove a point' If that is okay? <3 Thank you so much and thank you for sharing your amazing writing! <3

DESCRIPTION: Prompt: Kiss to prove a point

WARNINGS: none

CHARACTERS: Smoker

WORDS: 1,276

A/N: Hi there! Thank you so much for this request, there's very Smoker love on my blog which I'll have to try and fix haha. I had a lot of fun coming up with the scenario for this prompt and I hope you like what I wrote.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

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When people looked at Smoker they took in the tall imposing figure; the broad shoulders, the scar, and the constant scowl and nearly hostile stare that kept everyone guessing on whether he was incapable of being in a good mood or if someone had pissed him off the second he woke up that morning. Some on the G5 base now joked that Smoker scowled when he was a kid and his face got stuck that way, his expression only changing to evoke angrier emotions, never positive ones. The subordinates of G5 obviously worshipped their commander, it was just they needed to find something to comment on, to joke about and use it as a way to see that he was human just like the rest of them. While focussing on Smoker’s constantly grumpy face was always a classic for them, a new topic had arisen to entertain the masses: his blossoming relationship with you.

The term blossoming was very, very loose for the G5 Marines because nothing in anyway juicy or scandalous had so much as occurred on the base between you two. At this point they would have  taken something borderline tame. Just something. Anything to show them that their boss was actually in a relationship. Because as far as they knew one morning they all came down to the mess hall and Tashigi gleefully passing along the news that you and Smoker were officially dating. That was it, just the Captain’s solid confirmation of the romance. Nothing changed though. You both were the visions of decorum and stellar professionalism. 

Now you were the more cheerful of the pairing-which wasn't hard by comparison- but when you and Smoker were seen talking in the corridors or in the other's office it was always respectable, enough space between you both as it had before Tashigi stated you were an item. There was no quick jolts out of each other’s presence like you’d almost been caught getting cosy, no flushed faces or lingering looks shared. Hell, no one had even seen you touch the other even something as simple as you putting your hand on his arm would have given them something. After a week of waiting they came to the conclusion that Smoker was clueless and they felt sorry for you.

“Should we say something?” One asked in the middle of the training yard one afternoon. “Not even in a prying way…maybe he just doesn’t know?”

“Know what?” A second questioned with a frown.

“Maybe he doesn’t know how relationships like this work?”

“Yeah he could be unknowingly neglecting them?” The third suggested make the first Marine nod firmly, happy that someone was on his wavelength.

“Exactly! It’s not prying exactly, just offering encouragement?” He stated with a proud smile. “And if the Vice-Admiral’s in good spirits then the entire base’s morale will improve too.”

“Guys…I’ve had a thought.” Another Marine uttered nervously. “What if it's too late? What if they’ve already broken up?” Silence fell over the group as they now considered the very possible scenario. Poor you, already fed up of no change in your relationship with Smoker had ended things but you were both so professional that no one knew anything. 

“No!” One of the Marine’s laughed, more to convince himself that couldn't be the case. “Tashigi would have said!”

“What? So soon after telling us they were together?” The Marine asked with a solemn shake of their head. “Announcing a breakup so soon after would be a greater wound to Vice-Admiral Smoker’s pride than anything.” Once again the dejected silence fell over the group, mourning their commander and idol’s dead love life. 

Sharply behind the group, a loud and obvious throat was cleared and every Marine snapped their heads around to freeze and pale at the sight of Smoker staring down at them; arms folded, eyes narrowed, and teeth slowly grinding against the cigars in his mouth. “The point of the training yard is to actually train your bodies and skills, not train your tongues to gossip like teenagers.”

The group flinched at the harsh words but they swallowed their fear enough to meet his stare.

“W-we’re sorry sir but we-”

“I heard.” Smoker sharply cut off the pathetic excuse before he had to suffer hearing their ridiculous opinions in his personal life another time. “I just don’t know how any of it is your concern.”

“Morale!” Smoker rolled his eyes at their unified explanation. When in doubt, that always was their go-to reasoning for immaturity. One dared to continue with hope in their eyes. “Please at least tell us you haven’t blown things yet. Don’t be afraid to make them feel special, it’s okay to show you care.”

“I haven’t-” Smoker stopped himself to roughly run a hand down his face at exasperation at the group. He was beginning to consider he was being too soft with his subordinates and let out a sharp huff. This was all Tashigi’s fault. Why couldn’t she have kept her mouth shut? “You have no need to worry. Everything is…everything is fine.”

“Just fine?” One of the Marine’s questioned with a tense frown. “Sir…”

“What now?”

“Fine is how you describe the mess hall’s food…not a new relationship.” The Marine told him. “If you're not careful they could be seduced by someone who’s not afraid to even hold their hand.”

Smoker was about to launch into a full tirade at the group for meddling in his life and inferring he wasn’t treating you properly. He’d been very close to throttling them when they hadn’t realised he was there and neglecting you in some way. Now hearing it being said to his face only angered him more. Thankfully for their benefit, you’d appeared in the training yard in search of another Marine. Your eyes locked on to the Marine in question, spotting him amongst the group in front of Smoker and began to approach.

Feeling something snap in him, Smoker swiftly discarded his cigars and closed the space just as you drew closer. You gave him a cursory nod and prepared to step around him, only to gasp when Smoker’s arm caught you around the waist and turned you to face him properly. Your eyes widened when Smoker’s lips settled over yours, luring you into a slow and gentle kiss. As always with Smoker, his presence enveloped you completely, settling you into a sense of calm and had you responding to the kiss immediately while quickly forgetting your surroundings. The second you returned the kiss Smoker heightened it once more, inwardly smirking in satisfaction at your eager reaction and the fact that this would now promptly shut up his squad and teach them to never doubt him or his ability to know how relationships work. 

Reluctantly Smoker parted and pressed a final peck against your still parted lips. Blinking out of your daze you stared up at your lover, breathless and pleasantly surprised. Pressing your lips together you finally felt you were being stared at and glanced to the side to see your slack-jawed audience and cleared your throat, forcing a polite smile to the group before looking away again. “It’s not our anniversary is it?” You asked softly to Smoker while he offered you a rare chuckle that was often left when you were both in private.

“Nah, everything’s fine.” He told you, finally releasing you. “Don’t think about it.”

“Easy for you to say, I’ll be thinking about this all day.” You laughed before walking away, the kiss effectively making you forget why you even came out to the training yard in the first place.

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Cyprus-b was a shithole.

It was a shithole planet on the outskirts of a shithole system with the shittiest people I’ve ever met. And that is saying something.

Someone, covered in mud, slapped me across the face within the first twenty minutes. My vision had gone starry, and Paul had grabbed me by the arm, lest I “Begin another interplanetary incident.” Which was a thing that had happened one fucking time and afterwards everyone had to watch Gideon like a hawk because Gideon couldn’t control her temper.

Shut up. I hated it there.

We’d surveyed the planet, and you and Ianthe had begrudgingly done your lyctor business, which I guess I could have helped with but I was feeling moody and my cheek was swelling up and I didn’t want to.

I’d loitered around with Coronabeth, who’d somehow gotten in the good graces of the mud-asshole who’d slapped me, just as quickly as I’d pissed him off, and was now in possession of a rather large chunk of crystal.

“What are you going to do with that?” I asked, running a hand through my hair.

She smiled at me, which was not a luxury I was afforded often. I didn’t have a heart, but if I had? It would have turned into a jackhammer.

She held it out in front of her like a puppy or a baby. “I think it’ll make a nice statement piece in my room. Or I could smash someone’s skull in? One never does have enough bludgeoning instruments, hm?”

Remember what I said about the horniness? Yeah.

“You could smash my skull in, you know? Really freak out mud-boy and the shitheads over there.”

Corona laughed. It was so nice to hear—a laugh. We’d killed Dad-God and we were doing what someone could arguably call “good work” and the worst was seemingly over and no one was laughing. Except for Ianthe every once in a while, which sounded like a smoker with a deflating balloon caught in their windpipe. She sounded like shit.

Corona let me hold the crystal. When she passed it to me, she touched my fingers for a little too long. I might have blushed, she might have winked. All I know for sure is that the weight of the thing suddenly felt like nothing. Something heavier made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

And I knew, obviously. I knew you were looking at me.

I knew you hated when I didn’t help. You were staring at me and judging me and fine. Fine. I should have helped. I should have shoved my hands in the dirt like you and Ianthe and I should have done anything but what I was doing.

But I didn’t want to. I felt petulant and bitchy. I felt like I wanted to throw the fucking crystal at your head. Then regret it. Then probably get a crystal to the head myself.

I handed the thing back to Corona, feeling something that tasted like blood rising up in my chest. I wanted to say something catty, to share a dumb little secret with her, and to make you watch like I knew you were.

Then, how-fucking-ever. Judith Deuteros hobbled out of the ship, looking as proud as she could whilst being absolutely fucked up. And then, well, I kind of ceased to exist.

I felt when you stopped looking at me, too. It made me feel like nothing. Like less than nothing.

I ran my bitten nails over my scalp as hard as I could, wishing that they were sharper. Wishing I could draw blood.

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[intcritus]

Best experiments to date?

I hate to say this, but recreating a serum from Salem's feathers. You see, he had stumbled upon Salem before his current rebirth, not because they were friends, but because Draco is infinitly curious about everything. And Salem had always been rather closed off and downright rude to him ( Salem could smell scientist on the fucker and it never boded well for their kind ) So short of drugging, kidnapping and strapping the phoenix to the table and quite literally ripping out Salem's feathers, he experimented on the phoenix, for almost 4 months. And one thing someone has to understand is, ripping out those feathers is like slowly flaying the skin with a rusted knife, it's the way Salem feels it, the pain is agonizing enough that it forced them to pass out, to send them near death too many times to count.

Draco doesn't see himself as cruel since everything is in the name of science, he knows he probably took it too far, but the end result was successul, somewhat. He used to be a very heavy smoker, so there's clogged aortas and his lungs and heart were failing him. Capturing and experimenting on Salem was a means to an end. Eventually, he decided to take the serum created ( he was only able to extract a small amount since every other attempt was unsuccessful ) and he took it. Unfortunately, or fortunately whichever way you'd see it, Elliot had tracked Draco down when the scientist chose to let Salem go. The Phoenix was near death, bleeding, pale, and pissed. Elliot didn't need to hear a distress call to find him because they're mentally linked like twins.

Needless to say, once Draco attempted to let Salem go after coming above ground, Elliot took his fucking head off. And like I was saying, after Elliot rescued his bestfriend and attempted to nurse them back to health, Draco unfortuntely ( or fortunately for himself ) had ressurected. Oh, he was joyous ! Experiment completely successful, the flaw in his plan though ? The clogged aorta, CAD, none of that stuff actually healed or went away. He still suffered from those, no matter how many times he ressurected intentionally. So he suffers, but he still finds it to be one of his best tests yet.

The second best would have to be using rudimentary morse code to communicate with insects and small animals alike to do the most mundane things, even if it's simple telling them to respond in any way they can. He's very proud of this because he finds that insects are intelligent creatures with a personality all their own, and they just need the patience and care to communicate properly. He likes knowing there's a way to communicate, since they can tap out morose code with a beat of their wings, their chittering, or whatever they chose to use. It's fascinating to him.

[yuckydraws]

Okay!!! Here’s Part 2 or this little snippet I wrote. It got long lmao, but hopefully it’s enjoyable!

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Vant jumps at the sound of knocking at his door.

“… Vant? Can I come in?” He hears your muffled calling from behind the door.

You’re still here? He frowns in his crumpled position underneath the bed. It’s like… well, he has no idea what time it is but his room is pitch black without the sun shining through his curtains so he knows it’s at least after sundown. He’d thought you’d have gone home by now.

You must have been having fun with them.

Or… perhaps your fun was tainted by what he said to you.

Either way, he stays quiet, thinking you’ll just leave.

He should have known better. You’re a persistent human.

You knock again.

“Come on, Vant, I know you’re in there!” You yell. You don’t sound happy. He could almost slap himself. Of course you aren’t happy. You’re pissed. At him. Which isn’t an uncommon occurrence.

“I’m going to keep knocking until you answer.“

Do you really think that will work?

… after what feels like hours of you banging on his door, he questions his own sanity. Stars, he forgets how annoying you can be.

“I just want to talk.” You call over your knocks, and that’s when he snaps and falls right into your trap.

“Well I don’t want to!” He yells, immediately regretting it.

He’s an idiot.

“Ha! So you are in there!” You say, jiggling the doorknob only to find that it won’t budge.

“… did you lock me out? Seriously?”

Well he didn’t lock you out specifically, but he feels himself smirking at the accusation, relieved that you won’t be getting in here anytime soon.

At his silence, he hears you huff. A sound he likely wouldn’t be able to hear if he wasn’t a monster.

“Fine. Be that way.” You grumble.

He hears your footsteps as you retreat from his door, but you soon come back with someone else. One of the Papyri by the sounds of his strides. And then the familiar sound of picking a lock? His anxiety ramps right back up as his soul beats nervously faster.

Pfft… you didn’t really get one of the guys to pick his lock… did you?

His question is answered as his door clicks open and light from the hall floods into his room, slightly blocked by your shadow and a taller one.

“Thanks Midas.” You say, giving Midas a smooch on his cheek that causes him to purr.

“anytime, cutie.” Midas drawls, quickly leaving to let you do your thing.

Vant is going to murder him. That no good smoker has no sense of boundaries! He clenches his fists as he tries to control his breathing.

“Ugh, why are you just sitting in the dark?” You mutter, feeling around his wall for the switch. You’ve never been in here after all.

Stars, why can’t you just leave him alone? You’re making it really hard for him to distance himself from you.

You must find the switch because his room is filled with light and he hears you shut his door.

“… you locked the door, and you’re hiding? Dude, what is your deal?”

He hears you walk around, opening his closet, peeking behind his curtains, and finally stopping in front of his bed.

He swears you can hear his soul beats they’re so loud.

“Are you…? No, there's no way you would fit under there.” You talk to yourself.

He breathes out a quiet sigh of relief.

That is until bright light quickly flashes under the bed as you lift up the bedskirt and peek at him, meeting his eyes.

“Gotcha!!” You sound proud of yourself.

He jumps in surprise, knocking his skull on the bottom of his bedpost causing him to hiss in pain and slam his sockets shut as he rolls onto his front to hold his skull.

“Shit! Sorry! Are you okay?” You ask, worriedly laying down so you can get a better look at him from this angle.

“GET OUT!” He screeches at you, sending a glare your way as his skull pulses in pain.

“Look, I’m sorry, I just want to talk to you-”

“I DON’T CARE!”

You frown, reaching a hand under the bed. He doesn’t know what you plan to do, but he snarls at you, growling low and threatening - something all monsters are able to do. His is especially deep, almost like the growl of a wolf.

You blink, and freeze in your motions.

“Did you just growl at me?” You almost sound offended, as you furrow your brow.

Your confusion is so cute-

He pushes those thoughts away and doesn’t answer, instead he just continues his glare.

Maybe you’ll go away?

He lets out another growl as you try, again, to reach for him. You scoff.

“Come on. You’re being ridiculous.” You try.

“I’m not the one who picked someone’s lock when they so obviously want to be alone.” He pushes.

“I only got Midas to do that because you wouldn’t answer the door like a little priss.” You bite back.

His anger spikes at the use of the word “little”.

“GET OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE!” He yells, scowling at you. You roll your eyes.

“You know what?” You say, getting up.

“WHAT?”

“I’m not doing this.” You decide.

“Good.” He snaps.

However, your words do have him relaxing enough that he doesn’t notice you stopping again. This time at the foot of the bed.

Your hands grip his feet and his working eye-light shrinks as you start to pull him out from under the bed. He digs his claws into the carpet and flails his feet around, trying to loosen your grip.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” He screams.

“We! Are! Going! To! Talk! Like! Adults!” You yell, emphasizing each word with a strong tug, pulling him out more and more each time despite his best efforts.

The situation would probably be comical if he wasn’t so damn pissed.

He doesn’t go down easy.

“I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY TO YOU!”

“Then listen to me! Cause I have things to say to you!!!” You match his volume and successfully pull him out. He thinks you're going to let go, so he’s prepared to scramble under the bed again, but you shock him yet again with both your actions and strength as you pick him up by his feet - leaving him dangling upside down, facing you.

This is humiliating.

He flushes a bright red and thrashes around in your hold, smacking your legs with his free arms and kicking his feet as much as he can.

“PUT ME DOWN!!!”

“Not until you promise me you’ll sit and talk with me.” You sound winded at the effort to keep him in your hold, yet it stays strong.

“I don’t have to promise you SHIT!!” He screeches, grasping the back of your legs and pulling himself forward to bite your knee. It’s not enough to actually harm you, but enough to shock you.

You yelp, dropping him. He tucks and rolls, landing on his feet and turning to face you in a crouched fighting stance.

You gape at him.

“You bit me!”

“Go cry about it, bitch!” He snarks, scowling up at you. Your eyes widen at the insult.

Oh too far. Too far. He falters, debating on softening, but you beat him to the punch… by attempting to tackle him to the bed.

He dodges it, leaving you alone on his bed, rolling over in an attempt to try to pounce again. He restrains you before you get the chance, climbing on top of you the moment you roll over. He pins your hands above your head and your legs under his. You don’t budge despite your determined wiggling.

Once you realize that you aren’t getting out of his hold you go limp, chest heaving from the small fight you both just had and staring up at him with a fierce gaze.

He scowls right back.

The tension is thick in the room as you glare at each other.

Until you suddenly soften as you examine his face.

“Have you been crying?” You ask, with furrowed brows.

Vant recoils like you’ve slapped him, letting go of your hands and sitting back on his heels, practically straddling you.

“NO!” He denies, avoiding eye contact. You sit up slowly, gently cupping his face in your hands, and brushing your thumbs over his cheekbones. You frown as you do so.

All his fight dies.

His eye-light dilates as he stares at you in shock. He feels himself flush at the attention as you lean your face closer to his.

He has to stop himself from purring and leaning into your touch.

He glances at your lips, he could close the distance so easily in this position, and stars he really wants to. But he doesn’t, and his attention is called back up to your eyes as you continue to speak.

“Yes you have, you’ve got those red tear stains. Pup gets them too when he’s been crying.” You say, matter of factly. “Are you okay?”

Curse his magical, goopy, red tears.

“I’m fine.” He bites, regretfully pushing your hands away and getting off of you and the bed. “Now, if you’re done wrestling with me, I’m going back under. I was comfortable.”

You deadpan from your perch on the bed.

“How? How were you comfortable?”

He flushes and throws a pillow at your face, climbing back under the bed while you recover.

He hears you sigh… and he wonders if you’ll leave.

But, instead you climb off the bed and sit on the floor next to it with your back against it.

You don’t pressure him to come out again, instead just letting silence take over you both as you gather your thoughts.

“Look. I get that I’m some weird human who’s suddenly pulled your brother away from you, but how long is it going to take for you to warm up to us being a couple? I’ve been dating Pup and the others for almost a month and we’ve been friends for much longer. I don’t understand why you’ve been so hostile since we’ve started dating. We used to get along… before. This overprotective older brother thing is getting old.” You say, baffling him.

You think this is about Pup?

He wishes that’s what this was about.

“I just…” You start in a soft voice. “I miss you.”

… yeah… he misses you too.

“Why do you hate me?” You ask.

His eyelight shrinks at the question as he frowns, picking at the carpet nervously.

“I don’t.” He answers honestly.

“Then why do you keep pushing me away?”

“…”

You sigh.

“Well…” you trail off, placing your hand on the ground next to you as you start to stand up.

He can’t fucking take it anymore.

He reaches out, placing his hand over yours,

You pause.

… and settle back down.

“Ah, I think I get your drift.” You say softly, patting the top of his hand with your free one. “Pup’s told me a bit about your underground… I should have guessed sooner. It’s hard to accept closeness with new people, right?”

You read him like a book… though in this case, he finds that he doesn’t mind.

“Do you want to start over?” You ask.

He nods, before realizing that you can’t see him.

“Uh, yes. That would be… nice.” He says, face burning.

“…Are you going to come out now?”

“I suppose I could.” He fakes dramatics, causing you to laugh.

His soul fills with pride. He made you laugh!

Vant crawls out, and sits himself next to you, unable to keep eye-contact as he picks at the hem of his shirt.

“So…” He starts, unable to take the silence.

“Get over here, you brat!” You say, startling him by pulling him into a sudden hug.

His anxiety spikes at the unexpected touch, but soon he relaxes into it, resting his head on your shoulder. He’s unable to stop the purrs that start at the attention.

“Woah, I never thought I’d hear you purr.” You tease.

He flushes, but he doesn’t push away. Your hug is better than he could have ever imagined. Warm and comforting. He can feel his magic dancing around excitedly at the touch, making his bones tingly in the best possible way.

How long has it been since he’s had a hug like this?

… nevermind that. He has it now. And that’s all that matters.

Though he doesn’t want it to end… so instead of snapping at you for the teasing, he changes the subject.

“How much did you have to bribe Midas with to get him to help you?” He glances at you briefly, catching you rolling your eyes.

“Ugh, ten bucks! What a cheapskate!” You complain. “I’m his datemate! You’d think he’d do it for free.”

Vant chuckles, ignoring the pain he feels at someone else being your datemate. A lot of someone’s. Though, he reminds himself, it’s not as if he deserves your love. If being friends is as much as he can get… well then, he’ll take it.

“Well, the price might be my fault. He doesn’t want me to pick a fight with him. The last time didn’t go so well for him.” He tries to discreetly cuddle closer.

His purrs rise in volume when you start to rub his upper back, right where his deep spinal scar is. The gentle pressure feels so nice… it’s been hurting a lot lately. He doesn’t even notice the way he melts into your touch, egging you on with his loud purrs.

You, thankfully, don’t mention it, instead focusing on the conversation.

“Do I even want to know what you did to him?” Amusement laces your tone.

“Ha! Probably not. It was tame, I promise.”

“Tame by your standards, or mine? ‘Cause I have a feeling that we have different definitions of the word.”

He cackles, holding you ever so tighter as his body shakes with laughter.

You’re absolutely lovely.

He just can’t stay away.

He’s weak.

[reader-insert-trash]

I have a severe phobia of needles and have to get my COVID vaccine tomorrow so here’s how I think some one piece boys would react to their s/o having a panic attack over needing a shot.

Boys the cave and don’t make you get it

Ace- he knows it important but seeing you cry breaks his heart. He just can’t handle seeing you so distressed. Holds you tight telling you “it’s ok babe, you don’t have to.”

Sanji- no ones going near his Princess/prince with a needle. How dare you make (y/n)-swan cry you monster! Makes you your favorite comfort food to calm you down.

Luffy- “well why the hell do you have to get one if you don’t want to? Chopper stop scaring (y/n)!” No one can explain why you need to have a shot. He’s not going to let anyone do anything that makes you upset.

Franky- crying as soon as he sees you cry.

Eustass Kid- fucking pissed. “You coward it’s just a little needle! Damn idiot if it scares you such much just don’t do it!” Can’t emotionally process seeing you so distressed

Zoro- one little shot can’t be the important right? It’s your body if you don’t want to he won’t force you. Can’t think of any other way to get you to stop crying. He hates seeing you cry.

Buggy the clown - probably also scared of needles so he gets it.

Comforts you but makes you get it

Sabo - he hates to see you like this but your health is more important! Has you sit in his lap and holds you tight as the doctor gives you your shot. Wanna go get ice cream? You deserve some ice cream.

Ussop- he’s get it, he probably understands how you’re feeling better than anybody but your health is important. He’ll hype you up telling you how tough you are! A tiny needle is no match for the mighty (y/n)! Distracts you with stories while the doctor give you the shot. He’s so proud of you after! You’re a total badass for facing your fears!

Marco - as a doctor he knows you need to get this shot but he’s also sympathetic to his you’re feeling. Assures you that your fear is normal and it doesn’t make you weak but you do need to be brave for him.

Doffy - He wants to cave and let you have your way but protecting you and your health is more important. You’ll do it for him right? Let’s you cry and shake in his lap as the best doctor in Dressrosa gives you your shot.

Katakuri - This man is so soft but his patients can run out. You have to have this shot but it’s ok he’s right here. He’s a comforting but firm. Holds you tight and has you keep your eyes on him. His experience comforting countless little siblings shines through and he’s there to hold you after and tell you how brave you are. You’re definitely getting a treat after.

Shanks

Mihawk

Smoker

No mercy

Law - look let’s just get this over with. You have to have this shot. He doesn’t think bad of you, he’s mostly frustrated that he’s the one that has to cause you so much pain. Has Bepo hold you still so he can give you the shot. Winces when you cry out as the needle goes in your arm. Holds you while you cry it out after.

Crocodile - I can’t write crocodile but he’s a no bullshit kind of man so.

[drakenology]

“he call me throatzillaaa” w/ bakugo, sero and kirishima inspired by “throatzilla” by slayyyter

warnings: cum (like lots of it), d*ck sucking, degrading, cussing, face fucking- just straight nasty head, 69-ing, filthy words, mentions of weed and high sex.

I recommend you listen to the song just to get a feel of the lyrics I used.

minors dni 18+

author’s note: this song came on shuffle and the idea came to mind to write about sucking dick. (one of my many favorite hobbies) Enjoy, besties!

“i know you wanna cover my face in whaaaat?.....”

- b. katsuki

bakugo’s in a testy mood and that could only mean two things

1. He’s horny

2. He’s genuinely pissed about something

more times than most it’s the first reason

so you being the caring s/o you are, you help him out *wink* *wink*

Katsuki sat on the couch scowling at nothing. He had ranted to his pretty baby that everything and everyone was just pissing him off; a telltale sign he needed a release. All that pent up aggression must have been a heavy load to carry so why not let him spill it all over your face? So being the sweet and considerate significant other that you are you happily get on your knees for him, palming at his growing dick through his jeans. Your eyes sink into his as you unzip them, Katsuki stopping midsentence at your boldness. His dick breaks free from the confines of his boxers, springing and slapping against his stomach. Hm. His proud boner stood tall, its bright red head leaking precum serving as further proof the man was just irritatingly horny.

You practically salivate at the sight, taking him into your mouth immediately. Words just took too much time to say. Your need to suck every aggression out of your bratty boyfriend nullified any other thought in mind as you slide your mouth down his length, your tongue stroking the bottom of his cock. Bakugo relaxed in his seat, watching as your pretty mouth take in his whole length. He moans when he feels himself slide into your throat, yanking your hair to bob your head up and down. You start gagging and drooling all over his dick as you pull away. Strings of your spit connect your mouth to his throbbing cock from the separation, your tongue returning and following the trail of his vein up to the head with focused and teary eyes darting into Bakugo.

“So big...” You gasp, taking him into your mouth again, your hands stroking what you can’t fit. Katsuki’s so astounded by the warmth of your mouth and all the slurping that came from it he’s a moaning mess, his head hanging back as he cussed. Your hands twist and pump his blushing cock, your spit making it feel as if he’s inside your tight walls as you work his most sensitive spots with your tongue.

“That’s it baby. Suck my fucking dick. Such a whore.” Katsuki slurred, hissing as you urge him to fuck your mouth again.

You moan around his dick, the vibrations sending shockwaves into Bakugo as he pulled your mouth off of his throbbing cock. He takes his cock into his hand and pumped a few times before erupting all over your face, your mouth open and tongue hanging out as you try and taste him. Hot, sticky globs of his cum drip all over your face much to Bakugo’s delight. You lick your lips and look up at him, eyes teary as you blink them away. Bakugo just stares down at your coated face, kissing your lips to taste himself like the filthy man he is, pulling away with lovesick eyes.

“Shit..... Go upstairs.”

“dirty talk so good it was poetry.”

- s. hanta

hanta sero is a resident “tree” smoker. 💨

so high sex is a must. he gets real horny when he’s stoned with his baby.

there’s no better feeling than smoking a blunt, kicked back watching you struggle to swallow him whole.

sometimes he’ll look at you with those pretty brown eyes all low and hazy and ask oh so nicely for you to suck his dick.

and what kinda s/o would you be to deny your sexy boyfriend the privilege of being sucked off by you?

filthy praise >>>>>>

like his dirty talk game is strong 💪🏽

like his words alone could make you wet mmhm yessir

sero just finished his blunt. you could tell because he reeked of weed and ash, his eyes low and red riddled with lust when he saw you just minding your business in your bedroom. you were reading something, laying on your stomach and swinging your legs all innocent like.

“You smoked without me didn’t you?” You question, looking up from your book to see Sero taking off his shirt. He smirks, noticing your face flush and turn back to your book. Sero walks up to you, crotch standing in your peripheral vision showing off a hefty boner.

“Whatcha gonna do about it, huh?” Sero slurred, swatting your ass to catch your full attention. Whenever Sero got high, he was insatiable in bed. You fondly remember a time you were bonded by his tape, ass up and face buried into the mattress as he fiendishly pounded at your cervix. Throwing your book somewhere, you pull Sero towards you in a heated kiss. Something in you just needed him, needed to feel him in some way or another. Clothes molt away and thrown all over the bed, making out with each other with fervor.

You’re now straddling his face, leaning down and sucking his dick to return the favor simultaneously. Sero’s tongue plays with your clit, slipping into your folds as his hands knead and grab at your plush ass. Your soft moans tingle on his cock, your head bobbing up and down to try and keep up with him.

“Having trouble, baby?” Sero teased, replacing his tongue with two slender fingers so he can talk you through the high he was about to give you.

“Your pussy’s so wet for me. Sucking my cock’s fun, isn’t it babe?” His filthy words cause arousal to resurface, your pussy dripping onto his fingers as he thrusts them inside with a deliberate pace. You’re shaking, unable to focus on sucking his dick from the seering pleasure he was giving you.

He slides his fingers out, wet sounds following as he slid them back in, lips kissing your thighs while he worked you. “Go on baby. Keep sucking my cock... if you can that is.” Sero laughed, bucking his hips up to keep you focused on your task. You gag around him, slurping as he started fucking your mouth and devouring your pussy at the same time. Tears stream down your face as Sero filled you with his tongue and dick, playful hums vibrating against you as he groaned and talked shit once again.

“Mmm.. listen to that pussy. So fucking sloppy. She likes it doesn’t she? Yeah I know she fucking does. This pussy’s mine, ya hear?” Sero moans, his fingers yet again fucking your soft walls so you hear him clearly.

“Face so pretty and my head go dumb like...”

- e. kirishima

eijiro loves you. like that’s not surprise.

and he thinks you’re the prettiest and sweetest thing he’s ever met.

so imagine his shock when he finds out you’re an absolute savant at sucking dick.

the thought of coating your pretty face in his cum just- like he short circuits.

damn like you’re the whole package.. gorgeous and you can suck dick like a pro?? scuse him while he goes and buys the biggest ring in the jewlery store.

“Fuuck, you look so sexy right now.” Eijiro gasps, feeling your warm mouth take him in. Your pretty eyes look up at him as your mouth works his length, slurping and choking on him as you drool all over it. Eijiro takes your head and holds it still to pull himself out of your mouth, holding his cock in one hand and tapping it on your tongue. You happily stick it out further, panting a little from trying to catch your breath.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, y/n.” Kirishima lulled, groaning at the sight of your pretty face becoming so lewd. He loved seeing you like this, spit dripping down your chin, skin flushed and eyes teary, your mascara running all over your face.

Eijiro sticks himself inside your mouth again, missing the warm wetness as he fucked your throat. You slack your jaw, sticking out your tongue to take him in. He’s moaning into the air, spewing out his desire to cum all over your face and then bend you over to fuck you for hours with a fistfull of your hair. You moan around his dick, slipping a hand down to play with your pussy shamelessly while keeping that hypnotizing eye contact.

“God you’re so fucking sexy. I bet you’re wet as fuck right now. Mm keep going like this and I’m gonna cum all over that pretty mouth.”

[hnnyoongs]

akai shuichi headcanons

shuichi wears a beanie all the time because he's self conscious about hir hairline .... and I mean who can blame him? id be too

shuichi saw gin when he was visiting Japan in the 10 years ago flashback and was like ooh long hair is cool AND it'll piss ka-san off flash forward 5 years later when shuichi infiltrates the BO and is like fUck cool long hair dude is a psycho

shuichi cut his hair off when he heard akemi was killed by gin he kinda went into the whole mental breakdown mode and was like fuck this shit because he started growing his hair out cuz of gin and also akemi really liked his long hair

shuichi used to be a band kid when he lived in England and wanted to pursue a career in music (much to the chagrin of Mary) but after tsutomu disappeared he was like fuck that and stopped playing until he entered the BO

shuichi has a really bad memory about things that dont have to do anything with his job kinda like BBC's Sherlock but not as bad

shuichi used to find dead bodies when he was a kid just like shinichi but it wasn't as often maybe like a dead body once a year or something

shuichi named himself dai because that's what Mary actually wanted to name him when she was giving birth she was screaming die die die and tsutomu wasn't there yet so she was like aight die sounds like the japanese name dai the only reason shuichi wasn't named that was that tsutomu burst in and was like FUCK NO

shuichi was picked on when training for the FBI since compared to 6 foot jock white men shuichi was a 5 foot 7 asian with long hair and dressed like a teenage girl who frequented Starbucks in the toxic environment of the FBI for anyone who doesnt fit the mold shuichi had it cut out for him

shuichi showed signs of multiple mental illnesses but they were all difficult to pin down so he was never diagnosed with anything since he refused to talk at the FBI mandated therapy sessions

shuichi's type is someone who is kind but could wield a gun

he used to dislike kids but being around them as okiya has made SOME kids special in his heart

before tsutomu's disspeareance he taught shuichi how to hunt with a shotgun

shuichi lived off of sports drinks and bars whenever he was single since he couldn't rely on take out due to it being unhealthy which wouldn't help his FBI styled life

shuichi taught akemi simple self defense techniques but refuses to teach her how to shoot a gun saying he didn't want her hands to get dirty

shuichi and shukichi blackmail each other for favors by using the "ill tell ka-san you did that one thing that you blamed dad for when we were kids if u dont help me out"

scotch once told him that bourbon's type was a white milf (in reference to Elena who was white and was a mother) so shuichi was scared as fuck when rei met Mary's adult self for the first time

shuichi hates being compared to his mother but the truth is they're the most similar and they both started mimicking tsutomu after his disappearance

the only thing shuichi knew how to cook before meeting yukiko was plain white rice as that was the only thing tsutomu was able to teach him

shuichi mimics an American accent while talking in America or talking in English unless he's talking to his family or he's mentally shook up and his British accent slips out

he thinks in British accented English as well (idc if the animanga shows him thinking in japanese it makes no sense that western raised people like Jodie and camel think in japanese) but he does use some japanese like ka-san and when he's trying to get deep into his okiya persona

he tries very hard to keep the polite speech patterns of okiya Subaru since as akai shuichi he's very .. rude

shuichi's sniper skills were so good the fbi was willing to overlook his disrespect of authority and his tendency to do everything by himself without consulting everyone

shuichi slips into a British accent around James if he's feeling really comfortable

he felt bad about using shiho since she was only a year older than masumi and she hadn't done anything wrong so he vowed to get her and akemi out of the BO

he had a plan to get akemi and shiho out by convincing the higher ups to grant them immunity if they testified but akemi's death derailed the entire thing

he hates to admit it but his family is the most important thing to him he may not contact them that often but he's going to such lengths to bring his father back because he cares for his family so much

shuichi didnt really know what he wanted to do with his life once he took down his father's pursuers but after akemi and scotch he decided that if he solved his father's disappearance first he'd hunt down the BO next tho once learning that Haneda Koji’s death had something to do with the BO he's back at the thing where he doesn't know what to do with his life without revenge

he promised shukichi that he'd be the one to solve shukichi's death if what happened to Haneda kohji also happens to shukichi

he isn't a fan of dates in amusement parks but if it makes his partner happy and smile he'll have fun

dating Jodie was a quiet thing most likely from an attachment maybe due to a bad case or a loss of a mutual friend depending on the agency they might have been legally allowed to date each other but it is usually looked down upon I dont think they went out together often probably spending time together at home ... doing stuff

he identifies as bisexual it was normal to him in childhood since both Mary and tsutomu talked about their past relationships to their children he never told anyone due to the fact it would affect his FBI status since it was illegal in America shukichi and Mary know he's bi but shuichi has no idea Mary knows

akemi and shuichi would take strolls in parks go shopping and go to cafes

he's very self conscious about his height and whenever he goes to Japan it makes him feel good about himself since he's relatively tall there

Mary was the one who drilled japanese into his head not tsutomu

the last time shuichi talked to Mary was when he called her up to tell her to take masumi and leave Japan for Britain after masumi cornered him and scotch him and Mary had a whole argument and after that they stopped talking to each other, not that they talked to each other much in the first place

shuichi learned jee kun do by watching training videos from vhs tapes/cds/YouTube depending on when you consider detco taking place I personally believe conan shrinks in 2018 meaning that tsutomu disappeared in 2001 and shuichi used a mixture of tapes and cds to learn

shuichi can read people really well but has a hard time manipulating people by being nice he can use people by being a jackass very well but trying to be a normal person is hard for him

Yukiko and yusaku remind shuichi of his parents before tsutomu disappeared but like more upbeat

shuichi dislikes full body hugs

akemi and shiho were both anime and romance drama fans so he knows random things about the shows and uses that info to connect with the DB and especially haibara

he considered himself British first and foremost but when asked about whether he considers himself white or asian he'll always go with asian

he started smoking soon after his father disappeared since his father used to smoke and he needed to cope but didn't wanna fall into drugs like cocaine

smoking is heavily looked down upon in America and is seen as unprofessional which helped shuichi go undercover a bunch due to him being a heavy smoker

akemi would make him stop smoking around her and shiho saying that second hand smoking was dangerous and that shuichi who was smoking constantly was going to get lung cancer but he would tell her that he just couldn't stop smoking he did stop smoking around shiho and akemi tho going outside to do it instead

as okiya it makes him go wild because he desperately needs to smoke to cope but okiya cant smoke it doesnt fit his image so he smokes a shit ton at night during his nightly drives

shuichi forced himself not to smoke during his time visiting Japan when he met masumi because he knew Mary would get even more upset with him

shuichi was terrible driving American styled cars and he got so upset that he perfected his drive-in techiuque over the years just to spite the instructor that said he was barely passing

he likes to go on late night drives and speed on the high way because he's a thrill seeking idiot

he has no social media but he created on as okiya Subaru to keep an eye on haibara's higo stan account

he takes offense to the idea that he's stalking haibara he's just p r o t e c t i n g her

he wants shiho to be happy more than anything so he's an avid coai shipper and is exhausted in Conan's obliviousness

shuichi didnt tell shukichi he wasn't actually dead shukichi just walked up to okiya Subaru one day and was like shuuichi-ni-san right? shuichi has long stopped questioning shukichi's weird ways of knowing shit he shouldn't know

shuichi is a sherlockian but he's not like shinichi or hakuba in that he does not hate BBC's Sherlock and actually enjoys it a bit

one upside to shuichi living in America is that he gets to hoard guns because he's obsessed with them he thinks they're really cool it's like conan with Sherlock he starts yapping his mouth of about them

bourbon once dangled a gun on in front of a sleeping shuichi cuz he didnt believe scotch when he said that rye was obsessed with guns and started saying incorrect shit about the type of gun he was holding and shuichi just shot up and started berating him

shuichi hates that chianti is a killer because she's the only person who's as much as a gun fanatic as he is

he tends to steal Jodie's car a lot

he likes fucking with peoples heads it's very fun to him to watch them get all worked up

shuichi hasn't mourned his father yet because he doesnt believe his father’s dead

deep down he blames his father for his mother going slightly bonkers

he didnt want masumi to be a detective at first but now hes proud of her

he drinks a lot as okiya Subaru since he cant smoke as much

he's willing to go to hell if it means he can rip gin from limp to limp

he really hates gin yall I dont think I can convey how much he hates gin

[myonepiece]

hohoho a fellow kizaru lover? could I request hc's of kizaru with a shichibukai s/o? Sengoku hates it. Akainu hates it. but my guy borsalino is like "mmm thats my pirate woman"

Ahhh yes!!

Okay so you met Kizaru when he was sent to talk to you, and he was totally all business and stuff until he saw you

Love at first sigh for my man ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

He knew that it wouldn’t be accepted by everyone but why tf would he care, he loves you and you love him

And because you weren’t exactly a pirate per say, there wasn’t really anything the other marines could do, not that he would let them if they tried

He has a specialized den den mushi for you and he’ll call everyday if he can. Sometimes marines will pass him walking in the halls and he’ll be talking to you, and they give him looks that are questioning his sanity. But if Akainu passes him while he’ s chatting with you, he’ll give like the dirtiest look to Kizaru, and Kizaru just smirk and continues talking

He’ll visit you often, or he’ll welcome you when you come to visit. When you come to visit he’ll wait for your ship annd make sure Akainu’s not waiting to fuck with you. Kizaru visits a lot, because his df power allows it but also because of his position he can do a lot that the others can’t

Actually he’s also open to you moving in with him. He would love it, he would probably set a few rules like no hurting the marines there or bluntly taunting them. But Kizaru would love getting to come home to you, or having you return home to him. And of course he would be open to moving in with you as long as it’s not very far away from where he’s stationed.

He’ll take you to any event that he can, doessn’t matter what marines are there he likes showing you off and spending time with you. Whenever you walk in with him the other marines will all just freeze and stare. But kizaru barely notices because he’s staring at your

Akainu doesn’t hate your relationship, he despises it- nothing makes him madder than seeing Kizaru walk into the room with you on his arm acting like you belonng there even though your just a filthy pirate

Kizaru always stays by your side when you’re around other marines like Akainu or Sengoku, because he is worried that they’ll try something

Literally doesn’t care that about the looks he gets or the comments he gets, he even likes to mention you and subtly brag about you, he’s very proud to have you and really respects you for you strength and skills, and for the person you are

Akainu and Sengoku, one or twice Tsuru, would tell Kizaru that you were just using him to secure your safety from the marines. He tries to assure everyone that you have no wrong intentions, that the two of you are just in love, but no one believes that ಠ_ಠ

He’ll warn you if he thinks one of the other admirals is planning somethin, but first he’ll confront him about his possible plans

Literally all marines know about the two of you, not just because of Kizaru’s brags and calls to you, but also because the news has reported about it. Smoker doesn’t like it one bit and he always silently judges Kizaru

Okay Kizaru totally lets you sit on his lap during meetings, sometimes just to piss of Akainu/other marines, or sometimes just because he wants you there

[jacqcrisis]

more lumberyard monster stuff including characters and monster anatomy. putting under read more cause LONG

characters: 

Sixer: monster man. no idea what he is or where he came from, only that he doesn’t want to go back. is generally playful, lazy, incredibly quick to learn, curious, and a trouble maker when he’s bored. loves his tv, the dog, eating, annoying Dale, sleeping, and Alvin. 

Alvin: lover boy. Tony’s nephew. Started working at the lumberyard not long before they found Sixer. is kind of quiet, gentle, relatively down to earth, clearly beat down already even in his mid-twenties, not helped by his verbally abusive and manipulative girlfriend who eventually becomes his fiancee as he doesn’t know how to get out of the relationship. loves working with him hands, modding/fixing things, old cars, all kinds of music, and chilling with Sixer.

Tony: the dad guy. first generation American. mom immigrated to U.S. from Mexico. loves motorcycles, making people smile, and his wife. is second pony to the owner, runs the saws, and is basically the lumberyard’s HR department. has four kids and is all-around a nice guy. see’s the yard crew as a second family. Named Sixer for his six limbs and is very proud of that fact. Thinks of him as his ‘buddy’.

Charlie: bull dyke owner. Took over the yard from her father. is happily married to a law professor. loves bourbon, her motorcycle, and her dog. used to smoke, has the smoker’s voice and laugh, and chews nicotine gum like her life may depend on it. is tough but fair. pretty no nonsense with most of her workers, but Tony who is both a family friend and her second in command and Sixer, who she dotes on in her own way.

Dale: Shitty guy. Hates paying child support. Just the worst. An HR nightmare before Sixer came along to keep him in place.

Brian: Alvin’s friend who also works at the yard. Likes to drag race, pick up chicks, and kind of instigates Dale even if he doesn’t mean to. Is kind of ambivalent to Sixer but likes the novelty of having this weird monster at the yard

McKenzie: cashier girl/secretary. Doesn’t work in the yard itself, but spends all day inside answering the phone and cashing out orders. Single-mother in her early twenties and Charlie allows her to bring her kid to work when she can’t get a babysitter especially with Sixer around cause he likes watching the kid. Kind of stuck up, kind of a party girl, but is fun to be around.

Scruff: Is a dog. Some kind of large shepherd mix. Loves to follow Sixer and is the one who initially found him on a rainy afternoon, injured and hiding behind the saw mill.

Angela: Charlie’s wife. visits the yard from time to time. Tony calls her the big boss because everyone watches themselves when she’s around. Is beloved by all save for Dale. Sixer has some kind of crush on her.

Monster anatomy bits: 

- Sixer is a strange mixture of ape, panthera, and reptile in body shape, while gait swaps between felid and simian depending on the situation. is capable of sitting on his haunches to get a better look around and capable of walking for a limited time on two legs, though very awkwardly. hips generally sit lower to the ground than shoulders while walking on all fours as forelimbs are slightly longer than backlegs. is capable of reaching speeds of 35mph for an extremely limited time and can leap up to 30ft horizontally though is capable of walking for days on end if needed.

- is covered in large golden brown plated scales that are smooth to the touch. from the shoulder to just before the hips are large thick black spines ranging in length that can be raised and lowered at will to be flush against the back or stand straight up. spines are used to sense vibrations and temperature changes in the air to make up for piss poor hearing. also has some very vibrant neon blue markings that show up after his winter shed during the springtime along his back and sides and that fade by mid-summer. 

- skull and face shape is vaguely human in that it is forward facing and very flat though with noticeable differences. face is covered in smaller thinner scales. eyes are larger, green-yellow in color with round pupils and has two sets of eyelids, one for blocking out light, the other for blocking out dust, debris, and water while still maintaining sight. nostrils are almost flush to the face and also large, covered by sensitive receptors that are activated by a chemical in his saliva, excellent at smelling. brow has bumpy ridges that stick out instead of eyebrows. jawbone is bisected and each side is capable of limited independent movement. has no lips. tongue is long and teeth are more ape like. has no external ear and is genuinely not great at hearing unless someone it talking directly at him. has a crop of black hair/fur on top of head that never grows longer than inch along with a few more psuedo-horns around the crown that are dull.

- six limbed. two hind legs and four arms, each ending in a foot/hand with four digits. one set of arms is slightly larger than the other and has larger claws and are used primarily for locomotion, climbing, and fighting/hunting. other set used for more delicate work. scales on the palms of smaller hands are notably thinner and more sensitive to touch for tool work, affection, and object manipulation. Tony jokingly calls the larger arms his ‘fightin’ arms’ and the smaller ones his ‘doin’ arms’

- from head to tip of tail, Sixer is about 12 feet long and from shoulder to ground when on ‘all fours’ stands at about 4 feet tall. tail makes up 30% of body length, is neither stiff nor prehensile, and is capable of a limited amount of wagging closer to the tip, generally used to signal mood though can be used to whip antagonizers.

-he sheds twice a year, the process taking about two weeks from start to finish and these have been dubbed as ‘hell weeks’ by the crew because they have a massive grumpy snappy itchy monster who rubs himself on every rough surface up to and including the buildings, forklifts, the lumber, any unfortunate cars, the fence, and Alvin for 12-16 days. the best way to deal with it is to hose him down twice a day or provide a small pool for him to soak in and give up on trying to get the garage broom from him which he uses to brush himself.

- opportunistic omnivore that can eat almost anything. to lead a healthy diet, requires 70% meat/organ/bone and 30% veg. while svelte, he actually gains a little extra belly cause of the access to a local deer/rabbit overpopulation and the crew just giving him food all the time. 

- has a range of vocalizations and i still haven’t decided if he’s capable of speech or if it’s severely limited and the crew teach him to use asl cause it would make sense if he couldn’t form most words given mouth anatomy and I like it better than unexplained telepathy. i’ll probably go with that.

- genitalia are internal and male in nature. 

monster man and the lumberyard extra bits i thought of:

- Tony gives Sixer a T.V. but it’s only hooked up to local channels so at night he watches a lot of bad television and soap operas.

- Sixer starts crushing on Alvin very quickly, but does not understand how to romance Anyone, so he tries to do a mixture of whats instinctual for him and what he sees on bad T.V. Alvin brushes it off for years, thinking Sixer is Just Like That. it takes him a bit to realize he’s catching feelings because while he is book smart, he also is, regrettably, a himbo

- some sneaky government thing is looking for him. so is a local cryptid hunting group. They get alerted cause some hunters find the remains of deer who’s wounds look nothing like something a local predator could do. no one suspects to look in the dusty lumberyard, of course.

- for holiday parties and get togethers, either Charlie or Tony always hand off a bunch of food to Alvin, telling him to go give it to the ‘old man next door’ so he can get away from his fiancee for a bit and so Sixer doesn’t miss out on the festivities

[natromanxoff]

I wasn’t sure about posting this at first but as it is already shared publicly and I have come across with it on Pinterest, I decided that it would be okay. So here is a story of a fan about Jim Hutton:

“ON 23rd of March, there was a Queen Tribute band concert in Goresbridge and my boyfriend told me that Jim would come as well. He admitted that he had arranged with Stephen for Jim to come along. The concert was in the pub called The Spirit Store. What a great name for spiritual meeting, I thought. When I entered, Jim sat at the table with Stephen, Jascqueline, her sister Valeria and other family friends. There was nowhere to sit, so we just stood by the table for a while. When I looked at Jim, he appeared somewhat fragile and tiny, like a man who could easily be overlooked. He didn´t look anything like those photos portraying him in the books.

After a while, there was a free seat by the table and everyone, including Jim, moved in order for us to sit down. It was just one place and my friend Mike wanted to take it. He got up fast but they all stopped him. Jim measured Mike up and down and told him, "Perhaps you should let the lady sit here, you cavalier!" Embarassed, Mike got up from his chair and offered it to me. I got the honorable place alongside Jim. Being a woman sometimes has its advantages! Jim welcomed me with heartfelt "Hi". At first I was nervous, but after a while I felt relaxed and enjoyed Jim's company. I was aware of his behavior, gestures, laughter, and tried to absorb his energy all at once. It was easy to talk to him about anything and everything.

I wanted to know the man Freddie loved so much, so I guess I started giving him many questions.

"Jim, are you still in touch with Phoebe?" Jim looked at me closely and began to talk to me with interest. "I haven´t really been talking to him for a long time. I know he had a hotel in Dubai, then he sold it, and he's in Prague now. He also bought something overthere and I think he's going to settle down there." When I heard about Prague, I jumped up excitedly and told him that I was from there. He smiled a little, though the coincidence like this didn´t overwhelm him as much as me.

He relished glass of Budwaiser and smoked Ultra light Silk Cuts. He offered me one and lit it up for me like a real gentleman. It seemed he wanted to continue talking. We both made fun of the ultralight effect of his cigarettes, which would probably piss off every orthodox smoker, Freddie for sure! He then demonstrated jokingly, how to properly smoke them. He inhaled all the smoke by sucking in his cheeks and widening his eyes, as if he should soon burst like an inflated toad. None of us resisted and we both burst into a mad laughter. I told him about my visit to Munich and meeting Barbara. He smiled and listened, then he rolled his eyes up to heaven and stated that she is one hell of a crazy woman. I totally agreed, and added, that also alcoholic one. It was surreal to talk about mutual aquaintances together, people we both knew. I also mentioned my visit to New York club and I could see how he returns nostalgically into his memories. Then I also tried to make him remember my friend Allison, who told me about him in the first place.

"About nine years ago she visited you in London". He couldn´t remember and admitted, that since then a lot of people have passed through his life and many of them he never saw again.

I continued. "She showed me several of your photos and in one of them you were holding Freddie's portrait that you bought at the auction". Suddenly he jumped up and said he knew whom I mean.

I showed him my miniature box containing a stone and talked about it with almost patriotic pride. "It's a stone from Logan Mews that I had to dig out from under the threshold of his house, because there was nothing else to take." Jim laughed out loud, this time without any hindrance and doubt that I was totally crazy. I also laughed because I knew I sound like nuts. He remarked with smile from ear to ear that I was pretty crazy. "Yeah, I'm crazy, and I'm proud to be. Who isn´t...and by the way.....why not?" I smiled at what I just said, because that´s what Freddie would say, to defend himself. Jim then talked about the medallion that Freddie had given him for his birthday. He said, there were three miniature pictures inside. "The first is that of Miko ", he said gently, looking up at me to make sure I knew who he was talking about. "In the other one is Freddie" ... he continued with kind of fervor and love. Something deep inside me shivered. "In the third one," ... he didn´t answer yet, when I jumped into his monologue ...."Tiffany," I blurted out.

"My mom's photo," he finished his sentence. (and I prayed he didn´t register my answer).

It was nice to hear him remembering like that. He opened up in front of me the way I never dreamt of. I think it was nice for him to share these beautiful moments and to talk about things that meant so much to him. "This rock is my good luck charm. I have been listening to Queen since I´m twelve and I also work in the Fan Club's office. We celebrate his anniversary every year. When I went here, I was kidding with my friends that I might meet Jim Hutton in Ireland... and here you are, sitting right next to me. That´s my dream come true", I said all emotional.

"How do you know Stephen?", he inquired after while.

"I go out with Vinnie and they are good friends" He eyed my boyfriend and indicated that he knew who he was.

"I was annoying the two of them and was constantly asking them to bring you", I smiled.

"Oh, Jacqueline wanted me to come, alright" Jim smiled at the thought. Then he talked about the music talent competition, in which they were selecting the best imitators of Queen.

"What music are you actually listening to?" I wondered.

"I have no favorite, I'm listening to almost everything. Even a radio".

"And do you still have Zig and Zag?"

He only sighed and said in a sad voice that they had both died since then.

"And do you have any other cats?"

"Yeah, I have seven others now," Jim smiled. This number didn´t surprise me. The old habits are hard to kill.

"Do you still keep up the gardening, Jim?"

"Constantly," he said with a loving smile and amusedly showed me his hands dirty from the clay and covered in sores. For God's sake, he must have been gardening a few minutes before going to a concert!, I thought to myself. A complete garden maniac.....

We were joking on the account of the band that was supposed to start playing long time ago, but somehow did not. He told me it would be nice to get drunk, so we didn´t know how terrible they were. That really made me crack up. He could be so funny.

He joked and emphasized to everyone around the table, that instead of a concert he could have been at home watching his favorite movie. In the same breath, he admitted that he was curious about their performance and that he hadn´t been out in ages.

He leaned over to me and confessed, that now he lived a life completely cut off from the rest of the world.

"We are basically the same, I am basically like him. Now I just enjoy loneliness and privacy. I don´t go out anywhere except my garden". I immediately knew whom he was referring to in his speech.

I said that I had discovered his house in Palatine and apologized when I saw his slightly concerned look. I said I was just little curious.

He then recalled a few of his encounters with the fans. One day there was an unknown car with a couple of strangers that arrived to his house. They came all way from Vienna and they found him by questioning people in a town! Not a hard thing to trace him, he said, as every cab driver in the area knows him pretty well. One local newspaper even published a photo of his house, and although they gave a wrong address, a lot of people had found him.

That made me laugh, because I knew what it means to be a devoted fan.

"On the other hand, it's nice to know that someone is constantly looking after you and giving you the feeling that all this is still alive," I added with a smile.

"Jim, do you still have your Volvo?"

"You mean the one that Freddie gave me?.....No, I don´t have it few years now, I´ve swapped it for a new one," he smiled.

He was all too gallant all the time, always lighting my cigarette.

He also wondered how long I would stay in Ireland, so I said that only another half a year.

"And you wanna come back here?" He asked suddenly.

"Oh, I'd love to. I'm trying to find a job either in Carlow or Kilkenny," I said enthusiastically.

Then I fell silent, looked at him and assured him "Definitely."

Each time he looked up into my eyes, I saw an incredibly nice person in front of me. Something in his silent expression suggested that he had suffered great deal of pain in life, but that he was now completely reconciled with his fate. Still, in his eyes shone a spark of unrelenting humor. In his company I forgot all about the world. I was happy to be able to make such an affluent and warm contact with him. The longer we knew each other, the closer we were.

When he wanted to go to the toilet, Stephen told him that the men's toilets were behind the bar and the ladies in front of the bar. It sounded like he wasn´t quite sure which one would Jim prefer.

But Jim didn´t care much and set off to the men's. I admit it made me laugh a little.

Then we continued our dialogue. I mentioned that I read both his and Phoebe's book, but that I couldn´t find his book anywhere in the stores. He confirmed that it´s out of print at the minute.

When I told him that I had stolen his book at the local library, he laughed and said that I should have asked him and he would have given me a copy, but he only had Italian version.

Finally, the band started to play. Everyone in the pub stood up and whole lot of us - as we were tucked in at the back, climbed onto the window ledges. I stood next to Jim, who remained seated.

He looked a little bit run over. I knew he was surrounded by the loneliness and I watched him with sadness. I lacked much power or words to comfort him. It was only after some wonderful songs that we both joined and got up. He could not remain sad in such a loving and friendly company for ever.

When he noticed the enormous, life-vibrant energy that only Queen music could produce in conjunction with a crowd of people singing, I think he forgot his personal pain. I could see pride in his face. He stood up and watched the band. Then he addressed me and made me come up onto the ledge above him to see better. I would not listen to anybody else, but from him it didn´t sound like an order. He wanted me to get the most out of it and it pleased me. Then we sat back and drank. Jim seemed to be getting cheerful and livelier. The more he drank, the more cheerful he was. The guys ordered him Red Bull with vodka. When I asked him if it was vodka, he claimed it was white lemonade! He put a warm glass of "vodka" on my hand, so I almost jumped out of my skin, which he thought was terribly funny.

Whatever he did, he looked at me as though I was the only person who knew what was behind his looks. His faces and funny grimaces reminded me of Freddie. He had a lot of subconsciously inherited poses and gestures from him. Even in his laughter I could detect an influence of Freddie's strong personality. He simply marked all people around him. It was not the same contagious and stormy laugh, but there was a spark of resemblance.

His niece Jacqueline, Valerie and Stephen, danced all the time on the ledge and Jim was pulling them and wrapping himself in between their legs, hugging them, clinging to them, and messing around like a little boy. It was a wonderful sight, as he was so happy and childish.

After some time, Jim lost himself in a crowd of concert goers, so I went to look for him. Without his company it felt such a sad place. It was as if he had fallen through the ground, which made me very nervous. Finally, I found him by the entrance table, where he was joking away with one old blonde, not too different from frivolous Barbara Valentin. I asked him for a photo together. At first he looked impenetrable but as soon as I threw a sad eye and smirked, he brightened up and agreed as if saying "You know you can, anything for you, darling"

His niece Valerie took our picture. He then whispered to me that he hopes I´ll send him some pictures later.

After that he announced that we are going back inside to listen to the band.

I saw them from close-up and I must say that it was much better to just hear them. They looked rather too comic with all their wigs. It was something that would make Freddie laugh too.

I told Jim that they don´t look very natural,which he agreed with, but he said he couldn´t complain about their music. He was totally right, because musically they weren´t bad and the singer had a very authentic voice.

Inside, everybody was dancing and Jim joined in and circled around them like a rogalo.

The whole pub vibrated with intense and loving energy. There was no one who would be bored. Jim then threw himself in the arms of his two nieces, who gently caressed him in his hair and embraced him. He let them take care of him, now vulnerable like a little lost child all of a sudden.

There was something deeply touching about it. He had closed his eyes and sadly lowered his head, as if his tears flowed deep inside, in his invisible world. I realized at this stage, how much he really loved Freddie. I was looking at him and I had a desire to caress him and comfort him but instead, I had to stand aside.

"You can have everything and yet feel alone", Freddie once said. But I was glad Jim had his family and friends around him, who cared and protected him. Jim was going through sorrow and joy,both at the same time, it seemed.

During one of his many shananigans, I caught him messing around with his niece's boyfriend.

He sat him on his knees and imitated sexual intercourse. It would seem offensive and utterly crazy to someone who didn´t know him. But we all did. Jim was laughing like crazy and when he finally looked at me, he seemed a little embarrassed by his behavior and gave me a look that said"I hope you won´t tell on me to Freddie"...but it was hard to take him seriously.

We both smiled conspiratorially at each other. In that sense, our relationship no matter how short-lived, was special. We understood one another in thoughts. He winked at me a couple of times, tapping my beer like an old buddy.

In one moment in particular, Jim leaned over me and whispered: "You as a fan have right to be crazy, but them" ... pointing at our dancing group of friends ... " they are fucked up", he said with smile and he began to knock his finger against his forehead. An international gesture that doesn´t need an interpreter!

Jim then went to the toilets for a while, and I, like a stray sheep, followed him through crowds of oblivious dancers. He was somewhat drunk at that time and barely retained a balance. He staggered a little like a broken tree. No surprise after god knows how many Red bulls and vodkas! I was bit afraid for him, so I supported him inconspicuously by both shoulders from behind. He went to the toilet and cared too little to even close the door behind him. If anyone was looking, he would see Jim Hutton pissing in a toilet bowl in his bright canary shirt.

At that moment they played the most touching song of all, These are the Days of our lives .... I stood by the door and listened, watching the band and waited for Jim. I don´t know why, perhaps because of the fate that brought me here, I suddenly felt terrible sorrow. I was sorry for Freddie and Jim. Tears poured into my eyes. I didn´t cry, but was very close to it. Jim suddenly appeared next to me and noticed my face. "What about those tears? I hope you don´t cry", but at this stage I was lost for words. His concern made me sad even more. Something inside me forced me to caress him. I hugged him gently around his neck and put my head on his shoulder for a moment. I wanted to let him know that I am very sorry about what happened to Freddie. He did not resist. He knew he wasn´t the only one in the world who was missing him. I looked into his eyes, and I told him a sentence that I didn´t know why I said, but I strongly felt it..."Jim, he's here, he IS here." His expression was rather confused at first. "Do you believe me?" ... I said this with a seriousness and a certain degree of self-assurance that he froze for a while. He looked thoughtful. He knew what I was talking about.

I seemed to only confirm his inner conviction. He didn´t say a word. He wiped my tear away with the edge of his hand and without warning, took me firmly by the hand and led me through crowds back to our friends. There was a lot of care and love in his touch. The music was just playing and Freddie just sang "I still love you" and I knew he did.

I didn´t want to leave, but I knew I said everything I needed to. I could not leave without saying goodbye. It would be a sin after all this to just disappear into eternity. I interrupted him from the conversation with someone else, leaned over the table and said, "Jim, I'm leaving now, so I want to say goodbye, it was great pleasure meeting you." I smiled as much as my heart allowed me to and shook his hand. He stared up and thought for a moment, and then, without any hesitance said, "We do not see each other for the last time." I didn´t know at this time how true his words were.

I thought I did not understand well, so I asked again, "sorry?" and he repeated patiently and more resolutely, "I shall surely see you again," while taking my hand into his hands and kissing it gently.

He left me in amazement. I stumbled out from there perplexed but still I could hear him talking about me to someone there. He probably said he hadn´t seen a bigger nutcase in a long time, assuming from his cute teddybear smile. Gosh I loved him so much!

The next day I learned from my friends that Jim was looking next morning for his jacket that he had forgotten in his car. Few days later, I've sent him the promised photographs. Jacquie confirmed that he called in to say he had received them allright.”

2001

“...And then I returned back to Ireland in 2004.

I had the opportunity to welcome Jim to my own home in Carlow sometime in 2006. He was Stephen´s surprise. When the door opened up, I didn´t see him at first.

Then his head popped out from the side of the door and with a laugh he emerged a bit later. He hugged me like we hadn´t seen each other for million years. What I felt at that moment was indescripable. My dear Jim back in my life and in my own house!

We all sat in the living room, Jim settled down on the sofa, I was sitting on the ground and absorbed the precious moments because I knew time spent with him was only borrowed time. Then we watched Queen videos and talked about Freddie as if he were in the next room. It was so surreal. Me and Jim agreed that our favorite video was Scandal, and he just added that Freddie didn´t like it very much because he couldn´t make any creative input in it, although he loved the song.

Then we talked about his illness, about him taking up to 40 pills a day to sustain his health and he also explained the difference between AIDS and HIV, as many people still didn´t know. We have talked so much and - above all - we laughed all night, almost at everything. It was so easy to succumb to his funny personality once again and to his heartfelt laughter. He made jokes about fancying my ex-boyfriend, whom he lied on top of on the sofa. Long time ago, I´ve sent him a letter explaining to him how Freddie has impacted my life. But I've forgotten I´ve ever written it and now I was faced with the horror that I actually have sent it. I hoped he has forgotten about it, but when Jim and I met in the corridor of our house, I couldn´t but apologize to him for that letter, and for being so daring. To my surprise, he looked at me softly with his tired eyes and assured me that my letter was absolutely fascinating. Then we were interrupted by Stephen, who was just leaving a toilet and the conversation was cut short at that point. Unfortunatelly I would never have the chance to find out what was the next thing he was about to say, because I noticed he wanted to continue, if he weren´t interrupted.

When we were saying goodbye at the door, he treated me as an old friend. He simply kissed me on the lips, which utterly shocked me and made me laugh at the same time.

He invited us back to his house to have a little party, but my ex-boyfriend was not in the perfect mood and so we politely declined, which I will forever regret!

About a year after that I bumped into Jim several times in the city where we both lived, or we exchanged text messages whenever I needed to advise what room flowers would be best for our new house. Sometimes I learnt about how he´s doing through my ex-boyfriend, who used to hang out with him and drink few pints in a night bar. Once my ex confessed how Jim told him that I was a great person and he should be happy to have me. They must have been talking about me!!!!

Then I met Jim one night in the nightclub, where he was with his friends. He spent most of his time sitting in the lounge smoking a cigarette, having fun with younger girls. Wherever he was, you heard his laughter. That night my ex-boyfriend arranged for Jim and me to have a dance together.

Jim was just dancing on the dancefloor with some older woman. I remember he had his jumper tied around his waist. I just got onto the dancefloor, he looked at me all serious and pulled me close to him. It was some tediously slow song that I can´t even remember, I just know that we were staggering from side to side like two handiccaped penguins and that made me laugh hysterically.

He was such a clown! Now, however, I consider this moment as one of the most precious memories of him. It was my night.

Back in 2009, I have learned that Jim was diagnosed with cancer. My ex-boyfriend told me how concerned Jim was when informing him. He said, he wept. At that time I didn´t know how serious the situation was and I hoped Jim will get better in no time. I believed the doctors would somehow help him out of it. I saw him a little later at work when he came to our restaurant for breakfast.

I almost served him as another customer, but when I realized it was him, I pulled myself back into the kitchen and let the other girls serve him. He never noticed. I was in such state of shock. I didn´t know what to do, how to act and what to say. He was so thin, just skin and bone. His face was sinking, his eyes full of pain, a small tube leading from his nose to the oxygen device he carried in his backpack and a small canvas hat on his head. I couldn´t believe this was Jim, whom I have remembered being so full of life and joy only half a year ago. I wanted to cry like never before. I also felt embarassed by my own cowardly reaction. I wished more than anything in my life to hug him and say I loved him. I wanted to wish him a happy Christmas. But I was scared of my own tears, which would not help him in his situation.

I wrote him a message on the phone, but he didn´t respond. And then I got the terrible news. Jim died and somehow I also missed his funeral. I took a first taxi and went at least to his months Mass and visited his grave, bringing him daffodils and little white lantern with candle. It was so hard for me. His relatives stood above his grave. I said my prayers in a minute of silence. The air didn´t move and the moon was full in the night sky. It was dark and cold all around but I didn´t care.

I wanted to see him laugh and mess around like he used to. It was as if another star had disappeared and fell to the earth. If only life could last forever.”

2006-2010

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↳ Summary: You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy there’s never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb.

↳ Pairing: Stripper!Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, drama, slice of life, relationship problems without the relationship, reader is such a shy baby protect her, MUTUAL pining, so much sexual frustration,  

Word count: 16k

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Tags: Attempted thigh riding, semi dry humping, lots of teasing, JK and MC can’t keep their hands to themselves, daddy kink, mutual masturbation, thigh riding, dirty talk, dom!kook, sub!mc is anyone surprised? Heavy degradation, light spanking, MC has a big praise kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, lots of cum, JK is soft with aftercare :(

Warning: This story touches on both sexual harassment and abuse, please read with caution if any of these things are triggers to you. Additional warnings will be given when a chapter presents them.

Weeks had flown by, and before you knew it. You had been working at Cherry Bomb now for a little over two months and thankfully after your last altercation with Jungkook, your relationship with him had taken a turn for the better. Things weren’t perfect by any means and you still argued and bickered a fair bit, but nothing had ever lasted more than a few hours at most.

Performing had also gotten better as your confidence grew, unfortunately God just couldn’t let you have one victory without a major fail in the process. Your first private dance- went horrible.

Even weeks after the event you still cringed at the memory, you had a bad stomach bug at the time but insisted on working that week- to be fair it just ached most the time! You couldn’t even consider yourself sick! ...Unfortunately you had been incredibly nervous that day and the stomach bug you had made it even worse...the early dinner you had that day made its way up during your lap dance for the client….

You cried for over three days after it happened and just the thought made you burst into tears from pure humiliation. Jungkook had started cracking up when the client had went directly to him afterwards, covered in pile and his face twisted into the most vile and pissed expression you had ever seen, the client then proceeded to give him a full, long listed complaint as to why you were a horrible dancer.

He found it hilarious and the client ended up storming the building threatening to sue though it never happened- Jungkook was a laughing mess until he saw you were in tears and had since tried to be sensitive with the topic, though occasionally he still can’t help but let a snicker escape at your misfortune.

You’ve been sparse with your private dancing ever since, still scarred over the experience despite the countless times Jungkook coddled you saying ‘he just had his balls in a knot’ and your dancing was perfectly fine, as he’d also remind you accidents happen all the time.

Regardless you had still been reluctant to take on a ton of private dances still not quite gotten over the fear of it Jungkook had told you it was just bad luck and they’ve all had a few bad experiences with private dances and you shouldn’t let it stop you. But regardless you still had a few reservations.

Sweat had currently beaded down your neck as you finished your routine, laying on the floor as you sighed, pushing the strands of frizzy hair away from your head in frustration, why couldn’t you just get into the feel of the music? This was the fourth time you had tried and you still couldn’t get into the rhythm of it.

It was currently July and you were on break from college which allowed you to dedicate all of your time to Cherry Bomb but even now, you still seemed to struggle.

You thought for sure when you finally got the time off to dedicate yourself you’d become better but you still felt stiff in your movement and fillers had yet to get off your back about it, maybe you could run it again? Maybe then you’d finally channel your inner sexy stripper.

“Babygirl it looked fine,” Jungkook called from his spot, his manspread open and hands resting on his thighs, he had been patient enough to watch each time while giving corrections but now even he sighed not understanding why you were being so critical of yourself when you danced just fine, “Stop pushing yourself so hard, that’s my job.”

Groaning you sat up before scooting to the edge of the stage, letting your feet hang off it’s edge as you frowned, “I’m never gonna improve if I don’t, besides you used to make me go through it all the time.”

Jungkook clacked his tongue at you, not looking particularly sold on your words as you hoped he would, “That was back when your form needed heavy work and you weren’t used to sexualizing choreography.” He stood up as he walked up to the stage, grabbing your waist as he pulled you down before turning his chin down to look at you, “And furthermore I know when you need to be pushed and when you need a break. All you do is push yourself until you can’t go anymore, that’s not healthy baby.”

You were already rolling your eyes as you pushed past him mimicking his words silently with a childish expression, “Healthy my ass you’re the one who smokes half a pack of cigarettes anytime you make less the seven hundred a night!” You knew he had a point but that didn’t change the fact that you also had a point, improvement only came from hard work, that had been hardwired inside you long before you ever started working at Cherry Bomb, it was just who you were.

Jungkook unhinged his jaw in offense as he raised his brows, quickly hightailing you because he was never about to let you run your mouth without a fight of some sort, just as he told you when you first signed the contract, he wasn’t about to deal with a brat, “I could smoke a whole pack if I wanted too but I don’t baby! It’s called self control and that doesn’t have anything to do with my point!”

“Self control!?” You shouted whirling around. Nearly everyone in the room more interested in your bickering as they turned their heads back and forth between you both, “Smoking a half pack instead of a whole isn’t something to be proud of- the fuck!?”

You had only recently found out Jungkook was a stress smoker and had been on his ass ever since about it. Even if he didn’t have an addiction it wasn’t healthy and he could very easily become addicted if he wasn’t careful. You couldn’t help but worry about his health. But in another way you didn’t feel sorry for him given you were lucky if you made 200 in a night, let alone less than 700.

Jungkook’s lips puckered as if he had sucked on something sour and his eyes squinted into an irritable look as he huffed, “Don’t make this about me babydoll, this is about you being a perfectionist, push yourself any harder and you’re bound to pull a muscle- potentially rip one, or end up collapsing on stage from exhaustion and I am not letting that happen. So sit your little ass down and take a break this isn’t up for debate.”

You opened and closed your mouth several times, an indignant expression twisting on your face in offense as he raised his brows, daring you to put up a fight before you ultimately stomped your foot sending him a pouting glare before sitting between Rosé and Jimin.

“He isn’t lying Y/n,” Rosé hummed as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders, giving it a comforting squeeze, “You’ve improved a lot over the past few months, but things take time don’t worry about it. Honestly, if you keep it up you’ll probably get picked for Seasonella.” She sent you a wink making your lips quirk up though you weren’t sure what she meant.

Furrowing your brows despite your smile you tilted your head, “What do you mean?” You had heard the term thrown around a few times in the past but more and more recently the name Seasonella had started popping into filler conversations you had overheard.

Jungkook had a large frown on his face, a harsh line between his brows with an unappreciative glare towards Rosé making you all the more curious from his look, was Seasonella something bad? “Rosé don’t.”

She curved a brow at him as she scoffed, obviously both annoyed at his expression and not feeling threatened as most would in her shoes, if there was one person who never cared about Jungkook’s moodiness or glare’s it would be her, “What, don’t tell me you seriously don’t think they’d pick her.”

You glanced between them both, even more confused than before as you frowned, what did they mean? Why would you be picked, and what for? Was it some sort of competition like SSU?

“Oh I don���t doubt she would be picked but that doesn’t mean she’s actually ready,” Jungkook replied, an odd defensive note in his voice before he turned towards you, his shoulders relaxing a little as he continued, “Beside’s we’re aiming for SSU, right babygirl?”

The Solo Step Up, was a competition held every year to pick a new soloist and was won through crowd favor. It gave everyone a fair chance though you had learned that wasn’t the only way to be moved up. The competition was still well over two months away but that didn’t stop people from already prepping, you included.

Jungkook and you had equally agreed it was an attainable goal, you weren’t necessarily set on winning. As the only person who had ever won in under a year was Jungkook himself which was how he had earned his title as the King. He had pure, raw talent honed with technique from Namjoon, you doubt you could replicate that, let alone in less time than him.

Jungkook had agreed you’d most likely need more time but winning crowd favor, even if it wasn’t enough to win, was still a good plug for yourself and would make chances of winning next year close to unbeatable.

That being said, perhaps that was why you had been pushing yourself so hard. You wanted to come across as desirable as you could and win as much of the crowd over as possible. Chan Hee, had been absolutely dominating the stage and even you couldn’t deny that. She always made things difficult when you got paired in group dances together and often times, you’d make even less money a night because of her.

Not only did she have the body to flaunt but she was inherently sexual, which wasn’t a bad thing, clearly, but she had a much easier time with it than you. Rather then vehemently denying her talent like a lot of other fillers, you had found yourself often studying her, trying to figure out how she did it. But you always ended up coming to a dead end, she was just a natural and would definitely win by a long shot.

“Yeah, but- what’s Seasonella?” Jungkook groaned at your curiosity as you tilted your head once more, glancing around everyone as you shrugged, “Well I’ve just heard a lot of the other fillers talking about it, seems like a big deal.”

Jimin was the one to speak up as a smirk coiled on his face, “Well that’s because it is- for fillers. Seasonella is kind of like a big VIP party one of Cherry Bomb’s biggest clients and sponsors throw in Las Vegas USA every year. Soloist’s are automatically on the ‘list’ of entertainment, so it’s just another job for us. The client and his son come every year though to hand pick some of the fillers they want to work the party as well, outside of SSU it’s another really good way of getting recognized by upper management here and possibly promoted.”

Your lips parted in almost delight at the idea. You weren’t honestly sure why Jungkook thought you couldn’t handle it. You wouldn’t question him though mainly because you were still stuck on private dancing even after two months and you still only made 50 a night any time you danced next to Chan Hee, the reason he didn’t want you to go was obvious. Even if it was a good way to get recognized and despite Rosé’s words. You just didn’t see that happening for you, realistically speaking.

Not only that but you’d agree you didn’t necessarily feel ready for anything big like a VIP party for Cherry Bomb’s biggest clients and sponsors. Talk about pressure to perform well. Jungkook only frowned as he leaned back on his hands, “It’s a good way to get recognized but half the fillers don’t know what they’re signing up for. Baby if I’m being honest, it’s not even your dancing I’m worried about,”

He looked as if he wanted to explain himself briefly, as if not wanting you to assume he doubted your ability though that wasn’t even your problem, “Strippers are bought there and even though it’s technically your choice, you don’t really get a say so. Not to sound like an asshole but…” He glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck as he sighed, eyes looking a little hesitant, “You don’t have the sexual experience or personality to handle being thrown into that your first year.”

You could tell he had no intentions of offending you as you watched the concern wash in his eyes, if anything you could feel your cheeks burning up at his words. Did he...really think you were that inexperienced? Sexually? That wasn’t even his point, but you were stuck on those words in particular.

For the first time, you found yourself not wanting to be seen so childishly. You glanced away from him, struggling to keep your face from showing any emotion as you replied, “No I get it- It’s not like I really wanted to go anyways, I was just curious on what it was.” It was the truth, you had no plans of going against him on that but still...Inexperienced?

For the first time in your life, you found a fire burning inside you wanting to desperately prove him wrong. Maybe that would be your motivation tonight.

Jungkook stayed up by the bar thumbing the ring around the beer he held as he sat on the bar stool, having got off an hour ago, but he couldn’t help himself to stay longer just to watch you dance. Eyes focusing on the performance ahead, you where in the last half of your dance as you turned your back to the audience, pushing down the shorts you had been teasing the crowd with the whole time to reveal the black lace cheeky panties.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight as the whistles rang out in the crowd, money being thrown at you left and right as he shook his head.

If only you could see how much progress you genuinely made compared to your first week and now. He clacked his tongue, the small proud smirk coiling on his face as the bright smile adorned your face as you left the stage, dancing through the audience, nipples perked at the air of the room and your pretty hair messily over your shoulders.

The one thing that had changed the most about your performance, in Jungkook’s eyes, was how much you seemed to enjoy it now, compared to when you first started. And from an outside perspective no matter how sexy a filler was, it just couldn’t compare to that bright smile on your face when you’d slut drop down before sticking your ass out right in front of the clients chair. The money almost hurriedly shoved into the hem of your stockings as you quickly turned to the next chair.

It had took him forever, but Jungkook had finally figured out what your strong suit was when it came to stripping. Everyone had a strong suit needed to be played up. And after last month he realized what yours was.

You probably didn’t even realize it but you loved teasing the audience. Those semi shy smiles but they had a coy cool tone to them compared to normal, the winks you’d throw their way while running your hands over your body. Your whole disposition changed, you had fun on the stage and it showed. That’s when Jungkook started catering choreography more towards your strong suit, making sure your costumes suited your stage personality. And that’s when real progress started being made.

The rest had been history. You were good, you just didn’t see that yourself yet.

Heading to the stage you couldn’t keep the grin off your face as you collected the money, so many ones laid all over the ground and you knew you had done well tonight. There had to be over a hundred at least tonight. Piling them up you pulled them into a messy stack as you pranced to the staff area ready to count your earnings for the night.

You had been looking forward to tonight as it was Jimin’s birthday and he wanted everyone over to celebrate and there was no better way to end a day of work like having a hands filled with cash.

What you hadn’t expected though was the person who called out your name, “Y/n.”

Freezing where you stood you felt your heart rate spike at the sound of the voice as your lips quivered, turning around you had never felt more exposed then the moment you turned around to meet the hellfire gaze of your ex boyfriend, “Hanjae?” How in gods name did he even think to come here, of all places to look for you?

You knew it didn’t look good, you were in nothing but cheeky panties and a pair of clear stripper heels, piles of money in hand as you skittishly backed away, self consciousness suddenly lighting through your veins like wildfire at his disgusted, sneered glare, “So this is what you’ve succumbed to huh?” Hanjae snapped out, stalking closer to you as you feebishly backed away, “Dancing like a whore for money? God what the hell happened to you Y/n? You used to be so innocent and you’ve let the wrong people fucking ruin you.”

He sounded as angry as he looked before suddenly grabbing at your arm in an iron hold,pain shooting against your skin as you winced, his voice steel and low as he spoke, “Come on, get dressed, if you needed money that bad you should’ve told me instead of trying to push me away and sell yourself.”

“I-I…” You were in shock at first before quickly pulling away, anger flooding your body as you felt a pang an indignant pang in your stomach, “I’m not selling myself you dick!” You had never seen Hanjae’s brows shoot up the way they did at your uncharacteristic words before you gave another tug on your arm in an attempt to pull away from him, “This is my job and I’m not going anywhere with you! Now get the fuck out of here before I call security.”

How dare he! Just because you were a stripper didn’t make your work any less hard, your feet were scarred with blisters, had bled from them digging into your feet, you couldn’t count the amount of pulled muscles you had gained and the amount of creeps you dealt with on a day to day basis. Being a strip worker didn’t make your job or you any less valid! How dare he insinuate that it wasn’t!

Hanjae’s glare sharpened as he squeezed harsher on your arm, a pained whimper escaping your lips and tears threatening to sting your eyes at the throb in your arm as he snapped, “This is not your job, you’re making yourself so easy for men and that’s not who you are. Get a fucking hold of yourself.”

You had parted your lips once more to snap back at him but before you could even say anything Hanjae was suddenly pulled away from you, hauled up into the hands of Jungkook’s tight knuckled grip on his shirt, his broad back facing you as he growled, “Listen here you little freak, if I ever fucking see you touch her like that again, I will personally break every finger on your hand. Now you heard her, get the fuck out of her.”

Jungkook had let go of his shirt, intending to turn around to check on you before he was suddenly shoved back, “Oh, I should’ve known you were the cause of this, what are you?” Hanjae sneered, “Her little fucking puppy? You know she doesn’t love you, right?”

You swallowed thickly at the way Jungkook’s shoulders tensed and before you could even reach out to calm him down his knuckle had already curled into a fist that was sent directly into Hanjae’s path and just as you had seen countless times, Jungkook never missed his target.

Everything happened so fast, Hanjae had stumbled back and before he could even recover Jungkook had already hauled him up, shoving him against the wall where another punch was thrown, and another, and another one after that.

Before you knew it security had hurried over and it still took Hoseok pulling Jungkook away to get him to stop, his knuckle swollen and blood trickling down your ex’s face but Jungkook didn’t relent as he growled, “Next time I see you, you’ll be fucking lucky to have them stop me.”

“Next time you’ll be the one eating dirt you whore fucker.” Hanjae sneered out, Jungkook was quickly riled up again as he struggled to lunge back at him, Namjoon had already been hurrying over, quickly grabbing Jungkook as well to hold him back while Hanjae tried to reach back for him, the security hauling him away as he thrashed.

“Easy Jungkook, cool down.” Namjoon sighed, both him and Hoseok still struggling to keep him back as he glared holes into Hanjae’s figure. Jungkook quickly snapped at them both to let him go, and reluctantly they did so as his eyes quickly locked onto your figure, anger residing briefly before concern took over, “Are you okay babygirl?” He quickly pushed away from both friends as he gently grabbed your forearms, eyes washing over your body to check for any marks left behind, “Did he hurt you?” His words had a sour tone now, as if pissed at just the idea making you swallow before quickly shaking your head.

“Hey, hey, hey! Look at me,” You quickly grabbed his attention that was now redirecting to where Hanjae had been dragged off too, “I’m fine Guk, it’s fine.” He still didn’t seem sold on your words, his jaw still clenched and his eyes lingering on the exit, almost looking as if he wanted to follow just to continue beating the life out of your ex.

He huffed before glancing back at you, his grip on you opposite of his sour gaze, “Come on, get dressed in my room, that was your last dance right?” You nodded as he quickly wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you along back into the staff area of the building.

You had gathered your bag, packing up before pulling on the robe and making your way to his dressing room. Opening the door you peaked in before coming in fully, Jungkook had been pacing, running a hand through his hair, still huffy at what had happened as he glanced at you briefly, “Honestly Y/n, how could you ever be with such an asshole?” He huffed, jaw clenched as he collapsed down on the couch, almost looking like a brooding child as he tucked his tongue into his cheek, “What a fucking dick, why didn’t you come get me?”

You clacked you lips, raising your eyebrows as you set your bag down on his vanity, taking off your robe as you sat down and began to get changed, “Jungkook you got off shift an hour ago, how was I supposed to know you were still at Cherry Bomb?”

You glanced in the mirror to watch his lips part and close several times, wanting to object before his face soured again, looking away from you as he huffed once more, obviously knowing you were right before he muttered, “Still, he’s lucky I didn’t break his jaw right there. Has he been stalking you?” He suddenly demanded, as if fired up again at the idea, “We’re going to get a restraining order if he keeps this shit up.”

“Yeah, yeah okay,” You replied dismissively, more focused on your stockings you unclipped from your garter belt as you pulled them off, “I’m being serious!” Jungkook snapped though his tone held no real bite, you only waved a hand, making his lips part indignantly at your dismissal. Sighing you stood up as you faced him, “Jungkook it’s fine, really, outside of the occasional wall of text he sends me he hasn’t tried to get into my apartment-”

“I’d hope to fuck he hasn’t!” Jungkook cut you off with a growl, as he shifted around in his seat. You had learned to never take him completely serious when he got like this, thus your dismissal though you’d admit. Hanjae finding you at work did have you a little spooked. Jungkook had changed the lock out on your door after the last incident two months ago and since then you didn’t have a problem.

Occasionally Hanjae would find you out in a diner or at the mall but he’d never actually had the chance to really argue with you. Sighing you grabbed the bra from your bag before hooking it and pulling it over your shoulders, “Jungkook!” You chided him making him look away from you, refusing to let his broody expression go, at times, he truly was like a child, “Look at me, I’m completely fine. I was just taken aback at him being here, that’s all. Besides I doubt he tries anything after what you did.” You adjusted the bra before pulling the sweat pants out of your bag.

“He’s lucky Hoseok got there when he did,” He replied lowly, eyes now casted on his knuckle which was red and appeared a little swollen, “Would’ve did a lot more than that if they had let me. Little bitch deserves it.”

Sighing you pulled the shirt over your head before walking over, taking a seat on the couch beside him, he still refused to look at you, not wanting to let go of his broodiness which truly did make him look like a toddler, “Koo,”

“I told you not to call me that,” Jungkook turned away from you, his brows furrowing making you snort a laugh which made his shoulders more tense, obviously still not over the situation.

Sighing you let your gaze soften slightly before scooting a little closer, “Look at me,” He still refused making you clack your lips before delicately grabbing his jaw, feeling his warm skin beneath your touch and the tension that held in his jaw, “Come on, look at me I’m fine,” You pulled his gaze towards you, his broody expression threatening to drop as you cupped his face, letting your fingers graze down his jawline, “You already threw hands with him, you stopped him from hurting me, what more do you want?”

Jungkook tried to sport his brooding expression but couldn’t at the feeling of your small hands practically petting against his jaw forcing it to relax against your touch, “Maybe a thank you,” He replied with a murmur, though you could tell he was just using that as an excuse to keep being huffy, laughing you gave a nod before crawling up into his lap, hands suddenly wrapping around you as you buried down into the crook of his neck, pressing a shy kiss against his skin as you smiled, “Thank you Guk.”

You felt his nose bury down into your hair, his body finally relaxing as he murmured, “Always babygirl.”

“Come on, don't be a little bitch,” Jimin tried to coax you as you laughed shaking your head as you held your arms in front of you. Most people usually went out partying for their birthdays, but given you and all of your friends worked in a strip club the inclination was not there.

Instead everyone was in comfy clothes or pajamas, a bottle of half drank whiskey was out and a movie had been running in the background, it was perfect.

The vanilla cake with buttercream frosting had been cut into and admittedly, you were part of the reason it was nearly gone, and already working on your third slice as Jimin tried to coax you into a line of shots, “I’m a lightweight Jimin once I start I won’t stop.”

“Oh so you’re basically Namjoon but smaller?” Seokjin snorted, taking the bottle to put more in his cup of soda as Namjoon shot him an unappreciative glare, “Come on live a little Y/n, Jungkook can take you home if you get wasted, I don’t think I’ve ever even seen you drunk.”

Drinking together had happened quite often, so you’d give him merit to his words. You weren’t a drinker yourself and always suffered terrible nausea afterwards, thus forcing you to not partake as you always had a bad hangover the day after.

You pouted before sighing, watching Jimin throwback another shot, his cheeks already flushed and you could tell he was beginning to walk the fine line of sober and drunk, “I’m not going to force Jungkook to be my babysitter while we aren’t at Cherry Bomb, I’m cool just eating cake,” You pointed at your half ate slice before smiling, “In fact, I’ll probably go for a fourth here soon.” Plopping another piece in your mouth you gave a smile. Namjoon sat down beside you as he pulled an arm around your shoulder, “Not all of us have to get wasted to have fun.”

Namjoon was usually the only other sober person besides yourself and Jungkook and therefore you had shared the bond of the few sober people left, Jungkook, you had found out wasn’t particularly fond of drinking either, though according to Jimin he wasn’t a lightweight.

“Alright that’s it,” Seokin stood up as he grabbed an empty shot glass, making you instantly object as he poured the contents into it, walking over as he put the shot in front of you, “It’s my personal task to get you to loosen up and get wasted tonight.”

Your expression puckered into a sour one as you glared down at the shot, you could hear Seulgi laughing near the couch with Hoseok as she called out, “Y/n never cuts loose, that’s a lost battle Seokjin.”

Whipping around your lips parted, slightly offended at her words. You could relax! You just didn’t need to be wasted to do so! Huffing, you could tell Jungkook had been rubbing off on you as the need to prove her wrong rose in your stomach. You could drink, just because it wasn’t your go to didn’t make you any less fun. Clacking your lips you suddenly grabbed the shot before knocking it back.

Your face distorted at its taste and your throat burned but you took it like a champ before waving Seokjin for another round, his grin brightening as he brought the bottle over and Jimin was already cheering you on, “Uh are you sure Y/n?” Namjoon asked, a little concerned for you as Seokjin gave less than two shits and preferred enabling you.

You gave a relaxed nod as you smiled, “I’m fine! I know what to call it quits.” You cheered your shot towards him before taking a second one, you could relax perfectly fine. Maybe they were right, it had been forever since you drank anyways and tomorrow was Sunday anyways, one of the few precious days off to sleep in.

“Look this is important to me okay?” Jungkook raised his brows as he sat out on the bed, having been pulled aside by his bestfriend who was pacing around the room, that signature anxious look on his face he only dawned when it was about his lover.

Sighing Jungkook shrugged before asking, “Okay? What’s up?” He knew he was in for the long haul when his best friend sighed, pulling out the black velvet box from his pocket, Jungkook’s eyes widened as he spoke, “Oh shit, you were serious?”

Taehyung had been debating the idea for countless hours to him about proposing and honestly? Jungkook didn’t really care but he’d be supportive regardless of his friend’s decision, but to see the pretty diamond ring sparking in it’s holder still had him a little taken aback, Taehyung only groaned at his expression, wondering why he expected anything less, “Of course I was being serious. I love her man, I just, we’ve been living together for awhile now and I figured, let’s just tie the knot, y’know? Yeri’s cousin just got married recently and she’s been talking non stop about when we do one day, I just figured...Why one day when we can now?”

Sighing Jungkook leaned back against his hands, still apprehensive about the idea, he had been an ass when they were younger sure and he gave Yeri a hard time definitely, he could always owe up to when he was a dick. But still, marriage was a bit...Maybe he just didn’t understand? Shrugging he decided to give as neutral of a reply as possible, “Sure I guess.”

“Oh my god,” Taehyung muttered under his breath, irritated at both Jungkook for his lack of real opinion and himself for expecting more of an answer, Jungkook only gave a hum as he shrugged again, watching his best friend pace back and forth before running a hand through his hair, “Dude can’t you be a little more helpful?”

Holding up his hands Jungkook raised his own brows before scoffing, “You think I know shit about girls let alone proposing? Just ask Y/n, she’d probably be more help than me.”

“Just you wait you little shit,” Taehyung huffed, running a hand through his hair once more as he rolled his eyes, almost daydreaming about the day Jungkook wouldn’t be such an emotionally constipated idiot, “You’ll be in my position eventually.”

Clacking his lips Jungkook mirrored his expression as he rolled his own eyes, just the idea made him shudder and everyone knew he was not about that kind of life. Opening the door to the closed room as they both began to walk down the hallway, “Doubt it, you know how I feel about marriage.”

Snorting Taehyung glanced at him in disbelief, “What the one where you actually wanna get married and have a traditional wedding because you’re that guy?” Taehyung placed the small box back in his pocket, a small anxiety still in his heart unsure of when or where the right time would be to pop the question.

“The one where I doubt I’ll find a girl to even marry dipshit,” Jungkook replied, sighing as he gave a careless shrug as they walked down the hall, “Besides I have too much baggage for anyone to want to deal with anyways. I don’t see the big deal, just ask her, she’d say yes regardless.”

Taehyung glared at him briefly, “You can’t just ask a girl to marry you Jungkook-”

“Hell yeah you can,” Jungkook snorted back, a dumb grin on his face that made Taehyung glare at him with the strong urge to punch it right off his face, ignoring his friends over dramatization Jungkook jabbed him with his elbow, “Imma fucking propose while eating my girl out just to prove your ass wrong, just you wait.”

He only facepalmed as Jungkook laughed, patting his back reassuringly before he continued, “All jokes aside you’ll know when the time is right, don’t rush anything, it’s not like you guys don’t have forever.”

Sighing Taehyung looked a little downcast but nodded his expression however, quickly twisted into mild shock as his eyes suddenly perking up as they entered the living room, sighing as he muttered, “Oh jesus christ.”

Confused Jungkook glanced up as well, eyes widening to saucers at the hot mess the living room had become under the twenty minutes they both had been gone.

Yeri had long since become drunk, sniffling in front of the mirror as Rosé continuously gave her an empowering speech, though her own words were jostled and slurred as Yeri cried while nodding in the mirror. Hoseok had already been passed out on the couch and Seulgi was on her way out as well.

The more horrifying sight was his own trainee on the barstool straddled in Jimin’s lap, his lips attached to your neck but your focus was on the near empty bottle of whiskey that you shakily poured into your cup, accidentally spilling most in the process, “M-mm!” You whined with a hiccup, his plump lips working down your neck as you closed your eyes, finally dropping the bottle on the counter as it’s contents spilled out.

You couldn’t even remember how many shots you had took and your mind was hazy, body burning up and wetness pooled between your legs at the feeling of Jimin’s swollen erection in his own sweatpants that brushed against your thigh.

Jimin placed his hands on your hips, encouraging you as you bucked against him, giving another whimper at the friction that pressed into your clit, your mind hazy and not even properly realizing what position you sat yourself voluntarily in. You gave an even bigger whine at suddenly being picked up, the pleasure you had been chasing after quickly disappearing, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jungkook growled between you both as he held you close, his grip tight and had you been sober you would’ve noticed both the protective and jealous leer in his expression.

You however, weren’t sober at all and therefore struggled against him uselessly in attempt to sit back in the warm lap that made you feel so good. Jimin’s cheeks were flushed as he drunkenly stood up, swaying a little before poking Jungkook’s chest though he himself looked more affected by it as he laughed, “Jealousy isn’t a good look of you Guk (hic) you should get that checked out.”

You let out a small whine, kicking to get out of Jungkook’s arms but he didn’t relent, in fact, it seemed to make him only squeeze you tighter as he glared down at the blonde, “Fuck off. We’re leaving Y/n.” Your lips parted several times at the use of your name before pouting, letting him grab your phone before saying goodbye to Taehyung and Namjoon, the only two sober people left before making his way out of the apartment.

Jungkook set you down, swaying you suddenly giggled, taking a wobbly step forward, the world around you seemed to be spinning yet it only seemed to make you laugh, what a strange world! “(hic) Why is the floor spinning Koo?” Accidentally leaning too far back you almost fell down before Jungkook quickly herded behind you, catching you as he sighed, maybe he shouldn’t of been surprised but he didn’t honestly think someone as tiny as you could actually get so wasted in such little time.

But clearly you weren’t lying all those times you told him you were lightweight. But this? No this was featherweight. Sweeping you off your feet he carried you with ease as he glanced down at your figure, “Fucking hell baby, how much could you drink in twenty minutes?”

“Mmm,” You ignored him, your eyes glassy and dilated, looking spacey and more interested in the bulge of his muscles that proudly flexed while carrying you so effortlessly, your arms happily wrapped around his neck before pressing your nose into it’s crook as you swung your feet, “You’re so (hic) strong Koo.” he sighed at the feeling of your soft lips peppering his neck in kisses with another little hiccup, “Are we (hic) getting food?”

Jungkook wrinkled his nose as he carefully walked down the stairs of the apartment complex, making sure to hold onto you a little tighter (much to your delight) as he sighed, “No babydoll, you need some water and sleep.”

His words made your mouth gape before twisting into a big puppy pout, you kicked your feet around before whining into his neck, Jungkook didn’t relent though despite your childishness, not wanting to have to clean up the bile that you would undoubtedly throw up if he took you out to eat, “No buts, you already had way too much cake, you’ll be lucky to keep that down on the ride back home.”

You were already whining again, your grip on his neck tightening as you begged, your tummy rumbling though you weren’t sure if that was a good thing, eyes watery as you whimpered, “But…! I-I’m- (hic) but I’m hungry!” Jungkook paused at the bottom of the stairs, closing his eyes as he inhaled through his nose, feeling the wet substances of tears trickling against his neck, “Guk!” you cried softly before giving another pathetic little hiccup that had been breaking your voice anytime you spoke, had he not been so focused on taking you home he would’ve found a moment to laugh and address how cute it was.

Jungkook felt a piece of his will chip away at your tears, mainly because he couldn’t stand to see you cry, even if it was because you were completely drunk and just wanted to impulse eat, “Baby no,” He concluded softly, walking towards his car as he shifted his grip on you to one hand briefly to pull his keys from his pocket, “You’ve had too much to drink, we can get something to eat in the morning.”

He almost wanted to groan at the sob that emitted from his neck, your hands now coiled around him tightly as you threw a fit, Jungkook let out a silent sigh, feeling as if he should’ve known you’d be ten times more melodramatic than when you were sober when you didn’t get your way. Unlocking the car he set you down in the passenger side, struggling to get you to let go before he paused, kneeling down “Hey, look at me baby.”

Hiccuping you finally looked at him, your eyes bloodshot and pupils dilated more than normal, you looked like a sad little puppy with watery eyes and fat crocodile tears running down your cheeks as he cupped your face, “You can’t eat baby, you’ve had a lot of cake already and I don’t want you getting sick,” he explained softly while wiping your tears as you let out a string of ‘But’s’ along with another hiccup, “Shhh,” He hushed you as you softly shed a few more tears, “We’ll get something to eat in the morning, but we need to get home baby.”

Letting out another gentle sob you finally let go of him while defeatedly curling your knees into your chest, shutting the door Jungkook groaned, running a hand through his hair. He left you for twenty- not even twenty it had to be fifteen minutes and they...He forced his jaw to relax as he sat in the drivers side, deciding to not think about it or else he’d go back in there and find out who put you up to drinking.

The car ride had went smooth for the most part, after three minutes you had forgotten why you were crying to begin with and had happily talked about dogs almost the whole way home before you started crying again, mainly about dogs and why you were allergic to them and how life wasn’t fair. Jungkook couldn’t help the snort that escaped his lips in the process, which caused an ocean of tears from you making him hurriedly attempt to soothe.

You were half passed out by the time he got you out of the car, pulling out the key to your apartment before unlocking the door and carrying you inside, letting out a sigh he laid you down on your bed as you murmured in a sleepy, small voice, “(hic) you aren’t leaving me. Right?”

“You need to get some sleep babydoll,” Jungkook tried to stand straight but your grip on him coiled suddenly babbling about how men were heartless and women should create a harmonic society like amazons where women would never have to deal with men again, all because he said, you. needed. sleep.

“Okay, okay, fine.” Jungkook sighed, making you scoot over excitedly, your grin was hard to deny as you bounced in your spot as he laid down, almost immediately crashed down on top of him, nuzzling into his neck as he wrapped his arms around you, “You’re a handful you know that?”

Fumbling you placed your hands on his chest, propping yourself up a little to look at him as you replied, “But I’m (hic) your baby, I’m worth it.” You flashed him a closed eye smile.

Jungkook couldn’t resist the urge to laugh as he rubbed a hand down your back, his gaze soft and affectionate at how silly and cute of a drunk you were, unable to deny your words he let a small smile pull on his lips, “My baby huh? Still doesn’t make it easy for me.”

You wiggled against his touch, looking like a stretched out cat who’d be purring by now at the affection he showered you in, what Jungkook hadn’t expected was your legs to slot on either side of his thigh before wiggling your hips, giving a little whimper in the process, “What do you think you’re doing babydoll”  Jungkook raised an eyebrow, unable to keep the smirk off his face as he let his hands find their way to your hips.

He watched for a moment, almost mesmerized at the way your hips so fluidly rode down against his thigh even while drunk, letting out a soft moan at the friction in your clit building up, heat pooling between your thighs and the lacy panties you wore ruined by wetness, “Mmm! Feels so good daddy.”

You dragged your hips down his thigh with a soft whine, it took nearly every fiber of strength Jungkook had to lay still before groaning, the feeling of your little, messy, wet cunt spread open while riding along his thigh almost too much to bear, those pretty cheeks dusted red and those watery eyes could have him on his knees in seconds as you let out a soft whine, “Daddy, touch me.”

Before you could even beg Jungkook suddenly grabbed you, flipping you onto the bed. You body flooded in excitement at being underneath him, what you hadn’t expected though was for his crushing weight to be on top of you rather then hovering over you, “Guk!” You cried out, your body begging and burning up in need of friction, making you frantically try to rub your hips into his but his weight prevented you from doing so, the only thing you could feel was his hardened length teasingly pressed into the top of your thigh.

“You’re way too drunk for this babydoll, get some sleep.” He pressed his nose into your neck while closing his eyes, ignoring your pleas and cries as you tried to shuffle underneath him,

“B-but! I’m so wet! I need you, now!” You whined out with another hiccup, tears trickling down your face again at being unable to sate the crave your body burned for as you begged, “A-and you’re so hard Guk please, please, (hic) please! I need your cock inside me so bad daddy.”

Jungkook assumed when he got you home it would get easier, now laying in bed with you begging for his dick he realized that obviously wasn’t gonna be the case. Sighing he ignored the drunken filth you’d be mortified at on any other occasion, “Tell you what babydoll,” he lifted his head to acknowledge you, secretly hoping you’d stop because his dick was beginning to throb in pain and at this rate he’d just have to blow a load in the bathroom by himself once you fell asleep, “If you’re really that horny in the morning you can ride my cock before I even wake up, sound good?”

You stayed quiet for a moment, almost looking adorable before murmuring, “But I want it now…”

“Well too bad,” Jungkook replied, snuggling back into your neck, your perfume now competing with the smell of alcohol, “You’re just gonna have to be a good girl and wait baby.”

You had never ran into the bathroom faster in your life, your head was pounding, stomach churning in the most disgusting way, the way when you knew you were gonna throw up and it was a race against time to reach the toilet. You didn't have time to question why the hell Jungkook was in your bed when the strong waves of nausea hitting you were enough to drown in.

Your eyes were near glossed over by the time you finished throwing up, groaning as you coughed, spitting out as much of the disgusting taste as you could before brushing your teeth a good three times, tongue and all before sighing. God you felt like such shit, why did you even consider drinking? Rubbing your eyes you let out a groan before adjusting to the light fully, your lips instantly parting in horror at the bruising purple marks on your neck.

“Jungkook what the fuck!” You shouted not caring what time it was or if he was asleep. This man had hell to pay! You didn’t care what the circumstances where, you weren’t even sober enough to remember doing it! You didn’t actually care that he did it, he was your mentor and you trusted him but…! Fucking hell could he have at least waited until you were a little more sober, sober enough to at least have some memory of it.

Walking back into the room you crossed your arms with a growl as Jungkook shifted, eyes lazily opening as he yawned, “The fuck did I do?” He asked quizzically yet not actually caring, grabbing your pillow cuddling before it close, closing his eyes once more while nuzzling his nose into the material.

You would’ve thought it was a cute gesture on any other occasion had you not just seen the hickey marks on your neck, “The fuck did you do? What the hell is this?” You pointed to your neck in accusation, cheeks bright red and embarrassment washing over you, you didn’t even remember how you got home or how Jungkook got in your bed. What the hell happened?

You both were dressed, which eased your nerves but you were still on edge, Jungkook only rolled his eyes, grabbing your wrist to pull you down into bed making you yelp, both of you wrestling for a moment before Jungkook forced you beneath him, “I left for fifteen minutes and suddenly you were eight shots of whiskey into Jimin’s lap,” You groaned under his weight as he laid his head down on your chest, “You cried almost the whole way home, and then got even more pissy when I wouldn’t let you thigh ride me, any more questions?” He heard an indignant huff from you, one that was usually from embarrassment that made him smile, closing his eyes again.

“Shut up.” You muttered, shifting beneath his weight before letting out a small groan. Rubbing your forehead that pounded as you let out a small whine, not wanting to even think about what Jungkook probably had to endure, you were always embarrassing when you drank. God only knew what you did this time.

It was quiet for a moment, your head still aching and you closed your eyes but the irritation persisted before you felt the weight of Jungkook’s body lift, hands on either side of you as the familiar smirk coiled on his lips, “You still in the mood to ride me babydoll?”

“The fuck!?” You yelped, quickly squirming underneath him despite his hands still caging you into your spot, your cheeks bright red at the realization you definitely became a little too horny last night, it was both a surprise and yet not at the same time to know he had the restraint to not jump your bones last night.

Jungkook had already let his lips press down against your neck making you whine, cheekings burning in embarrassment as he spoke, “You know how hard it was to ignore you?” You let out a small breath at his hands grabbing onto your waist, squeezing tightly as he licked a strip up your neck, “You were begging for daddy’s cock last night while riding that needy little pussy over my thigh.”

“Jungkook!” You cried out with a whimper, your cheeks bright red and your head throbbing more, you had already began to rub your thighs together, heat pooling between them as he sucked gently against the skin right above your hickey.

His hands slid under your shirt, petting down the sides of your body as he huffed, “I didn’t realize you were such a horny drunk, you were all over my dick last night babygirl,” You whined in frustration, letting your head knock back against the bed as you kicked your feet, “So needy,”

Jungkook clacked his tongue, a little half smirk pulling on his lips as he cupped your heat making you jolt with a whine, hips instantly rocking into his hand, “God even hungover you still want my fingers, isn’t that right baby?” He cooed out, his fingers brushing up your dripping folds, your panties ruined as he pressed little circles into your clit, the sudden cry escaping your lips as you squeezed your legs together, “Right baby?” He teased, asking you once more.

“Y-yes!” You finally relented with a rapid nod, your body's need bigger than your dignity at the moment, “Please!” you whined with a plea, Jungkook let the pad of his finger pressed down harder against your sensitive nub in reward as he rubbed it in circles.

“What a good girl,” He cooed out making your hips buck into his hand once more with a frustrated whine, pleasure rolling through your body at the way his single finger instantly found your sweet spot, “You’re so wet baby, you’re making a mess,” He clacked with a small laugh, and he was right of course, your wetness had seeped through your panties, creating a wet spot on your sweatpants making your cheeks burn as you whined, “Does baby wanna cum?”

Your hips were rocking in sync with his fingers that prodded along your clit sending little flickers of pleasure through your body as you let out a breathy moan, your orgasm building as you nodded, “P-please! Please!”

Jungkook let his fingers speed up causing your thighs to quiver and moan to brokenly leave your lips, “You really wanna cum babydoll?” He teased, eating up your little gasps and whines, your body rocking into his hand needy for more of the friction he gave your little clit, nodding you spewed out another string of pleas, your body unable to take anymore teasing as you felt your orgasm ready to snap, “Well too bad.”

A near sob escaped your lips as Jungkook replied casually, pulling his fingers away from you as he sat up with a stretch. Kicking your feet you let out several breathes and whines as he started laughing. Opening and closing your lips a few times as disbelief glossed in your eyes making him laugh harder, “Don’t give me that pout babydoll, I’m just doing to do what you did to me last night.”

“I was drunk!” You shouted with a cry as he got up dismissing you with a wave of his hand before leaving the room, sulkily you threw yourself back down on the bed as you kicked your feet, what a rude ass! Your body was sensitive from being edged and denied, glancing at the door to make sure he hadn’t returned you dropped your hand back down your body before letting it trail to the hem of your pants.

“You better not be touching yourself in there,” Jungkook called from the kitchen making you whine as you flopped onto your stomach, he teased you relentlessly and now you couldn’t even finish yourself!? Your head ached in dull pain and you felt even more like garbage then before as you buried your head under your pillow.

Footsteps padded through the room again as Jungkook snorted, “You are such a baby, take your medicine and remember to drink some water, I doubt hangover sex is the way you want our first time to go.”

“You don’t know that.” You sulked from under your pillow, this wasn’t the first time this had happened. Being teased, aroused, then edged and denied your release only for him to casually take his leave, it wasn’t fair! He had plenty of girls to go to and all you had was him and your fingers which in comparison weren’t cutting it anymore,

Jungkook let his hand pet down your waist as he replied, “Oh but I do babygirl, I do. Anyways I have to prep for that bachelorette party at Cherry Bomb scheduled for later today so you probably won’t hear from me until tonight.”

Ah yes, apparently some rich clients threw their money together and rented out the whole damn building and hired on all the male soloists for one of the client’s bachelorette party. You only shuddered at the idea of having to work one of the few days you got off. You waved him away with a groan, making him give another laugh as he left, obviously successful in his tease attack on you. You were gonna kill that man.

You couldn’t keep the dumb smile from your face as you curled back up in bed, letting the soft fuzzy blanket rub against your warm cheeks as you stared at your phone. You thought Koo was the cutest nickname and knowing he’d tolerate you using it made you all warm and fuzzy inside.

Stretching out you turned off your phone before honing in on the show you had put on.

“You’re awfully happy,” Yeri who was sprawled out on the foot of the bed took note in your beaming expression, a lot of nights when Cherry Bomb had been booked for the boys Taehyung would often have to work the bar leaving you and Yeri alone and bored most of the night.

To cure the problem she had offered one time if you wanted to spend the night, it had become routine ever since when they were at work.

It wasn’t like you minded, in fact, you had been considerably more upbeat the last few months as Seulgi always had other friends and didn’t necessarily have time for you most days, having both Yeri and Rosé to keep you company when any of your male friends were busy left you bright and happy.

Rosé who was also bored with nothing to do that night had also stayed at your house, mainly complaining that those ‘three headed wenches’ stole Jimin from their movie night and left her with no other plans but never not in the mood to drop in to visit with you. She even gave a pout when she found out you and Yeri had been getting together with out her on your newly appointed girls night.

She was currently on the floor, feet spread out in front of her as she continued to paint her toenails, clacking her tongue she gave a knowing smile, “Koo is Y/n’s nickname for Jungkook,” she gave a sing song tone making your cheeks flush, she didn’t have to say it like that! “He said she’s the only one he’s okay with calling him it.”

Yeri gave an ‘Oh’ making your cheeks flush further as you grabbed the pillow from your side, cuddling it close as you nuzzled your nose into the soft fuzzy fur, “Shut up guys.” You whined making them both laugh. You knew what they were hinting at but didn’t want to confide anything.

It wasn’t necessarily them, but it was yourself. The main reason you had yet to jump into anything with Jungkook was simply because you wanted time, making sure you eased out of your breakup with no strings attached or any regret. Jungkook being who he was, wasn’t about to pressure you into anything, especially after you told him you just wanted time to recoup from your break up, understably, it was also the main reason he held off from any advancements on you, physically and...you supposed romantically. You swallowed at the idea, making your cheeks burn hotter.

You couldn’t help but feel a little excitement rush through you at the thought, you supposed, you had developed a little bit of a...crush on your mentor. But it was hard not too, all the petnames, cuddles and affection, he’d take you for breakfast most days and endured your delicate temperament, it would be hard to not have at least a tiny crush on him.

It was why you avoided the group chat so heavily, you didn’t like being taunted by all of his one night stands even though that was never his intention in the first place. It didn’t take a genius to figure out Jungkook had a high sex drive and to be fair you did want time on your own, no relationships or beneifcal friendships. But still. Maybe, just maybe, he liked you too?

You rubbed your cheeks as Yeri gave a hum, “When do you think they’ll get in? You said Jungkook left here around twelve right?”

“Mhm,” You shifted against the soft pillow with a nod, “He went to Cherry Bomb earlier to get everything set up, probably stopped by his apartment and got showered first though. Pretty sure it didn’t start until around three I think?”

Rosé nodded as she dipped the handle back in the nail polish bottle, “Mhm, those girls have to be wasted by now, hopefully they didn’t get any of the guys to drink too much.” You couldn’t help but let your face scrunch slightly, that had also happened before and was never a pretty sight.

Not as though you had to deal with it for very long, you had never even seen Jungkook drunk before but he was also extremely adamant about it and had simply told you he didn’t need to be wasted to have a good time. You weren’t about to complain when Jimin and Hoseok had been up on the bar attempting karaoke, shockingly enough, they were actually pretty decent.

Yeri sighed as she curled up on the bed, the poor thing obviously wishing her lover was with her as she circled patterns on the soft comforter, “I can only hope.” You gave her a tiny, sympathetic smile, you could understand in a way. On nights like these you’d prefer to be lounged out with Jungkook annoyingly eating all of your chips, though you secretly loved it, while you browsed on your laptop.

It was the little things you enjoyed the most.

“You know what,” Rosé clacked her lips, opening her phone as she gave a hum, “I'm gonna see if I can yoink some selfies from them.” You groaned, curling into your pillow you held, they often had a weekend ritual of sending borderline nsfw selfies into the chat, or sometimes they were nsfw.

Just as she finished her message your phone buzzed, curiously Yeri crawled over to you as you let go of your pillow, letting her look over your shoulder as you facepalmed.

Yeri and Rosé were wheezing as you whined, throwing your phone on the bed as you cried out with a loud whine, burying yourself in the piles of blankets. Your cheeks on fire and a whimper escaping your lips from embarrassment. God why did you ever think taking that photo was a good idea?

You had just gotten out of the shower yesterday morning when you took that photo, feeling cute and just taking it to take it without any intention of ever letting it see the light of day for someone else's eyes. Just the idea of Jungkook seeing it made your face blush wildly and your humiliation want to dive off a cliff.

“Why did you even have that on your phone if you didn’t wanna send it?” Rosé howled out, standing up as she waddled over to the bed, careful to not ruin her freshly painted toenails, “Was it for someone else?”

“No!” You cried out making them break into a whole new fit of laughter, “I-I just! I felt cute that morning!” It was the truth, you had thought maybe it would help your esteem by taking a cute panty picture but now all you felt was embarrassed. It was dumb given your friends had all seen you in even less then that before, on a daily basis. But this was different, it was private, for your eyes only.

It wasn’t a big deal, and it was your own fault but still. You wouldn’t deny the stir between your thighs at Jungkook’s messages though, obviously riled up at the ten second glance he gained from your picture. If your cheeks weren’t red before they definitely were now.

Sighing you ignored their laughs as you crawled out of bed, shuffling to the bathroom in an attempt to recompose yourself. Shutting the door you sighed, dropping your head against it before letting out a whine, note to self: delete those pictures.

At that thought your phone buzzed making you jump, not sure if Jungkook stole someones phone to text you or- Oh.... you sighed in relief at the text from your mother, they had been talking about taking a trip to visit you here in Seoul next month and honestly? You had been happy to know, you had been so buried between class and work that you rarely had time to talk to your mom anymore. Knowing they’d be visiting next month made you all giddy and excited, steering your embarrassed thoughts away from what had just happened.

Taking a moment to recollect yourself and text your mom back you took your time, getting ready to open the door when it suddenly rapped from the other side, “Y/n!”

Opening the door your heartrate spiked at Rosé’s fretting tone, confused you glanced between her wide frantic eyes and Yeri who was putting on her shoes, “What’s up?”

“Jimin just called, Namjoon took a bad fall from the stage, they’re on their way to the hospital right now.” She had already turned to put her shoes on as you quickly followed suit. A bad fall? What was that supposed to mean, did he hit his head? Was he okay? Had he overworked himself? They did have a lot of numbers for that bachelorette party. Wasting no time you put your shoes on, grabbing your cardigan and keys before heading to the car, looks like a day off just didn’t exist anymore.

It was nearly two AM and your eyes had that familiar sting of tiredness in them, it hurt to blink and the bright fluorescent lights of hospital almost made you squint. You had been curled up against the familiar side of Jungkook who had an arm around you, looking tired himself as he yawned, running a hand through his hair, “Didn’t think it would take them this long to get xrays done.”

“He’s probably giving them a hard time with how much he drank,” Jimin snorted from the other wall, Rosé long past out on his shoulder with a small snore, “We still have training tomorrow and Cherry Bomb’s a fucking mess, Seokjin is still on the phone with Sejin and hell- maybe even Bang, might get the day off but who knows.” He stretched out as much as he could without disturbing Rosé, his eyes also tired and honestly you were surprised Jimin was the sober one given how often he drank too much.

“Was Yoongi not there tonight?” You asked quietly, rubbing your eyes as you let out a yawn yourself shuffling in Jungkook’s grip as he pulled you closer, usually you’d still be fairly bright eyed at Cherry Bomb but it was different when you were in sweats and a t-shirt compared to a bodysuit with a margarita in hand.

You felt the urge to shut your eyes when Jungkook ran his hand against your arm, “No he’s visiting family in Daegu for the weekend, he won’t be back until tomorrow evening to cover regular shift. I can head back over and clean up, I doubt we’ll hear anything about Namjoon until the morning.” Jungkook stood up making a muffled whine escape your lips at the loss of heat his body served as your own personal heater, his lips quirked into a small smirk as he glanced down, “You wanna come help baby?”

Groaning you sunk into your seat, not at all appealed to the idea of spending your night, the one you where you should’ve been in the warm covers of your bed, at Cherry Bomb once again, except cleaning up a room that looked like a frat party no doubt, “Oh yeah just how I wanted to spend my day off.” You sighed as you stood up, rubbing your eyes as you bidded everyone goodnight, following behind Jungkook with another yawn.

Cherry Bomb, just as Jimin said, was a literal wreck.

Bottles scattered over the floors tables had been put up and chairs littered the main floor, glitter and holographic confetti covered the floor and splatters of white substance...presumably cum- stained the floor, god you hated bachelorette parties, “This is so disgusting.” You groaned, ignoring the white substance as you continued sweeping up the confetti.

“Hey I kept my dick in my pants the whole time, blame Seokjin for half of this.” That was the last excuse you even wanted to hear as Jungkook defended himself, “You should’ve seen it, almost three of them got in a fight to suck his dick.” Closing your eyes you inhaled sharply as he laughed at your expression, “Speaking of…”

You felt your face flush as you flashed him a warning glance, focusing down on the floor as you continued to push all of the litter into a pile, “Were those new panties? I’ve never seen you in them before.”

“Jeon Jungkook!” You snapped out turning around, stomping your foot in embarrassment, your face bright red as your free hand curled into a fist making him laugh even harder, “I don’t wear all of my underwear at work!” In any other situation and setting, you were dully aware it would’ve been a weird statement, however you were in fact, strippers and that was a perfectly valid statement, you had come to appreciate wearing pretty panties and didn’t like showing all of the ones you owned off where you worked.

“Oh so you won’t mind showcasing those for me privately then?” Jungkook raised his brows, his smile cheeky as he leaned back on his feet making the scowl twist further on your face, he really did get on your nerves some days...“What’s with that look babydoll? Am I not allowed to be curious?”

Stomping your foot once more your lips quivered into a pout as you angrily swept the floor, “You aren’t curious, you’re shameless!” He really was and the fact that he knew it, even proudly flaunted it made you all the more embarrassed and angry.

Jungkook exasperatedly clacked his tongue as he propped himself up to sit on the edge of the stage, “Me shameless? You were the one that sent your cute little ass into a groupchat- who was it for?” You furrowed your brows at the sudden edge in his voice.

“What?” You turned around at his words, not expecting the abrupt question nor the slight change in his tone, leaning against the broom as Jungkook curved a brow, mildly annoyed as if he didn’t like having to go in more detail, “Who was it supposed to be for if you didn’t mean to send it into the chat?”

Your lips quivered into an even bigger pout, cheeks flushing as you turned back to the path you had created, flustered at just the idea of ever sending something like that to someone, “No one Jungkook. I just thought I looked cute yesterday morning, it wasn’t meant for anyone.” You weren’t sure if you were embarrassed at his question or your own answer. You didn’t have any booty calls like the rest of your friends and you weren’t sure if you even wanted any.

Leaning back against his hands Jungkook hummed, shoulders relaxing as he replied, “Feel free to send them to me babygirl, I’ll put them to good use.” Your nose wrinkled at his purred words, cheeks burning as your refused to glance at him.

“Jungkook,” he hummed as you finally turned around, unable to hide his grin at your quivering lips, big puppy eyes and red cheeks as you murmured, “Please shut the fuck up.”

~~~~~

You felt oddly well rested, taking in a big breath before nuzzling in closer to the mass of heat, legs tangled together and you loved when you woke up to your hair being played with just like today. Things felt too comfortable though.

You were well aware it was Jungkook who had accompanied you in bed, he insisted on staying the night and before you could even put up a fight he had crashed down on your bed, sprawled out with a sleepy smirk, the one he always wore when he was tired and ready to drown you in a warm cuddle you just couldn’t say no too.

Letting out a soft breath you shifted in his grip as you yawned, grabbing your phone before your eyes almost popped out of your head, “Jungkook it’s almost 9!” You were two hours late to practice and he just let you guys sleep in!? You had barely shot up before you were forcibly pulled back down, standing no match for the muscle pig that pulled you back against him, “Calm down baby, we got in late last night,” His voice was a note deeper and raspier against your ear setting an uncomfortable warmth between your thighs, “I figured you’d be happy to sleep in.”

“We didn’t get in any later then we usually do!” You huffed as you struggled to get out of his grip, Jungkook held you firmly though, not even looking affected by your efforts as he kept his eyes closed. In admist your struggling though you paused when he let out a small moan, “Fuck… would you stop that?”

That's when you felt the prominent hard line of his boner pressed snuggly against your ass making you let out a whine, trying to keep your thighs from rubbing together at the feeling as you whined, “Let me go! We need to go get ready for practice.”

“Five more minutes,” Jungkook replied, burying his face in your neck, “God I didn’t realize how much you enjoyed practice for as much as you complain.” You jumped at the feeling of his hips slowly grinding into yours.

You tensed as you bit your lip, arousal flooding your body as it stuck uncomfortably to your panties, “Stop rubbing your boner against me.” You huffed flusteredly, suddenly letting out a whine at his hips thrusting into yours, his deep sleepy moan in your ear.

Jungkook only wrapped his arms around you further, hands playing with the band of your sweat pants as he let his lips drag against your ear, “Take off your sweats.” You had already been turned on before, but hearing him command those words, sounding half asleep and that raspy tone working your body all on it’s own had made you quickly push them down, “Mmm good girl.” He inhaled against your neck as you whined, your panties embarrassingly wet as they clung to your folds, body unable to keep still as your ass nudged against his cock that throbbed in his own sweats, “Now take off your shirt.”

You let out a shaky breath, your cheeks on fire as you quickly obeyed, his arms letting go of you briefly as you pulled the material over your head, your tired gaze on the floor as the fabric of your comforter brushed against the skin of your breasts, “Ah fuck, such a good girl.” Jungkook praised, his eyes still shut as his hands roamed over your body, “Are you gonna be good for daddy?”

Your body burned with need as you whimpered a yes, his cock rubbed against the cheeks of your ass, You could feel Jungkook’s smirk on your skin before pulling you on top of him, “Then show daddy what a good girl you are and ride his thigh.”

You were straddled against his stomach, cheeks bright red as your nipples hardened, arousal soaking your panties as he cracked his eyes open, drinking up the sight before him as he let out a breathy laugh, “You’re already soaked babydoll. Look at those wet panties, such a messy baby.” He clacked his tongue as you dropped your chin down, staring at his chest as his hands squeezed against your sides, “They have to be uncomfortable against that pretty pussy, you wanna take them off?”

You didn’t think it was possibly to become anymore aroused, shaking your head he let out a laugh, grabbing your hips as he forced you into action, pulling between his thigh as he let out a soft moan, “Such a pretty baby, go on, make a big mess over daddy’s thigh I wanna see my baby cum.”

Letting out a breathy moan you placed your hands against his stomach, feeling it’s chiseled muscles tense beneath your fingers as you testingly rubbed your hips down his thighs, a sudden whimper escaping your lips at the feeling of your clit rubbing into his thigh, Jungkook ran a hand through his hair as he sighed, “Fuck you look so hot, such a needy baby, your cunts practically dripping.”

His filth instantly made your hips buck, any reservations you previously had gone as you harshly pressed your hips into his thigh, your clit rubbing in delicious friction between your panties and his sweats, a big wet spot quickly growing as you whimpered, “F-fuck- Daddy…!” You felt dirty for whimpering those words but your body only grew hotter as your orgasm quickly approached.

You nearly choked on your own spit when Jungkook’s hand came into sight, hand palming his hard, aching cock in his sweats as you whimpered, “What baby?” Jungkook let out a sadistic smile, “Want daddy’s cock?”

He watched your hips buck into his thigh faster, another high pitched moan escaping your lips as you nodded. Your lips parted as he pushed his sweats down just enough to release his swollen cock, it was so big his shaft was thick with a protruding vein, slightly curved and his bulbous head beaded with precum and was such a pretty shade of red.

You jumped out of your skin at the feeling of Jungkook’s hand entering your panties, nearly moaning as he palmed your clit, a cry escaping your throat as you whimpered, “Please daddy! I’ll be a good girl, please!”

Your juices messily spilled all over his hand, your hips pressing harsher into his palm to rub further against your needy clit as you leaned forward, tits bouncing and hair slanting view of your face as you whined, desperate for his cock to fill your aching body.

“Fuck thats hot.” Jungkook muttered, eyes fixated on your hips fluidly pleasuring yourself against him, you let out a loud whine as his fingers dragged up your soaked slit, teasing past your clit as you nearly cried out, “P-please! Fuck please!”

Instead of rubbing your clit like you had hoped he only used your arousal for his cock, grabbing it as he began to squeeze against his base, “You have to earn daddy’s cock, make me cum without doing anything and I’ll consider it for next time.”

Your eyes glossed at his words, ready to cry despite your hips rubbing for more friction, unable to take your eyes off his swollen cock that he held in his hand, pumping it at an eased paced that made you clench around nothing but the thought of his fat cock filling you up, “You said you were daddy’s good girl right?”

You threw your head down at his words, you thighs squeezing against his with a whine, Jungkook managed a breathy chuckle as he hummed, “Oh so you like being a good girl?” You let out a whine, your cheeks on fire as your orgasm began to build, “You like being told how much of a good girl you are for me, how well you ride daddy’s thigh? You gonna be a good baby and cum for daddy?”

His words were almost too much to bear, your hips beginning to stutter as pleasure began to bloom throughout your whole body, “F-fuck! I-I wanna be daddy’s good girl! I wanna make daddy’s cock feel so good, wanna be stuffed full and fucked until my pussy is dripping.” The words fumbled from your lips as your pace became more messy, pleasure suddenly twisting and snapping in your body as you cried out, “Mmm! Fuck me daddy! Please! Please! I need your cock so bad I want it splitting my pussy open and stuffing me full, please!”

You couldn’t keep the filth from pouring out of your mouth as you breathed heavily, crying out at the orgasm that snapped throughout your body, whimpering at the sharp twist of pleasure filtering through your body as you shakily held onto his stomach, barely registering Jungkook’s breathy moans, “Be a good little cockslut and stay still,” He suddenly growled making you whimper, obediently forcing your trembling body to lie still as he quickly pumped his shaft, his tip aiming at you, licking your quivering lips at his daunting bulbous tip aimed directly at you as you whimpered, “Pl-please just let me suck it, I’ll be daddy’s good girl and-and take it,”

Jungkook squeezed against his shaft, another moan escaping his mouth as he tucked his tongue into his cheek, dominance rolling off him in waves at the sight of you trying to keep still against his thigh, panties completely soaked with those pretty tits on display, it was your face that got him the most though, the way your cheeks burned bright red and your pupils blown out and eyes doe like, “I said: No, you fucking cockslut,”

You let out a quiet whine, eyes dropping back down submissively to his throbbing cock that he held with a tight grip, his palm roughly squeezing his head as he growled, “You haven’t earn the right to suck daddy’s cock. Now be a good girl and keep riding my thigh.”

“B-but...” Your body was so hypersensitive already your hips were trembling at just the idea, Jungkook used his free hand to suddenly strike your thigh making you give a loud yelp as he snarled, “Ride my thigh you slut, don’t make me repeat myself.” He bounced his thigh up to your aching core, making sure to hit your clit as you whimpered a moan, “If you can take daddy’s cock you can take daddy’s thigh.”

Letting out a shaky whine you obediently let your hips drag back down his thigh with a whimpered moan escaping your lips, “D-daddy it hurts.” Despite the oversensitivity your hips were quickly bucking further into his thigh, your clit throbbing in pain and pleasure as the need for his skin to be in contact with your clit burned in you harsher.

You cried out at his hand slapping over your thigh once more as he growled, “Then why are you still going huh? Don’t pretend like you don’t like using daddy’s thigh you slut,” His degradation was making your folds practically drip but you couldn’t feel an ounce of shame as you moaned, “Look at you getting off on daddy’s thigh while begging like a little whore for his cock, are you daddy’s little whore?”

You whimpered, nails dragging down his abdominal, having never been spoken to with so much degradation yet your body was begging for more as your face burned brighter, “I-I love being daddy’s whore, pl-please daddy,” You tugged at the band of his sweatpants that had been pulled past his hips.

Jungkook let the wide smirk pull on his lips, “Such an obedient baby, you wanna ride the skin of my thigh don’t you baby? Pull them down further.” You nearly jumped for joy at his permission as you quickly shifted to pull his sweats to his knees. What Jungkook hadn’t expected was you to pull your panties to the side before quickly lowering down to the warm skin of his thigh, letting out a long shaky moan in relief.

Jungkook nearly lost it in that moment, forcing his hand to stop to keep himself from cumming at the feeling of your dripping wet cunt split and dragging over his open thigh, now wet and messy covered in your juices, “Look at my needy baby,” He cooed out, voice finally relaxing as he let his throbbing cock rest on his stomach, “Such a good girl,” you let out a shaky moan, hips stuttering as you pressed your clit down against his warm skin, dragging it down his thigh as your slick arousal glistened against his tan skin, “Does babygirl need my fingers?”

He let out a breathy chuckle as you whimpered, “P-please daddy! I’ve - I've been so good!” hips quickly bucking into his thigh as he let his hand slide down making you whimper as he let his pads drag in little circles over your clit, “Mmm! F-fuck it-it hurts daddy.” Your lips quivered with a moan.

Jungkook only grabbed his cock with his free hand, pumping it with ease as he let out a breathy moan, “If you’re daddy’s good girl then cum again, be a greedy little cumslut for daddy and make a big mess over his thigh.” You let out a high pitched moan as his fingers dragged over your swollen little nub, finding it’s sweet spot as he pressed down into it, quickly letting his fingers pace pick up as he rubbed into it.

“Go on babygirl, cum on daddy's thigh, are you gonna be a good girl and hold still to take my cum?” He let a haughty smirk pull on his lips as you cried out, rapidly bucking into his hips as your thighs squeezed against his, your second orgasm nearly taking all of the energy out of you, every little touch of his thigh on your clit had you whining and whimpering as you tried to stay still, “Y-yes...I’m daddy’s good girl…”

Jungkook finally relaxed, letting out a deep, raspy moan as his orgasm finally broke inside him from your words, pleasuring streaming through his veins as the spurts of cum shot out covering your body in the pretty white substance, and you were such a good girl, staying still as he covered you in his cum. Jungkook pumped every last drop out, making sure it all splattered against you as you let out a soft whine.

Flecks of white covering those pretty red cheeks as your body trembled gently, your breaths shallow and refusing to meet his, “Mmm such a good girl,” You jumped a little at his hand that placed on your cheek softly, thumbing the cum away from your cheekbone, “Not bad for a little masturbation play. Come let me get something to clean you up with.”

Jungkook sat up, intending to go to the bathroom but paused at the sound of your soft whimper, wrapping your arms tightly around him as you buried into his nose, a little sniffle escaping you as you let out a small whine, “No! Please don’t go.”

“Baby I’m not going anywhere-” You let out a soft sob, legs wrapping around his waist, afraid he’d leave you just like he did all of his other one night stands even though the rational side of you knew that wasn’t the case, fear had took over as you held onto him as if he’d disappear.

Jungkook let out a soft hush as he wrapped his arms around you, “Shhh, I’m not going to leave babygirl.” He shifted to lay back down, letting you rest on his chest as you gently sobbed into his shoulder, little tears trickling down your cheeks at the idea as you held onto him tightly, “You were such a good girl for daddy, was I too rough?”

He sounded a little worried, Jungkook had experienced a lot of different reactions from both subs and littles after sex but to have one crying afterwards was not something he ever thought he’d experience and he definitely wasn’t sure if it was a good thing. You only let out a small sob as you shook your head, tightening your grip on him as you buried your nose into his neck.

Jungkook only soothed you, rubbing your back gently as he pressed small kisses into your kiss, “Shh, I’m not going anywhere babygirl. What’s wrong?” You only sniffled further, rapidly shaking your head as you nuzzled further against him. Letting out a soft sigh Jungkook pressed another kiss into your skin, soothingly rubbing the bright red mark on your thigh from his hand, his free hand tangling in your hair to stroke it as he held you close.

Eventually you came down from your high of sex, body no longer trembling and your cheeks still stained from tears yet all you felt was embarrassment, you had never had such an episode of fright after sex let alone one that would push you into tears, “We’re late…” You finally rasped weakly, and much to your surprise Jungkook snorted a laugh.

Hesitantly you propped yourself up on his chest, cheeks beginning to flush as he looked up at you, both amusement and haughtiness on his expression, hands gently rubbing against your back as he asked, “I’m sorry but you just bawled your eyes out for twenty minutes, and that’s your first concern after? Are you okay baby?” Your lips quivered into a pout as the concern that drew in his eyes, “Was the degradation too much? I should’ve probably asked first, some girls get extremely turned off by that- or was it the spanking-”

“Jungkook,” You cut him off, rubbing the sticky cum from your cheeks as you shyly shifted off of him, curling your knees up to your chest, “I’m fine, if I didn’t like anything I would’ve told you, I just...I don’t know why I cried okay? I just....” your cheeks burned heavily as your lips trembled once more, “I don't know!”

Jungkook gave a soft laugh, sitting up as he tucked his members back into the confines of his boxers before fixing his sweatpants, “Alright baby, no need to be so defensive, I just wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt you. Unless you’re just upset I didn’t actually fuck you? If that’s the case then just give me ten minutes I-”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” He laughed even louder as you pressed your hands into your ears with a whine, standing up as you waddled to the bathroom, to get a washcloth, “Like I said, we’re late!”

Jungkook groaned as he stretched out, following you inside the bathroom before casually shrugging, “Oh yeah forgot to mention practice got cancelled today,”

“What!?” You hissed out, whipping around to glare at him, he couldn’t have told you that before he whipped his dick out!? You glowered sulkily, making him laugh as he ruffled your hair making you stomp your foot, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jungkook began fiddling with the knobs of the shower, brows pressing together a little in confusion as he tested the water with his hand, “Well you didn’t give me a chance babygirl, y’know if you just said fuck off when I told you to take off your sweats I probably would’ve told you then.”

Your lips tugged into an angry pout as you glared at his broad, muscular back that was revealed as he pulled the shirt over his head, your mouth suddenly gaping as your cheeks flared, “What…! What do you think you’re doing!?”

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, glancing over his shoulder as he let the half smirk curl on his lips, “Showering?” if he had told you to get on your knees that very second, without a doubt, you would’ve did as told. The idea made your own knees weak as he ran his hand under the water once more, “You practically covered me in cum, kinda gross to be honest.”

You gaped like a fish before stomping your foot making him laugh as you pointed an accusing finger at him, “You…! You were the one who covered me in cum!”

You couldn’t even hold your ground though as Jungkook strode towards you, suddenly hauling you up by the thighs as he set you on the bathroom counter, “Oh hush you were the one who was practically begging to suck my dick. On god, I’ve never seen a girl look so happy to be covered in cum,” you whined for him to stop, feeling your cheeks flush at the chaste kiss he pecked on your neck, grabbing at the band of your panties before pulling them off in one swift motion.

Embarrassed you squeezed your thighs together, still hypersensitive and cautious making him pat the side of your thigh, “You’re so adorable,” your lips pulled into a big angry pout once more at his finger that bopped your nose, his eyes crinkled slightly with a smile, “Now come on let’s get showered, Namjoon wanted to talk to you at the hospital, it’s pretty important.”

You furrowed your brows at his words, tilting your head before nodding, hopping off the counter as you waddled into the shower, ignoring the arousal that slid down your thighs. Not before complaining about how hot the water was, “What’s it about?”

“Ah…” Jungkook gave a hum, pulling off the rest of his clothes before he shrugged, “It’d be easier to just let him do the talking,” He stepped into the shower with you, being in such close proximity of him made you slightly sheepish as you curled against yourself.

Feeling arms wrap around your waist you let out a soft whine as Jungkook nudged his nose into the crook of your neck, “Hush, I see you nearly naked every day. Now let me take care of my baby.” your cheeks had to be rosey at his words but you weren’t about to stop him when his fingers massaged into your scalp. Exhaling softly you finally leaned into his touch as your muscles relaxed, you had to admit, this was nice.

~~~~~

“What?” You were sure if you had even heard Namjoon right, everyone sat around in chairs, he looked definitely hungover and in an itchy looking hospital gown, hair ruffled and his foot wrapped in a splint. He had definitely seen better days and in light of the situation you could tell no one was going to let him live this down.

Namjoon couldn’t help but give a soft laugh at your shock expression as he explained, “I have a hairline fracture in my ankle, Doc said it might take up to 8 weeks to heal and given how much I’m scheduled at Cherry Bomb for this and next week, we really can’t afford to have gaps in the shows,”

“And trying to throw a shit ton of choreography at the girls would be a nightmare,” Jungkook chimed in, arm loosely draped around your shoulders, “Not to mention taxing for us.”

You could understand where they were coming from but still couldn’t quite believe the situation, almost surreal and any other girls dream come true. Or strippers dream come true.

Namjoon nodded in agreement with him as he directed his gaze back at you, “It’s up to you of course, but I think you’re ready. And it’s only temporary, just for the next few weeks so we have time to get the girls put on for extra dances.”

You nibbled on your lip, fidgeting with your fingers as you frowned, “Are you sure you don’t want someone else to do it?” This was a big leap from just being a trainee and you knew for a fact, there was a lot of other girls who’d probably do a better job than you, not to mention you’d be given shit from absolutely everyone within the next few weeks if you took this on.

Namjoon only smiled encouragingly, “No I’m pretty sure I want you to take my place Y/n, you’ll do just fine. Beside’s like I said, it’s only temporary and it’ll be good experience under your belt.”

The moment felt so surreal to hear, Namjoon really thought you’d be able to pull it off as a temporary soloist, swallowing thickly you finally gave a bashful smile, “Well, it's not like I can really say no, where do I begin?”

Letting his hand drop to your waist Jungkook gave it a squeeze as he gave you a confident smile, “You’ll wanna find some music first, soloist’s choose their costumes, choreography and music so you have your work cut out for you baby, if you need any help you know I’ll be there. Better get to work.”

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Untouchable Ch 21: Elephant’s Memory (S3E16)

Warnings: murder, mentions of terrorism, mentions of drugs and addiction

Ch 20 | Ch 22

~ ~ ~

“I’m proud of you,” Spencer said, speaking up for the first time on their drive.

“You’re proud of me?” she asked, startled.

“Yes,” he argued. “Look at you! You’ve got a car now. Twenty-four years old, teaching two college classes and working for the FBI.”

“I’m more proud of you!” she shot back. “A full year sober! I can’t imagine how difficult it has been for you.”

“Thank you for coming with me.” Spencer sunk slightly in the passenger seat.

After the death of Ryan Phillips in front of the two of them, Spencer had been struggling with his cravings again. He hadn’t relapsed, of course, but he was plagued by nightmares and a lack of motivation. When he admitted this to Lydia, she’d suggested he look up some support meetings nearby. Tonight was going to be his first time attending the Beltway Clean Cops group.

“I’m more than happy to come along!”

The two of them sat in the back of the room, listening calmly to different people talk about their situations. Spencer had just gotten the courage to take the stage when Lydia got a text from Hotch.

Briefing in 30. Can’t get ahold of Reid. Please tell him.

Lydia dropped her head into her hands. Could it not wait just a few more moments? He had barely started speaking aloud and Lydia could see him trying to ignore the buzzing phone in his pocket.

“Hi. Uh… My name’s, uh, Spencer, and I’m uh… I don’t really know what I am.”

“Hello Spencer,” the crowd greeted.

“This is my- This is my first meeting,” he sputtered, his eyes locking with Lydia’s every few seconds. “I guess I, uh… I know I had a… a problem with Dilaudid, but… I stopped. My girlfriend helped me to stop about a year ago. I thought it was over, but recently I’ve really been… your literature uses the term ‘craving’. It started about a month ago. A- A suspect was murdered in front of me. A kid. And I thought that I could save that kid, but I couldn’t, and… Sorry.” He pulled out his phone, rejecting another call from their boss.  “I’ve seen a lot of that stuff before, but for some reason that kid’s face is really, uh… stuck in my brain. You know? It’s really- I can’t… And I want to forget… about him. And I just want to escape.”

Once again, he pulled his phone from his pocket and stepped away from the microphone, mumbling his apologies. Lydia got up and ran around to the side door to follow him out.

“I’m sorry,” she said as they met up and started walking to the car. “I didn’t want to interrupt you-”

“It’s fine,” he breezed. “Let’s just… get this over with.”

~ ~ ~

“Sorry we’re late,” Spencer announced as he and Lydia jogged into the conference room..

“Do I want to know what you two were up to?” Morgan teased.

Lydia was quick to cover Spencer’s secret for him. “You sound as if going to the movies is scandalous.”

“Movies, hm?” Rossi  joined. “Tell us what the movie was about.”

“Wouldn’t know. We didn’t get to finish it.”

Both boys gave the couple a look. Spencer started to shrink in his seat, but Lydia kept up her stance, not wanting them to push for anymore answers.

“I know it’s late,” Hotch interrupted. “I know we’re tired, but we’ve got two dead cops.”

“Alright.” JJ opened up the file in front of her and continued briefing the team, pointing to what looked to be a massive house fire displayed on the scene. “The resident, Rod Norris, was DOA. They’re still trying to ID the remains of the second victim, whom they believe is his 16-year-old daughter Jordan. From the condition of the remains, she would have had to have been inside the house, close to the source of the blast.”

“Clearly they used the bombing to set the officers up for an ambush,” Emily noted.

Spencer nodded. “It’s a well-established terrorist tactic. The first wave takes out civilians, the second wave takes out first responders.”

“The locals are thinking terrorism?” Morgan asked. “In West Bune, Texas?”

JJ nodded. “Not exactly a tier-one target, but DHS did issue a terror alert for the border states yesterday, just due to the timing and nature of the attacks.”

As the team argued about the chances of this being an actual terrorist attack, Lydia looked over her file. An explosive went off in Rod Norris’s house, and when two cops arrived on the scene, they were shot. Hotch probably wanted her working on identifying the explosive and seeing if there is any evidence to recover from the house.

Simple enough.

~ ~ ~

“The blast was localized here,” Lydia announced as she walked onto the scene. “The room was sealed off. There’s plastic and duct tape on the doors and windows.”

“Cordite,” Rossi added as he smelled something on the ground. “Gunpowder.”

Reid was looking through his file. “Yeah. They found a dozen canisters, it says.”

Rossi and Prentiss put their heads together, determining where Jordan and Rod were standing when the explosion happened. Lydia ran her fingers over the door frames. Whoever set this up wouldn’t need to clean up their evidence. There was no way she could recover anything out of the pile of ashes that used to be the Norris house.

“They didn’t care about the rest of the house,” Spencer said, more to Lydia than the others. “The whole thing’s designed to focus the blast on whoever came through that door.”

“If that’s true, something had to trigger the blast,” she reasoned.

Emily held up a charred box of cigarettes. “Rod Norris was a smoker.”

Lydia glanced at the floor where all the gunpowder had been set. Drop a hot cigarette on that? Kaboom.

“I’ve been working with you profilers long enough to know that no terrorist is going to watch Rod Norris long enough to know that he was going to enter through this door and be smoking a cigarette at a specific time,” Lydia replied. “This is too personal.”

~ ~ ~

The more they learned, the more the case reeked of personal problems.

Their unsub was a boy named Owen Savage. His father was one of the responding officers on the Norris scene. He’d staged the explosion to kill Jordan Norris’s dad and look like Jordan had died too. Then, when his father showed up, he shot him and his partner. They were pretty sure that Jordan wasn’t a part of the murders and was either a hostage or was completely unaware of the situation. She had been dating Owen for a long time, so it was likely she had agreed to leave with him, without checking in with her father.

Lydia had been talking with Garcia about the teens’ families when she saw Spencer storm away out of the corner of her eye. He had just… left.

Finishing up her conversation, she ran over to Hotch.

“Did you send Spencer away?”

“Have you seen how he’s been acting?” Hotch snapped.

She wasn’t surprised to hear that Spencer was moody. Leaving that meeting so suddenly was hard for him and he was still dealing with Ryan Phillips’s death. Working on another teen-involved case was probably not helping.

“Lydia, you two promised-”

“This isn’t a relationship thing!” she defended before he could say anything else. “He’s dealing with something else. The only reason I’m involved is because he told me about it. Please just…”

“Talk to him,” Hotch ordered. “His passive aggressive attitude is going to get him into trouble. The town’s already pissed we’re here.”

Lydia nodded, switching topics. “I heard that Officer Lett’s wife freaked out on you guys earlier. I’m sorry.”

“The police are under a lot of pressure to find who did this. They don’t need some angsty teen from the FBI telling them they’re stupid as well.”

She blinked. “He called someone stupid?”

“Talk to him,” Hotch repeated, ignoring her question.

“Yes, sir.”

~ ~ ~

“Has she calmed yet?” Lydia asked Emily.

They had been able to get in contact with Jordan Norris and tell her about what Owen had done, convincing her to run away from him and join them in the station, but she still didn’t fully trust them. It’d taken much persuasion and a lot of promises not to hurt Owen for her to give up where he was hiding. And now she was sobbing, half in fear, half in shame, in one of the private rooms in the station.

“No,” Emily replied, bluntly, on her way to get the girl another cup of water. “Did you hear from Hotch?”

Lydia nodded. “Owen wasn’t at the ranch. He left a note, I guess, about returning his mother’s necklace.”

Emily simply shrugged. “He can’t have gotten far. I’m sure the rest of the team will find him.”

She walked back to the grieving girl, who JJ was currently comforting, leaving Lydia alone in the bullpen of the station. That is, until Spencer came rushing in, brushing past her to get to their evidence boards.

“Spencer?” she called, already on his heels. “Why are you back?”

“They think he’s going to his mother’s grave,” he breathed, yanking a photo from the board and then looking around for Jordan.

“Isn’t he?” she demanded, seeing that the picture he had grabbed was the photo of Owen’s mother that he kept on his laptop. She was smiling, pointing to her necklace, which said ‘Hope’.

Hotch had assumed by Owen’s note that Owen was taking that necklace to his mother’s grave, as a way of ‘giving it back’ to her. But when Spencer interrupted Jordan and JJ’s conversation, throwing the photo in the young girl’s face, Lydia understood what he was thinking.

“He was gone when we got to the ranch. I want to save his life, but I need to ask you a question. This necklace-- he gave it to you?”

He spoke so fast, it was hard to differentiate between sentences, but Jordan took a second to process what he had said, then nodded. “I left it at the ranch.”

“He’s coming here,” Spencer said, already on his way out of the station.

Lydia jumped in front of him, already holding up a hand to stop him. “He’s going to do everything he can to get to Jordan.”

“I can’t let him do this, Lydia,” he hissed, trying to push past her. “It’s a suicide mission. I won’t let him die.”

“I know this is hard for you,” she told him, still maintaining eye contact to keep him in place. “But I can’t let you do this alone. Tell me the plan, and we walk out together.”

He glanced at the door, clearly anxious to leave before Owen got there. But his eyes were somewhat relieved to tell her what he was going to do. “Leave your gun. He wants to go down shooting. If we don’t have weapons, he has no reason to kill us. The only thing he wants more than death, is to apologize to Jordan so… I have to make it clear that that’s still an option.”

Lydia was already pulling her gun from its holster, setting it down on the desk beside her. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

He nodded, sternly, and unarmed, the two of them walked out of the station, side by side.

The sun was unbearable outside. The two of them could barely see Owen’s dark figure approaching down the block, but the shotgun across his chest was hard to miss. Lydia’s hands were already up, her palms facing outwards. Spencer followed suit as the boy saw them approaching and aimed his weapon in their direction.

“Reid!” Prentiss screamed, leaving the station just in time to watch them walk into danger. “Ambers!”

The two of them ignored her, Spencer stepping forward to speak. “Owen, we don’t have guns on us. My name is Spencer, this is Lydia, we’re with the FBI, and we’re here to help you.”

“Yeah?” he cried. “I need you to stay back.”

There were tires squealing behind them and Lydia finally glanced behind her to see a black SUV with Rossi, Morgan, and Hotch inside pull up behind them. As Spencer continued, they threw open the doors and positioned themselves behind them, guns at the ready.

“I know the only reason you joined the wrestling team was for your father. I know that he blamed you for what happened-”

“Stay back! Right where you are!”

“-I also know the only reason you killed Rod Norris and Kyle Borden was to protect Jordan. I know the harder you tried, the worse it got, and it felt like everyone just stood there watching you suffer, and not a single person even tried to help.”

“They didn’t,” Owen sobbed. “They didn’t.”

“I know you want to escape… and forget. Believe me when I say I know… I know exactly how that feels.”

Lydia, listened to him speak. This case with Owen was really hard for him. She knew that he was dealing with cravings, but the way he spoke to Owen made her think it was something more. She’d never imagined that highschool was easy for Spencer. He was only 12 at the time. But there was clearly something specific on his mind.

Lydia kept glancing back so that she could position herself between Owen and the rest of the team. Hotch was going to kill her later. She was certain of it. But she was convinced that they were more likely to shoot Owen than Owen was likely to shoot her or Spencer. And for Spencer’s sake, she’d do anything to keep Owen from dying.

“Owen, there’s so much more for you out there,” Lydia finally spoke up.

“No. No, I’m already dead.”

“You aren’t dead,” she promised. “If you die, you’re going to leave Jordan. And right now, she’s in the station begging us not to hurt you.”

“You don’t want to leave her like your mother left you,” Spencer agreed.

“Ok.” Owen’s head shook wildly, trying to keep the upper hand on the situation. “Bring her to me. Bring her outside.”

“I can’t bring her outside,” Spencer quickly told him. “But, if you put the gun down, I swear to god, I’ll take you to her. I promise, nobody will hurt you. You’ll say goodbye to her, and you’ll give her the necklace. Alright? So what do you say? Let’s put the gun down. Let’s go inside.”

Lydia could see the battle in Owen’s mind, so she added, “Owen, Jordan loves you so much. If not for your sake, come in peacefully for hers. She’s been through so much, don’t let her live with this on her conscience as well.”

Finally, he nodded, reaching underneath his overcoat and taking the strap of the shotgun off his shoulder. Pointing it away, he stepped forward and put the weapon softly on the ground.

Now that he was unarmed, Lydia stepped to the side and let the team see Owen, his arms already above his head.

“They have to cuff you now, Owen,” Lydia told him calmly, trying to maintain eye contact with him so he didn’t see all the FBI agents running towards him and freak out. Spencer moved the gun aside and stepped up next to her. “You did so good, Owen. I know this is scary, but just stay calm. I promise we’re taking you to Jordan right now.”

“You two okay?” Morgan asked as he grabbed Owen's arms and locked them behind his back.

Spencer nodded, patting the boy down and pulling a knife from his belt as well as his mother’s necklace. “We’re fine.”

Lydia turned and finally made eye contact with Hotch. A very, very pissed off Hotch.

~ ~ ~

The night had hit fast and the whole plane was quiet. Lydia leaned into Spencer’s shoulder, her mind drifting with everything that had happened on the case. As much as she had to be worried about, her mind kept coming back to the same point: despite how stressed he was, Spencer told her the plan. He let her come with him. And that said volumes about the trust between the two of them. She knew that. She could see it so clearly now.

The strong connection she felt to him in the moment, couldn’t even be broken when Hotch sat down across from the two of them, his face a state of unwavering seriousness.

“You two knowingly jeopardize your lives and the lives of others. I should fire you both.”

Reid bit down on his lip nervously. “You have to understand that this was entirely my idea, sir.”

“Ambers?” Hotch addressed. “Do you believe Reid deserves the blame for this?”

“No, sir.”

Despite his clear anger, Lydia knew that Hotch wasn’t going to fire them. In fact, she doubted they’d get much punishment at all. He was good at understanding the intentions of his team.

He looked at Spencer again. “You’re the smartest kid in the room, but you’re not the only one in that room. You pull something like this again, don’t expect lenience from me. The same goes for you, Lydia. Am I clear?”

Spencer nodded immediately, “Yes, sir,” with Lydia following suit.

“It won’t happen again.”

“Thank you,” Spencer added.

“What were you thinking?”

Lydia dropped her hand over her boyfriend’s and waited patiently for him to answer. She may have followed him into the line of fire, but in the end, it was his decision, which would have happened with or without her.

“I was thinking that that would have been the second time a kid died in front of me.”

“You’re keeping score.” Hotch shook his head in warning. “Just like Owen.”

“It was my turn to save one,” Spencer joked, without much of the humor.

“It doesn’t work like that.”

“It should.”

Lydia listened intently to their conversation. This was obviously a talk the Spence needed to have with his boss on his own. They both needed to address the death of Ryan Phillips.

“I know it’s painful when the person you identify with is the bad guy,” Hotch told him and Spencer’s eyes fell to his intertwined fingers with Lydia.

“What does that make me?”

“Good at the job.” For the first time that night, there seemed to be a hint of a smile on his face.

Lydia leaned back onto her boyfriend’s shoulder as the unit chief stood up, but he continued to speak to them as he stepped into the walkway of the jet.

“I know it’s none of my business, but when we land, I think you should go and catch the rest of that movie.”

Lydia almost stupidly asked him what he was referring to, forgetting all about the cover she had set up for them at the beginning of the case to excuse their tardiness.

“He has to know that was a lie,” Spencer mumbled into her hair.

“No doubt,” she agreed. “But I think he knows that whatever it was was important to the two of us. That’s all that really matters, right?”

“Right,” he whispered, tiredly drifting off against her side.

Tags: @kris-stuff, @wooya1224, @arthurmorrgans, @anotherr-fine-mess, @eddysocs

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(1/?) [PW: No offense, but you're looking really good today. also tw for smoking/drug mention] Hello Celeste and Kiibo! I'm not sure if you'll remember me, but this is the anon that was talking about their friends teasing them. I may have figured out why I got so mad that day and why it happens so often. I was talking to one of my friends about how my scented plush was starting to smell like smoke (my parents smoke in the house a lot and it makes me and my stuff smell bad) and the conversation

(2/?) moved to whether I can get addicted to nicotine from the secondhand smoke. I learned that people that spend a lot of time around smokers can experience symptoms of withdrawal even if they've never smoked before. It aligns perfectly with what I experience when I leave the house and it's really pissing me off because I know that it isn't my fault and that I can't really do anything about it because my parents don't want to quit. I've asked them before and I know that if I try to bring up my (3/3) concerns of withdrawal then they'll tell me I'm either being dramatic or that I'm straight up wrong. The whole situation is really frustrating. Can I please have a hug? :') ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hello my dear, yes, I believe I do remember you! It's lovely to see you again, even if things aren't going too wonderfully for you right now, so let's see what I can do to help you. Yes, I have heard of that happening before. I'm not completely sure about withdrawal symptoms, but I do know that second hand some can impact the lungs of people inhaling it, even if they themselves are not smokers. I don't believe you can get addicted. If that were true, you'd most likely already try smoking at this point. I know people who have lived their whole lives with nicotine addicts, and they never picked up the habit. On the contrary, they actually are more rigid than ever about not smoking. It's not your fault at all!! I'm very proud of you for asking them to quit, that does take quite a bit of courage my dear. I find it quite irritating that your friend would turn the conversation like that. They are in the wrong here, not you.

I have no doubt that the smoke is impacting your health. It's very toxic to people, second hand or not. It is a very reasonable concern. I'm no medical professional, so I can't confirm if withdrawal symptoms are possible, but I can confirm that heavy second hand smoke exposure is dangerous to your health. I would find as much research as you can about the effects of second hand smoke on those around smokers. Make sure it's clear and factual, and try to open their eyes about it. They might deny the facts, people who are addicted usually do, and I am deeply sorry that they are unable to give up their addictions. If they still refuse to see logic, I would try to reach out to a medical professional on your own. Perhaps call your doctor yourself, or ask another trusted adult for advice.

This is a serious problem, and I don't want your health to suffer more than it already has. I know it is difficult, but if your parents refuse to help you, you'll have to be strong and look for help on your own. Ignore your friend in this case, it is a serious situation, and it isn't their place to comment. I would be happy to give you a hug my dear. Please be brave and stay strong, you deserve to live a wonderfully happy and healthy life.

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A Little Bit of Attitude Ch.22: Some Visitors

WORD COUNT: 5.6K

A/N: The flashback is for my own pleasure as i just found out Motley played at my small ass town in ‘83 

TAGS: @madamsixx​

WARNINGS: none 

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April 12, 1984

Laredo, Texas

The sound of Ozzy could be heard throughout the west side of Laredo. The Bordertown getting a taste of rock music for once from its usual Mexican bands. It was already warm like summer down in this part of Texas, making Sammi feel at home. The warm air pleased all the guys, breaking out of the winter clothes finally. Laredo's venue was the most different from all of them, seeing a high school right next to the Civic Center and two different types of buildings. One being an auditorium for ballet, and the other just open space for the guys. In the stone courtyard in the middle of everything, Sammi sat on the fountain, hearing the water cascade down while smoking her first cigarette of the night. She could see the small crowd of kids her age at the gate of the civic center, hoping for a chance to either meet someone or listen to music. Sammi felt a light hand push her head down, turning to see Nikki smirk down at her.

“May I sit?” asked Nikki, Sammi nodded silently. He sat next to her, staying silent as he pulled out a cigarette for himself, flattered to see a light already waiting for him to take. They stayed silent for a while until Nikki began coughing uncontrollably.

“You okay there, Nik?” asked Sammi, patting Nikki on the back to help him in some way.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m good,” answered Nikki, clearing his throat. “Just getting smokers lungs faster than I thought. I thought I had a good two years left! Cruel world!” Nikki yelled out into the night sky, shaking his fist in the air and proud to hear Sammi giggle. She playfully shoved Nikki’s bare shoulder, shaking her head at him. “Idiot,” mumbled Sammi, stepping on the small cigarette bud.

“Hey, it takes one to know one. Have you met Tommy and Vince? Don’t get how you and Mick don’t want to hurt us,” said Nikki.

“Oh I know I do, but I don’t feel like getting yelled at by my parents. Or get arrested for domestic violence,” joked Sammi, smiled right at Nikki, her pinky lightly grazing Nikki’s. Nikki felt his body become stiff for a moment, looking away at the girl.

“I would pay to see that fight between you and blondie. Might help you,” uttered Nikki, finishing his cigarette for the night.

“Of course you’d be up for that. It’s not like he’s your friend or anything,” provoked Sammi, poking Nikki’s cheek.

“He’s barely even my singer. I only tolerate him because of you fucking Bass siblings,” said Nikki, shoving away Sammi’s hand.

“Why don’t you like him?” asked Sammi.

Nikki raised an eyebrow to Sammi. “You really wanna know?” Sammi nodded. “Maybe because the son of a bitch got something I wanted, but I could just take it from him if I tried hard enough,” answered Nikki, lowering his face right to Sammi, seeing her eyes change from teasing to nervous.

“Nikki… don’t,” begged Sammi, slowly moving away from him.

“And why not Princess? There’s a nice difference between us. I stay with a girl I like,” said Nikki, tucking a piece of hair behind Sammi’s ear. “And Vince has wandering eyes if you haven’t noticed yet,”

Sammi swallowed hard, “I trust him. Please just leave it alone for now,”

“Alright I will, but you’ll always know where to find me,” said Nikki, kissing Sammi on her forehead before disappearing back into the sound of Ozzy. Sammi bit the nail of her thumb, thoughts running at a rapid pace. She didn’t even feel Vince slide right next to her, making Sammi jump when feeling his hands.

“There’s my girl. Are you okay? You look like you have a lot on your mind?” asked Vince. Sammi nodded, kissing Vince before he can think of any further questions.

"Of course I am. Let's just stay here," whispered Sammi, pulling Vince for another kiss, this time harder to make him truly forget any questions.

July 1st, 1985

On the nightstand by the bed, a clock reading 7:45 rang out in the spacious white bedroom. Sammi tossed onto her side, slamming the clock to stop beeping while letting out a morning groan. Sammi rubbed away the sleep from her eyes, aiming to not fall back into a deep sleep. When Sammi started to feel more awake, it dawned on her the silence in the room. No one was snoring in her ear. Rising slowly, Sammi turned to find an empty spot next to her. The duvet looked almost done as if Nikki made the bed before he left. A note from a torn notebook paper laid on the pillow, messy handwriting in black pen yet still blurry for Sammi to read. Sammi put on her glasses, bringing the piece of paper close to her face.

‘Sorry I had to leave, Princess. Didn’t want to wake your pretty face up. Thanks for the special attention. Call you later- Nikki”

Sammi scuffed at the note, a tiny smile crawling on her lips. She tossed it by her lamp, rubbing her face slowly to stay awake. “At least he left a note this time,” muttered Sammi, ripping off the heavy blue blanket, jumping off the bed to seize the day. Sammi looked at the black mini pencil skirt and purple blouse that hung on the closet door, happy with her professional wardrobe. Cascading down the small apartment hallway, Sammi entered her bathroom to head straight to the shower, the water running cold as Sammi liked it. She carried on with her morning routine of applying light makeup and curling her hair, halting as the phone in the bedroom rang out. Sammi ran into the room, jumping on the bed to quickly pick up the telephone, holding it up against her ear as she deeply scrunched her eyebrows.

“Hello?” responded Sammi, sitting on her bed.

“Good morning, Sammi. It’s Doc, how are you doing?” said Doc on the line.

“Oh, I’m doing good, just getting ready for work. What’s going on?” asked Sammi, checking her clock as reassurance she wasn’t wasting time.

“I just wanted to quickly let you know, we are going to Elektra for a meeting. I don’t know if Mr. Harrison told you,” Sammi closed her eyes tight for a second, trying to not mess up her done hair. Sammi knew Mr. Harrison told her last Friday about some meetings, but she completely blocked it out after drinking the night away. She didn’t feel the need to ask that day. Now Sammi wished she could take a sick day.

“Uh yes. Yes he did Doc. I’m one of his secretaries, remember?” said Sammi with sarcasm, smiling a small bit with nerves setting in. Nikki was beginning to rub off on her in his mannerisms. Sammi questioned if this was a good thing for her.

“Right. Of course. I only wanted to give you a heads up about Vince before your day started. Since it could be very difficult to see him in person after a while,” said Doc. Sammi smiled to herself, lucky to still have Doc care for her.

“I really appreciate it, Doc. Thank you for looking out for me,” sincerely said Sammi, “So, I should probably give you a heads up so you don’t go in blind to the meeting,”

“Harrison still worried about the boys?” asked Doc.

“It’s more him being worried about his money going down the toilet than anything else. You really need to be prepared to get your ass chewed or get a cold man,” said Sammi, pressing her lips tight together. She saw the time begin to creep up again, eyes shooting wide. “Doc, I really have to be getting ready. I’ll see you at the meeting,”

“Okay, thanks Sammi. See you soon,” said Doc, cutting the line before Sammi could. Sammi shut the phone, dropping back onto the bed, smothering herself with a pillow as she groaned out loud. Her nerves became setting in more while thinking about seeing Vince for the first time. Sammi began thinking of excuses to not participate in this meeting, rushing to the kitchen for some breakfast. Her mind was turning almost empty, going into autopilot as she got ready for the rest of her day.

*

Sammi looked out the car window, eyes following Sabrina walk out of her apartment building, coming straight to the passenger door. Sammi smiled in a blink second at Sabrina, driving off into the busy morning traffic. Silence filled the car ride, unusual for the two on their carpool rides. Sabrina eyed Sammi for a moment, changing the radio station to get a reaction for the music. Nothing. Sabrina narrowed her eyes at Sammi, seeing her only focused on the freeway.

“You good? Did Nikki piss you off this morning?” asked Sabrina, relaxing in the passenger seat.

“What? No, we’re fine. why?” replied Sammi, glancing at Sabrina quickly.

“Well, you just seem quiet for a morning. Did you get into an argument with Athena?” said Sabrina.

“No, we’re fine. She hasn't done anything to annoy me for a while,” replied Sammi.

“And she’s not asking Emma 100 questions?” asked Sabrina again.

“No, Emma is doing a pretty good job at hiding which I feel kind of bad for,” muttered Sammi, tucking a hair behind her ear.

“Yeah but Athena doesn’t need to know about Nikki if it’s not serious business. Emma can handle holding a little truth to Athena. She would’ve spilled already if she couldn’t,”

“Oh, by the way, we are gonna have some visitors at work,” mumbled Sammi, staring up at a traffic light. Sabrina raised an eyebrow to Sammi, “Motley’s coming for a meeting with Mr. H,” added Sammi with a glare.

“Oh shit. That’s gonna be fucking awkward,” muttered Sabrina.

“Thanks, S! You know how to lift my spirits in times of need!” sarcastically barked Sammi with a fake smile.

“I’m sorry, but come on you know how bad everyone is towards each other. It’s not like Motley is a happy family band that don’t piss people off especially not each other,”

“Yes I know, but you couldn’t be optimistic as we’re pulling up to work?” asked Sammi.

“You really want me to give you extremely fake hope?” Sabrina uttered blandly, almost hurting to say words.

“Yep!”

“Fine! Things could be completely great and Mr. H won’t chew their asses. It is all good!” shouted Sabrina as Sammi pulled into an empty parking lot space of the office building. Sammi rolled her eyes, glaring at Sabrina who didn’t want to sugarcoat things so early on this Monday morning. Turning off the ignition and opening the door, Sammi left Sabrina hanging but hearing her catch up behind. Sabrina’s long legs made it easier to speed walk right by Sammi in comparison to her short stature. “Okay, maybe the meeting won’t be the worst thing ever. Do you know what they’re gonna be discussing?” asked Sabrina, opening the glass door for Sammi as they entered the building. The girls did their routine of polite smiles to anyone that passed by them, heading to the elevators. Sammi smashed the up button, leaning against the wall. “I have no idea, Mr. Harrison really doesn’t explain in great detail to anyone,” uttered Sammi. Sabrina was about to speak until more people gathered around the two girls, entering the elevator with them. Sammi and Sabrina glanced at each other, stuffed into the cramped elevator with unknown people.

In a short time, the girls were finally alone again, walking out to their respected work areas. “I just don’t want them to make a fucking scene to anyone. I’m expecting the worst reactions when Mr. Harrison orders them around,” muttered Sammi to Sabrina. The girls came to a halt in the middle of cubicles when suddenly, a young intern came walking fast, holding a notepad against her chest. “Hi, Sabrina! Hi, Sammi!” said the intern with enthusiasm.

“Hi, Jessica…” the girls said in unison, almost groaning at the sight of her. Jessica smiled happily, Sammi not understanding how someone could be so cheerful this early in the day.

“How’s your guys morning going? It’s such a beautiful summer day!” exclaimed Jessica, having a pep in her step.

“Great. What do you want?” asked bluntly Sammi, crossing her arms as Sabrina withheld a smirk.

“I came to tell Sabrina something. We’re needed in the conference room right now to set stuff up for a meeting. Apparently, all of Motley Crue is coming!” excited Jessica was, only making Sammi sulk more, infuriated.

“Why me? I’m not gonna be an intern anymore after next week,” asked Sabrina. Scowling at Jessica.

“But you’re still an intern… come on if we finish early maybe we can catch Motley walking in,” said Jessica, bouncing on the balls of her feet with a smile.

“A little too excited to see a band, aren’t we Jessica? It’s not like you haven’t seen one walk around here before” teased Sammi, giving a smile that made Jessica scared of the girls. Sabrina biting down on her index finger, not caring if Sammi hurts someone’s feelings today. It was fun to see sometimes.

“Well, they are a cool band. Plus they aren’t bad to look at, especially Nikki. That’s all,” mumbled Jessica, feeling small to Sammi even when being the same height.

“Sorry to burst your bubble Jess, but I don’t think you’re very much Nikki’s type. Trust me, we’re pretty close,” said Sammi, patting Jessica on the arm, hearing Sabrina chuckle at them. Jessica pressed her lips tightly, shoulders falling a bit.

“Besides I already get to see Motley on a normal basis anyway. They’re not that rare to see after a while,” added Sabrina.

“I’m gonna head to my desk. Have fun arranging water bottles,” Sammi told Sabrina, walking from the two without caring of Jessica’s feelings. Jessica looked up at Sabrina with big eyes only getting a shrug from the taller girl.

“You really should’ve seen that one coming, Jessica,” said Sabrina walking past the redhead to her desk. Jessica only followed the girls' footsteps, ready to work.

*

Sammi knocked on the heavy wooden doors, MR. HARRISON displayed on a gold plaque.

“Come in,” Mr. Harrison announced, Sammi pushing the door open. “Oh good morning, Samantha, how are we doing on this Monday?” asked Mr. Harrison, peeking above his leather notebook while sitting behind his expensive glass desk.

“Pretty good. I’m just happy to start another week, and be with my favorite boss,” said Sammi, smiling as she stood right in front of Mr. Harrison with perfect posture.

“Oh you flatter me, Samantha, but that please save it for when you’re trying to leave early on Fridays. I hope you remembered the meeting I told you on Friday. You’ll need to write down everything I say because I have a feeling I’ll be too busy talking my head off,” said Mr. Harrison, shutting his notebook tight to hand over to Sammi. Sammi took the notebook in her hands but began thinking for a moment.

“I’m sorry sir, but don’t you think it could be more beneficial to have an intern write your notes. Take Jessica for example who can get more practice since she just started,” explained Sammi, still putting on a generous smile for more convincing.

Mr. Harrison frowned hard at Sammi, his forehead wrinkles becoming deep crevasses. “Are you sure you aren’t just coming up with excuses to avoid this meeting with a certain band?” asked Mr. Harrison.

“Of course not, sir,” uttered Sammi.

“Well while I appreciate your care for the interns, you are going to be at the meeting right next to me rather you like it or not,” ordered Mr. Harrison, making Sammi drop her shoulders for a moment. She nodded, beginning to head to the doors until Mr. Harrison interrupted her walk. “I do have a question, Samantha. What are you going to do now that you have a degree?” asked Mr. Harrison. Sammi walked back slowly as she thought of an answer.

“I really don’t know. I’m just going to be working until I feel I should go back to school,” answered Sammi.

Mr. Harrison nodded slowly, “Well if you need any help, I do have connections with people in different medical branches. All you need to do is ask,”

“Thank you, Mr. Harrison, I appreciate it,” said Sammi, turning around as a gentle knock came from outside of her bosses office. Jessica peeked her head behind the heavy door, shuffling into the office.

“Sorry to interrupt but Motley Crue is here Mr. Harrison,” said Jessica in a small soft voice.

“Huh, they’re on time for once. Thank you, Jessica. Come along, Samantha,” said Mr. Harrison, fixing his blazer as he stepped to the door, smiling at the two young girls. Sammi rolled her eyes, grabbing a pen from the desk to act as an employee with no connections to this band. Jessica stood by the doorframe, eyes following Sammi get closer to her. Sammi scowled at Jessica staring at her, halting in front of her.

“Can I help you with something? Or are you just gonna keep staring?” barked Sammi, walking away from the nervous young girl.

*

Mr. Harrison marched down the halls of the office floor, Sammi being his shadow all the way to the conference room. Sammi straightened her posture, balancing perfectly in her work heels while entering the vast boardroom. She almost held her breath from seeing the band seated down, quickly noticing her designated seat being occupied by Tommy. Doc, Vince, and Nikki all sat to the left of Mr. Harrison, not seeing Sammi walk. Samm couldn’t help but give small glances to the blonde man when he wasn’t looking. Mick and Tommy smiled shortly at the young girl, Sammi flicking Tommy’s ear to make him move down a chair. They give each other a kiss on the cheek as Sammi sat down finally, her sight carried out across Nikki who looked almost asleep behind his dark sunglasses. She stayed clear of making eye contact with Vince, feeling the stare once again.

“Okay let's get this meeting on its way,” announced Mr. Harrison, sitting at the head of the table like always. “I’d first like to tell the boys congratulations on the album, even after the many many delays, people love it. You’ve managed to fix one thing,” said Mr. Harrison with firmly pressed lips, giving a cold stare to everyone. The silence could be cut with a knife, Doc already thinking of what to say to make things civil. “Because of the new album, you must now go on tour for promotion. Also because it is written on the contracts, and you must all still follow it,” ordered Mr. Harrison.

“I believe this would be great for the boys to hit the road again. They’ve had plenty of rest for a good long tour,” said Doc, nodded along, eyeing Sammi from across the table, writing everything down at lighting speed.

“I’m not so sure  rest  is the right word for their break of touring. I’m also not sure about a long tour for these men,” said Mr. Harrison. Sammi stopped writing for a moment, switching glances between her boss and the boys. Nikki would clear his throat every so often to drink water, while only Vince seemed to be paying attention. Their eyes catching each other for a split second before Sammi looked down at her notes. “We will only make North American dates ranging from the beginning of August to the third week of November, pretty easy for you rockstars,”

“Mr. Harrison with all due respect, I do believe these boys can do more than just North America. These men can go to Europe or Asia right after November,” said Doc. “The album has been doing great for the first week. You said it yourself,”

Mr. Harrison leaned back into the desk chair, crossing his arms as he glared right at Doc. “Doc. You really think Motley Crue can tour by themselves for more than four months without messing something up?” asked Mr. Harrison, only seeing Doc slowly retreat.

“They’ve had their moments, but yes. I do think we can just pick up after Thanksgiving,” uttered Doc.

“By moments you mean the multiple things that have been brought to my attention that raise concern. Tabloids with pictures of Nikki & Tommy intoxicated at almost every single day on my desk. The incident happening in one of the recording studios. A singer who has a bigger record than all my other talent. Do you know I’ve never had to deal with any of these things in my lifetime in this industry?”

Vince, Tommy, Mick, and even Nikki all turned their eyes on Sammi, Sammi looking only at her notes or boss. Sammi only gave the proper secretary to look for everyone to display. Mr. Harrison snapped his fingers, gaining the attention back to him from everyone. “Do not look at Samantha. She’s not your friend. She’s not your sister. She’s doing her job right now. You all pay attention to me. You are all lucky I’m even allowing a headlining tour. If you all don’t lose me money, I’ll allow a European extension at the beginning of the year,” said Mr. Harrison. Sammi stays quiet, looking back at Nikki having trouble keeping his head up. “We will go as I said starting in August. Any further questions or interruptions?”

“I have my court date the second week in September,” said Vince, speaking up for the first time. Everyone became silent again, switching glances between Harrison and Vince. Sammi gave a sympathetic look to Vince for once in a long time.  

“We will make sure there is a week off in September for you to come back, Vince. Anything else?” asked Mr. Harrison.

“Everything will run smoothly, Mr. Harrison. I reassure you on that,” said Doc.

Mr. Harrison scuffs at Doc. “I’ll believe it when I see my money back in my wallet,” Mr. Harrison stood up from his seat, buttoning the middle of his blazer once again. “Samantha, there are documents in the back of that notebook. Please give it to Peterson in legal. Meeting dismissed,” ordered Mr. Harrison to Sammi as he left the boardroom. The weight in the room soon lifted, Doc dragging a hand down his face. Sammi relaxed her back, slumping in the office chair as she sighed loudly. Doc rose from his seat, reaching over Vince to smack Nikki in the head to wake him up. Nikki only groaned, resting his head in the palm of his hand.

“You all better listen to everything your boss just said,” said Doc, standing up to grab a bottle of water.

“Don’t worry I barely listen to everything my boss says,” muttered Sammi getting a chuckle from Tommy and Mick, Vince withholding a smile.

“Everything is gonna be fine,” slurred Nikki, yawning out loud. Sammi couldn’t help but keep an eye on Nikki from his demeanor.

“Yeah, I fucking doubt that,” mumbled Vince.

“Things would be fine if you all just acted like adults for once,” remarked Sammi, glaring at Nikki and Tommy who didn’t care.

“We got it covered. We can pretend to be responsible for a good while,” said Tommy, patting Sammi on the head.

“If only we had Sammi tour with us again to keep us in shape,” croaked Mick, readjusting his sunglasses. “We could really use you, little girl,”

“Yeah fuck that. I’d be unemployed and broke then be on a bus with my ex for a long time,” added Sammi, flipping her hair to one side. Everyone from Doc to Mick switched glances between Sammi and Vince, seeing Vince’s discomfort. Sammi raised an eyebrow at every, curling her lip. “What? Someone had to fucking say it. He’s here at my work bothering me,” grumbled Sammi, pointing a sharp finger at Vince. Vince shook his head, pulling on his earlobe.

“So you’re not even gonna say my name anymore?” barked Vince, crossing his arms. Sammi rolled her eyes, not caring if she looked rude to Vince. “I thought at least here you’d give me something, and not keep ignoring me,”

“My god you’re so dramatic,” Sammi mumbled under her breath. “Alright, here's something! Can you kindly shut the fuck up, Vince? Last time I checked I told you I wanted to be away from you,” bossed Sammi, staring coldly at Vince. Vince flared his nostrils, knocking his knuckles against the hard wooden table.

“Enough you two. Boys you’re free to go. I don’t want to hold Sammi from her job any further,” said Doc, grabbing his briefcase and stepping into the hallway. Vince was the first to jump out of his seat, not caring to say goodbye to anyone from his band. Mick squeezed Sammi’s shoulder before he left, showing his usual form of compassion. Tommy stood up, stretching out to feel his long spine crack seeing Nikki just stay quiet.

“Hey Sixxter, I’m gonna hit the restroom. Wait for me in the lobby,” said Tommy, getting a groan in response. “See you later Sammi,” Tommy kissed Sammi on the forehead before disappearing in the hallway. Sammi waved Tommy a goodbye, keeping her eyes on Nikki’s silence. She could hear him begin to lightly snore, making her finally walk over and take the empty seat right of him.

Sammi shook his shoulder roughly, hearing more groans in return. Nikki slowly turned his head to Sammi, staying hidden behind his dark sunglasses.

“What?” croaked Nikki, slumping in his seat and crossing his arms.

“What?” mimicked Sammi, raising an eyebrow to him. “What’s going on with you? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Everything’s-” Sammi interrupted Nikki, pushing his sunglasses above his head. Immediately Sammi could see something was entirely right. Nikki’s eyes looked dull and dark. Dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in years, the whites of his eyes almost turning pink all around. Sammi frowned at Nikki, Nikki pushing her hand away to hide behind his glasses again.

“You’re not fine. Seriously Nikki what’s going on with you?” asked Sammi again, softened her expression with compassionate eyes.

“I haven’t been feeling the best lately,” uttered Nikki, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. “I haven’t been able to sleep… for some reason,” lied Nikki. He knew exactly why he couldn’t sleep at night anymore. Unlike coke, heroin made him awake at all hours even when he didn’t shoot up after a while.

“How long have you been like this?” asked Sammi, putting her hand on top of Nikki’s. Nikki could help but feel a little ping in his chest from the small act of affection. Nikki knew he had to make up a lie fast to not lose the small affection he likes from Sammi.

“Going on a week? That’s why I left last night. I didn’t want to wake you up by accident especially when you have work,” said Nikki, shooting a lopsided grin to Sammi. Nikki silently prayed Sammi bought his lie, lying to himself it was going to be the last lie. Sammi pursed her lips, looking between Nikki and the desk for some room to think.

“Alright, I guess that makes sense,” cautioned Sammi. “Thanks for leaving a note by the way. The princess appreciates it,” smiled happily Sammi, making Nikki’s frown turn upside down for a moment. Nikki lightly snaked his hand behind Sammi’s neck, pulling her in for a surprise kiss. Sammi’s eyes went wide, pushing Nikki away to look back at the open door. “You really like to get to the edge of getting caught don’t you?” smirked Sammi.

Nikki smirked at Sammi, “Admit it. It’s pretty fun. Especially when you’re looking sexy in this outfit,” Nikki’s hand crept up Sammi’s thigh, bringing her chair closer to him with his foot. Sammi’s heart began to race, feeling Nikki’s hand feature between her legs. She gripped his wrist tight, stopping Nikki from any further moves. Sammi looked deep into his eyes, trying her hardest to resist kissing away the smirk on Nikki’s lips.

“I’m at work. And you should get some sleep,” said Sammi, pushing herself away from Nikki. Nikki shrugged his shoulders, putting on his glasses as he rose from the seat. “Oh, I’m gonna go out with some guys tonight. Don’t be surprised if I come knocking on your door. Maybe then I’ll sleep,” said Nikki, kissing Sammi on the cheek. Sammi shook her head, smiling slightly to herself, looking over her shoulder to Nikki leaving. Sammi fell back against the chair, huffing loudly. She could feel the nerves in her body calm down, noticing her palms were becoming sweaty. Being in complete silence made her process the sight of Vince, being right in front of her. Was she being too hard on him? Should she talk to Vince finally after months of this? The questions that always played in Sammi’s head, played louder than ever today. Sammi only took a deep breath in and stood up to be a grown-up like she’s supposed to be.

July 5, 1985

“Sammi, I don’t think I can keep lying to Athena,” said Emma, pouring three glasses of white wine from Sammi’s collection. Sabrina and Sammi each placed a bowl of food on the small glass dining table, sitting down for their Friday dinners together. Sammi took a sip of her wine before even thinking of what to say in this conversation. “I get it. I’m your best friend, but Athena is also my girlfriend,” pleaded Emma, serving herself a portion of cold pasta salad.

“What is she even asking you, Em? I doubt Sammi’s making it obvious,” said Sabrina, grabbing a piece of chicken with her salad.

“I know she’s not, but Athena can’t help but keep her nose out of Sammi’s life. Almost every single time I say we went out, she asks if you got with someone,” shared Emma, eating with a touch of annoyance.

“Well tell her to stay out of it. I already told Athena I didn’t want her or Tommy anywhere near my love life,” spat Sammi.

“It’s a love life between you and Nikki?” asked Sabrina, smirking at Sammi with a quizzical expression. Sammi shot a glare at Sabrina, making her giggle amongst herself. “Maybe you have to remind your sister again, Sam. Say it isn’t nice to be badgering her girlfriend because you two are friends,”

“I’m glad we keep you around. You solve all our problems at record speed,” joked Emma, raising her glass to cheer with Sabrina. Sabrina gladly clanked her wine glass with Emma’s, Sammi playfully shaking her head. “I second this reminder. You’d also be helping out me and yourself,”

“I would love to, but Athena never learned to listen if you haven’t already figured it out,” mumbled Sammi, drinking the chilled wine.

“That’s probably the one thing I don’t like about her, but in this case, it comes from a place of love. Please still try though,” told Emma to Sammi, giving her a lopsided grin.

“What really is the worst thing if at least Athena knew about Nikki and you?” asked Sabrina.

“Athena would tell Tommy, Tommy would tell Vince, and Vince would yell at my ass. And a mad Vince is the last thing I want in my life,” informed Sammi, refilling for a second glass of wine.

“You really care what Vince thinks or you just don’t want to deal with his shit?” added Emma, scrunching her eyebrows at Sammi. Sammi thought about it for a moment, not knowing if she just never wanted to hear from Vince ever again.

“It’s more of I’ve been a bitch to him for 6 months, so I don’t want him to think I’m two-faced. Because I know his mind will run wild like it always has with Nikki,” admitted Sammi, shrugging her shoulders.

“You can’t be two-faced if all you did was have sex when you were single. You chose Vince and he fucked up. He still needs to know that and be reminded from time to time. Like at the meeting,” said Sabrina.

“The one moment I wished I worked at that fucking office,” utter Emma, gulping her last bit of wine. “Since we are on the topic of Vince, have you ever thought about talking to him? You don’t think you deserve some answers?”

“I have but I don’t know how to talk to him without sounding like a bitch anymore. It’s almost as if he made me get an attitude and Nikki made it worse,” pondered Sammi, pushing the last of her around with a fork.

“Like that poor poor Jessica girl you read to filth?” joked Emma, giggling louder at Sammi scowl to her. Emma shrugged her shoulder with a playful smile.

“Maybe you could write down everything you want to know? It could help you keep your thoughts in order instead of going off from your emotions,” suggested Sabrina, wiping the corner of her mouth as she finished her food.

“Emma’s right, you do solve our problems at record speed,” answered Sammi with a soft smile. “I guess that would be a good starting point, and talk before he leaves again… But it’s so nice being mean to him!” whined Sammi, pouting at Sabrina like a little girl. Sabrina shot a look at Sammi that made her quit the pouting and straight her shoulders, almost like a mother. “Fine, I’ll try my hardest to be civil and demand answers with kindness,”

“Atta girl,” encouraged Sabrina, lightly punching Sammi's shoulder. “It could bring you some great closure,”

Sammi smiled to herself, beginning to clear out the dining table with Emma’s help. “Or maybe it’ll just make me sadder than ever,” shouted Sammi, dropping the dirty dishes in the sink to wash later as she drank her wine.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #354

“swimming through the void, we hear the word  /  we lose ourselves, but we find it all”

The last time you washed your hair, did you use conditioner? I never do. My hair is naturally pretty oily, and conditioner just adds oil to it. Do you prefer light or dark jeans? Dark. I never liked light-hued jeans. When you listen to music, do you generally sing along, or just listen? I almost always just listen. Do you have any of your exes as friends on Facebook? Yes. Who was your first love? Do you ever miss that person? My first "real" boyfriend. I always do to varying degrees. How many cars are parked at your house right now? Just one. Do you have any Italian ancestry? No. Do you prefer water to be ice cold or at room temperature? The colder, the absolute better. I can barely stomach drinking water that isn't cold, like literally. Has anyone ever told you you’re a control freak? No. Do you know anyone who has gone missing? If so, were they ever found? I don't think so, anyway. What was the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten? A certain hot sauce on the wings I used to get at Buffalo Wild Wings. It was close to the top of their little heat rating thing. It made me feel awful, and yet I enjoyed it still?? I think it was an adrenaline thing. I only get medium sauce now; I'm more interested in enjoying my food than feeling like I'm eating fire. Do you need to talk to someone? I'm ready for my therapy appointment honestly, but it's not 'til the start of June. Mom and I both don't want to go through the process of finding a new one, so I've chosen to just suck it up and wait. Is something confusing you at the moment? I'm always confused with myself and my feelings. When was the last time you had a real deep chat? Real deep, I'm sure that would've been during PHP. Who did you last see on webcam? My former group therapist. I miss him a lot and really wish he could treat me outside of the program, but he doesn't do that. :/ What’s your best friend’s pet’s name(s)? Doris, Martha, Crowley, Little Dot, Jane Marie, Buster, Beesly, Winter, and I believe only one of the fish is named: Raisha. Have you ever taken a picture while laying in the grass? No. Who’s your favorite Disney character? Dory, probably. Have you ever deliberately tried to get someone drunk? What the fuck, no. When was the last time you used a pay phone and who were you calling? I've never used one. Do you like being kissed on the neck? Whoa now buddy, we better be kind of serious by then for you to do that because it doesn't end "well" lmao. Have you ever had sex with someone you weren’t dating (but had feelings for) in the hopes that they would ask you out later? I almost deleted this question because I didn't want to answer it, but I try to leave more unique ones in, so... whatever. I haven't. But I would for "somebody." What’s the most you would be willing to spend on a good bra? Ugh, my relationship with bras is a hellish one because NONE FUCKING FIT ME CORRECTLY. Mom's tried so, so many places, so many different stores online and in-person, and even if the bra fits in the front, it won't go around my back comfortably. I guess my body is shaped weird, I don't fucking know, because I have literally ZERO bras that don't aggravate me. At some point, I'm going to some woman Mom knows who can size me properly and therefore buy some that don't piss me off. All that to say I'd actually pay more than the usual, but not a ridiculous price. Do you have any of your teachers’ personal cell phone numbers saved in your contacts list? My old Physical Science teacher, who is actually now a very close family friend and our landlord, is in my phone. Do you ever stalk peoples’ personal blogs, even if you don’t know them very well? No. What’s one thing about today’s generation that you just can’t stand? How ungrateful they can be. Be honest: how do you feel about abortion? I am pro-choice. Is there anyone you currently want to reach out to? There's a lot of people, actually. Old friends I miss. What is your favorite piece of art you own? It... sounds cocky, but it's probably the drawing I did in high school of Pyramid Head and the Halo of the Sun intertwined. I worked my fucking ass off and I'm extremely proud of it. What’s the one thing you apologized for this month? Hm. Probably just something minor, like bumping into Mom or something when passing her. My favorite color is ______? Pink, specifically pastel pink. I wish I had _____? A job. What did you buy today? Nothing. What has challenged your morals? Life, my dude. Live and learn. What made you pick up the last book you started reading? It's the sequel to the last book I read. What about your life concerns you the most? Concerns me, my physical health, especially just how weak my legs are. I'm terrified of them continuing to deteriorate. What do you find particularly offensive? Would you say you’re easy or difficult to offend? I cannot fucking stand the misuse of the word "retarded." Like just keep your damn mouth sewn shut if you have the audacity to say things like "hurr hurr this driver is retarded." ANY mental illness/condition is NOT to be mocked. Onto the next question, I'd say I'm more towards difficult to offend. It really depends on the topic. What was the last series you finished watching? Do you have any plans to begin another? I re-watched Fullmetal Alchemist w/ Sara. We're working on Avatar: The Last Airbender too, but I won't resume watching it again until we can do it together. What is one way in which you are different from a year ago? What is one way in which you are still the same? Well, I weigh a lot more. .-. I gained back almost all the weight I shed since quarantine started, and I'm forever fucking furious about it. I'm the same in most other ways. If you could learn about anything without the stress of grades or cost, what kind of classes would you take? Uhhhhh meerkat behavior? Idk. Name a song you’ve listened to today? I've got Halocene, Lauren Babic, and Violet Orlandi's cover of "Aerials" by System of a Down on loop right now. It's fucking gorgeous and so mesmerizing. When you were younger, did you have a swing set or a playhouse in your backyard? We had a small playhouse with swings and a slide. Is your mall nice? GOD no. You better accept the possibility of getting shot before you walk in there. There's nothing that cool at all there. Do you have a Sonic near you? If so, what’s your favorite drink from there? Yeah. I love the strawberry slushy, and the Reese's Blast thing if KILLER. Will you be voting in the presidential elections next time around? Yes. How do you feel about chocolate-covered strawberries? GOOD. STUFF. Did you ever stop having feelings for someone and then started having those feelings again for them? I think so. Do you hate the last guy you had a thing with? No, he's my closest guy friend. To whom did you last give the finger? Probably some idiot that ran a red light. I'm sure it happened in the car, whenever it happened What was the last musical instrument played in your presence? I've got no clue. Do you like sprinkles on your ice cream? No, I hate the texture difference. And just sprinkles in general. Honestly, have you ever crashed a party before? No. Do you know how to do the moon walk? No. Has anybody ever told you that you have a good singing voice? Yeah, but I beg to differ. Onion rings or french fries? French fries. I'm not a big fan of the other. Has anybody ever described you as a heart breaker? Nope. Has anybody ever told you that you talk too fast? When I'm excited, yes, it happens sometimes. Who is the best cook that you know? Uhhhhh idk. Which meal throughout the day do you skip the most? I don't really skip meals. What’s the largest amount that you can juggle at one time? I can’t juggle at all. What was your favorite thing to go on at the playground as a kid? Swings. I'd dash to those at recess to try to actually get one. Do you know how much you weighed at birth? How much? All I know is six pounds, no clue on the ounces. Which aspect of your daily routine takes the most time? What do you do? Sitting my ass at the computer, really... I don't exactly do much. Do you enjoy buying gifts for others, or could you do without this? It feels sucky of me considering whenever I do get someone a gift, it's because Mom is letting me use her money with me being without an income, BUT I still do LOVE the process of thinking of something meaningful for those important to me and hopefully seeing them love whatever I got them. I cannot wait until I actually can do that regularly. What is one thing you are expected to do, if anything? Take care of my pets. How do you tend to view driving? Monotonous or entertaining? I hate driving because you're in a speeding box of death, man. I do really want to start working towards my license though; I've long since reached the "enough is enough" point. But first I need new glasses so I can actually see five feet in front of me. Do you enjoy talking about music with others? Yeah! Is acting something you enjoy? No. I'm too awkward about it. When do you feel most accomplished? When I finish a big art pierce. Do you think Manwich is amazing or completely gross? I like 'em. Just messy, which I'm not a fan of. How many best friends do you have? One. Are you a smoker, drinker, pothead or none of the above? None of the above. If you have your ears pierced, when did you get them pierced? I don't remember exactly, but I was a kid. Do you own any exercise machines? No. I wish. On Facebook, do you have people listed as your siblings who aren’t really your siblings? Nah, but I used to do that. Have you ever drawn or painted a self-portrait? Painted, but only because it was a school assignment. Who was your last voicemail from? I don't get voicemails because mine isn't even set up. Have you ever been falsely accused of something serious? No. Did you ever set up a lemonade stand when you were a kid? No. When was the last time you spoke to someone in a different language? Not since I was taking a test in high school for my German course. My teacher was a Germany native, so she was a total pro and fun to learn from. Have you ever received an anonymous gift? No. Have you ever camped out somewhere for an event the next day? No. That's always sounded miserable to me. When were you the saddest in your life? 2016 was fucking miserable. Do you know anyone, personally, who is in an abusive relationship? Are you? I don't know if it's abusive, but it's toxic and dysfunctional as HELL. I don't know WHY she keeps going back to him, I feel awful for the woman. I'm definitely not, 'cuz I wouldn't tolerate that shit for half a second. If you have siblings, have they moved out or do they still live with you? They've both moved out by now. Have you ever gotten searched by the cops? Yes, as a safety protocol with mental illness stuff. Do you like fried rice? Yes. What was the last thing you drank? Would you believe me if I told you I have water right now?