#sometimes in the middle of the night he’ll knock it over completely

[supurrb]

he keeps knocking this chair down due to being TOO big to be on it but by god will he keep jumping up anyways

[sinsirellaxx]

Hot question:

How often do you think the Slytherin boys pleasure themselves? 😏

Slytherin Boys – How often would they masturbate?

Warning: Not proofread!

Mattheo …

… who would probably jack off almost every day.

… who would be sleepless in bed, tossing and turning while trying to fall asleep until he finally decides to pleasure himself in hopes of putting his body into a state off relaxation.

… who’d be in the middle of taking a shower, his hand moving lower to clean his genitals until cleaning it turns to tugging on his hard member until he spills into his fist.

… who’d cave on the fifth day of no-nut-November – who was he kidding? He couldn’t last a whole week.

… who’d have to use his hand more frequently if he was in love with someone that he cannot be intimate with yet – after dates, cuddle sessions, a particularly spicy dream or after watching you yell at someone for almost knocking your friend over. He loves your temper.

Theodore …

… who would be too lazy to pleasure himself – either he has someone to take care of it for him, or he’ll just try to endure

… who rarely does it himself – he has enough people vying for his attention – but will do it if he does get desperate.

… who loves to do it in the bathtub – if he’s pleasuring himself, he’s gonna enjoy it to the fullest.

Lorenzo …

… who has phases during which he is horny all the time.

… who’ll sneak out of his classes just to find a secluded spot to push his pants and boxers down, wrapping his hand around his member – the thrill of being caught gets him going.

… who’ll be adventurous about jacking off at different places in Hogwarts – the library is one of his favorites.

Draco …

… who won’t have such a wild sex drive – he’ll pleasure himself once a week or whenever he has wet dreams which are quite rare given that his nights are either sleepless or plagued by nightmares.

… who always feels dirty afterwards.

… who needs complete silence to get hard – if there is any kind of fear or stress, he just won’t get hard.

Blaise …

… who’ll wake up late on a Sunday morning and lazily tug on his cock until he spills into his shorts.

… who sometimes likes to tease himself, wanting to see how long he can draw it out.

… who will come up with weird challenges to see how long he can go without masturbating until he comes in his sleep one day – his boxers embarrassingly wet.

Tom …

… who’s too busy to bother with such base desires.

… who rather has someone else help him or else he is just too lazy to do it himself – it’s not as erotic or relieving if it’s not done by someone else.

… who will give in and finally fist his cock after having waking up from wet dreams day after day – he needed seep to function.

[cheriden]

˙ . ˚ ₊ 「 liar, liar 」 ꜝꜝ

“ "Thought people wanted college to be over. Looks like they never want to let go.” Soobin jokes. You look down, swaying your feet out of shame for being one of those people.”

── synopsis 。yeonjun drags you to a party and you get caught up in the middle of truth-or-dare.

pairing 。best friend!yeonjun x reader x friend!soobin

.ᐟ genre 。angst (yeonjun) and sort-of fluff (soobin) (and eventual smut)

.ᐟ tags 。yeonjun is an asshole, making out, college au, miscommunication/arguing because none of them want to compromise, i love soobin, drinking and party games

.ᐟ status & word count 。two-parts | 1.73k | masterlist

part 1 | yeonjun's ending | soobin's ending

.ᐟ warnings/notes 。 i did not proofread what's new! reader is gender neutral BUT will be afab once the smut comes along. poll at the end<3

“And if I don’t enjoy it?” You argue, to which the other whines and pulls you next to him. “You will, trust me on this.”

You would, except he promised you the same thing the past three parties ago. 

Yeonjun has been your best friend since diapers— a result of your parents being friends, and though you’d usually say he has your best interests at heart, sometimes his own precedes yours. He tries to get you into new things—clubbing, raving, organizations that require you to be social; you could really see how hard he tries to gain shared hobbies with you. 

Admittedly, it’s a bit unfair for him. He participates in all your activities, no matter how boring they get; and he enjoys them, so much so that he’d come to introduce you to his friends with similar pastimes. Which is why you’re here, but you can’t deny how tired you get of his social scene. It’s a bit too fast and loud for your liking, a point made as the both of you make your way through the sweaty crowd, Yeonjun greeting (screaming) at every familiar person he comes across. He guides you by the hand into the kitchen area, scoping the rest of the scene out. He says he’ll be right back, though it usually takes him 30 minutes to do so. He also says you can come with him. You shake your head and hoist yourself up the counter, palming the pockets of your clothing. You realize Yeonjun kept your phone in his bag. You grumble, mentally preparing to search for him, but the ocean of bodies is getting more violent as the night goes on. With a sigh, you pace around the empty area. You rummage through the cupboards and the fridge, only they’re all completely empty. You’d assume the drink table was somewhere off the side of the living room, and all you do is walk through the barren space. A knock is heard on the doorframe, and you look up to see one of Yeonjun’s friends. 

Soobin is one of the people in his close circle who keeps to himself, and he’s the one you share most in common with. “I’m guessing he hauled you to one of these again.” He comments, sitting on the counter next to you. “I didn’t know there were so many graduation parties to attend in a row.” You mumble. The other laughs, playing with the solo cup in his grasp. “Me neither. Thought people wanted college to be over. Looks like they never want to let go.” You look down, swaying your feet out of shame for being one of those people. You know the reason is childish and troublesome, embarrassingly cliche—but you’ll miss the proximity you share with your friends, namely Yeonjun. Skipped classes and free periods will no longer have you meet each other, to be replaced with a nine-to-five and what’s most probably a dead-end career in different areas of the city as the best case scenario. “Might as well enjoy it before the graduation ceremony, right?” You peruse, nudging his side. Soobin furls his eyebrows “You enjoy sitting here, bored out of your mind?” Rolling your eyes, you get on your feet and extend your hands to the blond. He raises an eyebrow, but can’t contain the smile on his face when he takes your hand in his. 

“I think we’ve made a big mistake.” Soobin whispers, watching the host explain the game. The two of you were stumbling around the house before you were pulled in by a group of strangers, forced to sit down. “We know how to play truth or dare, idiot.” Yeonjun groans across you, uninterested. “Can’t we just play regular spin the bottle or something?” One of his friends chuckle beside him, “So we can all get an STD from you? Yeah, no thanks.” The two argue even more, before the host shakes his head and tells them to shut up. “Let’s just start, okay?” The circle nods, and the bottle twirls around the carpeted floor. 

It lands on Yeonjun—and you have to physically restrain yourself from looking annoyed at the amount of fake ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’ that come next. “Yeonjun,” The boy sings, "I dare you to kiss who you think is the hottest person in the room.” The brunette raises his hand, but is shut down. “No, you can not kiss yourself.” With a pout, Yeonjun stalks forward, earning a flinch from you. His gaze flickers to yours for a moment, but your incessant heartbeat suddenly drops when he swivels his head to kiss the person beside you. 

You gulp, and take in one long breath. It seems like forever, you watching him kiss someone else right in front of you. Your eyes are wide, gripping the hem of your bottoms as he pulls away slowly, smirk etched onto his lips as he wipes the string of saliva off it. You’re stuck staring at nothing for minutes, occasionally taking sips of your beer and glancing at Yeonjun to see him unbothered and carefree. His expression makes your stomach ill (though half of it is due to your drinking),  and you’re about to excuse yourself when the snout of the bottle lands on your feet. All of them are watching you, including the brunette’s curious ones. You take a deep breath, and plop down onto the cushion. The girl who’s up to dare you smiles, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I dare you to kiss the person that means the most to you.” But everyone here knows who means the most to you. “Why are we playing truth or dare if everyone’s just gonna be kissing each other anyway.” You deflect with a false laugh, but all the girl does is shrug. “Dunno—still a dare though, isn't it?” You weigh your options. If you did decide to kiss Yeonjun, you’re pretty sure your friendship would be over. If you flee, you’ll not only become virgin-coward-of-the-year, but it’d still be pretty obvious why you ran away. 

But you, in your semi-intoxicated and pressured mind, decide on the third option: Kiss Soobin. He stutters when he feels your lips on his, his hands shooting up in response. You contemplate ending your life there and then, but are surprised when he reciprocates by grabbing your waist and deepening the kiss. Soobin threads his tongue through your mouth and moves his fingers up to your face, cupping the cheeks. He’s warm and sweet and sends tingles all over your body—it’s only when you need to breathe that you separate from him, panting. Though your eyes are still locked into his, you can gauge the reaction of those around you through your peripheral vision: utter shock. It’s this realization that makes you whip your head to none other than Yeonjun, who gets up to tug you with him. “Okay, that’s enough. You’ve hit your limit and we need to get you home.” The group’s protests and boos go in one ear and out the other, as you’re dragged by the arm out onto the porch. Agitated, you shove him away. “What’s your problem? You’re the one who made me go to this stupid party.”

“You’re kissing strangers, get yourself together.” You look at him incredulously. “Soobin is not a stranger, he’s your best friend.”

“He’s a stranger to you. How could you even say he means the most to you when it's so obviously me?” Turning away from him, you hand your head up into the sky. “How full of yourself—and where was this concern during the parties where you left me alone? You didn’t even bring me home half of the time, Soobin did.” “Is that what this is about? You’re getting back at me for that?” You groan, rubbing your hands across your face. “It’s not that–” “Is it payback because I didn’t kiss you?” Laughing in astonishment, you point an accusatory finger at him. “You narcissistic asshole! Not everything's about you! Why would I be jealous of that?” The smug look on his face is nearly enough to send you over the edge, but his next words solidify it. “Because you’re in love with me.” You hide your guilt with a look of repulsion, expressions eerily similar to one another. “Now why would I fall in love with an egocentric, reckless, douchebag?” You spoke, tone dim and low. “Why are we even friends when all you’ve done  is disregard my feelings to fit in with your standards?” Yeonjun buries his face in his hands, muttering. “It's because our parents forced us to. I try so hard to make you feel included, to invite you to everything;” He pauses, narrowing his eyes at you, “But you always wallow in your own sadness and loneliness that you don’t even fucking try.” You scoff, “Try? I’ve done nothing but try ever since you decided you were too cool to hang out with me in highschool.” Crossing your arms, you keep your gaze pinned to the ground and sway back and forth. “I’m fine the way I am. The truth is, you don’t accept me for me. Why would I make the effort?” Now he scoffs, forcing you to face him. “That’s how the world works, you can’t sit in solitude for the rest of your life. I’m helping you when the time comes that you’ll need to make that effort and I won’t be around to do it for you.” His words linger in the air for a few seconds. Deep down, you knew that neither of you would keep in touch if it weren't for academics and proximity. You’d become jaded by reaching out, and Yeonjun would get tired of responding. Solemnly, you turn your head up with your eyes closed. “I don’t need you to babysit me. Just fuck off and leave already.” His lips part in hurt and shock, unsure of what to say. “I don’t need your bullshit either.” He spits. “How could someone like me? How could anyone fall in love with someone as close-minded and pessimistic as you?”

He stomps off into his car, leaving you alone with your thoughts as the trees sway and the wind howls. There’s not a single star in the sky, and all you can do is sit on the stairs of the porch as crickets chirp and the house muffles the boom of the soundsystem.

[moon1833]

HAIKYUU! BOYFRIEND HEADCANNONS

Karasuno Edition

DAICHI

Classmates to lovers!

Secretly super nervous around you before you started dating.

The entire team knew he liked you before you did.

Hinata and Nishinoya would bordline harass you to come to practices and games.

Which resulted in Daichi yelling at them frequently.

Of course you came to the games though (you find him leading the time as really attractive too).

Ends up asking you out after you come to a match that they won (Suga pressured him).

He’s extremely chivalrous, insists on meeting your parents and opens every door for you.

Doesn’t make any moves on the first date because he doesn’t want to give you the wrong impression. (He really wanted to kiss you though).

You kiss him on the cheek after he drops you off.

Catches him completely by surprise.

You have your first kiss right before a game.

He was nervous, and you came to cheer him on.

You called him over to where you were sitting and kissed him.

“Good luck!” You called out as he was leaving, not missing how red his face was.

Tanaka and Noya were loosing their shit.

As a couple, you’re the team parents.

You always tired to help out with his caption duties, you knew it was stressful for him sometimes.

Leads to the team loving you.

Serious good cop/bad cop relationship.

You get Tanaka, Nishinoya and Hinata out of trouble whenever they do something stupid.

He loves you too much so he lets it slide (he can’t say no to you).

SUGAWARA

Love at first sight! (He fell first)

Brain turned to complete mush the first time he saw you.

Was sure he’d never see you again but he didn’t go up to you.

You ended up being Kageyama’s older sibling.

He still was too scared to make any moves.

You noticed him when Karasuno played Seijoh (season 1).

You approached him to tell him he played well, and told your brother he could learn a lot from him. (He blushed).

Kageyama is oblivious to his upperclassmen’s feelings. (Everyone else picked up on it the moment you started talking to him).

You thought him being on the bench but still making an effort to be the loudest person cheering on his team was really attractive.

You started picking up Kageyama from practices after school (you really just wanted to talk to Suga).

You thought you were being obvious about your feelings but the Kageyama facial expression™ is genetic.

His pining was becoming too much for the team to the point where Tanaka thought you were already dating.

Eventually gets to Kageyama.

He’s a little upset that he was the last person to figure it out (that Hinata beat him to it) but besides that he doesn’t care at all.

He thinks it’ll benefit his volleyball career, too, so it’s a win-win for him.

Flat out tells you Sugawara has feelings for you.

Part of you already knew, but you were elated.

Asked him to walk you home one day when there wasn’t practice.

“So, my brother tells me someone on your team had a little crush on me.” You loved seeing him get flustered.

He’s upset because he was in the middle of organizing the perfect way of confessing to you.

You end up at a cafe a little while later talking.

Tanaka and Noya were not so secretly spying on you both. (They took a picture of you guys with the flash on).

You thought it was funny.

Suga wanted to explode.

He walks you home, and you kiss him gently before walking into your house.

Kageyama was grouchy the whole night. (He’ll come around).

Kept PDA very light whenever you were around people.

However he’s super touchy in private.

Like he needs to be in contact with you to some degree at all times.

Always laying on you during movies and falling asleep half way through them.

Stopped having Suga over so much because whenever you did Kageyama would come into your room to talk about volleyball. (And he doesn’t knock)

ASAHI

Opposites attract!

You took interest in him first (he didn’t think someone as pretty as you wouldn’t be intimidated by him).

(You weren’t).

Started with you asking him for help in class.

You were pretty outgoing and spoke to everyone so he was surprised you went out of your way to talk to him.

He’s a complete mess around you.

You thought it was sweet.

You’re making every move if you want anything to happen (but you knew that).

Nearly died when you showed up to one of his games.

Nearly did again when you were gushing about how incredible he played.

Actually died when you asked if you could wear his jersey to the next game.

Died again when you did, the jersey being much too big for you. Seeing you in his clothes distracted him almost the entire time.

You end up telling him you like him one morning nonchalantly in the hallway when he was walking to class with you.

Wasn’t sure if he imagined it with how quick you said it.

“You do know I like you, right?”

“U-uh what?”

He’s nervous around you for months, barely initiating anything until he’s sure he won’t make you uncomfortable by accident.

Likes to lay on your chest while you braid his hair.

Still blushes from casual PDA. (He’s always pleasantly surprised you want to show off your relationship)

You pick fights with anyone who gossips about him being an intimidating guy.

“It’s not him you have to worry about, it’s me. So why don’t you say that to my face.”

He’s desperately trying to defuse the situation, but he loves how you defend him.

NISHINOYA

Childhood friends to lovers!

You’ve known him your whole life, but moved away for a few years in middle school.

You moved back in your second year of high school, reuniting with Noya.

He was different, but exactly the same.

You were adamant to not catch feelings, but you couldn’t help it.

The moment you were in his life again, he stopped obsessing over other girls. He didn’t realize it right away, but he knew he didn’t want you to think he didn’t prioritize you.

Forced you to come to every practice so he could walk you home.

Lines of friendship and something more kept getting blurred.

Randomly grabbing your hand when he’s excited.

Possessive, he gets sad if you don’t pay attention to him for a long time.

Genuinely fights off other guys.

He still doesn’t realize he likes you until Tanaka points it out.

Immediately confesses to you.

Dating him wasn’t much different than being his best friend, only now you were more affectionate.

Constantly napping together.

Brags about you to everyone.

Carries a photo book of you because he couldn’t decide on one picture for his wallet.

TANAKA

Matchmaker gone wrong!

Originally was attempting to set him up with Kiyoko (your best friend), but she wasn’t interested.

You two started getting closer even after you told him you didn’t think their plan was going to work.

Was starting to feel like he was only befriending you to get closer to Kiyoko, but he made a lot of effort to hang out with you.

Realized he was catching feelings for you when he would start to look for you in the crowd after each point he scored.

Did a 180 and went to Kiyoko for advice.

You were a little worried when they started getting closer, but your best friend insisted she had no romantic feelings for him.

Ends up confessing to you after a game. (Kiyoko’s idea).

He kinda screams it at you.

You thought it was cute, you kissed him to shut him up.

Parades you around to the team.

He’s protective, but when guys tell him he did a good job scoring you, he’ll just rant about how lucky he is.

He’s obsessed.

Like, genuinely obsessed with you. He proposed at your graduation. You told him ask you again in five years.

He does.

You say yes.

KAGEYAMA

Enemies to friends to lovers!

You both played volleyball in middle school, and you won “Player of the year” over him.

Rivalry started from there.

The girls team practiced in the same gym as the boys did so you were always trying to outdo each other.

When you’d play each other for practice matches you both would play exceptionally dirty.

Ended up at Karasuno because you got injured.

Became a manager for the boys team since the girls team wasn’t as serious and didn’t have a manager.

Had a small fight on both of your first days because he refused to work as a team.

You two could not get along so for the sake of keeping your job as a manager you just ignored him usually.

One game, a few members of the other team had made a few comments about you.

Conveniently, one of Kageyama’s serves in warmups nailed the guy in the face.

Was the first time he made you laugh.

Thought about it for a week.

Tried to make amends with you by showing he was sorry (he couldn’t say it).

Would ask you for tips on how to connect with his team as well as his form.

Admitted he thought you were a better player than him one night, you told him you most likely wouldn’t be able to play again.

Asked him to play for you, placing your hand on top of his.

He almost kissed you that night but he didn’t know how to and panicked.

You wanted him to.

Ended up tutoring him and Hinata, he started going to you for individual help.

Was worried you’d think he’s stupid.

You thought his focused face was adorable.

You were obviously in your feelings for him, but he was adamant that you wouldn’t like someone who struggles showing his emotions so much.

He didn’t think he’d be good enough for you and that you deserved better.

However, the idea of you with anyone else made him so unbearably mad he started putting effort into becoming what you need.

He struggled, but all you cared about was the effort.

Extremely flustered whenever you showed any kind of appreciation towards him.

Like he completely freezes up if you even hug him.

He warms up to physical affection quickly, he loved it from you, he just didn’t know how to return it.

Always falling asleep on top of you on bus rides.

He snores. Not loudly they’re more like sleeping sounds, but you tell him he snores.

Clingy in private.

Loves holding you but loves being held just as much. (He’ll never admit that, though).

YAMAGUCHI

Best friend’s sibling/secret relationship!

Yamaguchi had a crush on you the second he saw you for the first time when he was over at Tsukishima’s house.

He was sleeping over for the first time, and you were heading to the kitchen for a 1am snack while he was leaving the bathroom.

He knew Tsukishima had a sibling, but he had no idea what you looked like. He had no idea you were that beautiful.

You invited him to the kitchen with you for some food, he obliged because he wanted to talk to you.

You knew he was quiet so you did most of the talking, asking him questions.

“Your freckles are really cute, I wish I had freckles.”

No one had told him that before.

He remembered that for months.

Tsukishima knew something was up right away, but he didn’t say anything to Yamaguchi.

He was more worried about you, so he told you to “leave his friends alone”.

You didn’t

You saw Yamaguchi in school occasionally, always going out of your way to say hi (when Tsukishima wasn’t there).

After beating Shiratorizawa, you texted him congratulations.

You both kept texting from there, then calling.

You started asking him for help with homework, claiming your brother was unhelpful (you knew the work).

You started meeting up at the library, both of you mutually deciding not to tell Tsukishima.

After a few weeks of longing stares and lingering touches, you caved.

He was explaining a math problem to you, you were practically shoulder to shoulder, and he looked so adorable trying to dumb down the equation.

You weren’t thinking, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss to his lips.

You pulled back, apologizing, but Yamaguchi had a shy smile on his face.

“Can you do that again?”

Kept it a secret, only meeting at his house. (His mother understood)

Tsukishima found out after walking in on you both making out while Yamaguchi was sleeping over.

“Do you want ice cream?”

He did not care.

Only told you to stay away from his friends because he didn’t think you liked Yamaguchi.

He trusted you both to be respectful and if things did end to keep it civil.

His only wish was he did not want to hear a thing about you from Yamaguchi.

He loves to cuddle with you.

He’ll initiate a lot more physical affection when you’re by yourselves, but in public he gets too nervous.

Doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable ever.

Also not huge on PDA.

Loves giving you forehead kisses.

Akiteru saw Yamaguchi with a hickey before he knew you were dating and congratulated him.

Akiteru did not know you were dating for months.

That wasn’t intentionally, everyone just forgot to tell him.

Tsukishima gave a legendary best man speech at your wedding.

TSUKISHIMA

Enemies to lovers!

The first day you met Tsukishima, you thought he was annoying and needed to be put in his place.

So, you did.

Any insult he said (whether it was directed at you or not) was retorted by you in seconds.

He didn’t expect that from you (it intoxicated him).

Being friends with Yamaguchi, you were almost always around.

He called you a pest.

You called him a loser.

And so on.

LOTS of tension.

Both of you always glaring (staring) at each other to the point all your friends think you’re together in some shape, way or form.

Both of you could not get the other out of each other’s head.

Both of you think it’s because the other is just so annoying.

Until Tsukishima has a dream about kissing you.

Now that’s all he can think about.

He starts ignoring you because he’s mad at his own feelings and he’s starting to feel like he has no self control around you.

You notice it immediately, he no longer picked on you or teased you at all.

Instead of being relieved like you thought you should be, you’re rather sad.

About a week goes by, and eventually your mutual friends are sick of all the sulking you’re both doing.

Force you to talk to each other.

Ends up in a shouting match.

You call him a coward, and it strikes something in him.

Mid rant, he cuts you off by kissing you.

You kiss him back, finish your argument and go back to kissing him.

“Go out with me?” He mumbles against your lips.

“How chivalrous of you.”

The arguing doesn’t stop now that you’re together, it just leads to other things.

Surprisingly, Tsukishima is extremely emotionally mature when it comes to you.

He doesn’t want to loose you.

You’re his soft spot.

Like it’s so obvious and he almost wants everyone to know it. (He’d never admit it)

Not very possessive unless you’re uncomfortable.

No one was surprised when you got together.

Neither of you are huge on PDA.

Maximum affection you’ll show in public is hand holding.

He uses you as a human armrest occasionally.

“Hates” when you steal his clothes (he leaves them out for you.

You get along well with Akiteru, he loves you.

He’s out like a light if you play with his hair.

Holds you like a stuffed animal to sleep (he can’t sleep any other way).

Surprisingly soft.

Doesn’t say “I love you” for a while, but he does things to show it before he does.

HINATA

Sunshine x sunshine protector!

You grew up as Hinata’s #1 fan.

Helped him with his volleyball skills in middle school and so on.

You were always be his side and it was the same with him.

You’ll tease him of course, but anyone who underestimated him or was insulting him had to deal with you.

Tanaka and Noya call you “Hinata’s girlfriend” (they just think that and no one corrected them).

Started dating by accident.

Hanging out as friends was turning into something else.

Constant hand holding as well as hugs.

Were each other’s first kiss because he “wanted to know what it felt like”.

Kept kissing after that.

Eventually he just starts introducing you as his girlfriend.

“Shoyo, you just told them I’m your girlfriend.”

“Yeah? What’s wrong?”

“You never asked me to be your girlfriend.”

“Oh my god I forgot.”

Chaos everywhere you go.

He’s your best friend and your boyfriend.

He’s always getting you things.

Invites you to every game (you were going either way).

[kingofthecotas]

road to ruin (we’re starting at the end)

soulmate au, phillip island 2014, same universe as this fic | let’s call this explicit | ~2k

aka marc is having the time of his life while valentino is trying to escape the cosmic saw trap he’s invented in his head

——

Valentino wins in Australia.

That, and the champagne, does nothing to temper the twisted knot of panic that his stomach had wrenched itself into when he saw Marc sliding off the track.

It’s—

This is still new, to him.

(It’s been over a year.)

Uccio has been with him for so long that he can’t remember life without him. Marc is new, and he’s terrifying.

When Valentino had turned seventeen, he’d drunk some shitty beer and thrown up and then pressed his forehead to Uccio’s. I didn’t choose this. You’re my best friend. You can’t ever leave me.

Marc, by contrast, is sold on the romanticism of it all, of fate and destiny. He has his brother, his brother who he loves more than life itself, etched on the inside of his wrist. He’s stark on Valentino’s arm like a fresh tattoo.

The thing is—Valentino had been orbiting towards him anyway. Marc is young, talented, really fucking hot, and he looks at Valentino like a revelation. But they’d gotten too drunk in Laguna Seca last year, had fallen asleep wrapped up in each other, and woken up in the middle of the night to the marks burning into their arms like a brand.

And—how much of it was the universe telling Valentino what he should do, what he should feel?

It had stopped mattering, just for a moment, when he saw Marc’s face in the dark.

But now—

Marc is a selfish bastard. It’s gnawing a hole in Valentino’s stomach, because Marc has him. Fate reached out and dropped him into Marc’s hands without warning, without permission, and Marc still insists on riding like he’s trying to die. Like that wouldn’t half-kill Valentino too.

Marc has him. Valentino never had a chance.

He never had a choice, either.

And sometimes, somehow, it doesn’t matter, because they’re good, they’re really good. He can make Marc laugh like it’s nothing. Marc watches him, brightens when their eyes meet. Sex with Marc—he goes half-mad on it, on fucking into him with a thumb pressed on Marc’s shoulder, while Marc gasps his name into the piece of himself in Valentino’s skin in return.

Perfect. Like they were meant to be.

And then Marc will get on his bike and crash, and Valentino’s stomach will turn every time. He’ll press a fingertip into the mark, the blunt edge of a nail, and try not to think about clawing Marc out of him. It’s not fair, it’s not fucking fair: that Valentino likes him, that Marc adores him back, that they could have just fallen together without the tide-pull of being soulmates. With all the joy of choosing each other. Without the constant drumbeat of what losing him would be.

Marc being in Tavullia had been an adrenaline shot, straight to the chest. Taking him out of the familiar collage of racing, motorhomes, press rooms, podiums, and pasting him so very much in Valentino’s life—real, suddenly. All too real. Permanent soulmarks and Marc in a house Valentino calls home and forever.

Because the stars said so, or some shit like that.

——

It’s dark outside when Marc knocks on his hotel door.

He must have had a long debrief, must have spent even longer sulking, sharp and pissed off, but he smiles at Valentino and slips inside. Valentino rubs his right arm as he passes, making sure to push under his T-shirt sleeve and brush across his mark, and watches as Marc practically melts into him.

God.

“Beer?” Valentino offers when he pulls his hand away. Not really allowed, but. Well. He’s Valentino Rossi.

Marc shakes his head, face serious. Valentino would think he was punishing himself if he didn’t know how Marc is when it’s about racing. “Well done,” he offers instead.

With a sharp grin, Valentino reaches out for the bottle opener and pries his own beer open. “You were two seconds ahead.”

Smile completely gone, Marc narrows his eyes, bites the inside of his cheek, like Valentino is a journalist pushing for a punchy quote.

“You’re already the champion,” Valentino continues. He lets the words hang between them. “No need to push.”

Marc shrugs. “I still want to win.”

“Hm.” Of course he does. Valentino takes a sip. The beer is Australian, of course, and he twists his lips when he swallows. It lingers in his mouth.

“What?”

“You didn’t need to crash.”

“It’s not like I’m trying to.”

The burning pit is back in Valentino’s gut. For a second, he forgets he’s not talking to Uccio. “I didn’t ask for this, but the least you can do is not try to kill yourself every weekend.”

Marc blinks, recoils.

Too much, Valentino realises, too much, too far. Shit.

“No one asks for their soulmates,” Marc says slowly.

I bet you did. It washes over him, the shadow of it; if he didn’t know that Marc didn’t make this happen, couldn’t, any more than Valentino could stop it—if he didn’t know that—

He swallows the ghost of resentment down, because he does know that. Marc may have wanted it—clear in the way he hung on Valentino even before they found themselves twisted together, clear in the wondrous disbelief that night in California—but he could never have made this happen.

He’s watching Valentino now, something like hurt dancing in his eyes. “But you still—” He’s so young, face open and wanting. “You still want me. Right?”

“If I didn’t want you, you wouldn’t be here.”

Marc blinks again. Then he tilts his head, expression slanting into something else. “Prove it.”

And now—now they’re wrong-footed, because Marc is the one who comes to his motorhome, to his hotel room. Valentino calls; he answers. Not now.

Valentino puts the bottle down, takes him in: arms folded, jaw set, halfway across the room now. Marc narrows his eyes—come on then—and it’s two, two and a half steps to stand in front of him, to reach for him like a memory, to find, even under Honda colours, the part of Marc’s body where Valentino lives.

It works like a charm, of course, like pushing a button to say here I am. Marc inhales, loosens, and then he’s reaching too. When his thumb dances over the mark, Valentino’s eyes nearly roll back in his head.

It’s smug, Marc’s smile, as he drops his hand. He has his answer. He has Valentino.

Just like he wants. Valentino swallows. If he didn’t know better—

He almost jabs his nail into Marc’s arm this time, earning a sharp gasp for his efforts, and the Honda cap has to come off then, so he can kiss the sound out of him, so he can dig in again and feel teeth on his bottom lip for it. Marc pushes forward, hands grasping at him, and they’re back, order restored, points proven.

How could he not want this? How would he not have chosen this, if it had been up to him?

“That beer is shit,” Marc hisses into his mouth. It startles a genuine laugh out of Valentino just as the backs of his legs hit the bed and he pulls Marc down into his lap.

Marc, once again, looks satisfied at the reaction, like he’s cataloguing it. Like he still can’t believe, more than a year later, where he is.

Valentino busies himself with pulling Marc’s shirt off, which is infinitely easier than confronting that. His own shirt follows, discarded at their feet, and he looks up at Marc, presses a kiss to his soulmark.

He thinks Marc sobs, half-bitten-off and swallowed. His palm is hot when it lands on Valentino, on the mark, and holds, desperate. “Vale—”

“Mm?”

When Marc kisses him this time, it’s enough for the knot to untangle and slide away, because he’s here, he’s alive, he’s an idiot but he’s Marc, and that’s all it takes to forgive him for now.

“Happy?” Valentino murmurs.

Marc hums. Clearly, Valentino is forgiven too.

If there had been anything left of their posturing stand-off, if it hadn’t already been blown away by Marc’s devastating unspooling whimper, it would never have withstood the moan Valentino lets out when Marc slips a hand inside his waistband and leans down to scrape his teeth over soulmarked skin at the same time. It’s liquid gold, coiling through his body, starbursting behind his eyes.

They’re good together. Really fucking good.

He pulls free so he can shift up the bed until he’s against the headboard; Marc comes with him, willing, slides into the space between Valentino’s spread legs and kneels there.

“Marc,” Valentino breathes.

“Mi marca,” is what he gets back in Spanish, because—

Because.

“My Marc.” It’s the only time he comes close to allowing it to be part of him, when Marc is here in front of him, warm spun-gold breathed to life. His.

Marc’s fingers are on his dick again, moving with a purpose that tells Valentino exactly what he wants. Fine. No complaints.

He slides both thumbs around Marc’s waistband to the front of his jeans, fumbles the fucking button when he gets there. Marc cackles—yeah, haha, hilarious—and moves his hips up so Valentino can get better purchase, so he can pull denim and boxers down in the same yanking movement.

Right hand on Marc’s thigh, left one clasping his shoulder, that thumb brushing over his soulmark again and again—Marc closes his eyes, breaths shuddering out of him, and they sit in it for a long moment, on the blissful cliff edge, before Valentino squeezes his thigh, squeezes his arm, and moves his right hand to brush over Marc’s cock.

They’re good together. They’re so good.

——

Reality sometimes for Valentino is tinged with warmth and golden smiles and Marc. More often, it finds him with a cold dread at the base of his skull, even with Marc’s body twisted around his. Wound together: it’s a little on the nose. The starburst fades.

“You need to stop crashing,” Valentino says, because he can’t leave it alone, can’t turn it off. Picking at the scab.

Marc only rolls his eyes, but it’s all fizzling out like someone’s thrown the sparkler in a bucket, heat and light gone.

“I am serious. Look. Here.” He lets his hand rest on Marc’s arm, just below the shoulder.

You have a piece of my soul in your body, is what he doesn’t say. A part of me would die with you.

Their lives are not their own, after all. He swallows back a scream.

“I don’t try to crash,” Marc whispers back instead of promising anything, because he is Marc, and he will hurtle headfirst into a highside if he thinks he might win.

Valentino sighs and lets his hand drop away. Marc catches it, pushes closer until their chests are pressed together with their twined fingers in between. It’s as good of an apology as either of them are going to get.

Then Marc yawns, cracks the tension with the click of his jaw. Valentino’s sharp laugh jolts out of him, sending pulses through their bodies where they’re touching.

“Long day?”

“Long fucking day,” Marc grumbles, and he’s rolling off, out of the bed, stumbling to the bathroom.

Valentino, suddenly strung out and weary with it, cleans himself with the tissues on the nightstand, and presses the back of his head against the headboard. He’s still sitting there, sitting up with the weight of forever in his hands, when Marc emerges and climbs back into bed beside him.

“When is your flight?” Marc asks through another yawn.

“Not until the afternoon. Sleep as late as you want to.”

He doesn’t move, only shifting his right arm to let Marc curl in, head turned towards him. Towards the mark. It’s not long before he’s asleep.

And Valentino doesn’t move. His stomach knots: a familiar hurt this time, years of it.

This is—it’s forever.

Marc has him, palm of his hand. Sometimes it’s as if he doesn’t even feel it, he doesn’t know—the weight of it.

It’s almost like being seventeen again, nauseous twist in his stomach, shit beer staining his tongue. I didn’t choose this, he tells Uccio in his memory. I couldn’t choose this, he cries to the uncaring night.

Valentino doesn’t move, but Marc does, tucks his head further in, nose catching the mark and sending warmth flooding through Valentino’s veins. In return, he drags his knuckles over Marc’s arm, smiling despite himself at the content, deep-sleep sigh.

I wish I had.

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Yeosang As Your Boyfriend

Boyfriend

(n.) A person who 90% of the time annoy you, and 10% of the time makes you forget the 90%

Ateez masterlist here

Yeosang is a quiet and shy person. He is not the type to say "I love you" all the time. Instead, he shows his love through his actions. He is always there for you, no matter what. He listens to you when you need to talk. He makes you laugh when you're feeling down. He does little things to make your life easier, like making you breakfast in bed or running errands for you. He is always thinking of you, and he always puts your needs before his own.

Even after dating for a long time, he will still blush like a tomato when you give him a sudden kiss. It's like his heart is racing and he can't control his emotions. He might even stammer or stutter a bit as he tries to say something. But even though he's shy, he can't hide his feelings for you. But he can also be so clingy. When he's feeling cuddly, he'll shyly pull you in close. He might wrap his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulder. Or he might just sit next to you and hold your hand. He loves the feeling of being close to you, and he doesn't want to let you go. His shyness and clinginess are two sides of the same coin. He's so passionate about you, but he's also afraid of being hurt. So he hides his feelings behind a mask of shyness. But when he's feeling safe and secure, he lets his guard down and shows you how much he cares.

He prefers to call or come over in person rather than texting. He finds it easier to communicate his thoughts and feelings when he's talking to someone face-to-face. He also feels like he can build a stronger connection with someone when he's able to see their facial expressions and hear their tone of voice. If you text him and don't get a response, it's probably because he's busy or he doesn't have his phone with him. But if you don't hear from him for a few hours, you can expect him to knock on your door. He'll probably say something like, "I'm sorry I didn't text you back. I was in the middle of something and I didn't want to interrupt." He's not trying to be rude or dismissive. He just prefers to communicate in a way that he feels is more personal and meaningful. So if you're ever in doubt, just pick up the phone and call him. He'll be happy to hear from you.

“Are you okay? I heard you’re not feeling well.' You know, Yeosang can make your heart melt every single day. I’m not gonna lie. I mean, just look at him. He’s so kind and caring, and he always knows how to make you feel better. When you’re feeling sick, he’s the first one to bring you soup or make you a cup of tea. He’ll rub your back or forehead if you’re feeling feverish. He’ll even stay up with you all night if you can’t sleep. And it’s not just when you’re sick that he’s so thoughtful. He’s always thinking of you, and he always knows how to make you smile. He’ll surprise you with your favorite flowers or a thoughtful gift. He’ll cook you your favorite meal or take you on a romantic date. I’m telling you, Yeosang is the perfect boyfriend. He’s kind, caring, thoughtful, and he can make your heart melt every single day.

Yeosang is a confident guy, so he doesn't worry about you cheating on him. He knows that you're loyal to him, and he trusts you completely. However, he's also a bit of a tease, so he's going to make fun of you if someone flirts with you. He'll probably say something like, "Oh, so you're popular now, huh?" or "I guess I need to step up my game." when he saw you getting flustered by the other guy's flirting, he couldn't help but laugh. He tried to hold it in, but he just couldn't contain himself. Eventually, you couldn't take it anymore. You turned to Yeosang and said, "Shut up, Kang Yeosang." He just laughed and said, "I'm just kidding, babe. I couldn't help it." But sometimes he's also not afraid to show his jealousy. If he sees another guy flirting with you, he'll make it clear that you're his. He might give the guy a deathly glare, or he might even drag you away. He'll probably also say something like, "He's ugly. Don't talk to him."

Yeosang is a very private person. He doesn't like to share his emotions with others, especially when he's angry. So when he's mad, he'll just give you the silent treatment. He might also avoid you and other people. This can be frustrating, but it's also a sign that he's trying to calm down. If you're ever in a situation where Yeosang is giving you the silent treatment, it's important to give him space. Don't try to force him to talk. Just let him know that you're there for him when he's ready to talk. Eventually, Yeosang will come around and explain what he's mad about. And when he does, it's important to listen to him and try to understand his point of view. If you can do that, you'll be able to resolve the argument and move on.

There was a time when Yeosang felt insecure about whether he was good enough for you or if he was making you happy. He would sit really close to you, his hand on yours, and ask you what you thought about him being your boyfriend. You thought it was a silly question because you were so happy to have him.

[listenheresweaty]

c!wilbur X reader Headcanons

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this is stuff I had sent around as asks to old friends and am now posting— some additions have been made to the pogbur one.

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I believe Revivebur would not be able to handle flirting. I’m talking old-fashioned Victorian flirting: showing up at his house (Phil’s house, we all know the man is a squatter) with flowers, writing him poetry, kissing him on the back of the hand— you know.  it’s the one kind of flirting that would be most effective because he doesn’t know how to react to it. He can’t get his guard up on time, so he’s just left flabbergasted. Absolutely bamboozled, mouth open, eyes wide, completely stunned. The first time at least.  not that all the following times go any smoother for him.

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Pogtopia Wilbur finding love letters around his room in the ravine. Anonymous, always some sickly sweet poem. His first reaction is paranoia, then anger, then a mix of the two— who’s sending these? Are they joking? What are they planning?

But he can’t bring himself to throw them away. He keeps them stashed in his pockets and under his ratty mattress. As time goes on, he actually lets himself smile at the notes sometimes. Reread them, even, when he’s laying down on his bed with only a flickering lamp for company.

But he never tries to figure out who’s sending them. He avoids it, actually, in fear that it’ll become too real if he ever sees his admirer’s face. That if he finds out who it is, he’ll ruin that relationship too.

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thinking about revivebur and baths

in a completely sfw sense---- with the combination of water temperature and body heat, him taking a bath with his s/o must be very warm. thaws out any chill or ache from spending eons in limbo

its not much of a bath and more of a cuddle session while mostly submerged in hot water

you make up for pulling him out of the tub (which he sleepily protested) by wrapping him in a towel and drying off his hair, letting him go limp as he clings onto you, eyes closed as you rub the towel into his scalp

and afterwards, the feeling of being clean as he slips into bed? its heaven. best sleep he's gotten in a while. 

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Thinking about Lmanbur.

Finding wilbur asleep at his presidential desk and carrying him to his chambers despite being a little over half his height. Maybe he wakes up halfway to the room, and he’s just being carried around like a doll. Imagine if he flails around in surprise and ends up knocking the both of you over. 

S c a l p.        m a s s a g e s.  during the stressful time of the election

Imagine coming in late at night to find him still working at his desk. The two of you start talking, and you end up on the floor, sitting across from each other, toes touching and knees brought up to your chests (his back against his desk and yours against the wall). At one point he starts talking about the war, and it turns to him holding out his hands, palms facing up. You meet him in the middle, reaching out your own hands to hold his, gently tracing the scars. Eyes soft and downcast, he stares at his hands as you pet them, murmuring some quiet thoughts about the effects of the war and the difficulty of being president— the distant look in his eyes almost suggesting that he’s talking to himself. But then he looks up at you, face grim and tired and so worn, yet relieved that there’s at least one person he can be human with, without the constant fear of accidentally ruining their image of a confident, silver tongued president and revolutionary (no matter how hard you try and assure him that nobody would think less of him if he showed weakness for once– especially not tommy. But it's like talking to a brick wall). You hold your arms out, open, and he just pitches forward slowly, head coming to rest on your chest as he slumps against you. His hair tickles your face and you scrunch up your nose, running a hand through the brown curls to flatten them away from his face… which makes him sigh happily at the feeling and go limp. Eventually he falls asleep. 

Offering a kiss for every hour he sleeps and abstains from work. He sleeps for eight hours? Eight kisses in the morning! He sleeps for only three? Only three. Good incentive, but you can hardly convince yourself to stick to the plan and always end up giving him more kisses than he had “earned”-- because in reality he deserves all of them.

[fandomscraziness22]

Ooooo, blue salvia for literally whoever you want! I promise I'm going to watch Lockwood and Co next week while I'm on break, so it really is dealer's choice! I'll love it regardless!

hi my wonderful friend!! so i chose lockwood and co, slight book spoilers, in the hopes of hyping you up to watch the show! also i changed up the wording because i forgot what the actual prompt was lololol

SPOILERS FOR THE CREEPING SHADOW!!

blue salvia (i think of you) — “here. this made me think of you.”

Lucy’s been back at Lockwood and Co, back with George and Lockwood and Holly, for a few days now. After the dust settles on the creeping shadow case, the team has no choice but to relearn how to live together.

And Lucy isn’t quite sure if George is still mad at her or not.

Obviously, he isn’t mad enough to leave her and Lockwood hanging in the middle of a job, but in the quiet and calm of the aftermath, he’s been avoiding her. 

And it hurts, because she misses her best friend.

Lockwood is also her friend, but he’s different from George, and Lucy doesn’t really want to try and sort out her complicated emotions about their leader, so thinking about George is easier. But he skips out of the room when she enters, and he avoids eye contact at the dinner table, and he doesn’t crack quite as many jokes to her as he used to.

Just another thing Lucy broke after she left, she supposes. Her own damn fault. And now she’s got to pick up the pieces.

So she tries. She directs her questions to him, makes sure to include him in their planning, asks him about the food he’s making. 

Slowly, the frost melts between them, but George still hasn’t given her a full smile—the one she could count on to make her grin in return—and it’s driving her insane. Lucy has half a mind to corner him and demand he take her out for pizza so they can just talk and she can clear the air between them. She even asks Lockwood for help, but he simply shrugs and says, “He’ll come around, Luce. You’re family, and George doesn’t hold grudges against family.”

So she waits and she tries and if she maybe screams into her pillow one night because her friend can be simply infuriating? That’s her own business.

The last of her things arrive at Portland Row, and Lucy is officially, finally, completely moved back in. She’s setting up the few fancy dresses and skirts she owns in her closet when someone knocks on her door.

“Yes?” She calls, but there’s no reply, so Lucy shrugs and finishes shoving the last of her clothes into her dresser and throwing the bags into the pile she’s dubbed the ‘take downstairs when she finally gets tired of having them in her room’ corner.

It’s close to tea time, so with one final look around the room, Lucy nods to herself and heads to the kitchen. When she gets there, she stops dead in shock.

On the table is a brand new sketchbook and a stack of colored pencils. 

Lucy lets out a soft “oh,” as she steps forward and reverently opens the sketchbook, runs her fingers over the pencils. Her stash of art supplies is very low, having had no time to devote to it as a freelancer (and nothing to write on; she hadn’t realized just how important the thinking cloth had become to her until she lost that along with her family). 

“I figured it was time to add some color to our thinking cloth.”

The voice startles her, and Lucy whips around to see George carrying the kettle in from the library. Lockwood must have left it there by accident this morning.

Lucy looks between the art supplies and her friend, eyebrows raising. “You…”

“Your doodles have always been the best, no question,” he says in that rushed way George sometimes gets around all that ‘touchy-feely’ stuff. “I saw that in a shop today, and it made me think of you. Plus, I was thinking of making my own little cookbook someday. You know, write down all my favorite recipes and how I’ve modified them.”

George bustles about, getting their tea and biscuits ready, and Lucy simply watches in awe at this undeserved display of affection.

“And I was hoping that maybe you would want to illustrate it, since you’re an artist and I don’t draw anything that can’t be construed as an insult.”

Lucy giggles, recognizing the truth, and the heart, behind his words. George wants her to draw for him.

It’s an apology and a gift and a re-affirmation of his love for her, all rolled into one.

“I would love that,” Lucy says, and he finally turns to look at her, expression hesitant, though he’s got no reason to be.

Seeing that his hands are empty so there’s nothing she could knock over, Lucy rushes to him and throws her arms around her friend. “Thank you, George,” she whispers.

George hugs her back, squeezing tightly for a moment as if to remind himself that she really is here.

“Welcome home, Lucy,” he says, pulling away to give her a full-on grin.

send me a flower prompt!

[bloogers-boogers]

do you have any more yandere/possessive kyle brain juice?? 👀👀

Oh~ I see I got a risk taker here 💅

I wouldn’t say I’m into the idea of Kyle going all yandere on Cartman, cause I just don’t see that happening because I feel it’s too far off from his character unless it’s some gag then maybe?

However, I DO see him sabotaging alot of Cartman’s relationships like some crazy obsessive psychopath.

If Cartman were to marry somebody while he’s actually been around Eric for the longest time waiting patiently for an opportunity, then yes, you could bet he would try sabotaging the wedding and if he fails he’ll try to break their marriage somehow.

I see Kyle as this sly bitter man who wants things handed to him even if he outright says outloud that people have to work hard to get what they want to archive. And yes, you could see Kyle working his ass off for superficial things, to boost his imagine as a man who has got his shit together.

However behind walls he's far from that, he's a sad lonely broken man who's only goal in life is to pursue this image of what's considered normal for a man his age "follow the typical stereotypes" of what you're supposed to be doing instead of what he truly would want to do.

And the only mistake he's done is not working or even attempting to change his relationship with Cartman; the only person worth Kyle's wait.

The only person he'd dive deep inside a abyss for, actually make an effort to change, the only person who'll give him that life he so desperately craves; one that isn't planned, one that's unexpected, thrilling in a sense. He loves how unpredictable Cartman is and what chaotic things it'll bring alongside with into his life.

They're ladies that come and go; Kyle is shit when it comes to relationships cause he is a closeted cartmansexual! Jsjsjs he's so down bad for Cartman man, he subconsciously puts their dynamic onto the women he's dating sometimes just to make it 'spicy' and interesting, even being an ass and intentionally forcing them to eat more.

It's sad cause it's shown in canon that Cartman can move on from this obsession with Kyle but Kyle can't.

He so craves Cartman's soul to be only bonded to him even if denies it with a passion.

He'll preferred a hundred times over the choice of Cartman being just as alone and miserable as him than for Cartman to be happy with out him.

So I can picture him snapping at some point, photoshopping Cartman with some woman making it look he was having an affair and sending it to his wife and anonymously spreading doubts to her.

Considering in this au I see Kyle being still considered a "close friend" for Cartman and his family. I see Cartman's wife knocking at the door in the middle of the night with just her night robe and slippers on while her makeup was a pouring mess. Kyle feigned ignorance and added a small gasp which was completely fake, "what happened, Elizabeth?" He rested his hand on her shoulder to mimic sympathy, gesturing inside, "come on in, I'll make you a cup of coffee."

She explained with full detail of what happened as Kyle nodded attentively while sipping his cup of coffee.

"I just- why would Eric ever do this to me? I never thought he'd be the type of man that-" she began bawling once more; devastated. Kyle wince by the noise she emitted.

Kyle denies with his head now feigning disbelief despite wanting to kick her out and get back to bed, "well, it is Cartman and I did warned you before marrying him that he was— something."

She wiped her tears, nodding now "understanding" Kyle's "concerning" intentions before, "you always been such a great friend, Kyle," she smiled sadly standing up from the table as she approached him as he rested himself in the counter.

"I should've just listened to you from the start, you we're just worrying for me and I shoved all away your warning and I'm so sorry," she grabbed Kyle's free had in a pleading gesture.

Kyle had to hold back a mischievous smile, before placing his cup in the counter, "no hard feelings he's quite a good actor."

"So you do believe he actually did cheat? Tell me the truth, Kyle, you know him better than anyone-"

'You got that right,' Kyle thought shallow.

"You're his friend so you must know if he do such thing."

'Surprisingly he would not, but you should know that if you actually knew him.'

"Look Elizabeth," he shush her hand away courteously, as he touched the tiles of the counter with his fingers, "Cartman's my friend, but I can admit when he's a bigoted selfish lying dick. Trust me, he definitely cheated on you."

Elizabeth bawled even harder and smash her face against Kyle's chest, Kyle looked at her in disgust cause he knew damn well she was gonna leave all her damn snot all over his pj's.

After a couple of minutes she calmed down and immediately came on to him, grabbing his arm and pressing her knee against his crotch, whispering in a sultry manner, "maybe I should try paying him back with the same coin?"

Any man would've folded, however Kyle wasn't one of them unfazed and indifferent to her provocative touch.

Kyle thought for a moment, this would definitely guarantee Cartman leaving her. However if he ever found out he was the one to had slept with her Cartman would never forgive him for it.

Besides, a easy slut like her was not deserving of his body, so he pushed her away denying with his hand, "I'm not the type of man who'll volunteer in adultery. Besides, Cartman's still my friend whatever goes on with you guys isn't my issue to get involved with." He smiled lightly, "however I do wish you much luck."

And with that she left quite bitter for being rejected but took it as initiative to start packing her shit and leave Cartman.

Kyle smiled proud and accomplished of himself while taking another sip of his now cold coffee.

[cold-heart-warm-writings]

Most to least likely to help *you* rearrange *your* room in the middle of the night, when you knock on their door at 1am 

Most likely to help - Itadori - THIS KID JUST WANTS TO HELP PEOPLE AND MAKE THEM SMILE! Chances are he’s also still awake, even if you knock on his door at 2:37am. He’s playing video games, watching a movie or show, reading a comic, or possibly even rearranging his own room. If you need help, he is down. And if you offer a snack or beverage, he’ll race you back to your room to help.

Yuta - This kid, like Itadori, is also a people pleaser, and figures sure, why not help out? He could use a distraction from whatever existential crisis he was going through while staring at the ceiling.

Nobara - In theory, she would be fantastic. She’s strong, would love middle of the night dance parties with loud throwback music while you moved furniture around. But in practice, she wants to direct where everything should go, and then bails with your bed in the middle of the floor, clothes everywhere, desk tilted on its side for some reason, complete and utter chaos, because she needs her “beauty sleep”

Maki - Again, in theory, she is the number one person (after Itadori) that I would want to hire to help me move (apartments/houses/in general) and to move my furniture around. But if you ask her in the middle of the night… she’s either exhausted from training, studying, or doesn’t understand why you can’t do it tomorrow when it’s not 1:30am.

Inumkai - He was having a lovely dream until you woke him up. He’s a bit grumpy as he mumbles “go to sleep”. This is both to help himself get rid of you, but he also genuinely thinks that you are rearranging everything because you can’t sleep, and not for the true reason, that sometimes it’s fun to make things over in the middle of the night. 

Panda - Would make up some excuse as to why he can’t. “It’s because I’m a panda!” Well that doesn’t stop him from still hunting down curses and doing everything else, “I’m… hibernating.” “It’s the middle of the summer.” *fake snores* “......”

Least Likely - Megumi - He won’t even open the door. You can walk right on back to your own room with that midnight nonsense. Check with Itadori next door though, he might be willing to help.

[borahae-777]

The Truth Untold -- Chapter 18: You Are The One Who Made Me

Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook, Yoongi x Jimin

Word Count: Fic in progress, 190k so far. 3k-5k per chapter

Chapter Summary:

He crawls into bed next to Taehyung and wraps his arms around his sleeping form. He tugs him in under his chin and kisses the top of his head as he feels himself start to drift off too. He inhales the scent wafting from his hair and something clicks inside him. This is all he’s ever going to need. More than the band, more than the music, more than his friends. It hits him how long he’s been in love with this man but in complete denial of it. Years of history bolster them and he doesn’t know how he could have been so blind. He may be asleep, but Jungkook can’t wait any longer to say it out loud.

I love you.

Warnings: Eventual Smut, BDSM, 18+, MxM

Taehyung is in the studio with Yoongi a few weeks later going over their song to make sure it’s album-ready. He appreciates his hyung’s perfectionism, this song is everything to him. It’s a love letter to Jungkook when he thought he’d never get to have him again. Now they’re finally free and this song is the magnet that drew them back to each other.

“Hyung, I think it’s absolutely amazing. There’s nothing else we need to tweak. It’s done.”

“I agree with you there. It’s great. We need a title though.”

“I have one. What do you think about The Truth Untold?”

“Taehyung, that’s perfect. It encapsulates the feel of the song. Well done.”

“Thanks, hyung. I’m excited to share this with the fans. It feels like my way of telling them who I am. Speaking of which, when are you and Jimin going to tell everyone that you’re together? You’re still hiding and it’s completely unnecessary.”

“I know. I was ready to tell people right away and at first Jimin agreed, but then something happened and I don’t know what it is. I’m tired of sneaking in and out of each other’s rooms in the middle of the night. He’s been off, has he said anything to you?”

“No, not really. I know he’s not okay, but all he’d tell me is that it had nothing to do with any of us and that he’ll get over it. It’s not like him to act this way.”

“Try and coax something out of him. I don’t mind not knowing what it is. I just want him to be able to talk to someone.”

“I think I will, hyung. Maybe I’ll go find him right now. Are we done here?”

“Absolutely, go find Jimin.”

Taehyung gives Yoongi a back hug, ignoring the whining objections and jogs from the room smiling. He’s come to appreciate his friendship with his grumpiest hyung so much, their connection is a bit different than his with anyone else. It also gives him the ability to watch over Jimin and Yoongi’s relationship. He trusts them, but he will always worry about his soulmate.

He walks out of the company and gets into the car waiting for him in the parking garage. He asks the driver to stop at the store to grab some of Jimin’s favorite snacks and then take him to the dorm. He’s hoping they can have a low-key night and he can maybe get some answers as to what’s been going on. He arrives at the dorm and makes a beeline for Jimin’s room, knocking with his foot since his hands are full of food. The door opens and Jimin’s face breaks into a smile seeing Taehyung standing there.

“Taetae! You know we can’t eat like this, we’ve got three nights at Gocheok coming up next week!”

“Eh, live a little Jiminie.”

Taehyung pushes into the room and drops all the snacks on Jimin’s desk before throwing himself onto the bed and crawling under the covers. He’s immediately tackled and tickled, shrieking and squirming. They wrestle for a bit before he wins by sinking his teeth into Jimin’s shoulder and the other man gives in.

They pass the next few hours like they would any other night: movies, snuggles, jokes, games. It’s nice to just relax with your best friend sometimes. Taehyung doesn’t want to ruin the mood, and is too content at this moment. He decides that if and when Jimin is ready to talk, he’ll go to someone. There’s no need to push. He seems much more like himself tonight anyway.

********

Jimin has just walked out of the dressing room, hair coiffed and makeup perfect. He heads towards the stage for his sound check and feels his nerves jangling. Performing at Gocheok is so meaningful to them and he wants to be perfect. He’s giving himself a pep talk when he hears someone call his name and turns to see Dae-Hyun tentatively walking towards him.

“Jimin-ssi, hi. Could we talk?”

“No, absolutely not. You don’t get to try and explain yourself now.”

“Please, what I have to say is very important. I care about you so much.”

“That’s hilarious, Dae-Hyun. Could have fooled me.”

Jimin turns his back on the other man and stalks out towards the stage, determined to succeed more than ever. He refuses to let Dae-Hyun find out how much losing his friendship has impacted him the past few weeks. He’s starting to remember why they don’t make friends outside of each other. Who else can they really trust?

He heads to the stage and watches the rap line finish up their soundcheck, getting lost in the way that Yoongi raps. His smooth cadence, the rhythm that bounces through his body, even the way he holds the microphone. Jimin can’t believe he’s lucky enough to be with such an incredibly talented and sexy man. He’s going to try his best to not get distracted by him on stage. He wishes they had fanservice duties like Jungkook and Taehyung. They get to hang all over each other when they perform.

They finish up on stage and Yoongi turns and catches his eye. The gummy smile that spreads across his face is worth the pain they went through. That smile is for him and him alone. He wants nothing more than to run to him and plant a kiss on his lips, but he can’t do that here. He knows it’s time to tell the members about them, but he’s scared. He likes living in their own little private world.

“Ready Jiminie? Go do what you do best.”

“Thanks, Yoongi-hyung. You guys were great.”

Yoongi subtly runs a hand down his arm and across his palm, the most daring they have the ability to be in front of all this staff. Even that light touch makes Jimin grit his teeth and take deep breaths. He can’t get aroused here and definitely not in these pants. He loves ARMY, but he doesn’t need to show them that much of himself. He clears his throat as he walks onto the stage and sees Yoongi smirk at how flustered he is at something so small.

The rest of the night goes smoothly, they’ve accomplished something amazing here. Everyone played their parts perfectly and are feeling confident about how the next two nights will go. They’re in the dressing room removing their makeup and stage clothes, excitedly chattering about the highlights of the night, when Namjoon suddenly stands up and excuses himself to make a phone call.

Jimin shakes it off and grabs his bag and shoes. He tells everyone he’s going to head back to the dorm and meets Yoongi’s eyes as he walks out the door. He excuses himself too and follows Jimin out of the room to grab a car together. They sit in the far back, on opposite sides of the seat and staring out the window. The building comes into view and Jimin’s pulse speeds up. They exit the car and head upstairs, Yoongi following him into his room.

The door barely closes when he has a hand against his throat shoving him up against the wall of the entryway. His air cuts off and his eyes half-close as they focus on Yoongi’s face. He has that perfect look on his face, that look that says Jimin is in for a wild ride.

“So Jimin-ah, did you think you were funny running your hand along my hip when you walked by me on stage tonight? How about when you backed up into me as you bent over to pick up your water bottle? Does that amuse you? Hmm? Teasing Daddy?”

Jimin can only nod and smirk, unable to get enough air to respond with words.

“You little brat. You’re in for it now.”

Yoongi leans forward and runs a tongue across his parted lips before he releases his throat in favor of grabbing the hair at the back of his head. Jimin tries to resist, but is forced down to his knees. Yoongi unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down to his knees without ever releasing his hold on his hair.

He shoves his already-hard cock into Jimin’s mouth, pushing as far in as he can until he hears and feels the choking he was looking for. He’s looking down as if he’s a god sneering at a lowly follower. Jimin’s veins are molten lava as he savors the weight of Yoongi sliding back and forth over his tongue. He lets out little whimpers, playing into his punished sub role.

“That’s it, that’s my little toy. You like this don’t you? Daddy using you?”

Jimin groans and swirls his tongue around Yoongi’s head in response, opening his mouth as wide as possible. His own cock is aching, he’s desperate to be touched and can’t control his next move. He reaches down and starts palming himself through his pants, needing some sort of relief.

“Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing? Absolutely not.”

Yoongi pulls his cock out of Jimin’s mouth and hauls him up with a tight hand on his jaw. He grabs the collar of his shirt and drags him across the room, throwing him down onto the floor in front of his dresser. He knows what to do without being told, excitedly digging through his drawers for their restraints while trying to keep a straight face. He pulls out the pile of soft cuffs and hands them to Yoongi.

The restraints are soft velcro cuffs, one for each limb if they want, with loose straps hanging off of each one. Yoongi had found them while searching the internet for bondage items and brought them to Jimin to see if he liked them. They’re incredibly versatile and they’ve found very fun ways to tie Jimin up with the different straps.

Yoongi orders him onto the bed and he lays down on his back like a starfish, not knowing which limbs are going to be cuffed. He closes his eyes and feels a strap tighten around each wrist, body breaking out into goosebumps. He’s told to sit up and the straps pull down until his hands are tied together tight against his lower back. He wriggles around, pretending to break free and gets the response he wanted.

“You really don’t learn, do you?”

Yoongi shoves him backwards until his back is pressed up against the headboard and holds his head still. Jimin grits his teeth, knowing what’s coming next and feeling more eager for it than ever before. The sharp strike of that big hand against his face makes him cry out and clench his legs together, trying to do anything for his leaking cock. His mouth drops open and his eyelids are heavy.

“There you go, that’s the obedient face I wanted. Now let Daddy do what he wants.”

Yoongi reaches forward to open the buttons of Jimin’s shirt and peel the jeans from his legs. He’s glad he decided to forgo underwear today and based on the look on Yoongi’s face, he’s not the only one. He watches his boyfriend’s face turn hungry as he kneels between Jimin’s open legs. He leans forward, stopping just short of Jimin’s cock and it jumps in anticipation.

“Oh, does someone still want to be touched?”

“Mmph. Please, Daddy.”

“I don’t know, Jiminie. Are you going to be a good boy from here on out? No more pushback?”

“I promise, I promise. I’ll be the best little toy you’ve ever played with.”

“God, I love when you beg.”

Yoongi closes the gap and takes Jimin into his mouth in one quick stroke. He squeezes his base with one hand as he slides back and forth, tongue slipping up and into his slit. Jimin’s body bucks forwards and he feels a lightning bolt shoot straight up his stomach. Yoongi has gotten so good at this, taking him deeper little by little. He’s convinced that someday he’ll be able to deepthroat and there’s no way that that blowjob will last long. He can feel the tingle starting in his toes that means he’s getting close and he starts to twitch. Suddenly the perfect wet heat surrounding his cock disappears and he almost screams at the loss.

“What a good boy. I think you’re ready for more, don’t you? Do you remember your safe gesture?”

Jimin snaps his fingers in response and Yoongi smirks before leaving the room entirely. Jimin is confused and excited, while also a little scared, being left alone tied up like this. He knows that he could be left here for any amount of time, whatever his boyfriend decides. The door opens again a lot sooner than he expected, Yoongi walking in holding a bag. He pulls out a bottle of lube and a ball gag, sending anticipatory shivers up Jimin’s body. No time is wasted as the rubber ball forces his mouth open, tightly tied behind his head until his only choice is to clench down on it hard with his teeth.

He looks down his body and sees Yoongi squeezing lube from the bottle onto his hand, assuming he’s going to stroke him with it. His hand passes right over Jimin’s needy cock and behind until his fingers are stroking his ass. He gasps and gets a heady rush, they’ve discussed having sex and how to be safe about it, but Yoongi has never been ready. Could this mean…?

He draws in a sharp breath and dribbles a bit of saliva out of the side of his mouth when he feels one slender finger penetrating him. He grunts around the gag in his mouth and meets Yoongi’s eyes, trying to express how badly he wants more. He watches one eyebrow cock and a smirk grow across his face and knows he understands. A second finger spears in beside the first and they curl until they brush his prostate and he bucks up off the bed again, moaning. The fingers move inside him in every possible direction, preparing him for what’s to come. When a third joins them, he’s panting and sweating.

“Look how hungry my flower is. Maybe he wants something different here?”

Jimin tries to push desperate, pleading noises past his gag. There’s nothing in the world he wants more. He groans as he feels the fingers pull out of him, Yoongi climbing up his body to untie his ball gag and pull it from his mouth. He feels spit fall in a cascade from his lips, and knows how much the other man loves to see that.

“I’m going to need you to confirm that you’re okay with this, Jimin-ah.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. YES. Please. Please.”

“Okay sweetheart, make whatever noise you want for me.”

Yoongi undresses and grabs the bottle of lube again, coating his cock in it, and Jimin is treated to the sight of the man he loves stroking himself. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that Yoongi isn’t nervous at all about his first time with a man. He knows that in reality, he’s snapped into his dom space and will radiate confidence no matter what he may actually be feeling. He positions himself to line up with Jimin’s entrance and slowly starts to push his way inside.

“God. Hyung. The way you stretch me is so fucking good.”

“Call me that again.”

“Hyung.”

“Fuck, Jimin. You’re so filthy and so so so tight.”

Yoongi’s brow furrows as he continues to push until he bottoms out, drawing a long and low moan from the back of Jimin’s throat. He stills for a second, seemingly gathering his composure. He leans forward and plants a soft kiss on Jimin’s lips, almost a reassurance. He reaches back and unties Jimin’s hands, too impatient to remove the actual cuffs and Jimin immediately reaches up to cup his face and pull him in for another kiss. That makes Yoongi start to thrust back and forth and Jimin’s eyes roll back into his head.

Yoongi grabs the back of his neck and starts picking up speed, small puffs of breath coming from his mouth. Jimin whines at every thrust, reveling in the feeling of being filled to the brim. He brings his hands down to Yoongi’s ass and pulls him in tighter so that his stomach brushes up against Jimin’s cock.

“Yes, just like that, you feel amazing. More, hyung, more.”

Yoongi lets out a higher pitched groan than Jimin ever expected to hear from him and speeds up. The room fills with the sounds of panting, moaning, and skin hitting skin. Jimin thinks he can’t possibly take any more pleasure when he feels a hand wrap around his cock and start to stroke at the same rhythm as he’s being fucked. He screams at the top of his lungs.

“That’s right, darling. Scream for me. Scream.”

“Yoongi! Hyung! Daddy! Fuck!”

“Cum for me, Jimin-ah. Cum for me.”

Jimin tumbles over the edge, stars exploding behind his eyes. The orgasm never seems to end. It’s an exquisite pain traveling through every single inch of his body, he can barely catch his breath. His head feels fuzzy and he slightly registers the feel of Yoongi emptying deep inside him. His grasp on the world is faded, muffled. He floats in clouds of bliss and pleasure. He could stay here forever.

“Come here, sweetie. Let me clean you up.”

He feels something warm and wet swipe against his aching hole, run along the insides of his thighs and up over his stomach. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows he’s being cleaned up, but his limbs feel like concrete and he can’t seem to form words. The warmth disappears and he shivers as the cold air hits the now wet parts of his body. He feels the bed dip next to him and arms wrap around his body.

“Can you tell me your name?”

“Mm.”

“I need you to tell me your name, honey.”

“Mmph. Dunno.”

“Yes you do, come on my perfect boy, what’s your name?”

He feels soft kisses traveling over his face and a hand stroking up and down his arm. He starts to feel like the world is coming back into focus. He opens his eyes and turns his head to the side and sees the face of the man he loves. He hums under his breath. He smiles and leans forward to kiss those perfect lips.

“My name is Jimin. Your name is Yoongi.”

“There you go, welcome back.”

“That was kind of insane. How are you feeling?”

“Me? This is your aftercare, Jiminie!”

“I know, but this was essentially you losing your virginity all over again. Are you okay? Do you have any questions?”

“I’m okay. It’s you. I knew everything would be amazing. I was right. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.”

Jimin’s heart swells and it takes all of his willpower to not tell Yoongi that he loves him right then and there. He knows it’s not the right time, knows they need to talk to the members first. He knows it’s too early, that Yoongi is nowhere near there yet. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t yearn to tell him every time they look into each other's eyes.

He sighs and curls up on his side, burrowing his face into Yoongi’s bare chest. The soft strokes along his back are making him drift off already. He doesn’t know what he was ever scared of. He’s taken care of, safe here. He decides to say it in his head if he can’t say it out loud.

I love you, Yoongi.

********

Jungkook walks out onstage on their last night at Gocheok for his solo song, trying to bask in the beauty of this experience. Now that it’s coming to an end he feels that familiar tug at his gut. Every winter when they go on break to fine-tune the new album and stop performing for awhile, Jungkook feels like a part of him was left behind in all the venues they played that year. It’s not that he doesn’t love creating, but the stage is where he thrives.

He hits every note perfectly and can’t help but break into a bright smile as the crowd cheers. The rest of the group joins him onstage for the next song and Taehyung runs a hand along the back of his neck as he passes by. He’s never been more grateful to the fans for shipping them, they can get away with so much mischief on stage. He runs forwards and intertwines their fingers, laughing and waving as the roar of the crowd intensifies. This is everything.

When they say their final goodbyes later that night, Jungkook tugs Tae into a dark corner behind a curtain and kisses him slow and deep. He knows he shouldn’t, but they’ve learned that if they keep it to five seconds it’s too quick to get caught. He might take advantage of that discovery much more often than he should. “Take me home, Tae. I don’t want to go out with everyone. I just want to be with you tonight.”

“Let’s go grab our things, baby. We can relax at home. I’ll tell everyone.”

The two head to the dressing rooms to change and grab everything they need, quickly telling the group that they’re going to go home. No one questions them, they’ve all been very good about letting the maknaes have as much private time as they need. They get into one of the waiting vans at the private entrance and almost nod off on the way home. Taehyung can barely focus enough to put his key in the lock so Jungkook scoops him up into his arms and takes the keys.

He walks into the dorm, snuggling Tae’s head into the crook of his neck and kicking off his shoes. He carries him down the hall to his room and lays him down, smiling softly at the small noises that murmur from his slack lips. He goes to his dresser and grabs a set of his own sweats to change Tae into. He walks back over, pulls off his shoes and socks, and gently changes his clothes. He tugs the blankets out from under him and tucks him in, heading to the bathroom quickly to brush his teeth before hurrying back.

He crawls into bed next to Taehyung and wraps his arms around his sleeping form. He tugs him in under his chin and kisses the top of his head as he feels himself start to drift off too. He inhales the scent wafting from his hair and something clicks inside him. This is all he’s ever going to need. More than the band, more than the music, more than his friends. It hits him how long he’s been in love with this man but in complete denial of it. Years of history bolster them and he doesn’t know how he could have been so blind. He may be asleep, but Jungkook can’t wait any longer to say it out loud.

I love you.

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Namjoon is sitting in the BigHit conference room the day after their last show at Gocheok, tapping his pen on the table. For once he’s here before the CEO and that makes him even more nervous. He’d received an email after their first night at the Sky Dome saying that the private investigator had done some digging and will have a report ready by this morning. He had rushed out of the dressing room and called Bang Si-Hyuk immediately, wanting information sooner. The man had explained that he didn’t know anything more and that by the time they met this morning he’d have all the information.

Namjoon has been on edge ever since, worried out of his mind about who might be making their lives harder. He wonders if they’ll know exactly who it is and take care of it, or if there will just be loose theories to chase. He hasn’t told the others anything, they still don’t know that the note was left for Jungkook in the first place. He doesn’t want to scare anyone until he has actual answers. He nearly jumps out of his skin when the door at his back opens and the CEO walks in. He stands quickly to bow and wait for him to say something.

“Hi Namjoon. Great job at Gocheok this week, you all really impressed me.”

“Thank you, PD-nim. I’ll tell the others.”

“Yes, well, I’m sure you want to know what the investigator found. He made a list of the staff that were in Taiwan with you, both our people and the outside staff. He then dug into their backgrounds to see who might be a suspect. He doesn’t think whoever left the note was working with someone else, so that discounted the staff that doesn’t belong to us. Here’s a list of seven people who work with you all on a regular basis and would have had access to the dorms. I know all seven of these people and I would be shocked if anyone was the culprit, but this is the best lead we have for right now.”

He slides a piece of paper across the table and Namjoon grabs his pen to make notes next to each name.

Yang In-su (Director’s Assistant) So Kyubok (Stylist) Pyeong Hak-Kun(Cleaner) Ja Sang-Hee(Label Representative) Lee Dae-Hyun (Not a possibility) Gyeon Jiwoo(Makeup Artist) Park Kwan(Production Assistant)

“Thank you for hiring the investigator. I’ve taken my notes on the list, one name needs to be removed, but the others are worth looking into. Most of them are new to our staff, it could be any one of them.”

“Who needs to be removed?”

“Lee Dae-Hyun, he’s a close friend of Jimin’s and we’ve all started to become close with him as well. We haven’t seen him outside of work in a few weeks, but we intend to make more time to hang out with him now that things are quieter. He wouldn’t do this.” “Namjoon, I advise you to be cautious even when you think you know someone. You never know what’s going on inside their heads.”

“With all due respect, I don’t want to live my life that way. We’re able to choose who we can trust for ourselves and it’s been great for us all to make a friend outside our idol bubble. Don’t investigate Dae-hyun. He’s a good person.”

“Alright, I’ll strike him from the list and tell the investigator that you agree on the other six being possible suspects. I’ll contact you once we have more information.”

“Thank you for all your help, PD-nim.”

Namjoon stands and bows before walking out the door and down the hallway. Instead of heading back to the dorm he makes a beeline for Genius Lab where he knows he’ll find Yoongi. He wants to talk to him about the list of suspects and see if he should go to Jimin to have him warn Dae-Hyun that they may be investigating him. It’s time to bring someone else into the loop on what had happened in Taiwan.

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Yoongi hears a knock on the studio door and is surprised to see Namjoon standing there. It’s early enough the morning after a show that he imagined everyone else would still be sound asleep. He hasn’t been to bed yet himself, he felt energized and inspired after their last show at Gocheok and came here to tie up some loose ends before he went home. As usual, the hours disappeared and the sun had risen before he realized how tired he was.

He lets Namjoon inside, stifling a yawn and feeling concerned at the conflicted look on the leader’s face. That never brings good news with it. He wishes he could confide in him the way he used to, he wants to tell him everything about Jimin, but they both have to be on the same page and tell everyone together.

“Hey Joonie, is everything okay? Why are you up so early?”

“I had a meeting with Bang and I’m feeling a bit worried. I was hoping I could bounce some thoughts off of you.”

Namjoon goes on to tell him a story about a note left on Jungkook’s door in Taiwan and a lump grows in his throat. The poor maknae must have been terrified, he understands why they kept this a secret from the rest of him. He’s surprised he didn’t hear it from Taehyung, they’ve been working on the song together for weeks. Unless Tae doesn’t know? No, that’s not possible. He must.

“Wow, Joon, you didn’t have to carry this on your shoulders alone all this time. I understand wanting to take it off of Jungkook’s mind, but you need to let some of us carry the burden with you sometimes. You’re wearing yourself thin. What did Bang say today?”

“He gave me a list of suspects that the private investigator is looking into. All staff members who are relatively new to working with us, were in Taiwan, and have at some point in the last few months been in the dorm as well.”

“They don’t think it’s possible that someone had help? There could be multiple people involved in order to cover up any sort of trail.”

“Not so far. It’s not impossible, but it’s not an angle they’re looking into right now.”

“Okay…so what is it that’s worrying you?”

“The list had seven people on it. I struck one from the list and told Bang not to investigate him, that it definitely wasn’t him. Dae-Hyun.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen hearing Jimin’s friend’s name. He can’t imagine that being possible. They would have been able to read any sort of ill intention coming from him. Though, come to think of it, he hasn’t seen Dae-Hyun around in awhile and Jimin never brings him up anymore.

“Hyung, do you think I need to talk to Jimin about Dae-Hyun? To make sure he can be trusted? To have him pass along a warning? I’m not quite sure how to deal with this.”

“I’ll take care of it, Namjoon. I’ll talk to Jungkook and make sure it’s okay to bring Jimin into the loop and then I’ll talk through it with him.”

Namjoon lets out a deep sigh and gives him a look of relief. He feels for the leader, he has had far too much stress all these years. He takes care of everyone so well, it’s time one of them takes the lead on something.

“Stay here and rest a few minutes, I’ll just wrap up this last track and we can head back to the dorm together and both get some sleep. I just need ten minutes.”

As Yoongi fiddles with the controls, his mind goes back to where it has run back to for three days now.

Jimin told me loves me as he fell asleep. He wasn’t even aware of it. He had just been deep in subspace and it was an incredibly intimate experience for us both. Should I bring it up? Should I let it go until he’s ready to say it to me consciously? Should I tell him first? God, I love that man. I’ve been such a coward, I should just tell him. No, focus on this Jungkook issue first. There’s plenty of time for all that later.

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subby Jamie fluffy (Smut?) where he wakes up in the middle of the night and sucks on the readers titties to drink from her tits because she's lactating after giving birth to their daughter. I don't know if this makes sense but I hope it does!

Lactation Kink || James Potter

A/N: I'm not even sure if I should include "kink" but I will admit that there are some very smutty overtones so read at your own discretion. I tweaked the request a little bit in terms of the circumstances but the bones are still there. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: lactation kink, light sub!James and Dom!reader, not much I don't think, all acts are completely consensual and if they needed a safe word they'd have one

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Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were life savers. They could only watch their two closest friends creep closer and closer to death for so long before doing something about it.

After giving birth to a beautiful baby boy seven months ago you and James had come to understand a new definition of the word exhaustion. You were absolutely enamoured with your baby boy, James the same way if not worse, always keeping him cradled in his arms, Harry’s little head nestled into the crook of James’ arm.

Regardless, there is no amount of parental love to counteract the complete lack of sleep the two of you have endured. “Sleep when the baby sleeps” they all say, it's excellent in theory if only the baby would actually sleep.

No, instead you and James were subject to months of newborn induced insomnia,

You’d barely understood what Remus and Sirius were saying when they offered to watch your son for a few days, give you and James some time alone. Even though every part of your being screamed for you to take them up on their offer there was that small, annoyingly persistent, voice in the back of your head. The voice of maternal guilt.

Your friends wouldn’t hear any of your arguments, listening as you insisted that Harry was still far too young for you to leave him, you could barely stand a few hours, how were you supposed to survive days?

Despite your insistence that it was far too early to leave Harry with his godfathers for an extended weekend when the following Thursday rolled around you and James were rather unceremoniously kicked out of your own house, told that reservations had been made for you at an expensive spa and resort and that you were not to return home until the following Monday.

They’d even packed your bags for you.

You and James had successfully made it through the first night away from your baby, your quality of your sleep however was not up to par as you tossed and turned, worrying about the little boy you’d left at home.

Even cuddled up to Jamie’s chest your sleep was more like a light sheet over your consciousness giving you a shallow, unsatisfactory, reprieve.

What you needed was for sleep to hit you over the head with a baseball bat, knock you unconscious for hours and give your body time to recover.

After a long, exhausting day of taking advantage of the resort's numerous spa treatments, your wish of deep, meaningful sleep seemed as though it might actually just come true.

Minutes after laying your head down on the pillow, James slipping into bed behind you, you were out cold. Pulling you closer so that he could bury his face in the crook of your neck James was close behind you.

Finally, sleep.

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Your tits hurt, they fucking hurt. You were finally getting some quality sleep but the discomfort in your chest became intolerable and you were lulled back into a dreaded state of consciousness.

You’d been so ready for sleep and the peace that it would bring that you’d forgotten to pump your milk before getting into bed. You find yourself regretting that decision now, you shift slightly in James’ hold, just as tight as it had been when you’d fallen asleep. The clock on the bedside table reads three in the morning.

Fuck me, you think, your thoughts still blurry from sleep, carrying a weight in your temples that lures your head back down to the pillow as you fall back into your spot in James’ arms. You’re going to have to get up eventually, that much you understand, but the prospect of getting up and finding the pump, hooking it up, then actually sitting there while you pump sounds nothing short of absolutely dreadful.

You can only lay there for so long, on your back so as not to apply any pressure to your breasts, staring up at the ceiling before your tits go from hurting to feeling like they’re about to explode.

Eventually you’re forced to begin to fuss in James’ arms, trying to find the seal that will let you get up hopefully without waking your husband.

Even asleep James’ grip is insistent, he’s like quick sand, the more you try to maneuver your way out of his arms the tighter his hold gets, the closer he pulls you to him.

“Jamie, you gotta let go,” You murmur, hoping to appeal to the half asleep man.

“Where you going, angel?” His voice is the crashing of a wave against the shore in your ears, low, rumbling, calming. That voice alone is enough to have you considering just climbing back into bed with him, exploding tits be damned.

“Forgot to pump Jamie, m’tits feel like they’re ready to explode.”

He flickers his eyes open, worry etched into his irises, already blanketed in sleep, “Hurting?” Raising his head his eyes drop to your tits, like maybe he’ll be able to see your affliction.

“A little bit,” You nod, your hands combing through his unruly curls before making another attempt to rise from the mattress, “Gonna pump and then I’ll feel all better. I’ll be quick.”

“No,” He whines, god you miss the sound of his whine. His arms are like steel as he pulls you firmly back onto the bed, “M’thirsty anyways.”

Confusion heightens in you before James turns you so you’re fully on your back before slipping under your arm, resting his head on your chest.

Nimble fingers find the neckline of the silk camisole you’d found in the luggage Remus and Sirius had packed for you, sons of bitches also packed every single pair of lacy panties you own.

With little difficulty he slips the thin strap down your shoulder allowing him to tuck the soft material of the top under your breast.

“Miss my girls,” He whispers as he bares your breasts, they’re swollen with milk but the way he’s looking at you you’d think they were something far more precious.

“I’ll be gentle,” His promise comes just as he latches onto your pert nipple, carefully guarding his teeth with his lips, the last thing he would wanna do is hurt you.

It bears little resemblance to the way he used to suck your tits, fervently like they were the only things keeping him grounded, sometimes they had been. Now he proceeds with a new sense of caution but that doesn’t mean it’s any less pleasurable.

“Jamesie, ‘s for Harry, you can’t drink the baby’s milk,” You regrettably push him off your tit, he looks anything but pleased.

“They were mine first,” He whines, throwing you a dirty glance that falls completely flat given the immense adoration that lies just behind it, “And I told you (Y/N), ‘m thirsty, want your milk. Wanna make you feel good.”

Giving you his most convincing puppy dog eyes he leans back in, he latches on efficiently and sucking with an increased vigor you feel a feeling of fullness swell in your breast as your nipple tingles. It’s a feeling you’ve gotten used to but so rarely has it ever turned you on as when James is the cause of it.

He hums in satisfaction as the warm milk seeps into his mouth, it encourages him in his efforts causing him to latch on tighter. A little too tight.

“Easy there baby,” You hiss, “M’tits are sensitive.”’

He complies immediately, loosening his lips around your nipple the sensation becomes pleasurable once more. The pleasure helps distract from the discomfort which, at least in the tit James it latched onto, seems to be dwindling. The other breast is left aching until you feel a similar sensation coming from your nipple.

“You’re leaking.”

Casting your eyes downward you see that he’s right, you’re leaking slightly out of your unattended nipple. It's not unusual for it to happen but usually you just brush it away with a warm washcloth, not wanting to have a sticky mess on your chest.

Carefully, he brushes the pad of his thumb over the over sensitive bud.

“Can’t let it go to waste,” He brings his thumb to his mouth to suck it clean, the visual is almost enough to make your head spin.

You can’t remember the last time you saw James subby, ever since you’ve had Harry it's been sleepy handjobs and once you fully recovered, him pushing you up anywhere he could and taking you right there. It’s like parenthood awoke something far more dominant inside of him but as he latches back onto your tit you’re reminded how beautiful he is when he submits to you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, letting your fingers dance along the nape of his neck as you feel yourself unwinding with every second he sucks at your tit, bringing you relief.

“You full yet?”

He gently lets your tit slide from his mouth before responding, “Does it still hurt?”

The genuine concern in his voice has butterflies erupting in your stomach, you learned a long time ago just how sweet and caring James is but sometimes it hits you harder than you were expecting and you’re left feeling just as giddy as you did in the beginning of your relationship.

James seems to have sucked you dry, or at least to a point where your tit no longer burns with the feeling of an impending explosion.

“No s’all better baby, did such a good job,” You guide his face up towards yours, “Got a little milk on your lips,” You lean in, kissing the milk off his swollen lips.

It’s sweeter than you expected but maybe everything was sweeter coming off his lips.

You take your time admiring his face, hazel eyes that look a little more brown than they did yesterday, lips an impossible pink. Thick, long lashes you remember envying for as long as you’ve known each other cast their shadows along his cheekbones. He’s perfect.

You run the pad of your thumb along his bottom lip before letting him suck it into his mouth, when he couldn’t get to your tits sucking on your fingers always used to help James calm down. For the life of you you can’t remember the last time he’d sucked on your fingers. If it’d been in the last seven months you’d probably just been too tired to remember.

Letting your digit slide from his mouth James hauls himself over you, careful not to brush against your breasts, to lay on your other side. He moves with a surprising grace considering just minutes ago he’d been in the throws of sleep, you’d forgotten how well he moved.

“Other one now,” He murmurs, eyes glued to your tit as his hands move to cup it, giving him better access to your nipple.

“You sure baby? I can just pump this one and you can go back to bed, s’okay.”

“No,” His brows furrow with his empathic response, if he wasn’t already on top of you you’re sure he’d pull you closer in fear that you might escape, “Mine.”

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[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

sum dating pro-hero!bakugou thoughts

- bakugou has an extreme taste for the finer things in life. think nice sweatshirts, soft blankets, good cologne. mans keeps it on the dl, but trust when he goes home he’s wearing silk pjs. it’s his money afterall

- sometimes drops dinner off for u in the middle of his patrol. he thinks ur unaware of how ridiculous a deviation from assigned route ur house is, but u totally kno. u dont tell him tho :)

- doing PR stuff is the bane of his existence. even the thought of an autograph/panel day literally has him throwing a fit. u watch him throw said fit almost constantly.

- loves when u set his uniform out for him. he likes the way it still faintly smells like your lotion when he puts it on the next morning

- the only PR stuff he willingly does is help make PSAs for schools. very much a wooden board when he says his “stay in school, study hard” lines, but by god does he mean it when he says it such a nerd i love him

- a video of him gently petting a cat he saved from a tree goes viral. he swears to you that this is what will finally make him turn to a life of villainy

- very ritualistic ab his day. he gets up at the same time, eats at the same take-out places for his break, calls you at exactly 5:30 PM,,,, villains have to knock him out cold before he’ll deviate from his routine

- bakugou rlly rlly likes when u wait up for him to get home. lies thru his teeth n says he doesnt, but he also sends u an excessive amount of ETA txts hoping u’ll get the hint and be there to greet him

- he gets unreasonably angry at villains who make him late getting home. he’s got a schedule okay!!! n if his dinner needs reheated bc of some extra, jesus christ is it gonna be that villains worst day ever

- has a habit of playing with the wedding band on his finger during interviews. slides it on/off, twists it etc

- constantly watches play-back of his own battles and critiques them mercilessly. if u even try telling him to give himself a break, bakugou will bite ur head off

- incredibly careful when fighting around schools/residential areas. he knows his quirk can be scary/loud and tries to tone down the explosions around small children,,, he can’t remember when he started caring ab that kinda thing, but now he couldn’t imagine not

- rlly grumpy about works trips. usually can’t take u for obvious danger reasons, but u’ll be getting a phone call every night to make up for ur lack of physical presence. of. he lies n says its bc he needs to “vent” ab his mission, but katsuki is entirely see-through when he refuses to talk and only asks ab ur day. falls asleep listening to ur voice,,, n u do it all over again the next night, for his sake pretending u don’t know why he’s calling

- ruthless in his product reviews. PR tries to force him into endorsement deals, but it goes terribly if he doesnt like the product ,,, (he tanked an entire energy drink company once bc he called it “tasteless, embarrassing, empty sugar-water. unfit for even the laziest fuckin’ humming bird)

- only attends galas if u bribe him. btw, the bribe is u promising to wear orange,,,, but he’s not possessive, he’s not, he swears

- surprisingly devoted to his work/life balance. u’d think he’d be a complete workaholic, n for the most part he is, but bakugou actually takes self-care rlly seriously. (“It starts in the body.” said by bakugou in an advert for protein bars. he was so proud bc bby put that line in the script himself. n he lives by those words!!!)

- if he’s ever late coming home, katsuki is def picking up some sort of apology gift,,, its always weird n janky tho. like an ugly, off-brand, shitty figurine of himself or a bouquet of nearly dead flowers (mans has a weird sense of humor what can i say)

- sometimes u’ll go out to your balcony and wave to him as he jets across the sky during patrol. he’s happy it’s dark and you cant see him,, bc if u could, u’d see him grinning like a dork

- spends an entire day off work, w/ u, before going on a rlly dangerous mission. its somber and makes u nervous and sort of breaks ur heart, but the way he looks at u just before he leaves makes it almost worth it

- thinks its hilarious when u send him dating rumor headlines ab himself. was literally in stitches over the one u sent to him supposedly confirming his ‘secret, salacious, relationship with chargebolt” (for reference, the pic was the blurry back of bakugou and denki’s head as they walked into the agency they literally both work at)

[sxlver-sweet]

Dazai would breed you at the bathroom stall, changing room of a dress shop, anywhere but the bed to make it more interesting. And then ask you : "Where was it that you got pregnant bella?"

- anon 👀

Just dropping here and asking for a short drabble bestie....

thank you sm for clarifying what you want from me. i be struggling sometimes. this was definitely longer than a drabble, though😭 also, welcome, new anon!! i’m glad you’re here <3

dazai is a WHORE, let me tell you.

but, only truly for his sweet, little girlfriend who he’s been frequently fantasizing about knocking up and completely claiming as his own. don’t get me wrong, though. he knows that you’re his. it’s crystal clear in the way you haul him into bed every night and tangle your limbs with his so that he can’t escape, in the swirly, illustrious initials of his name adorning the golden anklet he’d gifted to you for your one-year anniversary that you hardly ever leave the house without, and in the way you seek him out when you’ve had a rough day so that you can faceplant into his chest and gripe about everything that had gone wrong.

still, he couldn’t help but yearn to seal the deal. he desired more from you—something that, unbeknownst to him, has crossed your own mind more times than you can count. he wanted to watch your stomach swell with his seed and poke fun at you when you struggle to roll out of bed, to fondle and kiss all over your tits once they’re heavy with milk and far more sensitive to his touch than they’ve ever been, to simply tend to his pregnant wife.

so, he made it happen. he accompanied you into boutique fitting rooms under the guise of you needing his “expert” opinion on fashion, only to have your clothes pooling on the floor and you caged against the wall with his hand clapped over your parted lips and his stiffened cock stuffing your pussy in seven minutes’ time. he’d made it his personal mission to breed you, to fill you so full that by the time he’s finally pulling out, you’re overflowing and dripping down your legs in nacreous rivulets. whenever your legs caved, he held you up. whenever you whined that you couldn’t take it and wept into his palm, he pacified you with a slower pace and praises cooed into your ear, yet he never ceased his movements entirely, hellbent on fucking his load as far into your cunt as possible.

it became a common occurrence for him to breed you in as many places as possible, save for the bed, where he’d been taught is the most romantic place to conceive a child. maybe he enjoyed teasing you about how easily you let him slut you out in even the most scandalous places, or maybe he merely wanted to spice things up as much as possible. whatever the case may be, he avoided the bedroom entirely. you never really minded, though. as long as he was satisfying you, you didn’t really see any reason to object to him bundling you into a bathroom stall and fiddling with your belt or him pressing your face into the leather backseat of your own car as he railed you in the middle of a movie theater parking lot. time and time again, he filled you up over and over, damn near ruining your cervix from how many times he’d battered and bullied it with the leaking tip of his cock in his urge to get you pregnant.

you’d be a fool to be surprised when you’re rewarded with a positive pregnancy test. however, you’d be even more of an imbecile to not expect the tilting of dazai’s lips into an impish smirk and the stooping of his head to make direct eye contact with you. mf would have the gall—the absolutely audacity—to hum quizzically, eyes glimmering with faux innocence as he asks you, “how ever do you think that could have happened, bella? i only came in you a few times, didn’t i?” if you try to interject or rebuke his statement, he’ll press onward as if you hadn’t even opened your mouth. “so, when do you think it took, hm? maybe the bathroom stall—or, maybe the dressing room. i think it was the dressing room.”

[miekasa]

Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it. 

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby. 

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad. 

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on. 

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying. 

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside. 

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place. 

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone). 

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way. 

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for. 

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch. 

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés. 

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this. 

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it. 

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well. 

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program. 

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do. 

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk. 

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes. 

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to. 

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye). 

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester. 

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other. 

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand. 

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right. 

[michelle-is-writing]

Family Matters, Greg House

Word count: 1.7k~

In the time I’ve worked at Princeton-Plainsboro teaching hospital, some might say I'm the bubbly doctor in our group. Although I don’t know how true this might be, I do know everyone can agree I'm definitely more bubbly than doctor Gregory House, but that's for another day to discuss. I'm usually the one people send in to try and cheer up patients. Because of this, I mostly work in the pediatrics ward where young, sick children are. Sometimes, I have an easy time talking to the kids and making them happier, and sometimes, I don't; usually, when I'm upset, I have a hard time.

Right now, I'm having a very difficult time.

A young New Jersey girl at the age of 11 had developed mastoiditis, an infection that affects the mastoid bone above the ear and is typically caused by a middle ear infection. Usually, this all clears up, but sadly, this infection had grown to be so bad that the girl ended up with only twenty-three percent of her hearing left in the one ear. Although this is the case, I'm not having a hard time because of the girl's loss of hearing, no.

I have my own problems at the moment.

Since I'm working in the children's ward, I don't get to see Wilson or Greg as much as I want to. Despite Greg's tendency to be an asshole, he's still my best friend and not to mention that Wilson is the kind of guy anyone can talk to about anything. However, our schedules are all different, so, as I said: we don't get to see each other that often.

At least they're still in my life though. For my family, I can’t say the same. Recently, I've just lost the closest person to me in my family; although it wasn’t through death, but through immaturity and childishness. Because of this, all of my other family members have closed me out as well, causing me to be alone. With all of my friends busy and my family shutting me out, I have no one to talk to or enjoy time with... no one. I can't even get a boyfriend for Christ's sake, and it's not like the guy I have my eyes on actually likes me back. Greg is the type of guy you can easily fall in love with, yet at the same, you really shouldn't.

"Doctor (y/n)," the young girl by the name of Jessie states. Putting all my focus back on her, I remind myself not become distracted anymore today. This isn’t the first time, unfortunately. "Will my hearing ever return?"

I smile sadly at her and shake my head. "I'm sorry, Jessie," I tell her. "Your hearing in that ear won't return, but it's not a bad thing!" I assure her. She smiles in relief. "We can always get you a hearing aid, and that will help get your hearing back to normal again, but the wait might be a little long," I explain. "Is that okay with you?"

She nods her head at my question. "I'm okay with that, doctor (Y/n)," Jessie tells me, "I'll have my family help me until then," she smiles brightly. "You can always look up to your family, right?" She states, confident in her words.

Tears slowly rising to my eyes at the thought, I nod and quickly blink them away. "That's right," I tell her, still smiling. "And don't you ever forget it," looking toward her parents, I nod my head. "The discharge nurse will be here in a few moments with the papers. If you'll excuse me..."

Without another word, I quickly leave the room and walk as fast as I can to the nearest empty room. I prefer going to James’ office instead, but it's two floors away, and I don't want any awkward elevator trips. So, before I have a mental breakdown in the middle of the hallway, I find an unlocked janitorial closet before walking in and closing the door behind me, ultimately sliding down the hardwood door once it's shut.

Sitting on the cold, tile floor, I begin sobbing as quiet as I can, my hand covering my mouth. I already had my family drama on my mind all day, but for that girl to unintentionally throw it back in my face? That was the frosting on top of the already leaning, three-layer cake.

Tears stream down my cheeks like raindrops as I cry my heart out. I can tell my cheeks are red by the sensation of heat I currently feel on them; my hands feel it too. I'm crying so hard my chest begins to heave up and down as if I were having a panic attack. Oh God, I can't have a panic attack. Not here, not now.

Behind me, I feel two knocks on the door, causing me to halt. The only problem is: the knock wasn't above me, it was where my back is against the door. Remind you, I'm currently sitting on the floor. The only way someone can knock that low is if there is a midget behind the door there or someone used something like a cane... it's Greg.

Slowly moving up a little, I shakily open the door and let the grey haired man in, watching as he looks at me with pity. I've never seen the confident doctor House look like this with anyone. It's like a... a totally different Greg.

Sitting down beside me against the door, Greg drops his cane beside him as he sighs and wraps his arm around me before gently tugging my body close to his. Shocked, I tense up, tears no longer pouring out of my eyes. Greg never comforts anyone like this. He always makes fun of them or says something that many people take offense to, but he never... he never cares. He always brushes it off his shoulder, yet for some reason, he seems like he actually cares this time.

"What's wrong?" He asks, his voice deep as usual with no emotion.

I wait a few seconds before lying. "Nothing important," I tell him, my voice wavering from my scattered emotions.

Pulling me back to face him, Greg looks me in the eye before sighing again. "I know you've been crying by the wet tears on your cheeks, slight puffiness, and redness to your eyes, and fast-paced breathing - and I don’t even have to be a doctor to notice that," he breaks down my current state, lifting an eyebrow. "Now, are you going to begrudgingly tell me what's wrong or do I need to stay in here with you until you finally give in to all my unrelenting sexiness."

His comment makes me laugh, causing a grimace of a smile to fall on House's lips. Out of all of us, I've been the only one to do that. I've been the only one to break Greg's stone exterior and interior. Plus, It doesn't help that I like Greg romantically. I like the fact that he's confident and witty; he's not afraid to be himself. Although, he can still be quite an ass to others, but to me, he’s always been nothing but kind. Even when I first started working here, he was still patient and sweet - a rare sight to everyone else. It used to hurt me to think he’ll never feel the same way as me, but I’ve gotten so used to that fact that it doesn’t even bother me anymore.

"It's just... my family," I explain, Greg pushing my head back onto his shoulder as he holds me. At this point, I'm not shocked by anything he does. The infamous doctor could be high for all I know. He probably took a few Vicodin tablets before coming down here now that I think of it.

"They've completely... shut me out," I explain, shrugging as I rest my hand on his shoulder. "They never talk to me anymore, they've blocked me in any way of even trying to talk to them. My cousin just sent me an email last night telling me that I didn't need to contact them anymore as they no longer wanted me in their lives," I close my eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Plus, I wish I could work with you guys again," I take a breath before saying the next thing. "I miss you."

A few seconds of silence pass before Greg leans down to my face level. Opening my eyes, I'm greeted by his own sapphire orbs, watching as he continually inches forward until his lips plant themselves on mine. Our eyes close at the same time in response to the touch of our lips, and they stay that way too. With my heart beating fast and a different fire in my cheeks, I instantly respond to his kiss while placing my hands on the sides of his face, feeling his hands attach themselves to my hips as I do so. We kiss until we have to breathe, both of us pulling apart simultaneously.

"They don't deserve you," Greg tells me, a little out of breath. "You are wonderful; a decent and kind human being, inside and out," he takes a small pause, flashing his blue eyes down to mine. "I never thought I’d say this, but… because of you, I think maybe not everyone is a horrible person and that maybe I can be a bit nicer a time or two," he then smiles at me, kissing me once more. "You have made me feel love believe it or not."

Smiling, I lean up to kiss his forehead before sitting back down and resting my head against his chest, my eyes cast upon him as he looks down at me. "You've also made me feel love," I confess to him, my voice shy. "I've grown to love you as well. You and your sarcastic comments and witty comebacks and your insults to apparent stupid people," for once, he laughs, making me grin. "I can't help but love it all."

After a few moments, Greg speaks up. "I know I can't be your entire family," he murmurs, holding me close. "But I can try to be your... your..." He draws on, clearly trying to come up with an appointed title for himself. After a few seconds, I giggle and cut him off.

"Boyfriend?" I ask, making him roll his eyes.

"I was going to say significant other," he argues, looking over to me. "The term boyfriend is so, well, childish," he complains, making me giggle.

Leaning closer, I peck his lips. "Good thing you have a childish mind," I tease him, pressing my lips to his one more time before he responds to my comment with something horrible or completely inappropriate. It is Doctor House we’re talking about, after all.