#was there even a need to unbutton his shirt fully for the bed scene h e l l o he was perfectly fine with it half buttoned just moments ago—

[deus-ex-mona]

petition for the animators to spare lxl from the ✨male gaze✨ p l s

[skitteringjunbug]

The silence was deafening.

 How in the Sharps and Flats was a place that had the very core of song and music in his town…. so damn silent? It surprised the baseline out of him. 

The skeleton monster gave a low growl to himself and gripped at his chest, sockets closed tightly. 

Sharps...his soul hurt. Not the normal hurt when he was barriered by that damn mage Lt.Mags, no this pain was worse. 

He knew what it was. 

It was Gaster gnawing away at his soul to control his form. He should have never made that deal but... 

A hard sigh escaped as he fell back onto his bed with the music notes. Even the ‘fall’ seemed too silent for his liking. 

Another low sigh and he opened his socket, his only good eyelight glowing, its soft hue of purple filled the room with just enough light as he went to unbutton his white dress shirt. 

There. His soul. 

Damn it, it was getting worse. 

He could see the dark tangles of Gaster's magic wrapping more and more around his shattered pieces holding them together with only violin wires.

“You are an idiot.” A female voice spoke from the door. Trixie, or ‘Demon’ as he had nicknamed her from her little jokes about dating his brother. 

His sockets narrowed as he placed his soul back away so she couldn't see. “What cha need, Demon?” 

At the look and glare from him, the female gave a soft shift from one foot to the next. She had a plan to help him...but she was not a fan of it. Having spent some time with a few of the other skeletons and their cities, she had learned there was a way to free him from Gaster's control but it would mean getting dust on her hands, and as much as this half blind and grumpy skeleton monster annoyed her, she cared about him in her own way. “Suave, you know I just want to help right?” 

That had him sit up and straighten, turning his head so she was on his left good side and could keep an eye on her. She knew all too well that he didn't let anyone on his right blind side unless he trusted them. 

“Yeah?” Sharps, what was she planning? He stood and placed his hands into the pockets of his slacks, looking her up and down. At only 5’5 and her about 5’7” she had a little height on him but he always seemed to have a bigger aura. 

“Look, you keep hurting Lilly and I was told how to fix you but, well…” Her voice went silent as she turned her eyes down to the ground. 

Lilly. One of his girls. Was- was she threatening his girl, HIS little songbird? 

The switch was almost too easy for Gaster to take over. Suave’s dead eye socket went to light with a light glow of grey. He gave a growl and a purple half note with a sharpened tip formed. “What did you do to her?” “N-Nothing!” Trixie was quick to respond and threw her arms up as she felt suave grab her and pin her to the wall with his arm. 

“You don't know anything about us! Keep it that way!” He growled darkly and then gave a dark smirk, one not of his form. He could see the scene happening before him and he...enjoyed it. 

“S-Suave...what are you doing?” 

That voice. His soul and breath caught, just turning his head enough to look at the voice of that of his little songbird. 

Lilly stood in the door, her hands pulled tight to her chest in concern and almost fear in her eyes. Where had her gentle violin playing skeleton gone? No, this being before her was not him. Something was wrong. “S-suave...Please….put her down.” 

Suave was frozen. He wanted to listen, oh by the flats he wanted to listen but something about the way Trixie had come into his room and spoke. 

No. He had to let her go. 

'Breathe Suave,' he thought to himself. 'It’s just Gaster's influence on you.'

“Bitch you better put me down or I'm going to kick your ass!” 

'Shit.' 

The next second felt unreal. 

It was dark but he heard screams. Smelled blood. Felt a hard stab to his bad eyelight. Then warm arms….who’s? Oh. Lilly's. She was...crying? Why was- OW! He flinched and looked up as Trixie was standing over him, with his shattered black and purple soul in her hand and his summoned weapon in her other bleeding arm from where he had pinned her to the wall. 

Gaster had almost fully taken him. 

Ah...he understood, and with a sad smile looking up to Trixie, a weak nod to let her know it was ok. 

Trixie inhaled a low breath, fear and hate for what she was about to do was bubbling deep in her stomach. ‘He’ll come back...right?’ was the only thought in her mind as Trixie gripped harder on the note weapon. 

Lilly, on the other hand, was holding her mate close and almost shaking. This, this wasn't happening was it? 

He lifted a slightly shaking hand to Lilly's face. “H-hey Songbird, my little Lilly. You know, I love you right?” 

Lilly gave a hard sniff and sharp nod as she couldn't turn away from him, leaning into his touch. 

“It’s...going to be ok.”

Trixie couldn't wait any longer, she knew Gaster's hold would come back and she wouldn't have another chance like this again. 

With an inhale and a small prayer to any god that would listen, she stabbed the note's sharp point deep into Suave's soul. 

His sockets widened, a hard flinch and grip to Lilly before his face seemed to relax and he gave a light smile to them both. 

Unable to speak as the life drained from him and his mind became at peace, Suave closed his sockets and dusted away in Lillys arms. 

Once again….the damn silence returned.

((A/N: The photo is full credit to the amazing @imjustalazycat.

The story is brought to you by a the role play of @kertneyk (author of Big Cats Love Bones Too) , @valkyrieofsmut (Author of Many but Life With The Bone Brigade) and @missydudley (Up coming author!)

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[adezahnae]

My Roomie (Part 2)

A/N: Helloo!! Here is Part 2 of My Roomie!! I forgot to post this yesterday!! I wanna hit myself😭 Okay Let’s see what happens here!!

Warnings: Smut, Slight masturbation, riding, wet dream, dirty talk, strong sexual tension, y/n is a little perv, Kai’s a damn tease

Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa

Your POV

It was around 8pm now and my room was fully set up. I took a step back and admired my work. “Perfect...” I said. I then let out a yawn. I went inside my closet and pulled out my pajamas. I grabbed all the things I needed for the shower and walked out. Just when I was about to open the bathroom door, it swung open to reveal him....he had on nothing but a towel. I widened my eyes and screamed. Before I could run away, he grabbed me back by arm.

I freaked out more, kicking and screaming. He carried me to the couch and sat me on it. “What is wrong with you?” He asked. “I-I-I...” I stuttered. How am I able to form such a sentence when your...junk is out practically!? He rolled his eyes. “What? Can you not talk?” He asked. I shook my head. “Why?” He asked. I pointed at his body, without looking at him. “So what it’s just a body. I’m sure you���ve seen other guy’s bodies in your past.” “No!” I yelped. He quirked an eyebrow. “Never?” He asked. I shook my head. He let out a small chuckle and leaned closer to me. “You like this don’t you?” He asked.

I widened my eyes and looked away. He moved away and stood up. “I’m going to my room. Don’t bother me because I’m having company over okay?” He said walking to his room. He shut his door and I finally breathed out. I patted my cheeks to see that they were hot and warm. I ran to the bathroom and started my shower. To be honest, he did have a nice body. It was so...attractive. He didn’t look so bad neither! He was a very handsome guy, with a favored baby face but that’s what makes him attractive I guess. I also lied about not seeing other guy’s bodies. I’ve seen them in magazines and in porn but never in person! Wow..that’s how it looks? I gasped and shook the nasty thoughts from my head.

I scrubbed my body and finished my shower. I stepped out and slipped on my pajamas. I walked out and heard noises coming from his room. I titled my head to the side and walked up to the door. I was about to knock on his door until I heard a girl. “Kai...oh Kai..” I hear her say. “Kai?” I whispered to myself. I then hear him groan and the bed was creaking. I then realized what he was doing, he’s in there having sex!! I covered my mouth and widened my eyes. “Right there baby..just like that..” He said. I felt an urge in my lower area.

I gasped quietly and put my hand over my heat. Is this what I’m gonna deal with for the rest of my days here?!? Hearing him and girls on campus messing around?! “Baby, slow down! W-What if your roommate hear us?!” The girl panicked. I heard a loud smack echo in the room, making me jump. “Shut up and take it.” He growled. The noises they made got louder. “Kai!! Kai!! Yess! Yess! It feels so good!!!” She yelled. He groaned out and another smacked echoed. I gasped out and yelped, feeling my heat clench and drip around nothing once more. I ran to my room and slammed the door behind me.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh...” I panicked. It’s only the first day! I laid on my bed and screamed in my pillows. Why did I have to hear that?! Why did I have to..imagine that?!! I let out a sigh and rolled over onto my back. I could still hear his groaning from my room. I felt my heat clench around nothing again, making stifle my groans myself. “I can’t deal with this...” I whispered. I slipped off my slippers and my pajama pants and panties and opened my legs. I made small circles on my clit. I let a breathy moan and moved my fingers faster. “Kai..” I whispered subconsciously not knowing.

I gasped and covered my mouth. Did I just moan his name?! I removed my hand from my center and rolled over in my bed. “Stop thinking about him...just stop...” I mumbled to myself. I cut on my TV and watched something to keep my mind off of him. A sudden sex scene came up in the movie. I got that urge again. I took one of my pillows and got on top of it. I moved my hips back and forth against the fabric of my pillow, letting out a small groan. As I was watching the scene, I wonder...can Kai make me feel like this? Maybe even better? I unbuttoned my shirt and let my boobs free.

I put my hands over them and let out moans and soft curses. I whispered his name over and over again. “Kai...K-Kai...” I moved my hips faster as I imagine him under me, giving praises like he did the girl in his bedroom. “Good job baby, you’re doing great..” I could hear him say. His hands came across my hips and bounced me faster. I let out a whine. “Kai!!! Yesss! I feel so good!!” I said. “You feel good? Tell me how good you feel..” He whispered. “Its so good..I’ve never felt it before! This is so so good!!” I replied through whines and whimpers. He chuckled and smacked my butt, causing me to jerk forward. “Are you gonna cum baby? Huh? You’re gonna cum for me like a little slut?” He said. I nodded and threw my head back. “Go ahead and make yourself a mess on me..” He growled. I threw my head back and whine out very loud. “KAIIII!!!”

I jumped up in my bed in cold sweat. My breathing was uneven and my throat was dry. I looked around to see it was daylight. 10:30am my clock said. I sighed and leaned back and covered my face. I jumped back up and looked over at my pillows. They were still in place, like they’ve never been touched, it wasn’t real..I swallowed hard and wiped my forehead. I got out of bed and ran out my door. I looked around to see or make sure I wasn’t dreaming anymore.

As I was I heard Kai’s voice. “Good Morning.” He simply said. I turned around and seen him in the kitchen drinking coffee while his on his phone. “G-Good Morning..” I replied in a small voice. I walked to the kitchen and took some coffee too. “Sleep well?” He asked me. I remembered flashes of my dream. “Kai!!” I remember me whining. “Y-Yeah, I slept well..Did you sleep well?” I asked. “Mhm.” He replied. “I’m sure you did. I mean I know you did but it’s just..yeah..” I said trying to cover up the fact that I heard him having sex with another girl. “Don’t lie.” He said now looking at me.

“Lie about what?” I asked. “You were listening to me, weren’t you?” He asked. I felt my heart leap in my throat. “I- I- I don’t know what you’re talking about! I don’t even know your name!” I lied. “From the way you called me last night, it seems like you do.” He said. Did he hear me moaning too?! So was that real?!?! “I...Um..I have to go and g-get ready for grocery shopping.” I said trying to walk away. He pulled me by my arm again and placed me against the wall. “Why were being such a dirty little girl huh? Why are listening to me and dreaming about me?” He asked. His words led straight to my center, making me clench my legs together and whimpered.

He looked down and noticed. “You like this don’t you?” He asked lowly. “H-How did you know a-all of that?” I asked. “Your yelps, gasps and moans are way too loud for anyone to hear.” He said. “Did she hear me?” I asked. “No. Only I did.” He said. I put my head down. “I’m sorry...I don’t know what that was about but I will never do it again, I promise.” I apologized. “You promise?” He asked. I nodded my head. He pulled away from me. I walked to my bedroom hurriedly until I heard him say something again. “And it’s Jongin.” He said. I turned around. “Huh?” I asked. “Jongin is my name.” He said. I nodded and ran back to my room. I shut my door and locked it. I went to my pillows and screamed into them again. “WHY MEEE!?!?”

Jongin’s POV

I heard Y/n go into her room locked her door, screaming into her pillows. I let out a little laugh and walked back to my room. “She’s such a cute little thing..” I said to myself. Y/n to me is just a girl who’s so unexperienced with guys. Who put their 21 year old-daughter into college without her experience to men? I’m only a bit cold to her at the moment because I want to see how well she can go when it comes to my..harsh side. It seems to my opinion that she likes it. When Lia left last night, I heard her in her room crying out my name. I go in to see her tossing and turning in her sleep, touching herself. I brought a smirk to my face knowing that she’s thinking of me.

I want her bad..I don’t know why but the first time I seen her eyes on mine, I knew she was too innocent. Wayy to innocent. One part of me feels bad for her knowing that she has no experience with a guy and don’t know how to take it when someone is hitting on her. The other part wants me to corrupt her...so badly...I want to be the one who takes that innocence away...call me what you want, but I have to have her..Just slowly but surely. I only fucked Lia because I was thinking of Y/n. She’s too cute and beautiful to not think about. “I got to have her...” I said to myself.

[letssingintherain]

mirage ➵ d.m.

sequel to empty dreams!

pairing: draco malfoy x y/n (slytherin)

summary: you struggle dealing with the breakup with blaise and draco's secret crush becomes painfully obvious. after one night of drunken confessions, your relationship with draco is pushed to a breaking point. 

contains: 4.1k+ words of angst, fluff, and a sprinkle of ~tension~. a few curse words. 

song recs: up in this - blackbear & tinashe (for the party scene), tomorrow tonight - loote

The alarm clock went off at precisely eight o’clock in the morning. 

You groaned as you rolled around in bed without opening your eyes, throwing your hands around trying to locate the alarm. The clock’s screeching got louder the longer it was ignored and you heard it hop around the dorm, waking up the rest of the girls.  

��Someone please stop it before my ears start bleeding.” You gave up trying to look for the accursed clock, hoping someone else would help out. 

Daphne covered her ears with her pillow and gingerly kicked the leg of Pansy’s bed. Pansy’s hair was in a ruffled braid as she sat up slowly and groggily pointed her wand to the direction of the noise.

“Bombarda.” A dark jet of magic blasted the nightstand where the clock had hopped behind with a loud bang, completely obliterating the clock along with the nightstand and denting the stone floor underneath it. 

“Pansy!” You yelped, rushing over to check how much damage was done. The corner where the nightstand previously stood was now pitch black and covered with soot. A small pile of burnt wood let out soft billows of smoke and a tiny piece of the enchanted clock trembled on top of it. 

“We said stop it, not destroy the entire room!” You said incredulously. Daphne chortled while clutching her pillow to her stomach, bending over in fits of laughter. Pansy started wheezing too, fully awake now, “Sorry, it was the first spell that came to mind! And it worked pretty well, didn’t it?”

All three of you laughed until you were borderline crying, finding the situation extremely hilarious.

It felt nice to laugh with your friends because it seemed like all you were doing lately was cry and wallow in your misery. A month had passed after Blaise broke up with you, and you swore you saw his eyes linger on a Ravenclaw girl when the houses shared classes. 

You were assaulted with a plethora of emotions everyday, ranging from anger and jealousy, to heartache and gloom, to disappointment and bitterness. You hated that Blaise had this effect on you, and you especially hated that he seemed completely fine. 

After finally getting the laughter out of your system, you walked over to clean up the messy corner. It was clear that the nightstand and the alarm clock were damaged to the point of no return, so all you could do was get rid of the remnants and scrub the area with your wand. 

You finished freshening up the area with a content smile and backed away in time to hear someone knocking hastily at the door. Daphne dashed off her bed and skipped over to open it. 

You were all surprised to see Draco standing at the doorway. The tall platinum-blonde boy wearing a clean white tee with baggy gray sweatpants was peering anxiously in the room, as if he was expecting to see some terrible monster. 

His outfit triggered a memory in the back of your head, reminding you of when you accidentally cuddled with him thinking he was Blaise. You blush a little at the memory, remembering the feeling of him pulling you tighter and his head resting on yours. 

You then unintentionally reminisced about the many nights where you sneaked into Blaise’s bed. “Can’t think of anything without reminding myself of that asshole,” You thought bitterly. 

Draco briefly met your eyes and you noted the gray-ish blue hues. What you didn’t notice was his quick glance over your pajamas and his slight blush. 

“What was that noise?” Draco asked inquisitively, casually leaning against the doorframe since he couldn’t enter the room. You all share amused glances. 

“Pansy blasted our clock to smithereens.” You disclose and couldn’t help but giggle at the statement. It somehow sounded sillier when you said it out loud. Pansy threw her pillow at you, embarrassed that her antics were being put on blast. 

“What’d I tell you mate, I knew Parkinson was the source of the noise.” Theodore popped up behind Draco, smirking at the three girls. Pansy crossed her arms indignantly, “And I knew we couldn’t go an hour without hearing some snarky remark from Nott.”

You and Daphne roll your eyes, not ready to hear their bickering this early in the morning. 

Draco let out an amused breath from his nose, “Alright, if there’s nothing wrong I’m gonna go change into my Quidditch uniform. We’re going to make the Gryffindors wish they were never born.” He winked playfully at you before turning around to head back to his room. You felt heat rush to your face at his cheekiness. 

“Draco paced outside the room for like ten minutes before knocking, by the way,” Theodore grinned, walking backwards with his hands in his pockets so he could face you all while talking. “Poor bloke looked like a first-year standing outside a girl’s dorm.”

“Shut up, Nott!” Draco yelled from the Common Room. 

You all chuckled lightheartedly, enjoying the joking atmosphere. Today was Slytherin’s quidditch match against Gryffindor and even though you dreaded seeing Blaise play for the first time after you two broke up, you couldn’t help but give in to the contagious excitement radiating from your friends. 

You brushed through your [y/h/c] hair and took your Slytherin jumper out of the tall mahogany closet. You smiled at the sight of Daphne and Pansy chattering excitedly as they put on makeup and silently declared that you wouldn’t let Blaise ruin your perfectly good day. 

...

You shivered as you held on to Daphne and Pansy, pushing through the crowd of other students to get to the front of Slytherin’s Quidditch stand. Theodore stood in front of you three and helped part the way, mumbling to himself, “Can’t believe I’m the only guy in the bloody friend group who isn’t on the Quidditch team.”

You laugh lightly at his remark, pulling your heavy coat tighter and tugging your green and silver scarf to cover the bottom half of your face. The winter air was biting and merciless, blowing your hair in various directions. 

“What a terrible day to have a Quidditch match.” Daphne complained while attempting to keep her headband from moving out of place. 

“I really hope the guys will be okay.” Pansy looked at the gloomy sky worriedly. You follow her gaze, frowning at the weather. Then you see peeks of green enter the field right before they soar into the air. 

You all whoop and cheer the loudest you could for Slytherin’s Quidditch team. The team passes the stand briefly and your eyes meet Blaise’s brown ones. Your heart dropped at the indifference they showed. He used to blow cheeky kisses at you and even perform goofy tricks on his broom just to see your amused expression. Now his eyes are devoid of showing any emotion towards you, as if you two never dated. 

Theodore winced, clearly feeling the tension. Pansy slapped him lightly on his arm, not wanting to bring any attention to the situation. 

You couldn’t stop the tears from pricking your eyes or the feeling of your throat closing up. Daphne pulled you a little closer and rubbed your shoulder in a comforting manner. You gave her an appreciative smile before standing up a little taller and straightening your jumper, remembering your determination to not let the sight of Blaise ruin your day. 

Tears fill up your eyes but you lift your chin up defiantly, wanting to gain some control of your emotions. You look up to the flurry of green that was the Quidditch team just in time to see Draco zooming past the stand. He gave you all a little wave before directing a wide-toothed grin at you. Your friends noticed this and teasingly rattle you, exclaiming at this special treatment. 

Your friends have been more than supportive after the breakup. They made sure that you didn’t dwell on negative thoughts and that they were always there for you when you needed to vent your emotions. However, Draco was especially sweet. When you all visited Hogsmeade together he made sure to pay for your butterbeer and all of your snacks from Honeydukes. 

“You know, if you really like these types of gummies tell me, because Mum gets them imported from Germany.” Draco says in his best attempt at a casual tone and gestures to the small pile of gummy worms he was helping you carry. He shifts them for better balance and looks down to meet your eyes. 

You pursed your lips and smiled at him. “Mrs. Malfoy must have great taste then.” 

Your eyes crinkled at the fond memory and you quickly wiped away the tears sliding down your face, forcing a wide smile on your face. You joined in with the boisterous cheers and resolved to focus on the game that was about to start. 

...

The impact of Slytherin’s victory against Gryffindor was pervasive. 

No one could focus in class, whether they were giddy about the win or sulking about the loss. Even the professors were not immune from the effects; a third-year swore they saw Snape offer a glimmer of a smile when he was talking about the Quidditch win. 

As the night rolled around, students in the hallways discussed excitedly in hushed murmurs about the insane party that was bound to happen in the dungeons tonight. Admittance would be extremely selective, if not impossible, for students in other houses.

Draco and Blaise sauntered down the fleets of stairs to the dungeon, obviously about to be the stars of the party. Draco unbuttoned the top few buttons of his white long-sleeve shirt from his uniform and had his green tie hanging loosely around the collar along with black slim-fit pants. Blaise also wore his white button-up shirt but rolled up his sleeves and tied his dark jumper around his neck. 

After they reached the end of the last set of stairs, Blaise stopped short of the entrance and leaned against the stone wall. Draco raised an eyebrow quizzically at his actions.  

“I invited the Ravenclaw girl that I told you about. She’s pretty fit, don’t you think?” Blaise smirked and turned his head to check if anyone was coming. 

Though he knew Blaise tended to be pretty careless, he didn’t expect him to have such little compassion for your feelings. Draco snorted in disbelief, “You do realize that Y/N’s going to be at the party, right?” 

“So? We broke up like a month ago, so it’s not like I’m cheating or anything,” Blaise crossed his arms defensively, eyeing Draco with curiosity. “Why do you suddenly care so much?”

“Because she’s our friend! You can’t just treat friends like this, Blaise!” Draco frustratedly threw his hands up in the air. 

Blaise fixed Draco with a stare without saying anything for quite a while. “I think you fancy her.” He finally concluded.

Draco blushed, but didn’t deny his claim. 

“It’s okay, mate. I mean, you don’t have my ‘blessing’ or anything weird like that, but I wouldn’t hate you if you made a move on her.” Blaise shrugged, half amused and half nonchalant. 

Draco let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. He leaned on the stone wall across from Blaise and the two remain in that position for a while, both deep in thought. 

“I really did like her. Y/N, I mean.” Blaise looked up the stairs, avoiding eye contact with Draco. “But it’s not about that. And to be honest, I don’t think I’ll ever settle down.” He stared into the distance at nothing in particular. 

“So I guess I didn’t want to waste any more of her time.” Blaise gave one final shrug before spotting the Ravenclaw girl he invited walking down the stairs. He smiled at the sight and began to walk up the stairs to greet her before looking back at Draco. 

“See you later?” Blaise flashed a wide grin at Draco. Draco couldn’t help but return the grin, recognizing the obvious delight on Blaise’s face. 

“Can you at least try to avoid flaunting her in front of Y/N?” Draco requested.  

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll do my best.” Blaise rolled his eyes and proceeded up the stairs, leaving Draco to enter the dungeon alone. 

...

Meanwhile, two Slytherin girls from the same group are having a similar discussion.

You and Daphne were adding final touches for the party as muffled sounds of bass-heavy music seeped in your dorm room. Pansy had already left to god-knows-where accompanied by Theodore, so it was just the two of you. 

You swiped on lipstick before skillfully smudging the edges. Daphne glanced at you briefly as she brushed through her hair, obviously wanting to say something. 

“Daph, you’ve been looking at me at a rate of about five times every minute, and I’m very flattered, but please tell me what you’re thinking about.” You finally face Daphne in the large vanity mirror you were both looking at, curious about whatever was occupying her mind. 

Daphne sighed and set down her vintage hair brush. She contemplated before choosing her words carefully, “I think...Draco might fancy you.” 

You set down your lipstick on the counter, not sure how to respond. You also have felt the signs that Draco’s actions weren’t exactly platonic, but you avoided facing it because you didn’t know how to. 

It’s not like you didn’t find Draco attractive. Honestly, there probably wasn’t a single girl or guy in your house who didn’t find him attractive. There was something about his disdainful yet charismatic personality that set him apart from everyone else. 

But the breakup was only a month ago and it was still way too soon for you to catch feelings for anyone else. 

“I think I’ll just deal with it when I absolutely have to.” You sigh, checking the mirror a final time to make sure everything looked right. Daphne didn’t push a response from you and put on a layered silver necklace.

You admired how your dark green spaghetti strap dress accentuated your curves while still looking casual. She looked fit as well, wearing a dark green button-up crop top with a white tennis skirt. You both had black tights on to better fit the dress code of the party. 

You initially wondered if you were overdressed but you kept the tight dress on since you wanted to leave an impression on some people.

"Ready to go?” Daphne tilted her head towards the door of the dorm, smiling mischievously thinking about the night ahead of them. 

You returned the smile and headed in the direction of the thumping bass, adrenaline rushing through your veins. 

“Let’s get fucking wasted.” 

...

The party truly lived up to the hype, with hundreds of people jostling each other in the common room. The entire space reeked of sweat and alcohol, and the music was almost deafening. 

You sit alone on a wooden table with your legs crossed as you sipped firewhiskey, taking a break from dancing. Your brain buzzed from your drinks and you lost count of how many shots you’ve taken. The place was so packed that you barely saw anyone from your friend group throughout the entire night. There were quite a few tipsy boys who asked to dance, but you coolly declined all of them. 

It took a very specific type of person to catch your attention. 

A crowd near the fireplace hollered, apparently egging on someone from the Quidditch team. The group of people in front of you part momentarily and you catch a glimpse of a tall boy with white-blonde hair chugging down alcohol. 

Draco finished the bottle and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. The students around him proceeded to take shots to accompany his feat. As if he felt you staring, he turned and met your eyes. The crowds of dancing people seemed to move in slow-motion and the music sounded muffled for an instant as you two simply looked at each other, neither person breaking eye contact. 

His eyes went wide taking in your appearance and you felt your heart involuntarily skip a beat as his eyes glance over your body. You saw his Adam’s apple bob down as he took a gulp and you couldn’t help but feel a boost of confidence. 

He set the bottle down and dismissed the people around him, making his way through the crowd in your direction. You slowly grazed the rim of your cup with a lazy finger while maintaining eye contact with Draco. His jaw clenched as he approached you slowly, stopping about two feet away.

“Hey, Y/N.” He cleared his throat slightly.

“Hey, Draco.” You put down your cup and looked up at him through your lashes, enjoying your impact on him. 

“You look...stunning.” He let out breathlessly and kept respectful eye contact, fighting the urge to look down. 

“You don’t look too shabby yourself.” You tugged on his loose tie to pull him close enough for your noses to almost touch. You knew you were being reckless, but the alcohol in your bloodstream emboldened you and demanded you to act on your desires. 

Draco almost tripped before pressing his hand on the wall behind you, trying to avoid falling on top of you. 

“Y/N, you’re drunk.” He could almost taste the alcohol wafting off of your body since he was barely five inches away from your face. 

“No shit, Sherlock.” You reply in a lilting tone. You kept your hold on the tie and admired the color pairing and expensive material in a drunken haze. Draco’s eyes flickered down to your pouty lips, suddenly very conscious of the proximity and his hammering heart. 

You finally let go of his tie, amused at his flustered expressions. Draco stood up and straightened his tie, his porcelain face tainted with shades of pink. 

“Hm, who would’ve known that the Slytherin prince could be so hot and bothered?” You teased and reached out your hand to ruffle his already messy hair. 

He held on to your wrist before leaning down to smirking at you, suddenly gaining back his usual assertiveness. “I can be whatever you want me to be, princess.” 

You were about to give a snide retort before you spotted a familiar face entering the common room. 

Blaise held the hips of a girl, whispering in her ear as they made their way through the crowd. 

Draco noticed your change of expression and slowly let go of your wrist. He turned around and realized what had caused the change. You froze on the table, unable to look at anything else but the sight of your ex-boyfriend with a new girl. 

Tears blurred your eyes and you saw the memories of Blaise dancing with his hands on your hips overlapping with the cruel reality of him dancing with another girl. He had clearly moved on, yet you were still stuck on the past. 

You abruptly chucked your cup of firewhiskey at the floor and leaped off the table before Draco could stop you. You stormed towards Blaise, overcome by the urge to confront him. 

His back faced you and he had his arm around the Ravenclaw girl’s waist as he chatted loftily with some Slytherins. You tapped his shoulder and he turned around, looking a little surprised but otherwise unbothered. 

“Fuck you, Blaise.” Tears started streaming down your face and even though you knew your mascara would be smudged after you finished talking to him, you didn’t care. There was so much more that you wanted to get off your chest, but it took such a toll out of you just to utter those two words that you could only say them in your head. 

Fuck you for making me feel special. Fuck you for breaking up with me and rubbing it in my face with another girl. Fuck you for being so goddamn emotionless when I feel like I’m shattering inside. 

Blaise finally had the decency to look a little apologetic, “I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know you would care this much.” The girl eyed you curiously, making silent assumptions. 

You suddenly felt overwhelmed at the awkwardness of the situation. The people around you went silent, observing the interaction apathetically. Feeling ashamed at your outburst, you flipped Blaise off and headed out the common room.

You stepped into the stone hallways of Hogwarts and took in a sharp breath. The freezing temperature was unforgiving against your bare skin and you were rash enough to not bring a coat. You hugged your sides and stubbornly took a few steps up the stairs. 

“It’s kind of dumb to not wear a coat in this weather, Y/N.” You felt the warmth of a heavy garment over your shoulders and you look over to meet Draco’s stormy gray eyes. 

You scoff, embarrassed that he had to watch everything but grateful that he decided to follow you out with a coat. 

“You’re kind of like my Prince Charming, you know?” You gave him a closed-mouth smile as you wiped the tears off of your face. 

“I’d be honored to be your Prince Charming.” He grinned as he tucked his hands in his pockets and matched your pace up the stairs. 

You two walked together down the hallways in silence until Draco asked where you were going. 

“I want to see the flowers,” You confessed sheepishly, pulling the coat tighter so it wouldn’t fall off you. You lifted up the side of the coat and sniffed softly. 

“You always smell good, Draco.” You complimented and looked over to check his expression. 

He blushed and muttered under his breath in a noise level that only he could hear, “You too.” 

...

You hummed happily as you laid down on the springy grass. The grass was wet with condensation, but you really didn’t mind. Draco acted like it took all of his willpower to lie down and winced when he felt the grass dampen his clothes. 

The enchanted wisteria tree extended down its flowers to gently tickle your faces and the star-studded sky peeked through the branches. Silver beams of moonlight glimmered in the darkness, giving the entire garden a tranquil ambience. 

You laid there in the grass for a while, feeling your brain sober up and your emotions calm down. Draco, on the other hand, was starting to feel the full effects of the bottle he downed earlier. 

"I’m sorry for everything Blaise put you through.” His cheeks were pink as he turned his body to face you, propping his head up with a bent arm. 

You stiffened, not ready to talk about Blaise. 

“Draco, I really don’t want to talk about that right now.” You hugged the coat and shivered despite the thickness of the clothing. 

“I just wish..” His eyes stopped on your face fleetingly before turning back to lie on his back. He didn’t finish his thought. 

The long strands of wisteria flowers shake as a sudden gust of wind blew through the garden. A dark gray cloud hid the moon, surrendering you both to the dark and chilly night. 

You begin to get up, wanting to go back to the common room since it was getting even colder and the sky looked like it was about to rain. 

“Y/N, wait.” Draco sat up and held onto your hand, his cold metal ring pressing lightly into your palm. You turned your head to look at him in a puzzled manner. 

You two locked gazes as rain started to drizzle, wetting your hair and coating your skin with a fine mist. 

“Give me a chance.” He finally let out. His stone gray eyes were full of silent determination and yearning, and you could tell it took a lot out of him to say those words.

Your heart ached at his genuine request. You longed to trust him and let him take care of you, and almost wished that he could’ve asked before the entire mess with Blaise occurred. But now irrational doubts clouded your mind and you couldn’t find the courage to accept his plea. 

“How am I supposed to know you won’t be like Blaise?” You whispered, gently withdrawing your hand. 

How am I supposed to know you won’t lead me on with false promises and leave me a broken mess of what I used to be? 

“But how would you know if you never tried?” He said almost timidly, his blonde hair slick and messy. You shook your head with a heavy heart and took off the coat to place it delicately next to him. 

“I’m sorry, Draco.” 

And with that you left him lying in the wet grass, alone except for the heavy coat that smelled like a mixture of both your perfumes. 

a/n: i decided to end this part with some good ol’ angst. 

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Codeine Scene (Five H. x Reader) [3]

Codeine Scene Masterlist

Authors Note: First off, I am SO sorry. New Years is always a slow time for me, and I did not mean to take this long to publish. Second of all, this chapter is a transition chapter into a much more fucked up story. I’m warning you now that the rest of this fic will get really really dark. I don’t recommend reading after this chapter if you can’t handle depictions of r*pe, murder, heavy drug use (cocaine, etc,) and other disturbing topics . I’m basing this story off of personal experiences, and in no way do I want someone who isn’t ready to read something like this to read this. This is like the last safe chapter, please do not read after this if you can’t handle the topics mentioned above

Summary: Klaus moves Reader up to Ben’s old room early in the morning. Afterwards, they eat breakfast and decide to trip on acid together. Five learns more about her than he expected to today

Warnings: Drug use (LSD[acid],) mentions of suicide, mentions of sex

Word Count: 3777

Taglist: @alexander-hamilhoe @dumdumsun

The gentle shaking of (Y/n)’s shoulder pulled her from her sleep. Klaus stood over her, harshly whispering her name. Looking towards his window, she could see the sky was just barely starting to light up, it was still early. 

“Klaus it’s like 7:30!” She quickly grabbed the sheet that was covering her from the waist down and yanked it over her head. A small groan left Klaus’s mouth and he yanked it back off of her. “It’s Sunday!” She tried convincing him to let her sleep in, but it was no use. 

“I talked to Ben and he said you could stay in his room!” Klaus wrestled with (Y/n) over the blanket, knowing she was still tired. Ever the impatient man he was, Klaus spoke again, “We gotta get you settled in right now!” 

“Fine! Fine. I’m up.” (Y/n) sat up and shoved her matted hair out of her face.  “Why right now?” Klaus looked at her like the answer was obvious. It wasn’t, of course. 

“Because trauma can be associated with places! Coming in here right after what happened yesterday could be an issue.” He grabbed a hair brush off of his dresser and pushed her to sit on the bed. Climbing behind her, he started to brush her hair. “Even if you aren’t reminded of it in here, it’s always good to be able to have some privacy.” He made valid points. 

“I guess you're right.” Klaus was extraordinarily gentle with her hair, pulling out all of the mats and even putting in the effort to put it in a low ponytail to keep it out of her face.  “Thank you.” (Y/n) turned and smiled at Klaus, pulling him into a quick, tight, hug. 

Ben's room was up the green stairway, across from Five’s room. (Y/n)’s face scrunched a little when she realized Five would be right across the hallway, but she didn’t complain. Her arms were a little tired from carrying her suitcase and heavier back pack up the stairs so early in the morning, but it would fade rather quickly.

Klaus opened the door and stepped aside, letting (Y/n) rush to the bed with her heavy luggage. “Dad replaced everything in this room a week after Ben died.” Klaus sat on the bed next to her luggage, and she plopped next to him. “He said old reminders would only set us back, so he made this one of many guest rooms.” Klaus peered in the closet, knowing that Ben’s academy uniforms were no longer hanging pristinely on the rack. 

“He didn’t die in here, did he?” (Y/n) turned to look at Klaus, feeling heavy sympathy. 

“Oh no! A mission went wrong, and I suppose we all messed up, but the monster inside his chest started tearing him apart.” Klaus’s usual, very happy energy, was replaced by a solemn, cold one. “He died in the infirmary.” Klaus looked down at the bedsheets. They weren’t the one that Ben had used. “I still talk to him every day, but it still makes me a little sad.” Klaus sniffled and rubbed his eyes. 

(Y/n) pulled Klaus into a bone crushing hug, knowing he needed the comfort. “That’s terrible.” She was a very empathetic person, relying more on feeling than thinking, so she was struggling to hold back her own tears. “Are you sure he’s ok with this?” 

“Yeah! He said something about moving on, and finally attempting to find peace.” Klaus clapped his hands once as he stood. “He’s kind of started meditating too, which is kind of weird, because he’s a ghost and all.” He stood and glanced around the room, getting a good look at it before (Y/n) would make it her own. “Let’s go get some breakfast after we unpack, huh?” 

“That sounds nice.” (Y/n) stood and hugged Klaus again, silently letting him know that she was there for him. 

The walk all the way down to the basement kitchen was unexpectedly exhausting. Six flights of stairs later, two flights between every floor, they were sitting at the table, staring at Five scrape his eggs off the skillet and onto his toast. 

“I’m not making eggs for you two.” His voice was monotone and annoyed. He wasn’t a morning person. “Take some responsibility and make them yourself.” Five grabbed his food and coffee, and looked at both of them before giving his usual tight-lipped smirk and blipping away, presumably to his room. 

Klaus released a few small giggles he was holding in and hopped off the island. “He always seems to add a little spice to life.”

As he was making his way over to the fridge to grab some eggs, (Y/n) asked; “Is he like this every morning?” Not wasting a second after her question, Klaus replied. 

“Yep!” He pulled out four eggs and set them in a clean bowl on the counter. “Without a doubt. It’s worse on weekdays too, because the classes he teaches are all early in the morning. Now do you want scrambled, fried, or boiled?” 

“Scrambled, please.” As Klaus got to work on making breakfast for the two of them, she thought about what Five might teach. “Hey Klaus?” 

“Yeah?” Klaus was stirring the already scrambled eggs in the skillet. 

“What does Five teach? I mean it makes sense that he’s a teacher, but I just can’t think of what he’d be so willing to teach for a living.” Klaus looked back at (Y/n) before down at the eggs again. Her chin was resting in her hands, and she stared over at him, waiting for his answer. 

“I think some sort of ethics class, like there’s different types of ethics, but that’s all I really know. He doesn’t really talk about work, and it’s a bit weird considering he was an assassin.” Klaus split the scrambled eggs in two separate bowls with forks in them and gave one to (Y/n). 

“He killed people?” (Y/n) dug into the eggs, shoving them in her mouth, listening for Klaus. 

“We’ve all dabbled with a little murder before, it’s not really that big of a deal for us, but he swore never to kill for someone else again, I’m pretty sure.” Klaus fillet out a little moan of joy as he started filling his own stomach with the eggs. 

“That must be why he was so unphased about what happened yesterday, that makes me feel a lot better.” She concluded, trying not to remember the way she nearly beat the life out of the man in Five’s car as she shoved more of Klaus’s eggs in her mouth. “These are really good!” 

“Danke!” Klaus thanked her in German, with a mouth full of eggs. He swallowed them and continued speaking. “That actually reminds me- you’ve done acid right?” (Y/n) thought on the question for a moment before answering. 

“No actually, but I did do shrooms a lot with my friends before I dropped out.” Her fork scraped the bowl, trying to get the last of the eggs. 

“Good! You have experience.” Klaus poured the last of his eggs in his mouth, straight from the bowl, before swallowing. “Would you like to do acid with me? You don’t have to, but I feel like this would definitely raise your spirits.” Klaus leaned toward her, waiting for her answer. 

“I’d love to actually.” (Y/n) swallowed the last of her eggs, and stacked her bowl with Klaus’s, before taking them to the sink to wash them. Klaus stood and followed her, digging in the breast pocket of his half-unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and pulling out a small square of folded tin foil. 

“Great! Now stick your tongue out.” Klaus unfolded the foil and pulled a tiny white square of paper, roughly the size of a phone keyboard key, out from the six-ish others in it. (Y/n) stuck her tongue out as she rinsed the now-clean bowls and Klaus placed the piece of paper on it, before sticking one on his own tongue.

(Y/n) stuck her tongue back in her mouth and sucked a bit on the paper. “So do I swallow it, or…?” The tab didn’t make it any harder to talk, thank god. 

“If you want to, but you absorb it faster when it’s in your mouth.” Klaus picked up the bowls and started drying them. “It’s not bitter at all is it?” Klaus asked, checking to make sure she didn’t take a laced tab.

(Y/n) focused on the tab again, not really noticing any taste. “Not that I can notice.” Klaus smiled as he shut the cabinet where he placed the bowls. 

“That means we’re all good! You can swallow it when the paper feels soggy enough, though, you’ve probably absorbed most of it by now.” Klaus led her back upstairs to his room, practically dragging her by her wrist. “Things are gonna get really funny for a little bit before you actually start tripping.” Klaus shut the door behind them and plopped on his bed. 

“Doesn’t it take like an hour to kick in?” This wasn’t her first rodeo, so she knew her way around at least a bit. 

“Yeah yeah, it’s kinda like shrooms? But the visuals and the trip are just a bit different, you’ll see what I mean.” Klaus grabbed a joint he had rolled earlier and lit up, taking a few puffs before passing it to (Y/n). “Just settle in for like half an hour and then get up to see how you feel.” 

•••

Tripping on LSD was a profound experience. (Y/n) wasn’t able to go outside, as it was raining cold, so she stayed inside, wandering around the house. She and Klaus made some really cool art, and Klaus held it over the vents to dry while she was walking around the house. 

Tripping felt like seeing the universe fully for the first time, and she could somewhat understand Klaus’s view of the world. Many times throughout the last three hours, she thought she saw Five blipping away out of the corner of her eye. She had dismissed it every time, of course.

Now the trip was peaking, and the visuals were insane. The air around (Y/n) felt like breathable, transparent, clay, and it was a little overwhelming with all the visuals, so she opened the door in front of her and quietly sat next to it, letting out a long, happy sigh. Closing her eyes, she paid attention to the gorgeous visuals she could see behind her eyelids. 

(Y/n) didn’t even notice Five sitting on his bed, staring at her from over his book. She was too focused on the movement behind her eyelids, and the euphoric feeling surrounding her, so when Five spoke, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

“I think you have the wrong room.” The sound of Five closing his book reached her ears. 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I- I wasn’t paying attention I’ll leave.” (Y/n) stumbled over her words as she tried to stand, clearly embarrassed.

“No, no, it’s fine actually.” Five spoke, rather out of character. “A little company once in a while feels nice, and I see no harm when you’re being quiet.” His face was beyond distorted, but she could still recognize his permanent scowl. 

“Really?” (Y/n) settled back down, more relaxed and at ease. 

“Yeah, I don’t really care.” Five grabbed his book again, opening it back to where he was. “Just don’t be too annoying.”  

“I won’t don’t worry.” Five grunted quietly at her response. A smile painted itself on her face, and she slid all the way down the wall, with her head now on the floor with the rest of her. 

•••

And she was quiet. Five watched for like an hour and a half as her eyes slowly focused on something new in his room every few moments. She was quite taken by the math equations across his wall, and he found it rather cute. He started to find her less annoying, now understanding that she coped the way his brother did. 

He was alone once again in his room now, no longer accompanied by (Y/n). In fact, she was accompanied by one of her “friends.” She barely even knew the guy. 

Five could hear everything. Every moan. Every word spoken with the intent of being quiet, but wasn’t held under the gentle guise of a whisper. It infuriated him. 

Of course, he understood that she didn’t grow up in a particularly healthy home, given that she was in a homeless shelter at almost 18, so she didn’t understand healthy coping habits. It genuinely hurt his heart, if just a little bit, that he could watch another hurt soul walk down the same path as his brother. 

Klaus had gotten help for his addictions, and was off addictive drugs completely, but even Five understood that not everyone will be able to get the help they need. He wouldn’t say he had any feelings for her, but he still felt sympathy. 

Knowing that it was how she coped made hearing all of it a little easier, but he still wasn’t able to handle it after hearing it for fifteen minutes, so he jumped down to the kitchen, brewed himself some herbal tea, added a little vodka, and read his book, criss cross, on the table in the center of the room, attempting to ignore what was happening right across from his room. 

•••

Bailey had just left, and (Y/n) was exhausted. He was kind of an ass, and he treated her like shit in middle school, but he was a horny teen, and it was really easy to just invite him over.

The trip was fading out now. She was no longer peaking, and the visuals were far less intense. (Y/n), after standing at the stairs, staring at them for a couple minutes, deemed it safe to be able to walk down them. She knew it was normally safe to go down the steps while tripping, but something in her head told her to wait, so she did. 

These particular steps were a little steep, as well, so she made her way down slowly, leading herself to the kitchen in the basement. Her bare feet padded quietly on the floor as she walked to the stove, turning the heating element under the tea kettle on. The bags under her eyes felt so beyond heavy, and she knew she’d be sleeping deeply tonight. 

“You done up there?” Five’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. (Y/n) turned and leaned on the counter to face him. 

“Yeah, yeah, he left like ten minutes ago. I’m just really tired and want some tea to relax I guess.” Her arms were crossed, comfortably holding each other up. 

Five hummed in response. “Well I see we both thought of the same thing.” He lifted his mug of tea, peppermint maybe, and put it to his lips. 

“I thought you only drank coffee.” (Y/n) chuckled a little feeling the heat of the stove begin to reach her back. 

“Well it wouldn’t be very logical to drink caffeine so late in the day, especially when I have to teach an early class tomorrow.” Five flipped the page of his book, continuing to read while talking to her. 

“Makes sense.” Her words were drowned out by the high whistling of the tea kettle, letting her know she could pour it into the cup. Grabbing the tin of loose leaf tea, she hummed as she scooped it into the reusable tea bag that was next to it. 

(Y/n) dropped the tea bag in the cup, following up with the boiling water. She turned, bringing her and her cup to the table, now sitting next to Five. Five was a grumpy, annoying, old, man who has to grow up all over again, but his company was enjoyable, it contrasted hers in such a way that it comforted her. It made her feel like her ADHD was less severe, like her inability to focus was matched by someone who could do nothing but focus. 

Only a day had gone by since they met, and she was already comforted by him. 

Five shut his book and looked over at her. The more he got to know her, the more subtly enjoyable he found her. Her sitting not two feet from him didn’t bother him as much as it usually would. He was kind of ok with that. 

“You drink peppermint?” (Y/n)’s voice was scratchy and hoarse. She really did need the tea. 

“Yeah, it’s the least fruity from what I’ve tried.” He took another sip. “Simple classic.” He set it down and looked over at her, engaging in an unexpected conversation.

“I tend to prefer fruitier teas, I’ve noticed.” She looked down at the cup that she’d been drinking out of for a couple minutes now. “They go down easier and really comfort me. Reminds me of my mom, she only ever made fruity teas.” She took another sip, letting the warmth fill her up. 

“What happened to your mom?” Five looked back down at his drink, then back up at the girl next to him. “I noticed that you didn’t exactly live with her when we picked up your stuff.” 

“Yeah..” (Y/n) hesitated a little. He was awfully blunt. “I was like seven when it happened, but I’m told it was a double suicide, between her and dad.” Her legs were swinging a little nervously. “Mom sent me up to my room one night and told me not to come out until she opened the door, no matter what. The next day a detective came into my room and carried me out screaming. They were both dead on the floor. I lived with my aunt and uncle after that.”

“Oh shit.” Five didn’t expect her answer to be this upsetting. 

“Yeah. My uncle told me it was a double suicide, my aunt said the same thing, she manipulated me and made me think they did it because of me.” (Y/n) sighed into her drink, her distorted reflection staring back at her. “I don’t even remember what the scene looked like, just a lot of blood. I don’t look at anything about it either, don’t really want to relive it.” 

“That’s really tough, wow.” Five chuckled uncomfortably and finished his drink. “I didn’t know my mother, but my mom was a robot. She was pretty much indestructible, but she was fully shut off when our house was being attacked a long time ago.”

“Oh my.” (Y/n)’s voice was soft, hoarse, and tired. Her hand gently moved to rest atop his, not really knowing how else to reassure him, if he even needed it, of course. “I’m sorry about that.” 

Five didn’t even seem to notice his hand being covered. “No it’s fine, I got over it long long ago.” His words were just slightly slurred, and his eyes had reddened slightly.

“Well I’m here if you ever need like, a hug or something.” (Y/n) laughed. “I don’t really know how else to comfort anyone.” 

“It shouldn’t be your job to comfort anyone, that’s not your responsibility.” Five chuckled and smiled slightly. (Y/n) hadn’t expected him to smile, and it wasn’t as weird as she thought it would be.

Before she could even mention it though, Klaus’s happy, booming voice echoed in the kitchen as he practically skipped to the fridge. As she yanked her hand away from Five, she noticed the way he pulled his arm away as well. Maybe he did notice?

Klaus and Five started talking about something as he got off the table and placed his cup in the sink, but she wasn’t paying attention. Before her attention was quickly pulled to the floor, she thought on the way Five had wrenched his arm away. 

As anxiety inducing as it was, the LSD that was still in her system made it easy to quickly move onto the next thought. Before she knew it, a flash of blue wrenched her out of her head and she looked up at Klaus, now alone with her in the kitchen. 

“Hey, sweetie.” Klaus kissed her cheek and led her gently off the table and to the stairs. “Your trip going good?” He popped a black olive in his mouth. 

“Yeah it’s going fine, I really like it. It’s kinda different from shrooms, but not like a bad different.” She was just two steps behind him, trying to keep the same pace as him. 

“That’s great.” Klaus hummed as he popped another olive in his mouth. “These are absolutely amazing. I figured you would like it, it’s really calming and stuff for me. Makes the sad feeling kinda disappear for weeks after.” 

“Oh same, I’ve just felt creative and warm all day.” They stopped in front of Klaus’s room, Klaus still eating his olives. “I’m actually exhausted too, the trip felt really nice.” 

“Well I’m glad I could have helped.” Klaus pulled her into a tight hug, humming loudly. Hugs felt great on psychedelics, she had noticed. 

“You helped so much.” (Y/n)’s voice was slightly muffled by Klaus’s chest. She pulled out of Klaus’s chest, speaking again. “I’m gonna go to bed now, if that’s ok, I’m so so tired.” She laughed a little. 

“That’s fine, I’m gonna crash the moment I hit my bed, so..” Klaus smiled down at her, thankful for this mini-him. 

“Night night, Klaus.” (Y/n) and Klaus both separated to head to their rooms, both about to sleep deeply enough to miss a train going through the house. 

The stairs up to her new room were an almost pastel green color, covered by what looked to be years of grime and nicotine stains. It added character, she thought. The checkerboard floor at the top of the stairs seemed to lead her straight to her new room, which she was really thankful for, she was exhausted. 

Her fingers wrapped around the doorknob, twisting the old carved crystal just enough to open it. She closed it the same way, with just enough effort for it to work, she could have sworn she saw something blue flash near her, but she doubted herself immediately. Once she plopped on the bed, her fingers dragged her phone across the sheets towards her. 

It took (Y/n) two full minutes to open her phone, not remembering her password and then not being able to type the right letters slowed her down significantly. It wouldn’t matter though, because once she turned on some quiet music, she was fast asleep.

[mingishoe]

Joongie | K.HJ

Summary: You think Hongjoong is really pretty… you just want to show him how pretty he is.

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Part 3 of the kink series- Praise Kink

Smut Warning:  SoftDom!Reader Sub!Hongjoong, Hongjoong being soft and shy, fluffy smut, Praise Kink, riding, kinda a lot of dirty talk, unprotected sex

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Let’s just say… a crush hardly describes how you feel about Hongjoong. Hongjoong has been your best friend for years now and you’re starting to struggle keeping the little secret between yourself and Hongjoong.

Hongjoong might look all scary on the outside but in reality he’s probably the most precious and even the shyest person you’ve ever met.

 Your favourite thing is probably giving Hongjoong compliments. You loved the way his cheeks turned a shade of light pink when you told him he was pretty. You loved the way Hongjoong bit his lip and the way his ears turned red when you called him “Joongie.”

You remember the first time you called him “Joongie.” 

You two hadn't been friends for too long and it was one night the two of you were at your place. It was really late, probably around one in the morning, and you had told him, “Joongie? C-Can we promise that w-we won’t let feelings get in between us? I-If it’s between us… or s-someone else… Can we just promise each other that?”

You had looked towards Hongjoong and he had the cheesiest look on his face, “W-What?” 

Hongjoong shook his head as he looked at you with the cutest smile, “Joongie?” 

Your cheeks had turned a bright shade of red that even Hongjoong could see in the dark. “I-its okay… I like it.” And it’s always stuck.

You and Hongjoong have kept the promise since you’ve brought it up but you’re really regretting it now. You honestly want nothing more than to take Hongjoong in your arms and kiss him. To tell him how much you like him. To show him how much you care about him.

The two of you were at your place watching a movie and Hongjoong was laying on top of you. His arms were wrapped around you as you played with his hair. 

The movie you were watching was honestly kinda raunchy and just like kids, every time there was a sex scene both of you looked away awkwardly. 

Your heart started beating faster as the moans coming from the TV got louder. Hongjoong was definitely able to hear how fast your heart was beating causing him to look up at you.

You looked down at Hongjoong as his eyes looked between your lips and your eyes. You knew Hongjoong was struggling between kissing you and not kissing you. Hongjoong leaned in carefully in case you weren’t okay with it. 

You guess Hongjoong gave up on holding himself back and pressed his lips against yours. Hongjoong pulled away almost immediately mumbling what sounded like “P-Promises”

You didn’t even have time to comprehend what Hongjoong did before you gripped his chin and whispered, “Fuck the promise.” You brought Hongjoong back to place your lips on his. 

When you pulled away Hongjoong was looking at you with wide eyes. His cheeks were red as he smiled softly. You scanned Hongjoong’s face for any sign of discomfort so when you didn’t find any you continued, “Took too long for that to happen, didn’t it?” 

Hongjoong nodded softly and put his head down into your neck. You felt Hongjoong smile against your neck and your heart clenched in your chest. 

You placed kisses on the top of Hongjoong’s head until he looked back up at you. You placed kisses all over his face until you kissed his lips again. 

You held Hongjoong’s head in your hands as you bit his lip gently. When Hongjoong let out a quiet moan you almost came right there. You let your tongue enter Hongjoong‘s mouth to deepen the kiss. 

You felt Hongjoong harden against your thigh making you smirk against Hongjoong’s lips. When you pulled away, you took a minute to look at Hongjoong. In your eyes, Hongjoong was the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen and you’re sure to let him know. 

“You’re so fucking pretty Joongie… Dunno how I was able to hold myself back for so long.” You flipped the two of you over so you were straddling him. Hongjoong held onto your waist as you leaned down to kiss his jaw. 

Hongjoong’s back arches off the bed as you suck on his sweet spot. “So pretty Joongie… should’ve done this a long time ago.” 

Hongjoong moaned as you licked over the marks on his neck, “B-But you said-” 

You pressed yourself down on Hongjoong’s crotch to cut him off, “I know what I said… now tell me, how long have you wanted to do this Joongie?” 

Hongjoong rutted up to try and get any sort of friction from you. Hongjoong threw his head back and bit his lips to contain his moans. You hum softly to get Hongjoong to answer your question, “T-Too long… S-such a long time. W-Would’ve a long time ago i-if you never said that p-promise.” 

You laughed softly and nodded, “That promise should've been broken a long time ago huh?” 

You bring your hands to the bottom of Hongjoong’s shirt. You look up to Hongjoong for confirmation before you bring it up and pull it off of him. Hongjoong looked away as he covered his face with his hands. 

You pull Hongjoong’s hands away from his face, “Don’t cover yourself Joongie, you look so pretty.” You dipped back down to leave marks down Hongjoong’s chest. Hongjoong looked down at you, dark brown eyes-shining down at you. 

“Y-Y/n?” his voice was hesitant like you could stop at any moment.

“Yes Joongie?” You rubbed your hands down to the waistband of his jeans, already knowing what he was wanting.

“T-Touch me please…” His hands made their way down to your thighs as you grinded down on him harder. Your body was filled with emotions. You’ve never felt like this before and you honestly had no idea how long you were going to last. 

Hongjoong was watching you expectantly as you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled both his jeans and his boxers down at the same time. You took a minute just to look over Hongjoong. You looked down at Hongjoong’s length with your mouth parted slightly.

Hongjoong was fidgeting under your stare, “P-Please…” Hongjoong pulled on your shirt hunting for you to take it off. You were still fully clothed while Hongjoong was completely naked.

Hongjoong sat up and gripped onto your shirt tightly. You allowed him to pull your shirt off of your body and pull the waistband of your shorts. 

“Want me to fuck you Joongie?” You were surprised by the words that came out of your mouth. You slowly pulled down both your shorts and your underwear down at the same time while staring into Hongjoong’s eyes.

Hongjoong moaned loudly as you straddled him completely bare. You jerked slightly when Hongjoong’s cock twitched against your lower stomach and made you moan quietly. 

Hongjoong watched as your hands ran down his chest. He loved the way your touch felt on his skin, he loved the way your lips were parted and the way your eyes shined in the dim lighting of the room. He loved everything about you, about this moment. 

You pushed him back and watched as he looked up at you with wide eyes. Hongjoong wanted to grab you and fuck into you more than anything, just so he could stop you from making him wait any longer. But you were in charge, he wasn’t.

You rested your hands in the Center of his chest as you started to roll your hips. It was almost unbearable the way Hongjoong was looking up at you, his eyes darker than you’ve ever seen.

You grinded down onto Hongjoong harder making you moan loudly. The sound almost made Hongjoong cum immediately, “D-Does it feel good Joongie?” 

He whined loudly while nodding his head, “W-Would feel better if you fucked me…” you raised your eyebrow at Hongjoong but shrugged and gripped onto his cock in one swipe. 

You didn’t give yourself any time to adjust before you sat all the way down onto his cock. Hongjoong let out the most angelic noise you’ve ever heard before and it had your legs shaking. 

Hongjoong’s hands immediately flew up to your hips and gripped onto them tightly. Hongjoong’s cheeks were flushed a bright shade of red. He was silently begging for you to fuck him, to make him cum.

You stayed still for a few moments trying to contain yourself before you came without even doing anything. Hongjoong had been waiting too long and he was about to snap, “Please- fuck- please y/n, I need you t-to move. N-Need to cum.”

You took in a shaky breath as you slowly started to circle your hips, the both of you moaning loudly at the feeling of him moving inside you. “Joongie n-needs to cum huh? Who am I to tell you no?” 

At that, you brought your hips up slowly pushed yourself back down. It took you a minute to find the perfect pace for the both of you but once you found it, you were certain neither of you were going to last. 

Hongjoong’s grip on your hips became tighter as you started to praise him. “J-Joongie, you sound so pretty. W-wish you could h-hear yourself…” 

Hongjoong’s hips bucked into yours as you started to move your hips at a faster pace. Your thighs were aching and you were 100% going to be sore but it didn’t matter. The only thing you wanted to do was make Hongjoong feel good. 

“S-So fucking pretty- could f-fuck you all day if you let me. Bet the neighbours can hear y-your pretty little moans.” You were close, the only thing that was stopping you from cuming was Hongjoong. You wanted him to cum first.

Hongjoong was babbling incoherently as his back was arching off of the bed. You knew he was close, he just needed you to push him over the edge, “T-This is what you w-wanted isn’t it Joongie? W-Wanted me to make you c-cum?” 

Hongjoong’s moans got impossibly louder as the headboard of the bed started banging on the wall. There was definitely going to be a noise complaint made… The feeling was almost too good. Your lower body was shaking uncontrollably as you clenched around Hongjoong like a vice, “C-Cum for m-me Joongie-” 

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Almost as soon as you gave him the okay, he came. You squeezed your eyes shut as you took him the feeling of Hongjoong’s cum releasing inside of you. As you slowly grinded on Hongjoong to help him down from his own orgasm, his cock was rubbing against that sweet spot inside you and that was it for you, this is probably the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had all thanks to Hongjoong.

The both of you were a panting mess, the room was filled with sounds of heavy breathing coming from the two of you as you leaned down to rest yourself on Hongjoong’s shoulder. 

You slowly got off of Hongjoong wincing from the feeling of his cum dripping out of you. You moved to your side and faced Hongjoong.

“J-Joongie?” You whispered into Hongjoong’s ear so softly even he barely heard you. His hands rubbed along your side gently, almost like he was scared he was going to hurt you. 

Hongjoong hummed softly in response, “I… I love you.” Your heart slammed against your chest as you tried to predict what Hongjoong was going to say. 

It was okay if he didn’t feel the same way but you just wanted to feel some closure with yourself. Hongjoong’s arms wrapped around your waist tightly as he placed kisses on the top of your head, “R-Really?” 

You smiled softly and nodded, “So so much Joongie. For the longest time, I’ve just wanted you.” 

Hongjoong looked like there were a million emotions going through his mind and you couldn’t tell which ones they were. 

Once Hongjoong leaned in to place his lips onto yours you immediately knew what the response was, “You know y/n, if you had never brought up that promise all those years ago, this would’ve happened such a long time ago.” 

[badbhye]

BELIEVE IT! (M)

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: it’s literally just smut

summary: you try to teach Hoseok the difference between Naruto and Spongebob

warning: smut, recreational drug usage, (not so) excessive naruto references, switch!hoseok, slight dom themes, cumplay, cum feeding, unprotected sex, oral receiving (m/f), fingering

word count: 3.5k

“Let’s break up,” you say and Hoseok stops kissing down your neck to peer up at you.

“What?” he asks, sitting back to properly confront you. You sigh, rolling your head back to stretch your neck, “I don’t think I can date someone who can’t tell the difference between Spongebob and Naruto.”

“You can’t be serious ____,” Hoseok raises an eyebrow, not amused.

“I’m serious, dude, it goes against my code of conduct,” you fold your arms, fully playing this out.

“I know who Naruto is, ____, I’ve witnessed you go through like 10 opening credits every other night. There’s literally a framed picture of him on your bedside. Which is weird, by the way,” he points beside you, towards the offending frame.

You scoff, “See? This is why I can’t date you,” you pick up the frame, “that’s Kakashi,” you wave it in his face, “but I guess I can let you have this one, even though it physically pains me.”

“What can I do so you’ll drop this,” he sighs, sitting back.

“Well…” you bat your lashes, trying to act cute, “I’ve actually downloaded the Chuunin exam arc, because it’s the most wholesome part of Naruto, and I think watching it together will help strengthen our relationship,” you say excitedly, already whipping out your laptop from your backpack.

“God, fine, whatever,” Hoseok groans, already losing interest.

“You’re not taking this seriously!” you whine but still settle back, pulling up the correct episode, and connecting your laptop to the small speakers balanced on your bed frame.

Maybe ten minutes go by, you’re not sure because you’re immediately hooked. It isn’t until you smell the tell-tale scent of weed that you peer over towards Hoseok, who’s busy rolling a blunt. You nudge him lightly and raise a brow, a small smile finding your lips.

“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it stoned,” he coolly responds, licking the paper to seal it.

“I should be offended, but I think I might just love weed as much as I love Naruto,” you giggle, and take the joint from him before he can light it.

“You’re so greedy,” he pouts but lets you take the first few drags, the two of you settle back down and watch a couple of episodes. You’re not sure how much time has passed but that’s a given because you’re well into the show and Hoseok’s been rolling joints in between episodes. You have to hold back an onslaught of giggles when Hoseok groans, flopping over to you, “do they really have to cut back to the same depressing scene on the swings after every inconvenience…“ he says snuggling into your side.

“It’s called character development,” you point out, “it’s used very cleverly and honestly I’m sorry your brain can’t comprehend its raw emotion…” you take a long drag, purposely ignoring the pointed stare you’re currently receiving from him.

Hoseok huffs, taking the remainder of the blunt and you laugh. Soon enough, your attention is pulled away from your boyfriend and back on the screen and it isn't until you feel his lips lightly grazing your neck that you realize that he's up to something.

“H-hoseok,” you gasp when his innocent pecks turn into him shamelessly sucking on your neck. You giggle when his tongue dances on your skin, reactions belated but that’s a given, considering the copious amounts of weed you’ve smoked but you were always one to get a little too high. Hoseok hums, lips still on your neck, and your giggles turn into soft pants when he lazily bites down on your skin. Forgetting the show completely this time, you turn towards him, and he immediately goes for your mouth, his hands creeping under your shirt and grazing the lace of your bra. You hum appreciatively into the kiss at his movements, enjoying the lazy pace quite a bit. He manages to pull down your bralette and pinch your nipples in the way that has you gasping and digging your nails into his back. He doesn't stop even when you feel so utterly overwhelmed from so little. His free hand slowly makes its way down to unbutton your shorts and without even taking him off, he shoves his hand in, deep enough so two of his fingers are grazing your clothed pussy. He lightly grazes you, not adding any pressure but that and the suction on your neck has you squirming and moaning out.

"F-fuck," you whine out, "stop teasing Hobi!"

He chuckles, admiring the hickey he's managed to make in his wake, "What do you want me to do, babe?"

"Anything...do anything I don't care," you respond, eyes shut tight as his fingers repeatedly go over your clit.

"I'm gonna need more than that..." he hums, "do you want my fingers?" he asks, adding just a little pressure in his movements, "or my mouth?" without waiting for your answer he bites down on the hickey he'd made, "you have to choose, babe."

You feel like that's probably the most difficult decision you'd ever have to make, especially right now. Because you know how skilled he truly is and you're at odds to actually make a decision. At your silence he tuts, ceasing his movements. You open your eyes and give him a pleading look in hopes that he'd take pity on you and just give you what you want. When he doesn't budge, your hips slowly begin moving in hopes to feel the friction he'd robbed you of.

"If you want both, all you have to do is ask," he winks at you but doesn't make a move. He wants you to say it.

You huff, not making eye contact, hips still moving slowly, "B-both," you mumble.

"Huh?" he mocks, "I didn't quite catch that."

You groan, "I want both, please eat me out and fuck me with your fingers, please I can't wait anymore!" you quickly let out, normally you'd be embarrassed by your words, normally you'd have more control but there's something about the combination of weed and Hoseok that gets you so turned on that you can't help it. And seeing the way he reacts to your begging, he probably feels the same way. His eyes widen at your lack of restraint because you normally never succumb to his demands this quickly.

"Someone's eager, huh?" Hoseok jokes before he grabs your shorts and pulls them down, underwear in tow.

"Please hurry," you whine, spreading your legs impatiently, eyes half open as you pout at him.

"How could I say no to that face," he complies, teasing your entrance with his fingers.

"You're so wet...and so needy and I've barely touched you," he says, appreciating the string of your wetness that coats his fingers.

"Don't flatter yourself," you argue, "It's the weed... not you," your typical attitude seeping through, but the way your hips desperately move in need of some relief says otherwise.

"Maybe we need to get weed in you more often if it makes you act like this," he chuckles and inserts a single finger inside you. You immediately whimper at the feeling, clenching hard.

"You're so fucked out," Hoseok says, not particularly trying to tease you as he has to hold himself back from just fucking you at the intense hold you have on his finger, "It's amazing," he mumbles, before kissing your inner thighs.

"H-hobi," you whine pathetically, jolts of pleasure from your high all focused on your pussy, making your legs twitch and Hoseok's ministrations just making every feeling more intense.

When he inches closer to your center, lightly biting down on your thigh, you're practically vibrating with anticipation. He's so close you can feel his breath on your pussy, the feeling of cool air on your wet folds and the slow twists of his fingers sends sparks jolting in your body and concentrating on your clit, even though he's not touching it at all.

Just before you can get lost in the feeling of his mouth on you, you're interrupted by the ever so familiar SASUKEEEEEEEE! that has you jolting up quickly. At your movements Hoseok stops completely, a little shocked, "Hey, you good? I didn't hurt you or anything right?"

"N-no," you pant, head feeling too heavy, "just hold on, one second," you slowly angle your body and feel Hoseok's eyes following every languid movement with slight panic. It isn't until you manage to shut your laptop that you turn to him smiling, "We can continue now!"

"____," Hoseok raises an eyebrow at you, "are you seriously telling me you stopped everything...just to shut down your laptop?"

"Hey," you cross your arms, and you notice Hoseok stare at the way your posture pushes your breasts up but honestly, at this point, it's not surprising, Hoseok's always been a boob guy.

"I wasn't gonna fuck you when my children can see me," you lay back down, legs spreading again, and you sigh once you're comfortable again. There's a silence that you don't particularly mind but when Hoseok fails to get down to business, you open your eyes to find him silently trying to control his laughter.

"What?" you huff out, visibly upset that he's laughing at you.

"You're just... so cute," he says after he's calmed down, pretending to wipe a tear.

At this, you get up, even though you'd rather lay back and enjoy the feeling of being weightless and heavy at the same time. Your dignity is on the line and you never back down when you have something to prove.

"Lay down," you command, pushing him towards the mattress without waiting for a response. He inquisitively looks at you but doesn't ask questions as he lets you manhandle him the best you can in your state.

"You're not allowed to mock me, Jung," you try to sound commanding but the playful lilt in your tone still seeps through.

"Oh," he chuckles, "so we're gonna be like that?"

"Shut up!" you bellow as you move to straddle him. You pout when you see him still smiling at you like he's not taking you seriously, but with the plan you've devised you know he'll be eating his words soon enough.

"I just have one rule," you say, grabbing the hem of his shirt so he knows you want it off. He complies without missing a beat, attune to your silent commands.

"And that is?" he asks once you've begun to unbutton his jeans.

You gyrate your hips a bit, teasing him enough so he has to bite his bottom lip between his teeth, "no touching."

You move off him, settling between his legs and easily pull down his pants. The tent he's sporting becomes more visible with just his boxers acting as a barrier and you can't help but lick your lips in anticipation. You eye him looking at you in anticipation, lips caught between his teeth as his breathing staggers just at the mere sight of you between his legs. You start slow, leaving small kisses on each thigh, working your way up. He's patient at first, just watching you. It's when you plant a kiss right on his clothed cock that he whines.

"Stop teasing, please..." he sounds breathless already, and that makes you chuckle. That was easy.

"Reduced to begging already," you smirk, "and I've barely touched you."

He doesn't even seem ashamed at your verbal teasing, just bucking his hips up so you'll pay attention to his dick instead. You laugh, giving in, dipping two fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down at an excruciatingly slow pace. He hisses when his cock is finally exposed and has to hold himself back from gripping the shaft.

"Mmmm," you hum, eyes not leaving his dick as you appreciatively lick your lips, "can't wait to have you in my mouth..." you catch his gaze, as innocently as you can just because you know how much he loves that and notice how much his pupils have blown out. His expression alone makes you want to squirm and just give in but you steel yourself and hold your composure.

Feeling determined once more, you take the tip and swirl your tongue around it, immediately getting a reacting when his thighs twitch. You slowly take more of him in your mouth, bobbing your head and taking more each time you go down. Hoseok grunts when you grab ahold of him, gripping the base and twisting your wrist in tune with your mouth.

"God, you're too good to me," he moans out, hips stuttering when you suck a little harder. You hum appreciatively, enjoying his compliments.

"Can you take more of me babe," he breathes, a hand reaching to lightly grab your hair. At his touch you stop completely, moving off him, eyes still on his dick, "What did I say, Jung?"

"Huh," he asks, confused to why you stopped.

"I said, No touching," you look up to make eye contact this time, face completely serious.

He pouts a little before he sighs, eyes half-lidded, "I'm sorry baby, I'll keep my hands to myself," he promises.

You don't put up much of a fight because frankly, having his cock in your mouth and him being so needy is really making it a challenge to not give in and just sit on his dick. You can already tell that you're dripping and are aware of just how easy it would be to slide in. The thought alone has you moving your hips in need of any sort of relief. Hoseok lets out a breathy laugh when he notices your own desperation and in turn, you take in as much of him until you feel him hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes begin to water, but after inhaling a deep breath, you swallow. That has him sputtering, hand reaching up to take hold of your hair. He pulls gently and you groan at the feeling but you don't stop this time, you let him gently fuck your face for a good minute before you start a faster pace.

"F-fuck, I'm gonna come," he stutters, but his hips keep moving. You ignore his warning and grab ahold of his balls, gently massaging them between your fingers.

"___, I'm s-serious, I can't hold it," he whines and you hum, acknowledging him. You eventually slow down your pace and pop him out of your mouth. The image of you on the ground, eyes wide, mouth dripping with a mixture of your saliva and his precome, has him gripping the base of his dick to stop him from coming before he can even get a chance to fuck you.

"Take off your shirt and get on the bed," is all he says, eyes hard as he stares you down.

The tone of his voice alone has warmth pooling down your belly, you're sure that you must be dripping down your thighs at this point. Nonetheless, you find yourself following his orders without question and within seconds your shirt is off and you're laying on your back.

"On your knees," he corrects you, standing up, gently fisting his cock.

A shiver wracks through your body as you scramble to get in position, legs shaking in excitement. Without warning, you feel Hoseok's mouth on you and you have to grip the sheets to keep yourself from falling over.

"F-fuck, Hoseok," you gasp as he latches onto your clit, sucking it gently.

"Babe you taste so good," he says, messily mouthing at your core, "and fuck you're so wet I bet I'd slide right in..."

"Please do," you whisper, arching your back so he'd have better access, "need your fingers..." You're already so fucked out, face buried in a pillow, breathing harshly and when he slides in two fingers with ease, you lose your grip for a second.

"How will you take my cock if you can't even handle my fingers," he tuts, holding you steady from your waist.

"I-I'll take a-all of you, mmh," you say in between soft moans, grinding your hips so you're practically fucking yourself on his fingers.

He scissors his fingers inside you, thumb reaching to rub circles on your clit and soon enough your moans increase in volume but you keep up with his pace.

"Hoseok, I'm gonna come, Hoseo- Fuck," your words are mumbled, broken moans and they just make Hoseok more ruthless in his ministrations.

"Come, baby, fuck yourself so hard that you come on my fingers," he demands, edging you further until you shake from the waves of pleasure that wrack your body. You're whining so hard as you ride out your orgasm, Hoseok's grip tightening when your body goes slack from the exertion. When you've calmed down, Hoseok gently turns you over and settles you down once more, "you good for another round?"

You trail your eyes from his face, down his torso until they land on his achingly hard cock, following a drip of precome that slides down the length. The sight alone has you salivating and feeling the familiar ache between your legs once more. You invitingly spread your legs for him, "fuck me right now," you beckon.

"God, what did I do to deserve you?" he groans, already teasing his cock at your entrance. He's purposely slow, rubbing his dick up your slit till it grazes your clit then goes back down, nudging your entrance but not going in. Your hips twitch every time he's about to go in and by the third time, you're tearing up. "Hoseok, please please fuck me, I can't wait anymore," you shamelessly beg, trying to angle your hips in a way that you can somehow coax his dick to slip inside you. By now, the headiness of the weed has probably left your body and replaced with a thick cloud of lust.

"I'll give you anything you want if you beg like that," he responds, filling you up to the hilt in one swift motion. Both of you pause once he's nestled so deep inside you just getting used to the sensation. You're so wet that the intrusion isn't the least bit uncomfortable, more like a pleasant stretch. He slides back a little before he thrusts in again and you gasp, not realizing that you had been holding your breath. "Go faster please," you urge and he immediately ups his movements to a quicker, harder pace. You have to grab ahold of his back to keep yourself grounded and when your nails dig into his skin you feel him twitch inside you.

"You close," he asks, voice breaking a little.

You know you probably couldn't get a coherent word out so you just nod quickly, groaning a little when he grazes your g-spot. He hums, hand finding your clit once again and promptly pinches it between two fingers, making your hips jump at the added pressure.

"Fu-ck, Hoseok, I'm coming! I'm co-" you cut yourself off with a long drawn out moan as you feel familiar waves of pleasure thrum in your veins but so intense this time that your vision blacks out for a second. Hoseok slows down his pace but still bottoms out every time he thrusts in until you ride out your orgasm. Once your breathing evens out a little and you arch away from his fingers, he slowly slides out of you, a hand immediately gripping his shaft as he works himself to an orgasm. His eyes remain half-lidded and focus on your breasts, you catch on his request and slide closer to him so his dick is inches away from your chest.

"G-god, I'm gonna come," he grits out, working himself so quickly he gets lost in the feeling. Exposing his neck to you, his hips stutter when the first string of come lands on your chest. His movements slow down a little, some of his come splattering on your belly before he lets go. He opens his eyes with a content sigh, catching sight of the utter mess he's made of you. It's a beautiful sight really, your come stained chest, he could probably go another round right now but you look so utterly spent - that again spurring something within him. He hums, moving so he can mouth at your chest, sucking on each nipple before he gathers his come in his mouth. You don't need to be told what to do when he reaches your lips, you readily open your mouth as he shoves his come down your throat. The two of you lazily kiss for a while, you enjoying the taste of him and the feeling of him in your mouth.

"You know," Hoseok says after he's successfully laid down next to you. You turn your head to face him as much as you can in silent question. He lets out an airy laugh, "maybe Naruto isn't so bad after all."

[zen3to5]

J/H 6-02: Join Together

On we go with Zen 3 to 5+! Last time, we made a real storyline out of Kelso's giving up his feelings for Jackie, but she and Hyde have yet to speak this season. Time to fix that...

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SHOW TITLE   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT - NIGHT   The same night as the credits scene from 6-01. HYDE is passed out in his chair, with SCHATZI asleep in his arms. Smoke still lingers in the air.   The basement door opens. JACKIE enters.   JACKIE: Steven?   She shuts the door. Hyde jerks awake, which wakes up Schatzi.   HYDE: It’s oregano!   He shakes off the last of sleep, sees Jackie. They stare across the room at each other until Jackie crosses to the couch and sits at the end near Hyde’s chair.   JACKIE: Okay, Steven, I’m here to tell you, now that summer’s almost over, I’ve made my decision. I choose you.   She leans over the arm of the couch to kiss him. When she recovers, Hyde starts leaning in to follow, but stops himself, sits up straight, and sets Schatzi down on the coffee table.   HYDE: Good to know.   He stands and crosses to the deep freeze.   JACKIE: “Good to know?” That’s all you have to say?   HYDE: I’ll figure out the rest after I spend a summer at the pool.   He turns to smirk Jackie’s way; she pouts.   JACKIE: Ha, ha. You’ve made your point, Steven. Now you sit back down and french me.   HYDE: Jackie, when I said, “choose between me and Kelso,” I meant, “choose me, right then.” Making me sit around and wait it out is immature.   JACKIE: I want what I want when I want it! What is so immature about that?   HYDE: Jackie...   JACKIE: (stands) Don’t you “Jackie” me! Steven, do you remember why I needed time to think about this in the first place?   HYDE: Do you remember you made me compete with a two-timing moron who superglued his own head to his desk two days before graduation?   JACKIE: I still loved you!   HYDE: Then what was there to choose between?   JACKIE: Nothing, I just needed time to think!   HYDE: Why didn’t you tell me that?   JACKIE: Why didn’t you ask me that?   HYDE: Because you haven’t been by here all summer!   JACKIE: I was thinking!   HYDE: I was waiting!   As they stare each other down, Schatzi starts to whimper.   HYDE (cont’d): Great. And now, you’ve upset the dog.   Hyde scoops up Schatzi and retreats to his room. Jackie throws her hands up, “what just happened?”

MAIN CREDITS   BUMPER   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN - DAY   The next morning. Hyde and ERIC sit at the kitchen table, eating cereal.   ERIC: So Jackie turns up, tells you, “I choose you,” and you... said “no.”   Hyde doesn’t answer, avoids looking at Eric.   ERIC (cont’d): Hyde, as someone with experience in holding out for the sake of pride, you really don’t want to wait until she runs away to California. Of course, this is Jackie, so she’d probably run away to, like, Dallas. And I can’t see you getting along well with the Texans when you go out to get her. There’d be a bar fight, you spend the night in jail, your cellmate’s a cowboy with a bad moustache and a “Remember the Alamo” belt buckle who makes you his wife... you know what, go ahead and hold out. That sounds fun.   RED and KITTY enter from the living room. Eric stands and moves to meet them by the stove.   ERIC (cont’d): Hey, Mom, Dad. I have something I want to tell you. I’ve decided not to move away.   RED: What?   ERIC: Yeah. I’m gonna stay and put off college for just for a little while. (to Red) Or, at least until you’re well enough to go back to work.   Kitty sweeps Eric into a huge hug. Hyde snickers from the table.   KITTY: My baby! My baby! My baby!   ERIC: Okay, okay, Mom, this is actually kind of embarrassing. You’re actually really hurting me, yeah.   She lets him go.   RED: (to Eric) You mean I’ve been waiting eighteen years for you to get your butt out of this house, and now you’re staying?   Ignoring that, Eric produces a check from his pocket and hands it to Kitty.   ERIC: Look, Mom, I signed over my paycheck to you. I, uh, I want you to go buy yourself something pretty. Or, I don’t know, electricity.   KITTY: Oh, honey, thank you.   She hugs him again, more gently this time.   KITTY (cont’d): Red, it wouldn’t kill you to thank him.   RED: It might. I just had a heart attack.   Kitty gives him a look, then takes a scrap of paper hidden under the coffee tin. She and Red cross to the table and sit.   KITTY: Speaking of which, I found this in the garbage last night. Why would you throw away the list of all the food the doctor said we couldn’t have in the house?   RED: Kitty, did you look at that list? If I had known what I was coming home to after my heart attack, I would’ve walked straight into that bright light and never looked back.   KITTY: Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad. I’ll do it with you. ‘Cause what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.   ERIC: Actually, Mom, Dad’s the gander. The male goose. So it would be “what’s good for the gander is good for the goose.”   He sits back down, takes the list.   ERIC (cont’d): So, let’s take a gander at what you’re giving up with the gander.   He chuckles, even as Red and Hyde roll their eyes.   ERIC (cont’d): That’s how you do that. Okay... (reading) “Potato chips, other salty snacks...”   KITTY: Good advice. The doctor obviously knows what he’s talking about.   ERIC: (reading) “Butter, heavy cream, cheese...”   KITTY: Gone. Makes a lot of sense.   ERIC: (reading) “Alcoholic beverages...”   KITTY: Okay, that doctor’s a quack.   Kitty snaps up the list and storms into the living room.   BUMPER   INT. DONNA’S BEDROOM - DAY   A short time later. Eric observes as DONNA packs the suitcase on her writing desk with clothes.   DONNA: God, it’s gonna be so hard going off to college without you. But we’ll see each other on the weekends, right?   ERIC: Well, you say that now, but then there’s that weekend when you call home and say you have to “study” but I hear Moose the placekicker in the background asking if you want another shot of tequila, so...   DONNA: Eric, that would never happen. I would never date a placekicker. It’s quarterback or nothing for me.   ERIC: Ah!   They laugh and embrace.   DONNA: The more I think about leaving you, the sadder I get. And the sadder I get, the more I wanna be with you. Right now.   ERIC: (beat) Now? Well, yeah, I mean, I guess –   Donna shoves him down onto the bed, jumps him, and begins unbuttoning his shirt.   ERIC (cont’d): whoa! All right, this is great! It’ll be, like, completely spontaneous! Like, I just -   DONNA: Why are you talking?   ERIC: I’m sorry, I just –   She cuts him off with a deep kiss. He gives into it and pulls her further down onto him, and we cut to:   BUMPER   INT. HUB – DAY   A very slow afternoon; the place is nearly empty. Among the few customers are Jackie, KELSO, and FEZ at the wall table, Jackie in a chair and the boys in the booth seat.   JACKIE: Do you two think I’m immature?   KELSO: No, you’re almost fully grown.   They both give her a look-over, which she chooses to ignore.   JACKIE: Well, Steven thinks so. Apparently, I’m immature. Well, he wants “mature?” He thinks that’s cool? I can be cool. People can change. Olivia Newton-John did it for John Travolta, and that movie was incredibly realistic.   She looks up in thought. A slow zoom in as we cut to:   INT. HUB – DAY   FANTASY SEQUENCE. The Hub, with all the tables conveniently cleared for any impending choreography. Hyde, Eric, Kelso, and Fez are gathered around the Space Invaders game.   Jackie and Donna enter, Jackie in Sandy’s greaser chick outfit from GREASE. They strut across the room until they stand across from the boys. Eric, Kelso, and Fez all whip around to look at them.   ERIC: WOW!   KELSO: Yowza.   FEZ: Yummy.   Hyde looks up last. When he sees Jackie, he rips the sunglasses off his head.   HYDE: Jackie?   JACKIE: Tell me about it, Steve.   The girls move onto their marks, as do the boys. “You’re The One That I Want” from GREASE begins to play as a full-on song and dance number begins.   HYDE (lip-sync): I got chills! They’re multiplying And I’m losing control ‘Cause the power you’re supplying It’s electrifying!   JACKIE (lip-sync): You better shape up ‘cause I need a man And my heart is set on you You better shape up You better understand To my heart I must be true...   HYDE (lip-sync): Nothing left Nothing left for me to do...   JACKIE & HYDE (lip-sync): You’re the one that I want (You are the one I want) Ooh, hoo, hoo, honey! The one that I want (You are the one I want) Ooh, hoo, hoo, honey! The one that I want (You are the one I want) Ooh, hoo, hoo! The one I need Oh, yes indeed...   By the end of the number, Jackie is wrapped around Hyde with arms and legs as he gazes into her eyes.   HYDE: Oh, Jackie, you’re so cool and mature. Please take me back. ‘Cause we belong together like bob-bobba-loo-ba, shawalla shebang-shebang.   In reply, she pulls him into a long, passionate kiss. The others all group together, offering (ad-libbed) congratulations and celebrations. A heart flanked by two unicorns serves as an iris closing on the scene, and we fade back into reality...   INT. HUB – DAY   Jackie sways gently in her seat to the music in her head. Kelso and Fez share a look.   KELSO:  (to Jackie) Are you gonna sing? ‘Cause we’ve heard you sing, and... you’re not gonna sing, are you?   Fez shakes his head, pleading.   JACKIE: No, but I’m gonna get Steven back, whatever it takes. And I’m gonna get me a pair of those black satin pants, ‘cause I look good in those.   And thus, she turns back to daydreaming.   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN - DAY   A short time later. Hyde snacks at the counter as Red slowly, reluctantly drops an assortment of junk food piled on the stovetop into the trash can.   Eric and Kitty enter, each carrying a cart loaded with liquor bottles.   KITTY: Okay, the doctor wins. Eric and I boxed up all the liquor.   ERIC: (to Hyde) Man, look at all this. It’s like Dean Martin exploded. There were bottles in the liquor cabinet, the dining room hutch, my mom’s nightstand...   He picks up the offending bottle.   KITTY: Oh, no, no. That’s for polishing furniture.   ERIC: Mom, there’s lipstick on it.   HYDE: It’s just your luck, Forman. You’re about to turn eighteen and there’s gonna be no hooch left in the house to steal.   Red and Kitty’s eyes snap to him.   HYDE (cont’d): I mean, avoid. (They stare) Do homework next to. Pray near. (They stare) Come on!   RED: Yeah, it’s gonna be pretty boring around here. (to Eric) You know what you should do? Go to college.   He exits to the basement.   ERIC: Mom, would it be too much to ask for Dad to be grateful that I’m staying?   KITTY: Honey, we’re all going through hard times. You’re giving up your future. I’m giving up my Schnapps. Let’s not compare our pain.   BUMPER   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT - DAY   THE CIRCLE. Open on Eric’s empty seat, which he hurries into.   ERIC: Hey, sorry I’m late. Donna was really upset about leaving, so I had to comfort her in a bedular way. It turns out, if I get her sad, she gives it away like goldfish at a freakin’ carnival.   Pan to Fez.   FEZ: Eric, I think you may have found a secret “open sesame” to sex. Make the lady cry. Perhaps I should try that with my wife. “Laurie, here’s a dead cat. Now, do me.”   Pan to Hyde.   HYDE:  A little history, Fez – I think Laurie has a lot of “open sesames.” Like “hi, Laurie.” That usually does it.   Pan to Kelso.   KELSO: Actually, I only ever got as far as “hi.” Fez, I did it with your wife!   Pan to Eric.   ERIC: God, I have so much power over Donna now. It’s like I know how Obi-Wan Kenobi feels. (doing Obi-Wan) “These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.” (normal voice) Man, I wish I could do it with Donna in a land speeder on Tatooine. That would be so awesome.   BUMPER   MUSIC NOTE: “Hot Child in the City” by Nick Glider.   EXT. FORMAN DRIVEWAY – DAY   Moments later. Jackie, in a tiny bikini and sunglasses, is sprawled out on a lawn chair set up in the driveway. She turns and smiles as the four boys file out from the kitchen. They’re all still coming down from the Circle, but that doesn’t stop them from checking Jackie out – Hyde especially.   JACKIE: Hello, boys.   FEZ: And hello, sun goddess.   If looks could kill, Hyde would’ve just murdered Fez. He looks away from Jackie and inches away from Hyde.   Jackie flips her sunglasses up and stands.   JACKIE: (to Hyde) You know, Steven, a tan’s not the only thing I have now that I didn’t have when we were going out.   She lifts up her right foot, drawing attention to:   FEZ: (gasp) Toe ring.   Hyde, sucking in deep breaths, tries his best not to look. His best isn’t very good.   JACKIE: (to Hyde) Yep. Tan, toe ring – a tattoo.   HYDE: (scoffs) You don’t have a tattoo. You’re bluffing. (beat) You have a tattoo?   He looks her over, tries to see her back.   JACKIE: Well, we’re not going out, so I guess you’ll never know.   She walks past him, brushing him with her shoulder as she does, and heads back into the house. The guys all follow her with their eyes.   Hyde takes a few steps after her before catching himself. Eric, Kelso, and Fez all grin.   KELSO: Look at you watching her. You love her, man. (doing Hyde) “Oh, baby, I love you so much.”   He starts making kissy faces. Fez does the same, and they lean into each other for a bit, just missing the other’s lips.   KELSO: (laughing) Were you doing Jackie?   FEZ: (beat) Yes, yes.   HYDE: Why am I even thinking about her? Man, she’s like Tahiti. It’s warm and it’s beautiful and you wanna go there, but when you do, you get bit by a mosquito and you get malaria and you’re sick for the rest of your life.   KELSO: You know, when me and Jackie were going out, this’d be right around the time that you got us back together after a break-up. It’s too bad you don’t have your own you around.   ERIC: Kelso, would you really want two Hydes around? You’d be getting frogged from the right and the left 24 hours a day.   Unconsciously, Kelso wraps his arms around himself, covering his biceps.   HYDE: (to Kelso) I wasn’t trying to get you back together. I was trying to get her to stop crying.   Each of the boys reacts – Eric amused, Kelso guilty, Fez ready to cry. Hyde stirs uncomfortably under their eyes.   HYDE (cont’d): She was ruining all my shirts.   They keep staring.   HYDE (cont’d): Shut up!   When they keep staring, Hyde delivers an open-palm smack to Fez’s forehead. He falls back against Eric, who falls back against Kelso, and all three of them collapse to the ground. Hyde marches off down the drive.   FADE TO BLACK   COMMERCIAL   BUMPER   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – DAY   Another day. “Baby Come Back” by Player is on the radio. Eric and Donna read a magazine together on the couch, Jackie sits in the lawn chair, and Kelso paces up and down.   KELSO: Jackie, I’ve noticed you and Hyde are still broken up. As the man who used to pleasure you endlessly, I think it’s only fitting that I take over Hyde’s old job of getting you back together with your fella, ‘cause when I’m a cop, I’m gonna have to deal with domestic cases like this all the time.   DONNA: And the good news is, he’ll have guns.   KELSO: Yeah, this is gonna be a piece of cake. Y’know, they should’ve put me in charge of Vietnam. I would’ve had those people making out in a week.   He exits out the basement door.   ERIC: Wow. Donna, that might be the last time you’ll ever get to see Kelso make an even bigger mess of a problem.   DONNA: Yeah, I’m gonna miss that. And I’m gonna miss you.   She sets the magazine down and leans into Eric.   JACKIE: Well, I’m not gonna miss you two slobbering all over each other like fat girls in a house with free meat.   She stands and exits out the basement door.   ERIC: And that might be the last time that Jackie ever makes fun of us, fat girls, and meat.   DONNA: Yeah...   She throws herself at Eric, and they begin violently making out. Thus begins:   MONTAGE.   A) FORMAN DRIVEWAY. Eric and Donna lean against the Vista Cruiser. Eric heaves a long sigh.   DONNA: What?   ERIC: Nothing. It’s just... this could be the last time that you and I stand by the Vista Cruiser. I just waxed her – she’s all slippy slidy.   Donna whirls around to kiss Eric. The two of them make out, sliding up and down the Vista Cruiser.   B) DONNA’S BEDROOM. Donna sits at her writing desk. Eric stands over her, toothbrush in hand.   ERIC: Donna, this might be the last time I bring you your toothbrush.   DONNA: That’s not my toothbrush.   ERIC: (beat) Might be the last time I bring you the wrong toothbrush.   Donna shoves everything off her desk. Eric lies down across it, she jumps on top of him, and they go at it.   BUMPER   EXT. FORMAN DRIVEWAY - DAY   Later that afternoon. Hyde and Kelso sit in the chairs on the back porch.   KELSO: Okay, Hyde. If I’m gonna get you and Jackie back together, I’m gonna start by doing what you always did for me, which was point out all the stuff I was doing wrong. So let’s start with the fact that you have curly hair.   Hyde gives Kelso a dirty look. It goes right over Kelso’s head.   KELSO (cont’d): That’s cute on girls and little kids, but on a man, that’s just dirty. Plus you don’t wash it and you’ve got those sideburns, so that’s a double ugh. (afterthought) Oh, and you slept with that nurse.   HYDE: That only happened because you hit on Jackie for that whole year, and it led to a misunderstanding. And I owned up to what I did. If Jackie was gonna take me back anyway, she shouldn’t have made me spend all summer waiting on her.   KELSO: Yeah, but Hyde, you should’ve known she wouldn’t just get over that. You never pushed her to just get over it when I slept with Laurie, or made out with Pam Macy, or stole 50 bucks from her, or that mess Fez and I left in her dad’s Lincoln after that night of cow-tipping went wrong.   HYDE: (sighs) Fine. Maybe I was sort of impetuous and maybe a little rash.   KELSO: Now, see, that’s something that Jackie oughta know.   CUT TO:   INT. DONNA’S BEDROOM - DAY   Minutes later. Jackie and Kelso stand in the bedroom, talking.   KELSO: Hyde says that he was sort of infectious and he has a rash.   JACKIE: What?   KELSO: I’m just telling you what he said.   JACKIE: All right, look, Michael, Steven’s the one who messed up the relationship. He thought you and I were together, but he was just wrong. He fabricated the whole mess.   KELSO: Well, somebody ought to make that clear.   CUT TO:   EXT. FORMAN DRIVEWAY – DAY   Minutes later. Kelso and Hyde, basketball under his arm, stand in the driveway, talking.   KELSO: Jackie wants you to know that there was a mess ‘cause she was wearing the wrong fabric.   HYDE: That can’t be what she said.   KELSO: It’s word for word, man.   HYDE: Kelso, would you get out of here?   KELSO: What? I’m helping.   HYDE: You’re making me wanna kick your ass!   KELSO: That better be the rash talking.   Kelso walks off through the garage. Hyde nails him in the back with the basketball before heading into the house.   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN – DAY   Kitty looks over items on the shelf near the patio door. Red enters from the living room, paper bag in hand. He takes a careful look around the kitchen, but misses Kitty. She watches as he draws a can of beer from the bag and pops it open. He lifts it to his lips to drink...   KITTY: Busted, mister.   Red slams the can down on the stovetop.   RED: You’re like a damn cat. I’m gonna make you wear a bell.   Kitty crosses to him, points at the can.   KITTY: Bad health in a can, that’s what that is. The doctor said he wants nothing like that around here, and I agree. All it takes is a little willpower, Red.   Kitty opens the flour tin and pulls out a bottle of wine. She pours a healthy amount into her water glass.   KITTY (cont’d): Even though you used to do something without thinking, you just – you have to grab a hold of those thoughts.   She downs the wine.   RED: Can I get you a refill there?   Kitty looks from him, to her glass, to her bottle.   KITTY: Well, there’s a lesson for you. You’re welcome.   She exits to the living room, taking bottle and glass with her.   As she leaves, Eric enters.   ERIC: (to Red) Hey.   RED: Oh, hey – listen, son. You know, uh... it means a lot to your mother, you staying here and helping out the family. And as for me, I... well, uh...   He takes a scrap of paper from his pocket and hands it to Eric.   RED (cont’d): There. The doctor said I should write down my feelings.   ERIC: Are you actually thanking me?   He reads the note.   ERIC (cont’d): This is a list of yard work.   RED: Yeah, the lawn thanks you for all that mowing you’re gonna do.   ERIC: You’re welcome, Dad.   RED: Yeah. Well...   Eric steps in for a hug, but Red holds his hand up.   RED (cont’d): All right, we’re both men here.   Eric nods, heads out to the drive.   BUMPER   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – DAY   Eric and Donna sit on the couch, watching GILLIGAN’S ISLAND.   ERIC: Oh, God.   DONNA: What’s wrong?   ERIC: Nothing. It’s just... this could be the last time that you and I watch Gilligan get hit on the head by the Skipper.   DONNA: Eric, the more we talk about me going away, the sadder you get. And being with you so much lately has been great, but afterwards... well, you always used to look a little bit ashamed, and... I mean, now you just seem depressed.   ERIC: Oh, no, no. I’m not depressed, Donna. You are depressed.   He stands, shoves everything off the coffee table.   ERIC (cont’d): Okay, let’s do this.   DONNA: (stands) Okay, hold on. All this “last time” stuff – have you been saying that just for sex?   ERIC: What? Have I... what? (doing Obi-Wan) “This is not the one you’re angry with.”   He waves his hand in front of her eyes.   DONNA: You’re disgusting.   She storms out the door. Eric sits down. Donna re-enters immediately, and Eric stands back up right away.   DONNA (cont’d): That might be the last time we fight over you trying to get me to have sex with you!   ERIC: I know!   Donna hurries over to him, takes him in an embrace, and they fall back down onto the couch as they kiss.   BUMPER   EXT. FORMAN FRONT PORCH – DAY   Closer to evening than afternoon. Fez and Kelso sit together on the front porch. Kelso has a hand on his temple.   KELSO: This “getting people back together” business is hard. I don’t remember ever throwing a basketball at Hyde’s back when he was doing this, and I don’t think Jackie ever threw an empty hairspray can at his head. (to Fez) Your wife did that to me once.   FEZ: I get it. You had sex with my wife. Stop rubbing it in.   KELSO: Wow. I wasn’t even trying to burn you with that one. It’s just too easy. Just like your wife.   Fez turns away, pouting, while Kelso chuckles.   KELSO: Man, it’s obvious that Hyde and Jackie both wanna be together, and they would be in a second if they just thought that the other one had said “I’m sorry.”   He considers that for a second, then leaps to his feet, Fez following.   KELSO: Eureka, Fez! Eureka!   FEZ: I’m one step ahead of you, my friend!   KELSO: Yeah, I’ll just lie to both of them and tell them the other one said “I’m sorry!”   FEZ: Oh. I thought we were going to try and get my wife to do me.   KELSO: (beat) Good luck with that.   He claps Fez on the shoulder and runs off.   CUT TO:   EXT. FORMAN DRIVEWAY - DAY   Minutes later. Kelso has gathered Jackie and Hyde in front of the Vista Cruiser. He takes them each by the shoulder and pulls them in closer.   KELSO: Okay, here we go. Let’s make up.   JACKIE: All right. Look, Steven, I heard what you said.   HYDE: Yeah, I heard what... wait a minute, you heard what I said?   JACKIE: Yeah, Michael told me. And, just so you know – I’m sorry too.   HYDE: Too? No, you’re not sorry too. You’re sorry one, I’m sorry two.   JACKIE: (beat) Wait, what? No, Michael said -   HYDE: Yeah, he said that...   They both turn to glare at Kelso.   KELSO: Whoa! I did my work. You two gotta clean this mess up yourselves.   HYDE: (to Jackie) So nothing’s changed then?   JACKIE: (shrugs) Guess not.   HYDE: (scoffs) Forget this.   Jackie turns to head down the drive, Hyde turns to go back into the house. Kelso pulls them both back and turns them toward each other.   KELSO: Okay, enough. Look, you guys, who cares who apologized first? (to Hyde) Jackie obviously wants to be with you, and you’re here, which means that you wanna be with her, and I don’t blame you, ‘cause with that rash, you ain’t got a whole lot of choices.   JACKIE: All right, look, Steven, do you wanna be with me?   Hyde gives a very small shrug.   JACKIE (cont’d): No, no, a shrug’s not gonna cut it. Steven, I need you to say something. All right, look – I’ll even go first. Steven, I wanna be with you. And you?   HYDE: I... can you hang on a second?   He turns to Kelso and frogs him in the arm.   HYDE (cont’d): Would you get out of here?   KELSO: If you want me to leave, all you have to do is say “please.”   HYDE: Fine, please!   He frogs Kelso again.   KELSO: That’s better.   He retreats into the house.   HYDE: Jackie, I do wanna be with you.   Coy, Jackie takes a step in.   JACKIE: Because...   She traces a heart in the air with her fingers.   HYDE: (beat) Will you take a shrug for that?   JACKIE: (smiles, shrugs) Eh.   She throws her arms around his neck. His arms wrap around her waist, and they kiss.   FADE TO BLACK   CREDITS   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN – DAY   LAURIE is at the island with a laundry basket. She sorts through her things as Fez comes up from the basement and moves behind her.   FEZ: Hello, darling. I see you are washing your unmentionables.   LAURIE: Yeah. Do you know what gets out grass stains and Kailua?   FEZ: Anyways, I was thinking how sad you must be considering the mess you made of your life. With all that sadness, do you also not get needy?   LAURIE: Y’know, I sort of do.   FEZ: Ali Baba, the treasure is mine!   LAURIE: I’m gonna go see if Carlos is home.   She struts out the door. Fez sighs, smiles, and leans on the laundry basket.   FEZ: That Carlos is one lucky S.O.B. to have a wife like mine.   END.

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I hope no one's disappointed by how comparatively unaltered this one is to 6-01! If I'm being honest, I don't find the idea that Hyde would be too proud and stubborn to get back together with Jackie right away after making him wait on an answer to be out-of-character; I just don't like the sloppy and cavalier way the show presented that idea, or the lack of a peek behind the curtain as to how he really feels. With these rewrites of 6-01 and 6-02 together, I've tried to do that.

In any event, now that Jackie and Hyde are back together, it's on to the middle of Season 6...