#which is either try different alcohol until u throw up or never drink anything alcoholic again

[dorimares]

had a gp appointment today to get referred for allergy tests bc i now can't drink red wine w/o throwing up violently a couple hours later + i wanna know if it's all alcohol or just wine i'm allergic to + the dr told me there's no way to pinpoint allergies if they're gut-based 😀 i'm just gonna have to try different drinks + see if i vomit or not 😀

[havenoffandoms]

and “So why do I have to punch that guy?” if u wanna write abt it pls geralt x fem!reader

This one is longer, but it’s also angsty. I hope you enjoy it, nonnie. 

Warnings: angst, canon-typical violence (someone gets punched), swearing, degrading insults (start under the cut), toxic masculine behaviour (not from Geralt), but fear not, there is a happy ending.

Prompt: 36. “So why do I have to punch that guy?”

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You have always been a little… well, you don’t like to use the term “odd”, because that implies that you’re in some way abnormal to everyone else. The entire village may think that you’re a bit strange, but that really shouldn’t colour your own perception of yourself. You’re unique, you’re one of a kind, and you’re different from all the other narrow-minded people in your village. So what? A little diversity never hurt anyone. 

It turns out that your neighbours don’t like diversity. You found a way to deal with their judgement and their disapproving looks. It certainly didn’t stop you from attending the farmer’s market or visiting the local inn and at least trying to mingle. You can deal with the hushed whispers that follow you everywhere, you don’t mind the way people suddenly stop talking when you appear, and you certainly don’t pay any attention to the glares the elderly village women shot your way. 

You aren’t looking for their approval, but the fact that you started, ahem, being involved with a certain witcher didn’t make things easier for you. When you first met Geralt, he was just passing through the village hoping to find a blacksmith to repair his sword. It turns out that the alderman had been looking for a witcher to get rid of the many wolf packs prowling the nearby forest, and attacking the farmers’ livestock. The entire village had been asked to pitch in to pay for the witcher’s services. You weren’t aware of the presence of a witcher that day, since you somehow managed to get lost in the woods yourself.

Geralt saved you from a very horrid death that day. You can’t imagine being mauled by a pack of wolves being all that terribly pleasant.

One thing led to another. Geralt saved you, so you welcomed him into your home, offered him a warm meal and refreshing ale, let him sleep in your guest room on a decently comfortable straw mattress. You didn’t have much to offer, but to a witcher, it was the very definition of luxury to not sleep under the stars for one night. So, you decided that Geralt could stay for as long as he needed… or wanted. 

He stayed for a whole week before you two parted, and since then, he makes sure to stop by your village every year at least once. 

This year, Geralt surprised you by dropping by for the second time in the span of two months. You’re happy to have him back, to the point where you simply don’t want him to leave anymore. But you know that the call of the Path will eventually take your witcher away from you. Until then, you’ll make sure to spoil him as much as you can, with good food, strong drinks, and a warm bed which you two now have taken to sharing. 

Your trip to the farmer’s market is about as uneventful as it gets. You left Geralt to sleep in while you go fetch some food for breakfast. You know just how much he loves scrambled eggs in the morning, but his visit took you by surprise, and you had just freshly run out of eggs that you could use. While you’re out, you decide to buy some meat as well (the butcher’s son likes you, though, and he’s one of the rare ones not to sneer at you when you interact with him). You make sure to purchase locally grown fruit and vegetables too. It’s all shaping to be a very uneventful morning. 

Until you make your way home again, and get stopped on the way by a group of men who have been following you since you left the market. You try to walk past them, but they crowd you and stare at you with lecherous sneers plastered on their faces. 

“Well, well, lads,” a young man you recognise as the innkeeper’s son speaks first, “what do we have here? The witcher’s whore, completely unguarded. You know, I heard a rumour that the mutant was seen around your house late at night last night…”

“It’s none of your business just who is seen around my house, Thomas!” 

You turn around, intent on getting away from these men as fast as you can, but Thomas is quicker and snatches your arm, whirling you around until you’re staring into his cruel eyes. His breath stinks of alcohol. 

“Now, now. You really ought to be nicer to us, whore!”

“Let me go,” you hiss, making sure to maintain eye contact and not let Thomas see just how scared you are, “let me go, or I’ll cry for help, and I guarantee you don’t want the witcher having to come to my rescue and beat the living hell out of you!”

“Awfully bad mouth you got on ya,” Thomas’ mocking tone sends chills coursing through your body, “but that’s to be expected from a whore.”

“So why do I have to punch that guy?” a rough baritone voice suddenly echoes behind you. Relief washes over you when you recognise Geralt’s voice. Thomas’ hold on your arm tightens, and when he turns to face Geralt, he twists your arm in the process, pulling a pained yelp from you and causing you to drop your basket. 

“He called me a witcher’s whore!” you cry out, your voice trembling as you fight back the tears that threaten to well up in your eyes and run down your cheeks. You see Geralt appraise the three men before him, but to your relief, he isn’t carrying his swords. You’d much rather avoid a bloodshed, not because you care about what happens to Thomas, but because you don’t want Geralt to be stoned out of the village (and out of your life). 

“That’s certainly more than a good enough reason to punch him, then.” 

Before Thomas’ brain can catch onto what’s happening, Geralt’s fist collides with his jaw, and a resounding crack follows where the witcher probably broke a bone. In his pain, Thomas let’s go of your hand long enough for you to run to Geralt’s side and hide behind his larger frame, a place from which you can watch as Thomas spits blood and howls in pain. Geralt is staring at the other two men, who look torn between helping their friend or running from the witcher. 

“Anything else you’d like to add to that statement?” Geralt asks Thomas, taking several threatening steps forward as he does so. A pleased smirk graces your lips as you watch Thomas scramble to his feet and run, quickly followed by his friends. “No, I didn’t think so.”

“Thank you for saving me,” you throw yourself at Geralt, and in your relief, you finally let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Your hand! How’s your ha-”

“Don’t you worry about that, dove,” Geralt tells you, his voice now much softer as he cradles your cheek in both his strong hands, forcing you to look into his kind eyes. “Are you hurt?”

“He twisted my arm, but nothing major. Shaken, that’s about it.” You look forlornly at your now spoilt purchases. The eggs broke when you dropped your basket, and the meat is scattered all over the sandy path. “And there goes your breakfast and our dinner.”

“I’ll hunt us something for dinner, dove, don’t worry. In the meantime, let’s skip breakfast and get packing.”

“Packing?” you parrot back incredulously, “where are we going?”

Geralt rests his forehead against yours and huffs impatiently. 

“I don’t want you to stay here a minute longer, and soon the villagers will demand that I leave anyway for hurting that boy. I’m taking you to Kaer Morhen with me.”

Kaer Morhen, the famed witcher’s keep, Geralt’s home. You’d heard stories of the place, but you never thought you’d ever get an invitation, and you certainly didn’t want to impose your presence either. But Geralt sounds so genuine, and the pleading gaze he shoots you tells you just how much he wants you to agree to this plan. 

It’s not like there’s anything holding you back in this village, anyway. “We should get packing then before there’s a mob at my door.” 

The next couple of months were probably the happiest of your life as you travelled the Path with Geralt, met his family and spent all winter cosied up to him in the witcher’s castle. For the first time in years, you finally feel like you belong.

[loverboytrashmouth]

Wish You Were Sober

pairing; Reddie

word count; 4k

summary; Eddie is tired of Richie flirting like a madman whenever he gets alcohol in his system.

a/n; so i decided i’m making a kind of series of reddie fics i write based on songs, bc i’m the type of bitch that listens to any music or intakes any kind of media and thinks “iMagiNe tHiS bUt rEdDiE<333″ so ya there’s that lol. here’s a lil angsty one shot based on wish you were sober by conan gray, aka a superior song if u ask me. as always, read on ao3 here if you’d like and enjoy ! :)

Nirvana blared through the speakers and traveled throughout the too small apartment owned by some random guy in one of Richie’s classes. Richie didn’t know him too well - he thinks his name is Chris? Collin? Something with a ‘C’ - but, hey, a party’s a party, and free booze is free booze.

The trashmouth was chatting loudly over the music with Bill on a dingy leather couch, waiting for Stan and Eddie to return with more drinks. Richie was already significantly further along than his friends in terms of his drunken state, all obnoxious laughs interrupted by hiccups and long, gangly limbs flailing more wildly than usual. It almost should be concerning to the other Losers, having only been at the party for less than a couple hours and their friend already being long gone, but it was what they were used to. Since they were 15 and stealing liquor from their parents, the Losers constantly saw Richie’s “go big or go home” attitude with drinking. They assumed it was just Richie wanting to be the life of the party and center of attention, whether that meant going shot for shot with Mike, accepting any type of drinking related dare from Beverly, etc.

Richie let them believe this, because it was better than telling them the truth. It was easier than admitting to them that around the same time he started sneaking a copious amount of vodka from the Tozier’s alcohol stash, he was also realizing certain feelings he had for a certain Loser.

Richie Tozier loved Eddie Kaspbrak. Richie was sure it was just one of those basic laws of the universe, one that’s impossible to ignore and inevitable to come to pass. Despite this, living in a small town like Derry meant getting the shit kicked out of you if you even look at another guy for too long, soulmates or inescapable love or whatever be damned. Richie had gotten beatdowns left and right from neighborhood bullies for being a “faggot” before he even knew what the word meant, so he, unfortunately, knew this from personal experience.

But now, sitting in an apartment in Manhattan of all places, attending NYU with three out of six of his best friends, away from those assholes in Derry, Richie thought he’d loosen up. Let himself be brave.

He soon learned that was easier said than done; who knew what 19 years of internalized homophobia could do to a man?

It’s not like he was afraid of being more of an outcast; he was already a loser with a capital “L,” and he, along with the rest of his friends, carried the title like it was given to them by the Queen herself. Deep down Richie knew the rest of the Losers wouldn’t even bat an eye at the fact that he liked dudes the way he should have liked girls, so he wasn’t afraid of losing them either. And deep, deep down, Richie also knew there wasn’t really anything wrong with him. Why would he feel such a way if it was supposed to be such an unnatural and vile thing? He couldn’t help who he was, who or how he loved, and God, he loved Eddie so much he thought he could just burst with it sometimes.

That shred of acceptance, though, was buried so deep in his lanky form, and the only way to reach it was through a ridiculous amount of shots. Or beers. Or just about anything with a decent alcohol content, really. He’d even settle with wine if he had to.

When Richie was drunk, he was able to be more clingy and face less consequences. He was already an affectionate guy, constantly pinching Eddie’s cheeks and throwing a lazy arm around the shorter man’s shoulders whenever he could. With alcohol, though, he’d give sloppy cheek kisses and intertwine his fingers with Eddie’s and allow his face to form a subtle blush when an intoxicated Eddie would lean into it.

“Sorry for being all over ya last night, Eds. You know how gross and clingy I can get,” he’d say the following morning, and then they’d fall back into their rhythm of bickering and ‘your mom’ jokes. Business as usual, like clockwork every time they’d get wasted.

Richie thought it was going well, that his feelings were going totally unnoticed, that he was stealth. Until this particular college party, that is.

Richie’s attention left his conversation with Bill about the newest Die Hard film when he felt the couch sink next to him, turning to meet eyes with a mildly tipsy Eddie. The taller man’s face immediately lit up, a goofy smile spreading across his chapped lips.

“Hiya, Spagheds! What’s cookin, good lookin’?” Richie slurred out, his arm finding its way around Eddie’s waist and using his other hand to snatch the mixed drink his friend was holding out for him. Eddie responded with his usual scoff and eyeroll, but Richie noted an extra bite to it that he wasn’t used to getting from him.

“Don’t call me that, asshole! And haven’t you ever heard of personal space?” Eddie grumbled, wiggling himself out of Richie’s side embrace and putting some distance between the two. The arm that was once around Eddie made its way to Richie’s own body as he dramatically grasped at his chest.

“Eddie, baby, you’ve wounded me! Since when do you pass up some signature Tozier cuddles?” Richie was met with a simple huff in response as Eddie avoided his gaze. Richie’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion at the lack of attention he was receiving from the man who would usually be giving him the most attention, but he was overall too drunk to overthink. With a shrug, Richie downed his freshly made drink in record timing before crunching the plastic cup in his hand and tossing it over his shoulder, causing Eddie to scoff again from next to him. Stan spoke up from beside Bill before Eddie could ream his friend about his lack of care for tidiness.

“Maybe you should start on some water, huh, Rich?” Richie gasped dramatically, turning to look at Stan as if he had just told him pigs fly.

“Staniel, did you just ask moi to drink water? What’s the point of free booze if you’re not gonna take advantage?” He asked incredulously before standing, wobbling on his long limbs for a couple seconds and giggling a bit before regaining his balance. “Speaking of, I’m gonna go see if my boy Chris has any good brewskis lyin’ around.”

“Isn’t his name C-C-Connor?” Bill asked, shaking his head in amusement. He seemed to be the only one enjoying the trashmouth’s antics this evening, as Stan’s eyebrows were furrowed in concern which he tried to pass off as annoyance, and Eddie still kept his gaze elsewhere. It was the latter that made Richie itch for another drink.

“Whatever the fuck, Billiam. I’ll be back in a jiff, my loves! Try not to miss me too much!” Richie exclaimed with a bow, breaking out his British accent for his next sentence. “But if I find m’lady Mary Jane, don’t wait up, lads! Pip pip!”

Before Richie could step five feet from the couch, an aggressive hand was yanking him back by the wrist. Losing his footing due to the intrusion, Richie stumbled once more, nearly toppling onto Eddie. The shorter man’s tight grip on his arm was the only thing that kept him from sending them both back onto the scratchy leather of the couch below. Richie beamed at the attention he was finally receiving, despite the glare Eddie was boring deep into his features.

“Sit the fuck down, Richard. You’re not drinking anymore fucking beer and you’re definitely not smoking anything. You’re drinking some water and I’m taking you the fuck back to your room, asswipe,” Eddie said sternly, getting as close as he could to Richie’s face with the height difference between them. Richie couldn’t help but love when Eddie got like this; sure, he was red in the face more with anger than with the alcohol, but the anger was backed by mountains of concern. It reminded Richie how much his love cared about him, even though he was sure their forms of love differed. There was still some kind of love there, and sometimes, that was enough for him.

Although Richie felt his chest swell and he wanted nothing more than to ease Eddie’s anger and please him, his mouth rambled before his brain could tell it what to say, as usual.

“If you wanted to get me alone, Eds, all ya had to do was ask,” Richie slurred with a wink, slowly bringing his hand up Eddie’s arm, his calloused fingertips slightly teasing the warm skin. Eddie’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red, from anger or something else, no one was sure - until Richie’s hand was being swatted away, the smack of it loud enough for Bill and Stan to hear over the music from their spot on the couch. Richie mumbled a curse under his breath as he rubbed the skin Eddie came in contact with, a sting lingering there. He opened his mouth to speak again, some kind of excuse or apology on the tip of his tongue, but never got it out due to Eddie’s voice cutting him off.

“Stop doing this, Richie! Just stop! I’m tired of it!” Eddie's voice was slowly rising, and the tremble that laced within his words acted as some kind of magical potion; suddenly Richie had never been so sober. 

“Hey, Eddie, it’s okay. I’m sorry, whatever I did I’m sor-” The apology was interrupted with another signature scoff as Eddie looked at the ground, shaking his head, breathing out a humorless chuckle.

“You don’t even know what you’re doing,” he said with a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking Richie in his eyes once again. Despite the apartment being dark with the exception of a couple of lamps scattered around the area, Richie could see the glistening threat of tears waiting to spill from the doe eyes he loved so much. His heart ached.

“Of course you don’t know what you’re doing, Rich, because you’re too fucking drunk! You’re always too drunk. I just… I just wish you were sober for fucking once!” Eddie practically screamed, before his voice softened with hurt again. “I just wish you’d act like this with me without fucking booze.” There were a couple beats of silence between them, two pairs of dark eyes swimming with gallons of emotions simply blinking at one another, the only noise coming from Eddie’s sniffling. Richie did all in his power to search for a response, but for once in his life, the trashmouth was at a loss for words. After what felt like forever, Eddie finally ended the moment by turning on his heel and making a beeline for the door, leaving Richie to stand in dumbfounded silence while his intoxicated brain processed the scene that just unfolded. His thought process was interrupted by a voice coming from the couch.

“Wha-what just happened?” Bill asked, his amusement from earlier in the night completely dissipated and replaced with a mix of confusion and concern.

“Richie’s oblivious and a dumbass is what just happened. Nothing new,” Stan deadpanned from next to him. Richie snapped his body towards the pair, making his head spin and reminding him of just how drunk he was. He blinked at the two in an attempt to adjust his sight before raising his hands in defense at Stan’s comment.

“What are you talking about? Do you know what that was about?” Richie asked, pointing towards the direction Eddie stormed off in. Stan rolled his eyes before standing up and grabbing Richie by the shoulders with both hands, giving him a serious look.

“When we went to get drinks, Eddie talked to me. About you. About how you act when you’re drunk, all over him and shit, more than usual. And how much he likes it, but he hates that he likes it, because you only do it when you’re drunk.” Richie continued to gape at his friend, clearly not connecting what Stan’s words meant. Stan sighed, scrunching his face in annoyance and gripping Richie’s shoulders tighter. “He’s in love with you, asshole! Either tell him you love him too, because trust me, everyone except him knows you do, or stop leading him on. It’s fucking ruining him, man!”

Realization finally hit Richie, his eyes welling with tears as Stan’s grip on his shoulders softened. “He- He is? Are you sure? This- This isn’t funny, Stanley. A-Are you sure?” he breathed out, and if it wasn’t for the weight of the situation, he’d made a joke about how he was sounding like Bill, nervous stutter and all. Stan gave a slight nod and responded, but Richie didn’t hear what he said. His mind was suddenly racing; find Eddie. tell Eddie. kiss Eddie. EddieEddieEddie.

Before he knew it his feet were running just as fast as his thoughts, not 100% sure where he was going, just knowing he needed to find Eddie. Richie raced out of the apartment building into the chilly air that was New York City on a late November night, frantically scanning the streets. His eyes soon locked on a figure about half a block down, leaning against a mailbox, head in his hands. Even with the distance between them, Richie could tell he was trembling, either from the cold or from crying, he wasn’t sure. As he felt the sharp breeze across his skin exposed by the rips in his jeans, he assumed probably both.

Richie thought better than to call out his name, opting instead to slowly approach Eddie. He did his best to labor his breathing in his short walk over, mentally preparing himself for the confrontation that was about to take place. The confrontation that would bear all feelings, all confessions. All of the walls Richie had been building around himself since high school would finally come down.

He wished he had another drink.

“Eds?” He spoke softly, possibly the softest he’d ever spoken, as to not scare Eddie and send him running. The shorter man lifted his head from his hands, and Richie’s heart broke even more at the sight before him. Eddie’s eyes were red and puffy, a wall of hurt extremely evident in the soft brown. His nose was runny, and his lip quivered as he looked away when he realized who was standing in front of him.

“Don’t call me that,” he practically whispered, just loud enough for the other to catch it over the bustle of traffic in the streets surrounding them. Although he was avoiding the other man’s gaze like his life depended on it, Eddie made no attempt to walk away. Richie took that as a small win.

“Eddie, talk to me. Please. What’s up? It’s just me and you, man. C’mon.” Richie wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch Eddie. Offer a comforting hand on his shoulder, run his fingers through his hair, hold him close, tell him everything would be okay. But he didn’t dare move.

A car honked down the street, offering the only noise that cut through the thick silence when Eddie didn’t take Richie’s offer to speak. The former stayed silent with his head down, finding the dirty concrete under his pristine white converse highly interesting. Richie let out a sigh.

“Okay, you don’t have to talk. I’ll do all the talking. I’m the Trashmouth after all, aren’t I?” Richie offered a lame chuckle when his attempt at a joke fell flat, Eddie not breaking his frown even slightly. Richie cleared his throat awkwardly before continuing. “Look, I talked to Stan, he told me what you guys talked about, and -” He was cut off by the same humorless chuckle he heard in the apartment minutes ago, but this time it dripped with sadness rather than anger.

“Dammit, Stanley, you fucking traitor,” Eddie mumbled mostly to himself. He shook his head with a deep sigh and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms, making them impossibly redder, before willing himself to look at Richie, his voice finally reaching above a murmur for the first time since leaving the party. “Secret’s out, I guess. I’m a fucking cliche. The fuckin’ queer that fell for his best friend.”

All Richie could do was silently stare, mouth slightly agape and eyes comically blown, amplified more so by his glasses. Sure, Stan had told him this not even five minutes beforehand, but hearing it from Eddie himself was an entirely different experience. He figured under different circumstances, Eddie would probably be laughing at how dumb he was sure he looked. Instead, the shorter man looked at him expectantly with tears still in his eyes, clearly waiting for some kind of response, and expecting the worst. They stood this way, basically a mirroring of what played out in the party upstairs before Eddie stormed out, for a solid minute before it was - once again - Eddie who broke the silence.

“So much for doing all the talking,” he muttered, the volume of his voice lowering, Richie realizing as Eddie looked back at the ground that he was closing in on himself once again. “Good night, Rich.”

“No,” Richie finally spoke, his arm darting out to grab Eddie’s hand before he could even adjust his feet to leave. “Please don’t walk away again. Please.” His voice broke on the last plea, his own eyes finally beginning to water. Eddie was still staring in the opposite direction down the concrete path he was planning on following before he was interrupted, but was staying put, not rejecting Richie’s hand in his. “There’s so much I wanna say to you, Eddie. So much. I just… Shit, I just don’t know how.”

Richie was crying just as much as Eddie was at this point but quieter, unable to pull himself together as much as he wanted to be brave. Eddie turned his head to face Richie with his glare still hardened, only softening when he saw the state Richie was in. Eddie had known Richie since they were literal children, and he knew better than anyone that Richie Tozier didn’t cry like this. Not unless something was truly eating at him. The anger Eddie felt towards the situation seemed to have completely disappeared as he comfortably squeezed Richie’s hand, giving him encouraging eyes.

The taller man used his free hand to rub the tears from his eyes, giving him a better look at Eddie. They were standing fairly close to the lone street light of the block, the faint orange tint of the bulb complimenting Eddie’s lightly tanned skin and chestnut eyes. Without thinking, Richie brought his hand up to Eddie’s face, cupping his cheek and wiping a stray tear away with the pad of his thumb. He continued softly rubbing at the skin there after the tear was gone, his thumb dancing across the freckles, his mind flooded with thoughts of how beautiful the man before him was. Eddie closed his eyes for a brief moment, taking in the feel of Richie’s touch.

Unable to find words again but refusing to let the moment slip out of his fingers for the third time of the night, Richie did the only thing he truly knew how to do; he acted impulsively.

If asked, Richie wouldn’t be able to pinpoint exactly when he decided to kiss the man he’d loved since he was 15 in the middle of Greenwich Village at one in the morning. Before he knew it, the hand on Eddie’s cheek slid down to his neck, pulling their lips together before the shorter man could react to the shift in Richie’s hold on him. As much as he didn’t want to admit the fact, Richie knew he wouldn’t have taken such action if it weren’t for the alcohol flowing through his veins, but at this point he didn’t much care. When their lips met, he forgot all about the booze, and became drunk on Eddie.

Eddie kissed back without hesitation, letting go of Richie’s hand and easily snaking his arms around his neck, with a comfortability as if they had done this thousands of times. It was sloppy due to the pair’s mixed tears along with their lack of experience, but nevertheless the two men kissed with purpose, as if the fate of their livelihood depended on this moment. Perhaps it did.

By the time they pulled away and rested their foreheads together, Eddie’s fingers had found themselves tangled in Richie’s dark curls, and Richie’s hands were gripping Eddie’s hips for dear life. The kiss hadn’t lasted too long - thirty seconds or so, if that - however the energy both men poured into those short seconds left them panting heavily, their breath tangling together, hot in the other’s face in the midst of the cold air around them.

“That was better than talking,” Richie breathed out with a wet chuckle, causing Eddie to finally crack his first smile of the night. It was a small one, the corners of his mouth curving only lightly, but Richie saw that his happiness had made its way into his stare.

“Shut up, Richie,” Eddie whispered with no real bite in his words before bringing their lips together again, this kiss softer than the last. While their first kiss was filled with the passion built up from years of mutual pining and secrets, their second let them convey the deepness of their love without words to speak. A tender peck of their lips told Richie everything he needed to know; this moment was very much real, and Eddie Kaspbrak very much loved Richie Tozier.

And if the kiss wasn’t enough, Eddie made sure to tell him when he pulled out of the kiss and rested his head on the taller man’s shoulder, pulling him into a proper embrace.

“I love you, Rich. I- I think I always have,” he confessed, his voice slightly muffled from where his face was buried in Richie’s neck, but the other man heard him loud and clear all the same. Richie released his grip on Eddie’s hips and wrapped his arms around him, letting himself breathe out a sigh of relief as he held him impossibly closer.

“I love you too, Eds. So fucking much, fuck.” Richie pressed a kiss to soft brown waves, breathing in the clean scent of lavender shampoo mixed with light cologne, his senses filling with just Eddie.

Standing in the middle of a bustling city they barely knew in the wee hours of a Sunday morning, arms wrapped tightly around one another, ignoring the strangers that walked past them most definitely giving them some variation of judgemental stares, Eddie and Richie had never felt more at home.

“Alright, Trashmouth,” Eddie started, reluctantly pulling away from Richie’s hold. Richie pouted at the loss of feeling Eddie’s body pressed against his own, making the latter chuckle and playfully roll his eyes. He pressed a quick peck to said trashmouth before continuing. “We can talk about this more in the morning. Right now, you need water and sleep.” Richie slapped a toothy grin onto his chapped lips after, once again, being reminded of how intoxicated he still was, falling back into his goofy demeanor with ease.

“Ya gonna take care of me, Dr. K? Ugh, what a dreamboat,” he replied, miming a cartoonish faint. Eddie simply giggled and grasped Richie’s hand once again, interlacing their fingers and leading him in the direction of their dorms. Richie fell back ever so slightly as to not get caught looking at Eddie like the lovesick dork he was, feeling a warmth grow in his body he was sure wasn’t due to the alcohol.

Richie still drinks after this night; old habits die hard, of course. However, Richie didn’t have to be drunk anymore to admit he loved Eddie. He told him sober and drunk, day and night, and vowed to remind Eddie just how much he loved him until the day they died.

[oatmilkslytherin]

ruin me 1/? (d.l.m)

description: draco becomes inexplicably infatuated by the new transfer slytherin!reader and would do anything to win over her seemingly cold heart. part one of ??

requested: yes / no

warnings: cursing, mention of sexual situations, mentions of alcohol

a/n: starting a lil mini series, let me know what you think:) also i’m sorry i’m horrible with including my tag list i still love and appreciate u guys i’m just dirt stupid<33

draco’s pov:

it didn’t make sense. absolutely no part of her presence made the slightest bit of sense in my brain. she was so effortlessly captivating, so careless yet careful. she had only graced the halls of hogwarts for one week, and she was already all i could ever think about. 

granted, i have yet to share an actual conversation with her. nothing more than a mumbled ‘sorry’ coming from my mouth as i bumped into her in the dining hall, to which she responded with a deathly glare and devilish smirk. she made me nervous; i felt my hands get clammy and my breath catching in my throat whenever i caught a glimpse of her. 

i wanted ever bit of her. i wanted her writhing under my touch, begging for another stolen kiss against plump, swollen lips. to have her lips spilling my name out like a mantra. but more than that, i wanted her in my bed, curled up under soft sheets with her hair sprawled messily against the pillow while she slept the day away in my arms. i wanted her in the most vile ways, but i craved her in the most innocent forms. 

my friends thought i was insane. blaise deemed me whipped out of my mind for a girl whose favorite color i didn’t know. pansy wrote me off as purely idiotic, preaching that i only liked the idea of her because she was dangerous like me. 

and perhaps i did. she reeked an aura of danger and mischief, of excitement and adventure. sometimes i thought that this little infatuation was purely for the reason of my inability to win her over at first glance. the more i thought about it, the more i realized it was more than that. theoretically speaking, i could have any girl i wanted. up to this point, the girl wasn’t the prize but the adventure. once i had reached the end goal and exhausted my defenses, the game was no longer fun. 

for her, it was different. watching her, admiring her from afar, i realized she was much different than my previous endeavors. she was the adventure, the prize, and the end game. 

“looking for someone?” blaise piped up from beside me. his sudden presence startled me, making me jump out of my daydreams into the present reality. my hand gripped around the plastic cup as i rolled my eyes, bringing the cup to my mouth to avoid his question. the liquid pooled down my throat, burning every crevice of my body as i swallowed. 

it was the annual house-welcoming party the first saturday after the beginning of term. my housemates littered across the common room, many of them gathering in the center in a drunken, dancing state. the room smelled of alcohol and hormonal teenage bodies; i wondered why i even came in the first place.

deep down, i knew the reason.

“don’t look now, but your princess is over there,” blaise teased from beside me. i nearly choked on the burning liquid as my eyes followed his gesture. he was right; she was standing amongst some other vaguely familiar faces with a wide smile on her face and a plastic cup dangling from her grasp. her head was thrown back in laughter, and i couldn’t help but hopelessly stare as her hair cascaded down and around her figure. 

almost as if she sensed my helpless stare, her neck craned and her eyes met mine. my eyes widened, darting away to another part of the room. suddenly i was thankful for the dim lighting in the common room, or the red hue on my cheeks would’ve been another thing for her to throw her head back in laughter. 

blaise retreated from my side suspiciously quickly, and i didn’t understand the reason until she was standing right in front of me. it took every bone in my body not to drunkenly slur every desire and craving i had for her in that moment. she looked so beautiful even in the shallow common room light. she had a wicked smirk plastered on her features as she daintily held her cup in both of her hands. 

“malfoy, i believe?” she asked, her eyes never leaving mine. my heart thudded out of my chest as she spoke. her voice was soft and silky, and sweet as honey. i wanted nothing more than to press our bodies closer and taste the honey-sweet words dripping from her lips. i swallowed back my fear with the aid of liquid courage, attempting to replace my seemingly nervous expression with one of confidence.

“my friends call me draco. you’re y/n, correct?” i cursed my childish attempt of flirting back with the beautiful girl standing in front of me. she, however, seemed surprised that i knew her name. 

“i can tell parties aren’t really your thing, draco,” she spoke, sipping at the dark liquid swirling around in her cup. i nearly melted at the sound of my name leaving her lips; it was just as beautiful as i imagined. instead of crumbling entirely in front of her, i only nodded smugly. 

my cool façade nearly evaporated as she took a step closer to me, her body nearly pressed flush against mine. she stood up on the tips of her toes as she brought her lips up to my ear, one hand lingering on my clothed shoulder. her touch was absolutely igniting, the entirety of my left shoulder feeling tingly as she grazed her fingertips across my collarbone.

“then how about you take me somewhere more... private?” her words were dripping with lust, making my breath hitch in my throat. maybe it was the warm liquid kicking into my coherent senses, or maybe it was ever desire for her i’ve been suppressing suddenly surfacing as she spoke. whatever it was, it prompted me to take her hand softly in mine and lead her towards my single dorm.

she trailed behind me, giggling softly as we wound around the mass amounts of our housemates. my cheeks burned with a pink hue and i couldn’t bite back the smirk that made its way onto my features. i didn’t even try to be discreet about our leaving together; i was much too excited to be with her alone. 

soon, we were stumbling inside my prefect dorm, the door slamming shut as we fumbled to set our drinks down on any open surface. her hands reached for the collar of my button-up shirt, pulling my lips down towards hers as my hands grasped desperately onto her hips.

our lips moved carelessly and messily against one another’s, the cold of my rings digging into the fabric of her skirt. i could feel her shudder against me as i pressed her body into the wooden door, my lips never leaving her’s. her hands trailed up to tangle in my hair, pulling me even closer to her if it was possible. my heart was beating rapidly at this point, every conscious thought i had becoming riddled with the question if this was real or not. 

much to either of our liking, i pulled my lips away from her’s lightly, our plump and swollen lips brushing against one another’s as we caught our breaths. her eyes were dark and clouded with lust and desire; i was almost positive mine matched. 

“i don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” i stated, my voice low as i longed for her lips on mine once more. she only shot me a devilish smirk once more as she fiddled with the baby hairs on the back of my neck. she pulled my head back down towards hers, her warm lips brushing against the skin of my ear.

“ruin me, draco.”

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[akutagawasbitch]

Aku, Atsushi, Chuuya, Higuchi, and whoever u want--how do they act when they're black out drunk??? Absolutely shit faced?

Of course my love, I had so much fun writing these. Let the crack commence <3

Chuuya

As we all know he can fly but when he's drunk he'll fly into shit all the fucking time. The side of a building, random walls, the window of his penthouse. You name it he's probably flown into it and face planted it while drunk

He also suffers from short man syndrome and will not hesitate to punch anyone. He has been kicked out of many bars for throwing the bartender when they cut him off

He likes to flirt but when drunk, he turns into a mess. Slurring his words, mixing up pickup lines and or just forgetting how to speak. It's all happened to him before but if dazai is around? He turns into the best womanizer in all of Yokohama for the sake of his pride

His favourite drunk food is ramen, he'll make shitty 99 cent ramen in his penthouse and devour it

His normally refined palette goes out the window

While he can be aggressive, if you're friendly to him, Chuuya will be your friend and be an absolute sweetheart back. He's made many a friend on drinking nights who he never remembers but they remember him

Amazon and drunk Chuuya are his wallet's greatest enemy

He will spend hours scrolling through and buy himself the stupidest shit ever

He once bought a massive playhouse because he wanted one

He'll also buy himself hats

Buys ridiculous shit and has it delivered to Dazai's apartment

One time he had hair removal cream disguised as shampoo order and dazai used it

Loves to dance while drunk

He will fucking get down with any song and is amazing at dancing

Loves going to karaoke bars, gets super into it. He will sing any song and is always surprisingly good at it. 

Passes out super quickly and easily so he never stays out too long 

Dazai 

Doesn’t like drinking too much as it reminds him of when him and Oda would go to Lupin together.

When he’s drunk, he swears he can hear Oda talking to him telling him what an idiot he’s being. 

He’s either an incredibly happy and elated drunk or a horribly suicidal depressed drunk. It depends on how much he has to drink. If he’s tipsy, he laughs a lot and feels a genuine sense of happiness, not the fake happiness he feels most of the time. If he is blackout drunk, he’s depressed and highly suicidal but in a more serious way. No more mushrooms or trying to drown himself, he goes for knives and pills but he always wakes up.

He will trip a lot and be incredibly clumsy when drunk. His bandages come undone which he doesn’t notice causing him to trip on them. This happens regularly 

When drunk he’s more prone to bumping his head on things since he isn’t paying attention. Ceilings, fans, lights, door frames. No matter what drunk dazai is a tall bastard with no spatial awareness

His flirting goes through the roof when drunk. He will flirt with anything that moves, he does not care. 

You know what else goes through the roof when he’s drunk? His d- appetite. This man can rival Kenjii or Atsushi in how much he can eat when drunk. He orders 6 different plates of crab and devours them like he’s never eaten in his life. 

His self restraint goes out the window and he’ll go break into Chuuya’s apartment just to mess with him and steal his hat or something along those lines. Drunk Dazai loves to fuck with people. 

He’s also more relaxed and will happily let Naomi or Yosano do his makeup if they asked nicely enough. He’d brag about how he’s the “prettiest princess of them all” before passing out

Aku 

You think Akutagawa has no filter? Wait until you meet drunk Akutagawa. This man doesn’t even know what a filter is. 

He deadass looks at Chuuya and stares at him before commenting “You’re short” with a deadpan look. 

He also has a surprisingly high tolerance and enjoys strong alcohol over wine. 

His lack of filter gets him into trouble more often than not and he gets into fights a lot. He actually uses his fists while drunk over using Rashomon mainly because he can barely speak a word without hiccuping 

He has trouble speaking, he either hiccups through every sentence or slurs his words to the point where they are unintelligible 

He is more chatty than normal but don’t expect a Dazai or Chuuya level of chatter. 

He likes to drink spiked teas 

He does enjoy drinking with others and enjoys accompanying Chuuya on nights out

He will devour a massive bowl of curry while drunk. He rarely eats when sober but when drunk? He’ll eat anything put in front of him

He is still pretty quick on his feet and agile but he is prone to falling over

He literally once woke up Gin because he fell over their couch when walking into their apartment and he just lay on the floor cursing out the sofa

He’ll roast the fuck out of Dazai and Atsushi while drunking and make various death threats

Aku ends up being rather protective of others while drunk and has scared of a number of creepy men making advances on uninterested women, he’s like a guard dog in that regard 

He will pass out fairly quickly once he gets home, refuses to pass out anywhere other than his bed 

Higuchi

As we found out in the PM Onsen CD, Higuchi cries when she’s drunk. She’ll cry over a cute puppy or cry over a mission going wrong or she’ll just cry because she got praise from Akutagawa. 

She also will talk for hours on one specific topic. Either its Akutagawa or something completely random. She’ll rarely talk about her sister but when she’s drunk she’ll open up more about her and tell everyone how much she loves her sister. 

She is also a lightweight and will pass out fairly quickly 

She likes sweet things when drunk and will eat something sweet that’s near her. 

She also has to hold Akutagawa back from fighting people or prevent him from getting punched because his no filter talk insulted the wrong person 

She isn’t an aggressive drunk but an emotional one. 

Gin

Gin isn’t a big talker, but she’ll talk more if she is drunk drunk and comfortable enough with the people she is drinking with 

She will laugh a lot while drunk and smile but it's hard to tell with her mask on 

Gin as we all  know is insanely fast and agile but when she’s drunk? All her agility goes out the window and she will face plant the floor if she tries any of her tricks.

I think she has a sweet tooth, so I can see her enjoying mochi ice cream while drunk

She also would love to watch people do karaoke, she won't participate since she’s too shy but seeing Chuuya and everyone else do it makes her laugh so hard her sides hurt

She lets out her more soft side and tries to pet all animals she sees

She once stole a duck and brought it home, Akutagawa wasn’t happy 

Atsushi

He will be a mess

100% a giggly drunk, he’ll find everything funny, even Kunkida’s dad jokes.  

He’ll accidently activate his ability and be walking around with a tail and not even notice it. 

Speaking of his tail, when drunk he likes to chase it as he gives into his more cat like tendencies, Dazai has a video of Atsushi chasing his tail for a good 20 minutes  

This boy will devour an entire restaurants worth of chazuke, if he could while drunk 

He likes to climb trees and he’s good at it, Kunida once found him at the top of a tree curled up asleep 

He’s also more blunt and will roast the fuck out of Akutagawa 

He also roasts Dazai a little bit but not as much as Akutagawa

He likes to transform into is tiger form and nap when drunk

He’d probably curse and then say fuck because he cursed and then just spiral into a stream of fucks 

He will try catch cats to cuddle, he once followed a cat two blocks just to pet him

I imagine him enjoying amusement parks so he’d go to once while drunk and have the time of his life until he got nauseous on the rides 

I also imagine he like play video games so when drunk he’ll do that and have the time of his life

Suddenly sweet baby atsushi is cursing and swearing like a sailor

He’ll pass out pretty quick and once he’s passed out, he’s out like a light for the rest of the evening.

Junchiro 

He likes his alcohol delivered in baked goods

He will try drunk bake/cook

He will pass out quickly and just cuddle his own sweater

He tries to flirt with women but naomi does not like it

My man will be shirtless trying to make a souffle at 2am

This was so fun to write, I’m sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy this crack <3 

[naruto-ichigo-soul-kyobabe]

Drunk Confession - Seungmin

Seungmin was enjoying his Friday night at home and alone. He was happy he finally had some time to relax and read, since he was usually busy with school and looking after you during the week. Tonight was one of your other friend’s birthdays and you were celebrating it with her. What Seungmin didn’t know that this party was more of a house party, with lots of random people and alcohol, which you didn’t handle well. So he was rather annoyed when he got a call from your friend telling him you were pretty drunk and some of the guys at the party were hoping to get with you. 

“Hey Seungmin, this is y/b/f/n and y/n’s pretty drunk. Can you come get her?” 

“Can’t she just sleep it off? I mean it’s just you guys and a couple other friends.” He said sighing. 

“Uh, actually some of my friends invited some of their friends who invited some guys... and it’s getting hard to keep them away from here since I have been drinking too.” She explained laughing nervous. 

Seungmin was going to kill you and any guy who tried to touch you before he got there. “Address. Now.” 

Once Seungmin arrived at the right location and entered the house and saw just dozens of people crammed together. Some where dancing, most if not all were drinking, and some were getting heated right there for all to see. He scanned the area for you and didn’t see you. His heart started race. He spotted your friend and went to her. 

“Where’s y/n?” He asked harshly. 

“In my room. I managed to get her to stay there by telling her, you were coming to get her.” She explained. She told him where her room was and he went up the stairs. 

He knocked on the door before opening up. “Y/n?” He asked before seeing you sitting on the bed, hopping up and down. “What are you doing?” 

“Oh!! Minnie you came!” You exclaimed happily and ran towards him. You hugged him tightly, which caught him off guard. You two were best friends and you were the more affectionate one in the relationship but he still was caught off guard every time. 

“Who allowed you to drink? You know you can’t handle it.” He said rolling his eyes. 

“Oooooh but’s a celebration! Wooo!” You said throwing your arms up and yelling. 

“Well no more celebration for you. I’m taking you home.” He said as he grabbed your wrist. “Let’s go.” 

“Oh but I don’t want to go home.” You pouted. “Oh! We should have a sleepover! We haven’t had one in ages!” 

He looked at you, feeling exhausted, he didn’t understand why you wouldn’t just let him take you home. 

“Y/n, we are not going to have a sleepover. We’re adults now. And you are drunk and just need to sleep it off” 

“Just because you’re an adult doesn’t mean you can’t have sleepovers!” You said angry. “And I can sleep it off with you.” 

“My, you’re bold today.” Seungmin said laughing slightly. “But no. You’ll sleep it off alone at home.” 

“Then I’m not going.” You said crossing your arms over your chest and sitting on the floor. “I’ll stay right here. Maybe even go back down and party some more. Maybe someone else would like to have a sleepover with me.” 

“What are you even saying?” He asked. “Just go home,” 

“No, I refuse.” You said shaking your head violently. 

He looked at you, throwing a fit like a child, and knew he could easily toss you over his shoulder and take you home by force. But he knew if he did that you would make a scene and someone might think he was kidnapping you something. So he knew he had no other choice. 

“Fine,” he said. “We can have a sleepover,” 

“Yay!!” You jumped up excitedly and hugged him. “I can’t wait! We never hangout like we used to.” 

He frowned when you said that. You guys saw each other pretty much every day at school and did things on the weekends. But he decided not to dwell on it and grabbed your wrist again and lead you to his car. 

He was driving you to your home. He had lied about having a sleepover. He only said that to get you to come to his car quietly. As soon as you figured out he was taking you home, you started to throw a fit. 

“Kim Seungmin. You lied to me.” You said. “Stop the car I want out.” 

“What are you talking about? I’m taking you home, so stay in the car.” He said feeling like he was getting a headache. 

“Let me out.” You said and unlocked the car door yourself and opened it while he was still driving. 

He slammed on the breaks. “What the hell are you doing!? Are you crazy?” He asked leaning over and slamming the door closed. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” 

You put your head down and started crying, which startled him. He has no idea what to do because he didn’t know why you were crying. “Why are you crying? Is it because I yelled at you? I’m sorry for that but you scared me to death when you opened the door!” 

You shook your head. “I j-just want to spend time with you and you j-just want to send me away.” 

“Wha-“ 

“We h-hardly hangout anymore!” You said crying harder. 

“We see each other at school all the time-“ 

“No! That’s not the same! We’re in different majors! We hardly spend anytime together a-anymore!” You finally were able to say what you wanted to tell Seungmin for months. “I feel so lonely without you. You’re u-usually with your friends or classmates a-and don’t make a lot of time for me.” 

Seungmin’s heart sank when he heard you say all this while you were crying. It was true he didn’t see you as often as he liked or for as long either. He was busy with his classes and studying and usually chose to hangout with the guys from his classes so they could discuss what they had learned. He didn’t realize he had hurt you by doing that. He bit his lip and sighed. 

“Okay. Sleep over at my house.” He said and started to drive. “To make up for me being a shitty friend to you. I’m sorry.” 

You thought he was lying again so you just leaned your head on the window and cried a bit more until you guys got to his house. He got out and went over to your side and opened the door. 

“Y/n, come on. Let’s go in.” He offered you his hand. You looked up and realized you were in front of his house and you smiled and took his hand. 

Seungmin had lent you some of his clothes and helped you wash all your makeup off before tucking you into his bed. He said goodnight to you before he started to walk away, you grabbed his arm. 

“Where are you going?” 

“I’m going to sleep on the couch.” He said as if it was obvious. 

“But Minnie, it’s a sleepover. Sleep beside me.” You whined. You pulled his arm causing him to lose his balance and he fell onto the bed. “Please.” 

At this point his was out of energy to argue with you and he still felt bad that you had cried because he unintentionally ignored you. You moved over and he got into bed next to you. He laid into his side and turned his back to you. 

“Good night.” 

“Seungmin, would you hold me?” 

He nearly had a heart attack from your sudden question. “No.” 

“Fine,” you said as you wrapped your arms around him to hold him instead. “Good night.” 

He stiffened. He didn’t understand what you were doing. “Y/n what are you doing?” 

“Cuddling you.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I want to.” You said snuggling closer to him, smiling at his warmth. 

“Well, I-I don’t want to. So let go.” He said feeling his face blush. 

“No.” You said hugging him tighter. “You use to let me do this when we were younger. I miss it” 

“Yeah when we were kids! So let go” 

“What does that have anything to do with it? Being kids or adults?” You asked annoyed. “Like damn it, Seungmin. I loved you when we were kids and I love you now, when we’re adults. So what difference does it make?” 

He froze. His heart rate started to increase. His face burned. He wasn’t sure if you meant friendship love or love love and he was kind of afraid to ask. But he knew he had to. 

“Y-you love me?” 

“Of course.” You said. “I always have and always will.” 

“Like as friends or?” He asked nervously. 

“I mean you’re my best friend so course I love you as a friend, but I mean I love love you. That’s why I have been very sad because it felt like you didn’t like me anymore and was pushing me away.” 

He turned around quickly and wrapped his arms around you. “Y/n, I never meant to make you feel like that. I would never push you away and I still like you and will always like you.” 

He pulled you in closer to his chest and hugged you tight. He never wanted to lose you and the realization that he was close to due to him prioritizing others before you, broke his heart. 

“Do you love me?” You asked quietly. 

“If I didn’t love you then I wouldn’t have went through this whole ordeal to get your drunk ass from that party, have you open the door while the car was moving, and be holding you like this.” He said smiling softly. 

“Then say it. Say “Y/n I love you.”” 

“But you already know I do.” He said embarrassed. 

“Seungmin, I love you. Why can’t you just say it back?” You whined. 

“You know you’re annoying, right?” He said chuckling. “Y/n, I love you.” 

“Good,” You giggled. “Can we have lots of sleepovers now?” 

“What’s with your obsession with sleepovers?” 

“Because I want to sleep in your arms often.” 

He blushed and was happy that the room was dark and you couldn’t tell. “If that’s the case, we’ll have as many as you want.” He kissed your forehead. “Good night, y/n” 

“Good night, Minnie.” 

[cherryhanji]

tears and smudges

oneshot. bang chan x reader

genre: drama, angst, fluffy tones at the end

words: 4.3k

warning(s): foul language, super slight mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of degradation, themes of prostitution and sex, themes of violence, suggestive themes, mentions of drinking, lots of kissing at the end (lol)

alexa's note:

hello! this is my first time writing a scenario with those themes mentioned above. again, i'm not used with these kinds of themes but I tried my best to write this one. (But really, I can't write some scenes with explicit sex, graphic sexual content, as I've mentioned on my request guidelines)

If you're not comfortable with these kinds of stories, I do suggest to you that I have other works listed on my masterlist and most of them are fluffs (if it's your thing)

Sex work is the one that makes you stand on your own feet for almost five years. In this kind of living situation, you already met different kinds of people, and one of them is the person you really trust the most, the person that never judged you in all aspects. You met Chan at the bar you're currently working at, he is the kind of regular that never asks for sex unlike those grumpy old horny businessmen and horny college dudes in exchange of money.

Chan is a drunkard, tho. You'll never know about him if you didn't insist him to take you, a challenge you accepted from your coworkers who didn't charm their way into the man's heart. his looks are breathtaking, one thing that made your coworkers drool for him. But he didn't budge, saying that it's not his thing. This scenario continued until you gave up and decided to offer to be friends with him which he gladly accepted. That's when you knew he has respect for every woman, including you. That's why he always refuses to have sex either with you or your coworkers. That's when you knew he's the only guy you'll put your trusts into. And he never failed you. Always taking care of you after work. Listens to your rants about different clients you've encountered every work. He's the one who can bring out the inner you, the vulnerability that you always hide whenever you're at work. Showing him all the frustrations and judgments that you always, but despite that, he never, ever judged you. And you're beyond grateful for that.

"Hey, y/n. Is baby boy not coming tonight?" Your coworker asked when she didn't saw any traces of Chan on the bar stool.

"hey! Don't call him that! He has a name!" You said and chuckled.

"I think he's busy at work. It's not like he'll always spend the night here and drink until he becomes wasted as fuck." You said while putting on heavy makeup on your face. It's always been your routine before the clients went into the bar. Putting on those thick eyeliner and brick red lipstick that your regular clients like.

"Ladies! Listen up!" You're manager called all your attentions.

"This night is our biggest break! One of our biggest clients is here and you y/n" she pointed at you and you listened intently.

"You're the one he suggested tonight. Accept it, you'll have your big paycheck tomorrow after." She said and winked at you. You nod slowly as the thought sink in. Having a big paycheck means to you. But it also means that the client you're assigned tonight is quite tough, it's been five years since you started this kind of job but you still feel nervous about it. Shaking it off from your head, you prepare yourself as the bar finally opened its working hours now.

before you head out from the staff room, you checked first your phone if there are any messages on it, you smiled as you saw Chan's name on the notifications.

you chuckled as you read his message.

from: Chan

are there lots of people tonight? sorry I didn't go early. Work, you know.

to: Chan

yep. A lot, as usual, I got assigned to this biggest client of our bar. Good luck to me! Anyways, it's okay if u didn't come early tho, just focus on your work so you can have lots of money to spend on our booze.

your heart skips a beat as you read the familiar pet name he always calls you with, his princess. you shrugged and put back your phone inside your bag before starting to work.

from: Chan

I will princess, and I'll stop by later, I'll walk you home okay? Keep yourself from any harm. see you :>

_____

as usual, the bar is now stuffed with people who don't do anything but to have some fun, drink with friends, people who are brushing off their stress and frustrations away with the help of alcohol. You were used to these kinds of scenarios. And you once experienced them. Being an orphan made you lonely, in and out of foster homes to find your own kind of "home", you were once adopted by a couple who can't have their own child. You decided to leave the couple when your foster father always hit you whenever you do something that isn't to his likings. Growing up without someone guiding you made you face all the struggles that a person will always encounter without any knowledge on how to properly deal with it. That's why alcohol is your only escape. Brushing it off with alcohol that you always throw on your system. Temporarily forgetting all the problems that you will still face when you're sober.

You met someone who you thought will never leave you and betray you. But it turns out he just used you for his own sexual needs. Leaving you wasted and a crying mess for believing his shit. That's when you started having trust issues. Struggling to trust someone for not wanting to be abandoned again. But ever since Chan came to your life, you never once contemplated bringing back your trust to a person again. And you're glad that you did the right thing.

"Hey! Y/N!" Your coworker called you as soon as you went out of the staff room

"Oh, what is it?" You asked as you wander your eyes on the bar.

"Your client is now waiting for you." Your coworker said and pointed out the man who you assumed is in his late 20's. he looks so young for a millionaire, you thought.

"He's hot, isn't he? Go now! If I were you, I would love to have him as my client, lucky you, he picked you." She said and winked before she pushed you towards the client. You glared at her before fixing yourself and went to your client.

The man can't hide his desires as soon as you approached him on his seat.

"You're y/n if I'm not mistaken," the man said and you nodded confirming him.

"I've never made a mistake in choosing you. Come, join me here beautiful lady," he said and tapped the side of the couch signaling you to sit beside him which you accepted.

"Being your new client, I guess you know already who am I." He said. you gasped slightly, completely forgetting to ask your manager the name of your client. Stupid you.

The man chuckled at your sudden silence. "Oh I guess Ms. Jang didn't tell you, I'm Lee Minho, you can just call me Minho." He said and offered his hands to you asking for a handshake. You accepted it and smiled shyly at him.

"I, I'm sorry M-minho, I forgot to ask Ms. Jang about you." You said and smiled sheepishly.

"It's okay, dear. As long as you came here, I'm beyond okay with it. Want some drinks?" He offered you the glass containing expensive booze from your bar and gladly took it. Looks like with his oozing expensive looks and wealth, you think he can also buy the entire bar you're working at.

After a couple of drinks and talks with Minho, you can now sense that he is nearly intoxicated with the alcohol he's been drinking. You decided not to drink too much so you can still be aware of what was happening to your surroundings. While your eyes wander at the people who were having fun, a hand slowly nestled on your thighs, which made your breath hitched at the cold feeling. Looking at the owner of the hand, you saw Minho cocked his head at the side while smiling at you, a hint of desire in his eyes.

"Uh, Minho... Is there anything you need?" You're already used to these kinds of scenes so you just brush it off by asking him. You surely saw that his eyes darken for a second. His jaw clenched, hands now near at your inner thighs before he pulled it off and fixed his tie.

"Is there any room we can occupy?" He asked you. You stand up from your seat and ask him to wait for you while you asked your manager about it.

You went straight to the staff room and quickly check your phone first. You saw a message from Chan and you opened it.

you decided not to reply to him and went straight to your manager to ask what room did Minho purchase.

from: Chan

10 minutes more and I'll be there. I'll wait for you later, princess.

You went back to Minho who is calmly drinking while waiting for you. He immediately stands up as soon as you went near him. Grabbing your hand, he lets you guide him to where the room is.

As soon as you closed the door, Minho's hands wander to the different parts of your body, satisfying himself by touching your smooth skin.

"You're so fucking sexy, you know that?" Minho said as you just nodded at him.

"You don't know how much I want to wreck you now," Minho grunted, hands still exploring your lower part.

Minutes later, the touches were slowly getting rougher, one that made you winced because of the aggressive touches Minho giving you.

Hearing your whimpers that he thought came from the pleasure he gives you, he aggressively grabbed your chin with his big hands forcing you to look at him.

"I knew it. You love it when someone's being hard on you, huh? You like it, slut?" He said making your eyes widen and shook your head.

"No? Isn't this enough for you? You want it a harsh way? Okay. I'd love to do it then." He said and pulled you towards the bed, hands still on your chin. He pushed you harshly on the bed. Removing his top, he climbed on the bed giving himself space between your legs and harshly dive into your neck. You cried because of the harsh bites he gave you, with zero pleasure, pure pain. You try to wriggle out from his hard grip but it's no help.

Annoyed by your actions, he stopped what his assaults to you and slapped your face hard. Making you cry out because of the pain.

"What do you think you're doing, slut? Do you think you can deny me? I already bought you, remember? I paid a high amount to have you as my property now. You can't do anything but to obey me, because you're just a little slut, hungry for money." He said and put his hands on your throat with such force making tears slowly flow out from your eyes because of the lack of air. Did your manager just sell you out to this man?

He removed his hands from your throat making you choke, gasping for some air to breathe in, while he continues doing all his assaults to you. This is one of the things you really hate in this job, giving them the pleasure they want is okay not until they lay off their abusive hands to you. And because of this kind of abuse you mostly encounter because of your job, you learned how to properly defend yourself from it. Adrenaline rushed into you as you kick his crotch very hard making him fall to the side of the bed.

"Fuck you slut! What do you think you're doing?!" Minho blurted out while wincing from the pain on his crotch. You quickly get up from the bed and ran out of the room. Rushing to the staff room looking for your manager. You've had enough.

"Y/N?! W-what are you— where is Mr. Lee?" Your manager asked you as soon as you enter the staff room. Shaking with anger, you question your manager, "How could you—" you stopped trying not to cry out of anger. besides Chan, Ms. Jang is the second person you gave your trust into, taking care of you like a real mother. You just can't believe that she will sell you out in exchange for a big fucking amount of money.

Trying to ask you again, you interrupted her, "Did you just let that man bought me for a big amount of money? how could you do that to me, I thought you care for me?" You said, not wanting to cry in front of her. You stopped her when she tried to go near you.

"No, please don't go near me." You said

"I'm, I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't plan to do that. It's just that he threatened me, he said that he will report our bar to the police if I didn't give him what he wants, he wants you, Y/N. I, I can't risk our business. That's--"

"So you decided to sacrifice me?" You nodded and continued. "I understand... Who am I to refuse, I'm just a wasted orphan you adopted, a new girl you added to your collection. You know what, Ms. Jang, thank you for taking care of me for the last five years, I felt the love that I thought was real. Thanks for letting me experience how to have a real mother. It's been a nice journey. But I've had enough, it's like I've ever wanted this kind of life anyway. Thank you, and please tell the others, I'm thankful for them, too. I need to go. I can't stand this place anymore." You said and grabbed all your things. Ms. Jang tried to stop you but you didn't budge, you want to get out of this life for so long, maybe now is the time. As soon as you stormed out of the room, you saw Chan peacefully sitting on the barstool, assuming that he's waiting for you. He smiled as soon as he saw you but quickly withdrew it as he saw your expression. He immediately went to you and held your arms gently, softly caressing it.

"Hey, what happened?" He asked, eyes glassed with worry. You faintly smiled at him and grabbed his hands in your arms and squeezed it.

"Let's get out of here?" You asked and he just nodded, still clueless with what was happening.

"Where do you want to go?" Chan asked you as soon as you went out of the bar. Because of the situation, you can't go straight to your home as it was also Ms. Jang's home.

"Can I stay at your place for a while?" You faced him. Examining your face first, he sensed that something's definitely wrong. So he just nodded and hailed for a cab.

_____

"Wait for me here, I'll just get some water." You just nodded and hummed in response. You just fiddled with your fingers as you recall the happenings a while ago. Your trust had shattered again, making you feel devastated. Ms. Jang sacrificed you? Maybe Minho was right, you're just a worthless slut. You were never loved by anyone because you're just one of those existing trash here on earth. No one dared to love you, words are just words. People who say that they love you were never real. They meant nothing. People loathed sluts like you. You are a failure, a total failure. Thinking those thoughts, you didn't notice the tears that are now falling from your eyes, eyeliner mixing with your tears making it smudged on your face.

"Y/N! Shit! Why are you crying?" Chan immediately placed the glasses of water to the coffee table and sit beside you. Feeling his presence beside you, you quickly grabbed the hem of his shirt asking him for a hug which he immediately gave you. Chan shushed you, swaying your bodies side to side as he let you cry your heart out. You felt him kissed the top of your head and caressed it after, making you calm.

"What happened back there at the bar?" Chan asked when you finally calmed down. Grabbing the tissue box and wiped your face gently, also removing the smudges of eyeliner on your eyes.

"Ms. Jang just sold me to our biggest client. I... I trusted her, Chan. I thought that she'll take care of me. I just can't believe she betrayed me for a big amount of money." You told him what happened at the bar. Chan stayed silent before attempted to speak.

"What are you going to do now?" Chan asked you. Tucking in stray hair at the back of your ear.

"I'll stop working there. I want to change, Chan. I can't be stuck there forever. I need to improve myself." You said, tears slowly falling to your cheeks again. Thinking how will you start to change your life for the better. You're afraid, you're afraid of the changes. But you wanted this. And you know Chan will always be there for you. Chan smiled at you dearly. Hearing it from you makes his heart clenched. He never judged you because of your way of living. But he's glad that you wanted to change your life for the better. And he's willing to help you and guide you.

"Sssh... Don't cry, princess. I'll stay with you. You know that, right? You know you can rely on me." He said and you nodded at him.

"Thank you, Chan. For not judging me, for always taking care of me, for everything that you did for me. Thank you for coming into my life. You're my angel, Chan." You said and smiled at him. Hearing those words from you, his happiness jolted up. He's also beyond thankful to you coming into his life. And he'll never stop taking care of you, never stop protecting you, and will never stop giving you the love that you deserved.

Chan held your cheeks, which you leaned in. He slowly lowered his head, and kissed you. Your eyes opened out of shock, but quickly melted in as soon you felt his soft lips on yours. Realizing what he was doing, he quickly breaks the kiss. You opened your eyes, looking at his face mirroring regret. Also realizing what happened, you stayed silent. You always have a soft spot for Chan. But after he kissed you, it's like there's a place inside your heart you didn't know you that had only for him.

"I-I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to kiss you. Fuck." Chan said and cursed himself making you chuckle. He looked at you confused as to why you're laughing.

"It's okay. You like me, do you?" You teased him making his eyes widen at you, like a deer caught in the headlights.

"H-how did you know?" He asked, confirming that he does likes you.

You shrugged and shift from your seat. "Dunno, I just guessed." You said. He just facepalmed. Completely cursing himself for being stupid.

"Yes, Honestly speaking, I've been in love with you ever since we met." He continued.

"You caught my eye, and that made worse when we grew close with each other. I just learned each day that you're so special to me. I, I love you, Y/N." Chan said making you shut in silence. Slowly sinking in all the words that he confessed. You're never used to these kinds of things. You don't know the feeling of being truly loved by someone, and hearing this from Chan, made you realize that you've been truly loved for a long time, you've been truly loved by Chan. The moment is too much for you making you cry again. Chan saw you making him baffled and held your face slowly.

"Hey, don't cry. It hurts me." Chan said, wiping your tears away.

"It's just that, I've never been so loved before. I've been a failure, Chan. No one ever loved me the way you do Hearing this all from you, it's too much, making me cry." You said trying to stop from crying.

"Don't say that. you're not a failure, y/n. You're the best thing that happened to me."

"But I don't know how to love again. I mean, I don't know how to start loving again." You said.

"You don't have to, princess, Just let the time. Just let me love you, okay?" Chan said and kissed you once again. The feelings, the atmosphere is too much for you to handle, making you burst out again into tears as you felt the love Chan is giving you. You don't know what did you do to deserve this. But you just let the moment pass by and relish all the love this man was giving you.

You were the one to break the kiss because of a lack of air. Chan leaned his forehead on yours and chuckled. You felt his thumb on the corner of your lips. You looked at his thumb that obtained red stains from your lipstick.

You also looked at his lips, chuckling as you saw the visible lipstick stains, courtesy of you.

"Your lipstick made a mess, princess." He said and chuckled.

"You look sexy, Chan." You blurted out, grabbing a tissue to wipe the smudge of lipstick on his lips.

"Don't say that, princess. I know I am." Chan said, combing your hair gently. You finally wiped the smudges on his lips and yours.

"Promise me you'll never cry again, princess, I just saw how much of a crybaby you are." He said and you just smacked his chest lightly.

"It's because you made me cry." You said and pouted.

"But not because I hurt you. And don't do that, please. It makes me want to kiss you again." Chan said and pointed out your pouty lips.

"Then do it." You teased him making him grunt.

"We all have the time in the world princess, so take a shower first so we can have our dinner and we can do all the kissings later." He said and chuckled making you blush at his playful banter. He just pinched your cheeks and stand up.

"Take a shower, I'll prepare your clothes for now." He said.

"Shower with me?" You asked making him gasped with your suggestion

"W-what? Hell no!" Chan completely refused to make you chuckle

"Why? We're already dating." You teased making him rolled his eyes dramatically.

"That doesn't mean I will accept your offer." He said and slowly pushed you towards the bathroom.

"Okay, okay. Fine." You laughed and stuck your tongue out before closing the door of the bathroom. You just love how to make him blush on the spot, looking so cute.

____

You and Chan's bodies were comfortably slumped on the sofa while watching some movies after you ate dinner. You snuggled on his broad chest, while his arms encircled around you making you warm and comfortable.

"Y/N..." Chan called you softly. You hummed and lift your gaze to him.

"Now that you left the bar, when will you gather your things from Ms. Jang's house? You know I can help you with it." He said and combed your hair.

"I'll gather my courage to face them first. I need to clear my mind. I don't think I can face them for now. And I need to think of a place to live now I already left the bar." You said

"Live here with me?" Chan suggested making you look back at him.

"I might be a burden-"

"No. You'll never be, princess. At least you'll only have to think about looking for a job. Living here with me can lessen your problems. Besides, I love you being here." Chan said and smiled at you. Chan never failed to make you smile even at the smallest things he did and said to you

"Fine. But let me contribute to it. Let me have a share in paying other bills. I am also now living here. And I am consuming the things that you consume." You said.

"You sound like my future wife." He chuckled and pinched your nose.

"Do you want me to be?" You asked and he nodded.

"I'd love to. Mrs. Bang." He said making you both laughed at the thought.

"You're tired, Chan. You need to rest." You said pushing his face against you.

"But I'm serious!" He whined and you just nodded.

"Yes, I know. But that's not our priority for now. I know that you love me, I'll just be here with you." You said and give him a peck on his lips. You were about to move back when he grabbed your face and made you stay still, catching your lips with his. You smiled against his lips and soon gave in with the kiss.

"You're too much of a kisser huh? Maybe you waited for this time to come, did you?" You asked, gasping again for air after the breathtaking kiss

"Maybe yes, maybe no. You guess." He said and hugged you.

"I love you, princess. I love you." Chan said. Wanting to say those words to him, you contemplate as you still not yet completely have the confidence and assurance of those words. You still need to find the real meaning before you finally tell him. Sensing your uneasiness, Chan sighed and cupped your cheeks.

"You don't have to say it now, princess. Just what I've told you a while ago, just let the time, don't worry about me. Just let me love you. I won't force you tell to me." Chan said and smiled. Maybe what he said isn't that hard to do. Because you can see how much he loves you, you'll soon learn how to love him back. You know how much he also deserves the love that he always gives you. You just need to let the time do its thing.

[scrapbookonthemantle]

OC Companion Meme

i got tagged by @ultrastimpaks​ !! thanks gio love u 

rules: pick out a fallout oc and fill out the prompts!

tagging uh. @sleights-of-hand​ @rocket-69​ and @rotarydials​​ !!

THE BASICS

>> which game would they be from?

Fallout 3

>> where would you find them?

A random encounter in the subways!

>> how do you recruit them?

"Just put it down! I didn't do anything to you!" Oppy shouts at the pair while holding her hands in the air.

"Aw, you really think I care, don't you?" The raider throws Oppy's backpack to another, who begins to dig through its contents.

"Never said that. Just give it back and I'll be on my--"

(I wrote it out as a dialogue tree scenario! Read the rest here!)

After rescuing Oppy from the raiders, you have the option to recruit her as a traveling companion.

>> do they have a specialized task?

If you give her dirty water, she’ll eventually hand back purified water!

(First time picking up dirty water with Oppy traveling with you) “Oooh! My mom taught me how to boil all the dirt and stuff out of water ages ago. I can clean those up for you if you want! Much healthier too, don’t want you getting sick on me!”

(Giving her dirty water) “Oh yuck! Will get this back to you as soon as I can!”

(Handing back purified water) “Bye dirt! You belong with the plants, not in my drinking water, thank you very much!”

>> do they give the player items? if yes, which items?

Oppy will occasionally pick up miscellaneous items on your journey with her. Sometimes they’ll even be useful! She will occasionally share them with the player. The things she picks up can range from an old pre-war phone to a stray stimpak she nabbed.

>> do they have a personal quest? if yes, what would it be?

Oppy doesn’t have a personal quest, but she’ll occasionally bring up smaller quests to go to different places around the DC area for research purposes. The player will likely need to take down low-level enemies from these locations before Oppy is able to complete her research.

If enough quests are completed, the player is granted the ‘In the Know!’ perk. This will grant special dialogue options while Oppy is by your side. 

(For example, during the Stealing Independence quest if you have Oppy by your side you can ask Abraham to tell you more about the location you’re going to.)

>> can you romance them?

No.

(If flirted with) “Oh! Well, I’m flattered, but I’m not really looking for romance right now. I’d rather just go on more adventures with you! Where to next?”

>> what perk would they give the player?

Walking on Sunshine: Well-rested will always be granted after sleeping in a bed - being around Opportunity just seems to put you in a good mood! You also receive bonus EXP for any non-combat related actions.

>> what are their SPECIAL stats?

S - 6, P - 4, E - 6, C - 9, I - 8, A - 7, L - 7

AFFINITY

>> loves

- Using a cooking station. “I love cooking! Do you need any help? I know what I’m doing, believe it or not.”

- Helping others, doing good deeds. “Good work! Some people are just down on their luck.”

- Taking down Paradise Falls. “No one deserves to be treated like that. No one.”

- Choosing the non-violent option in quests. “You handled that well! Sometimes words work better than bullets.”

>> likes

- Helping Moira with the Wasteland Survival Guide. “I know it’s tough, but it’s going to help a lot of people! No, really! ...What do you mean I sound just like her, shut up!”

- Siding with Roy Phillips and doing the non-violent route of the Tenpenny Tower quest. “You did the right thing, that Alistair guy is an asshole. ...Excuse my language.”

>> neutral

- Entering vaults. “The so-called height of the pre-war era... Did you know they were experimenting on people even before the bombs dropped? Cruel. We should get out of here as soon as we can.”

>> dislikes

- Drinking alcohol or using chems. “Hey! Being intoxicated isn’t going to help us get anywhere!”

- Pickpocketing/Stealing. “What are you doing?! Put that back!”

- Attempting to unlock owned doors or objects. “Stop it! How would you like it if I blatantly ignored your privacy? Those are locked for a reason!”

- Killing brahmin. “If you wanted to be a butcher you could have just said so, but this isn’t the time or place. What did they do to you?”

>> hates

- Leaving Harold alive during the Oasis quest. “I want plants back just as much as anyone else, but this isn’t the way to do it. He’s suffering at the hands of these people... Maybe you should have rethought that.” (Oppy will pull you aside to try talking you out of it multiple times during the quest.)

- Blowing up Megaton. “Why... would you.... I don’t understand your- What? You know what? No. I can’t stand to look at your face. Don’t try explaining yourself, I’m leaving. Don’t come running after me, either.” (Oppy will permanently leave you if you blow up Megaton. She will pull you aside to try talking you out of it multiple times throughout the quest.)

- Siding with the Brotherhood. “I’m afraid I don’t get why you would do that... They’re only out to help themselves. Have you seen the way they treat anyone different from their own?”

VOICE LINES

>> “use melee”

"Oh! Okay, I got my bat ready! I’ll try my best!”

>> “use ranged”

"I’m not sure that’s the best decision, I always seem to lose my ammo...”

>> “stay close”

“Right behind you! I’ll try not to trip you up.”

>> “keep distance”

“Got it! They’ll never see us- Er... Me, coming!” 

>> “back up”

“Oh sorry, was I too close?”

>> “be passive”

“Great! That’s my specialty.”

>> “be aggressive”

“Why would you want me to do that?”

>> “wait here”

“No problem! Do you want me to set up a camp while I wait?”

>> “follow me”

“Off we go!”

>> when healed

“Ow ow ow- Oh, thanks! You sure we don’t have to amputate?”

>> when killed (general)

“This wasn’t... how I planned this going...”

>> when killed (by player)

“I trusted you!”

>> when talking

“Back home my granmama would always make these tato cakes- they were the BEST. You’d love ‘em. Maybe I could make them for you sometime!”

“There’s a lot more to learn about our history than you’d think. Doesn’t do any good to just ignore it when it’s all repeating itself again.”

“One time my cousins and I were out playing in a nearby creek when we were young and Matty got his leg stuck in the mud.. We were out there for HOURS until my dad and my uncle came out to rescue us. Hey, at least we got snacks afterward!”

“Don’t you find feral ghouls fascinating? I mean, basically losing your mind and who you are as a person.. Only hanging onto what little threads of memory you can hang onto. Must be hard.”

“I think the Capitol Preseveration Society is doing good work, even if most people don’t appreciate it. History has to be remembered somehow!”

“Back home we didn’t have a lot of plants, but we at least had more than there are here.. Sometimes I get tired of all the concrete and rubble.”

“You know... As much as I enjoy looking back at history and all, I don’t want you to think I want to go back to it. Pre-war wasn’t good, I mean, hell, it ended up with a nuclear war that brought us to where we are now.”

“I’ve always thought people should make more of their own music. My family was always singing and drumming against things... I rarely see any of that around here. It’s kinda gloomy, really!”

“I’m not a fan of that Brotherhood of Steel group... They say they’re preserving old technology, but they’re not really helping anybody or teaching anyone outside of their crew, are they?”

>> when trading (neutral)

“Shoot... Which pocket did I put this in again?”

“Hold on, I think I lost... Nope, there it is.”

>> when trading (happy)

“Oh good! Do you have snacks?”

“I assure you I’ll handle your things with the UTMOST care and attention. I even have a dust rag around here somewhere!”

>> when dismissed

“Oh, okay... I’ll be in Rivet City if you need me!”

[pucksnsticksnhockeyboys]

running away

request: Can u do 18 and 69 from the prompt list w Mat Barzal please?! 💗💗 love ur blog!!!

prompt: “Say that again, but less stupid.” & “I don’t get jealous.” / numbers 18 & 69 off of this list with Mat Barzal.

summary: Mat knows just how to annoy you and you can’t help but fall for it every time. 

warnings: drinking

word count: 2.3k

You didn't want to hate Mat. In all reality, you didn't actually. He was just annoyingly cocky when it came to his hockey ability. When you had tried to voice this to yours and Mat’s mutual friend Tito, he had just laughed it off, grinning out a ‘he has a right to be’ before leaving you pouting.

No, you didn't hate Mathew Barzal. He just really, really annoyed you.

“Say that again, but less stupid.” You blanched. You had lost your filter two drinks ago, and from your position wedged in a booth between Mat and Tito in some bar you were at celebrating a win, you were forced to listen to Mat and Tito talk about hockey. You weren’t totally listening, partially because you could only hear so much hockey talk before you lost your mind and partially because your head was a little fuzzy from your drinks. 

Your were contemplating on just how you were going to get past Mat and out of the booth to reach the bar when you heard his asinine comment. Normally, you would tune him out and you were certain you would’ve this time if you hadn't been sitting so close and if he hadn't sounded so dumb. So, really, you had no choice but to interrupt.

“I said, it’s fun to get in fights sometimes.” You scoffed at this, glancing up to Mat to see his trademark troublemaking grin. You were starting to think that maybe you should rethink the whole idea of going to get another drink because your next words tumbled past your lips before you could control them.

“I hate when you get in fights.” You regretted the confession instantly, seeing as it only made Mat’s teasing smirk grow. 

“Aw, do you care about me?” His comment made Tito laugh, and you hoped that the way your eyes rolled made you seem indifferent enough, or maybe you could blame the rosiness of your cheeks on the alcohol. 

Because as much as Mat annoyed you, you couldn't have helped the way you fell hopelessly for him. 

“No.” 

Lie.

Mat and Tito laughed at the defensiveness in your voice and you refused to look at either one of them. Right now, you just needed space from the two boys. You mumbled an excuse about having to use the bathroom and thankfully Mat let you leave without another comment. 

You took your time in the bathroom, straightening out your clothes and chastising yourself for reacting the way you had to his teasing. As far as you knew he was blind to your affections, there was no way he could know since you had never told anyone—let alone someone that would let it slip to Mat. 

Instead of heading back to the booth which had since been abandoned by Mat and Tito, you headed to the bar counter. It was crowded, and you didn't spot anyone you knew until a loud laugh sounded from a group of people to your left. 

You hated yourself for it, but it was a laugh you could recognize anywhere. It was a laugh that drew your attention, only the small smile that had formed at the sound faltered when you took in the scene before you. Mat and Tito were surrounded by a gaggle of girls, and they looked like they were having the time of their lives. 

The sight made an ugly feeling grow in your chest, one that had no right to be there. You and Mat were nothing, sometimes you questioned if you were even friends but your massive crush on him rejected the idea of having a just platonic relationship. But you were certain that friends didn’t get upset when the other was blatantly charming a group of girls. 

Your stomach dropped when you locked eyes with Mat, his smile turning to a teasing one as he caught you staring. You tried to change the sour look on your face to one a bit more neutral, but you were certain that made you look even more suspicious. Your head whipped forward, and you spotted the bartender nearby. You waved them down, and just as you finished giving them your order, another body stepped beside the stool you were sitting on to lean on the counter. 

“Put it on my tab, thanks.” Much like the laugh, it was a voice you’d recognize from anywhere. You’d heard the voice a thousand times, from across the room, whispered in a kitchen, yelled from the ice as you watched practice tucked in the stands, or right behind you in a crowded bar—Mathew Barzal was not one you’d easily forget. 

“Don’t you have anyone else to be buying drinks for?” You snapped before you could bite your tongue. Maybe the alcoholic drink you'd just ordered wasn't the best idea, but you weren't totally thinking straight under Mat’s heavy stare. 

“Jealous?” He teased, the word coming out as a chuckle. Usually, his smile was infectious but right now you couldn't help but glare at him. There was something about the way he said that one word told you he knew. He knew about your feelings and he was just throwing the fact that they were unrequited in your face.

At least, that's the way you saw it.

“I don’t get jealous.” You huffed, suddenly sounding very defensive. Your sentence was punctuated by the bartender setting your drink down in front of you, which you quickly sipped from in order to avoid looking at him. You didn't know how much longer you were going to be able to sit there and handle his teasing.

“Are you sure? Because if you’re not, then I’m just going to go back over and talk to those girls.” His smile was playful, and if your mind hadn't been so foggy you would've realized he had no real intention of going back over there other than to antagonize you. But the thought of it had the ugly feeling—jealousy, you know recognized—bubbling up in your chest again. 

You forced a smile onto your face, turning towards him before sliding off the stool. Before, when you had been sitting, the height difference between the two of you wasn't that noticeable. Now that you were on your own feet, and as close as you were, your neck was craning to look at him. You could feel your eyes start to get glossy, and you shoved your drink into his chest until he grabbed it. His gaze locked on yours and your chest tightened as his features softened into a confused frown once he recognized the strained look on your face, how your smile was tight and no where near reaching your eyes.

With his own drink in his other hand, he didn't have a free one to grab you to keep you in place as you shouldered your way through the crowd. You felt ridiculous, there was no reason that you should be this upset over Mat talking to other girls, but the fact that he came over and taunted you about your feelings had you feeling suffocated in the crowded bar. 

You were running away from your feelings, from confrontation, and from Mat.

You pulled out your phone as you maneuvered your way outside to call an Uber, and by the time you made it out the car was already pulled up out front. You checked to make sure it was your Uber and soon after that you were pulling away from the curb and headed back to your apartment. 

Aside from sending Tito a quick text that you had left so he wouldn't worry about you, you spent the ride pathetically staring out the window. You upset, that medium between anger and sadness that had you mindlessly watching the lights of the city night pass by without actually taking anything in.

You stayed in your stupor all the way until your apartment, changing into a pair of sweats and a tee as soon as you could. It wasn't until you had gotten a glass of water and were seated on the couch attempting to pick a show to watch that you were brought back to reality by a knock on your door. 

You could feel your heart hammer in your chest as you looked through the peephole to spot the very same dark haired boy you had left at the bar. He seemed nervous, rocking back and forth on his feet with eyes darting from your door to the elevator at the end of the hall. He was waiting for something to happen, and just as you watched him raise his fist to knock again did you decide to swing the door open.

Instead of greeting him like you would any other guest, you simply raised a brow to question his presence. He sighed, running a hand through his hair that was already so tousled something told you he had repeated the action dozens of times before you caught him. 

“Can I come in?” He asked, and still you stayed silent, though you did step back to allow him to slip in. He muttered a thank you before heading into the living room and finding home on your couch. “What are you watching?”

“What are you doing here, Mat?” You questioned, sounding a little standoffish and more than your fair share of exhausted as you wrapped your arms around yourself leaning against the doorjamb. He looked from the television to you, brows tugged together to show his confusion. 

“You basically ran off, I wanted to make sure you were okay. Do you want me to leave?” He asked, sounding genuinely concerned about whether you wanted him to stay and nothing like the cocky hockey player you left back at the bar. You softened a bit at his question, but then you were reminded of just why you felt so defeated when flashes of him surrounded by women crept back into your head. 

“No, I mean, shouldn’t you be back at the bar trying to find tonight’s hookup?” You didn't mean to sound bitter, but you were honestly exhausted by trying to hide your feelings. You figured that since he already knew and used to it mock you there was no point in trying to be subtle. 

The laugh that left Mat had your head snapping from your shoes to meet his gaze, and it was your turn to draw your brows together. He was grinning, one that usually made your heart skip a beat but was only causing your annoyance to grow. 

“You’re so oblivious.”

“Excuse me?” You snapped, raising a pointed brow in his direction. He usually got on your nerves, but tonight he was testing your limits. He was creating more questions than providing answers and you were reading your boiling point. 

“I don't want to go home with any of those girls from the bar, so you don’t have to be jealous.” You scoffed at his comment, wondering just why he felt the need to keep bringing up the fact that you were so annoyed. It really wasn't helping his case at the moment, only serving to agitate you more.

“It sure looked like it.” You huffed, stepping towards the couch and ultimately him only to reach for the empty glass sitting on the coffee table before retreating back into the kitchen. You heard Mat sigh, and his footsteps following after you. 

You were being stubborn, you knew that. There was clearly something Mat wanted to say, but you kept your back to him as you filled the glass once more. He called your name softly when it became clear that you had no intention of paying him any attention. You turned, but your gaze was focused on your feet. 

“Do you think I was flirting with those girls?” He asked, a hint of amusement in his tone that had you scoffing once more. Your heart may belong to Mat but he sure knew how to get under you skin. “I was just being Tito’s wingman, I promise.”

“Why does that matter?” You mumbled, because you truly were in no position to police just who Mat talked to. Even if it made you feel like jealousy was going to consume you whole. At your question, Mat chuckled. You raised a brow in question, but otherwise stayed silent.

“Because I know you like me.” Just like at the bar, you felt like running away. Mat must have sensed it, maybe he saw your gaze flicker from him to the door, because he was moving closer to you, and before you could even think about what to do, he was talking the glass out of your hand to set on the counter. He place his hands on your hips, tugging you closer to him so quickly you stumbled, bracing yourself with your hands on his chest. “I like you too, you know.”

From where your hand was placed, you could feel his heart beating out of his chest, just like yours ways. You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of disbelief, trying to decide if this was some elaborate prank just so he could tease you. But the combination of his racing heart under you palm, the sincerity in his eyes, and the fact that he followed you from the bar instead to make sure you’re okay convinced you this was real. His eyes flickered to your lips only to meet your gaze again. All he needed was the small nod of your head and he dipped back in, pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss was slow and gentle, and you felt it all the way down to your toes. When you finally pulled away it was because of a need for oxygen and Mat didn't let you get far. His grip on your hips pulled you flush against his chest and your arms wrapped around his neck. You weren’t mad about the closeness, it allowed you to chase after his lips once you caught your breath to give him a few more quick kisses. You were melting under his gaze, and he knew it. 

“I’m a pretty good kisser, huh?” He teased and you groaned, dropping your head onto his chest. Leave it to him to take the sweet start of your relationship and use it to get under your skin.

“You're so annoying, Barzal.”

[obxlife]

Friendship for Dummies (Pogue Dynamic)

A/N: I can’t believe I’m writing again! Like I swear to god I haven’t written in like a month and idk I feel like this isn’t going to be top-notch but whatever. Also, thank you anon for requesting! 

Pairing: None (Only Pogue dynamic)

Word Count: 3,487

Request: hi! I have a request if ur interested? I love your jiara comfort fic, especially how u included all the pogues. I was wondering if u could do a friendship pogue fic that sort of follows how the pogues have protected Kie over the years from when they first met to the present. idk if this makes sense but I love the friendship dynamic in comfort and how JJ was so protective so I would love to see that extend to the other pogues and just see them get all big brotherly anytime someone messes with Kie

Summary: Basically situations where Kie either gets in trouble or gets hurt and the Pogues stand up for her or protect her, etc. 

Warnings: Swearing, some underage drinking, some weed (because, you know, JJ) and I think that is it! Oh, and some really harsh swearing towards Kie.

FRIENDSHIP FOR DUMMIES

Kiara had a knack for getting in trouble. Actually, her friends had a knack for getting her to tag along on their crazy adventures and get in trouble. 

It all began before high school when Kie was in seventh grade and still adapting to her growing body. She knew she was different from the rest of the kids in her neighborhood, mainly because they mostly cared about the newest iPhone while the dark-skinned girl cared about the waves down at the beach. She had always had trouble forging friendships and was pretty much used to being alone. In fact, she was used to standing up for herself every time one of the stupid Kooks from the part of the island where she lived.

That was exactly what had been happening when she was approached by her soon-to-be friends. 

“Piss off, Jeremy,” Kie had said to Jeremy Blanchard. He lived down the street from her, and much like the rest of the Kooks from Figure Eight, he went to the only middle school in Kildare Island. He was a year older than Kiara and had been teasing her about being friendless and a ‘Kook traitor’ for years. Kie didn't mind him much, normally ignoring whatever he would say, but sometimes she just couldn’t do so. 

Every once in a while, Jeremy’s teasing would get to her head and she would cry. A lot. But then she would pull herself together and deal with it.

This one particular time though, Jeremy was being meaner than usual, and for some reason, his words seemed to be stabbing Kiara in a way that made her feel weak. 

Tears were already pooling around her eyes as she shoved Jeremy back, which led to her body being pushed further into the wall she had been leaning on. Jeremy and his friends laughed at Kiara’s lame attempt to push the bigger and stronger boy away from her before closing in on her again.

“Shut it, traitor,” Mark, Jeremy’s friend, sneered.

Kiara began to feel a bit claustrophobic, and she swore she saw the three boys surrounding her grow taller than they truly were. She felt small and weak, contrary to what she tried to portray to them, and her breathing was becoming ragged.

All of a sudden, Jeremy was pulled back by his shoulder and to the ground. Kiara felt a little more air enter her lungs as she realized that Jeremy’s two friends were being pulled down to the floor as well. The ambush of her bullies permitted her to flee, but Kiara’s feet were glued to the floor. She couldn't look away from her three classmates defending her. 

She recognized all of them. They were in her grade, and she easily recognized them as residents of The Cut. She couldn’t care less though. All she cared was that they had helped her. 

One of the three boys stood up from where he was laying across Jeremy’s friend and approached the trembling girl. His dark skin was entrancing, and his curly hair looked unruly, but his smile made Kiara feel safe. 

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked. Kiara tried to find her voice, but no sounds came out of her open mouth. She only nodded, clutching the books she held in her hand closer to her chest. “You’re Kie, right?”

Once again Kiara nodded. She felt bad for not knowing their names. Before that day, Kiara had not cared to learn the names of almost any of her classmates. The few she knew were because of fancy Kook dinners she had attended during the years.

“Well, I’m Pope,” the boy presented himself to the tall girl. His hand was pressed against his chest, and then he pointed at the other two boys that were approaching them. “That’s John B and JJ.”

“Are you okay?” the long-haired boy asked. Kiara finally found her voice.

“Yeah. Thanks for the help,” she muttered while looking down. Although the boys made her feel safe, she was slightly ashamed in herself. She had never needed anyone to defend her or protect her, and now she stood with three boys who had done just that. They must think I’m some weak, little girl, she thought.

“Jeremy is such an ass, I swear,” the blond said while passing a hand through his hair. Kiara took notice of how worn his clothes looked compared to the other two boys, and she noticed a stain that looked a lot like blood. She shook her head, deciding for once that she wouldn’t judge her peers.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” she said sarcastically. “I’ve been dealing with him and his jackass friends for years.”

Pope widened his eyes at that statement. How come we’ve never seen them bothering her before? he wondered. 

“Really?” John B asked out loud. “You must be tough, then. We’ve seen him make a lot of kids cry because of his teasing.”

Kiara felt proud of being referred to in that term. She always felt she was tough, but she had trouble portraying that to other people. Especially Kooks that wanted her to fit into the mold of a small, needy girl.

“I guess,” she decided to reply. The three boys shared a look, having a silent conversation in which they quickly decided that the girl standing in front of them was worthy of their friendship.

From that day Kiara found herself accompanied by her boys. They would hang out after school at the beach or at The Wreck (Kiara’s family-owned restaurant) and during classes, creating messes everywhere they went. Here new friendships brought even more judgment from the Kooks, but Kiara couldn’t care less. For the first time in her life, she had friends that she actually liked and that had her back. All she needed was them. As long as she had them everything was completely fine.

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During their last year of middle school, the Pogues began to involve themselves in illegal activities. Not drugs or alcohol or anything like that, but they often found themselves breaking into houses that were under construction or buildings that were usually empty at night. Most of the time they would sneak into the pools of some Kook house that was empty during the school year before entering the house and snooping around for a little while. 

They had been nearly caught many times before, but the Pogues liked walking on the edge and trying their luck. They would wait until the police cars were just outside of the vicinity they had broken into before running off. Or sometimes they would taunt them while running away, calling the policemen names and teasing them about their job.

Usually, it was only JJ and John B that would do this.

One particular night they had entered the home of a woman that would visit the island every summer. Kiara recognized who the house belonged to, having served her at The Wreck multiple times in past years. 

“C’mon,” JJ ushered his friends along the empty street that had mansions on both of its sides. They were trying not to attract any attention, but anybody that looked outside of their windows would realize how misplaced the three boys were. Their dirty and worn-out clothes were a clear indicator of their lack of money, and their mannerisms were found to be despicable by any Kook on the island. Kiara might have passed a little more unnoticed, but her style of clothing reflected that of a girl from The Cut (even though most of her pieces were actually on-brand). 

JJ almost moaned when he finally dipped his feet into the pool. He removed his hat and his shirt before throwing himself into the depths of the water. Pope and John B followed suit, tossing their belonging on the grass behind them and jumping into the clear water while striking a pose in the air. This made a giggle rise from Kie’s lips as she removed her clothes and stepped into the pool. A shiver went up her spine from the cold but she moved further until she was completely submerged.

When she came up for air she realized the rest of her friends were already splashing water at each other. She laughed as Pope got a wave of water thrown directly at him causing him to cough and splutter. 

They continued to splash around until John B realized there was a small jacuzzi a little bit off from the main pool area. He sped towards it, jumping in and searching for the button that would activate its jets.

“Guys, help me find the button for the jets!” he ushered the rest of the Pogues. JJ gladly began to help his brunett best friend, but Pope and Kie hung back a bit.

“Don’t you guys think that’ll attract too much attention?” the dark-skinned boy questioned. “I mean, that makes a lot of noise and I’m guessing that if the cops haven’t been called on us already, then they definitely will be if we turn the jets on.”

“Agreed,” Kie chimed while crossing her arms across her chest. She didn’t notice how the boys’ eyes darted towards her chest for a brief moment. “And I really don’t want to be caught by the cops. You guys know my dad will be pissed.”

“Live a little, you guys,” JJ said while turning his back towards the hesitant half of the group. “Oh, I found it!”

The blond pressed a small button on the side of the jacuzzi which caused the jets to begin shooting water out immediately. John B and JJ relaxed while Kie and Pope shared an incredulous look.

“We should start rounding our thing up,” Kie suggested to the boy beside her. “The cops will probably be here soon.”

Pope followed the girl and got dressed along with her. After that, they grabbed onto the clothes and towels their other friends had thrown away just as they began to hear police sirens in the distance.

JJ and John B didn’t seem to realize that the law was on the way to catch them as they continued to play around with the settings in the jacuzzi. However, once the blue and red lights stopped moving (meaning that the cops had pulled up outside), they began to run after Kie and Pope. Jumping from on house to the other, they crossed almost all of Figure Eight before arriving outside of The Wreck, where they had agreed to group up if the cops were to arrive at the house they broke into. Adrenaline was pumping inside each and every one of their veins and Kie tried to level her breathing as she gave John B his clothes.

Just as JJ and John B finished getting dressed outside of the restaurant, a cop car approached the small building. Eyes widening, the Pogues darted inside. However, they didn’t make it very far as Deputy Shoupe and Sheriff Peterkin stepped inside and grabbed into them. 

Just then, Kiara’s dad came from within the kitchen and was surprised to find that his daughter was being handcuffed. 

“Hey! What’s going on? Why are you arresting my daughter?” Mr. Carrera asked Shoupe.

“Breaking and entering. Mrs. Longfield’s summer house,” the police officer grunted out.

“What?” Mr. Carrera screamed. He was furious, especially at his daughter. He had relentlessly advised her to stay away from the boys she had been hanging around with, but she hadn’t listened at all. “Kiara, do you mind explaining what the hell Deputy Shoupe is talking about?”

Kiara’s words seemed to be jumbled. She couldn’t find it in herself to explain what had happened, not wanting to face the disappointment that was already beginning to cloud her father’s eyes.

“She wasn’t with us,” Pope spoke up suddenly. Kie turned towards him, surprise in her eyes. Why was he lying? 

“Yeah, we bumped into her outside just now. She let us in,” John B explained, his gaze not wavering from Mr. Carrera’s eyes.

“She didn’t know we were running away,” JJ added. And with that, they made Kie look completely innocent in front of her father and the police. 

The male Pogues knew just how much Kie’s father would pressure her into behaving like a Kook and having Kook friends, so the least they could do for getting her in trouble was getting her out of it. With their lies, Kie’s father would only be attacking her about her friends and not about her actions.

“Is this true?” Peterkin asked the girl. She contemplated if she should shake her head and tell the truth, but as she shared a look with each of her friends, she realized that they were pushing her to lie along with them. So, she nodded. 

The handcuffs came off her wrist at once. Her father tugged her towards them and they watched as the three teenage boys were dragged off towards the police station. Kiara promised herself she would visit all of them in the morning, and she would thank them endlessly for what they had done.

She watched the cop cars pull out from the restaurant’s parking lot and turn down the street. The blue and red lights faded into the night sky.

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The first months of high school completely sucked for Kie. She was always alone in the hallways, and she never missed the muttered comments that came from the rest of her classmates.  ‘Traitor’ and ‘dirty Pogue’ were the classics.

It had been a while since she had been all alone in school, and she was not used to it. See, this year was her first year at the Kook Academy, which meant that the rest of the Pogues were not with her at school right now but instead in the public high school on the other side of the island.

So, yes, the first months of high school completely sucked for Kie. That was until she met Sarah Cameron, the Kook Princess.

She had invited Kie down to the beach to help her save turtles, an activity which Kie was more than glad to take part in. She enjoyed herself so much that she hoped Sarah would invite her to do the same soon.

And, surprisingly, she did.

Kie found herself more and more often over at the Cameron residence and spending less and less time with the Pogues. It wasn’t that she was purposely avoiding them, no. She just simply began to spend so much time with Sarah that she barely had time to fit them in her busy schedule. 

At first, Kie tried to maintain as much communication as possible with the boys. She would even hang out with them every so often. But every so often become once in a while and once in a while became almost never. 

By then it was the middle of November, and all Kie found herself occupied with was numerous activities that Sarah would drag her to. The blonde girl was so much fun and she ensured that Kie would be accepted within the Kooks anywhere. Who wouldn’t want that? After all, if the Kook princess herself considers you enough to be her friend, then the Kook community would as well.

However, Kie wasn’t aware of how some of the rich people would talk about her behind her back. Especially Rafe Cameron and his crowd of goonies. 

It was well known that Kiara had been friends with the Pogues for the past two years, and the Kook boys would often discuss this topic among themselves. They would talk about it at the country club while playing golf, at their houses while partying and trying drugs, or just out and about during the day while they were running errands.

This is how one afternoon Rafe and his friends ended up fighting with the Pogues for their first time. This fight would eventually lead to a long history of fights between the teenagers of the two social classes, all of which began because of Kiara Carrera.

She, of course, didn’t know this.

Rafe and his goons had been searching for some marshmallows and hot chocolate as they were going to be hosting a bonfire later that night at one of their mansions. They were commenting on who would be attending and who they were hoping would attend when they first mentioned Sarah’s name.

“Dude, I hope Sarah comes tonight,” Jeremy (yes, the same Jeremy that would bother Kiara) said to Rafe while reaching a shelf where the cookies and sweets were. 

The blond Kook immediately shoved his friend while laughing a bit. “You know she is off limits! Why don’t you go for Kie instead? I’m sure Sarah will drag her over tonight.”

And just as their bad luck would have it, on the other side of the shelf stood John B, Pope, and JJ, listening to everything the other boys had said.

“Dude, no,” Jeremy replied with disgust. “She’s a Pogue. Plus, she’s always been an attention-seeking whore.”

The male Pogues saw red on the other side of the shelf. They began to make their way towards the end of the aisle, all of them knowing exactly what was going to go down in order to defend their friend.

“You can say that again,” another boy from the Kooks said. They were all laughing as if Kie was some kind of joke, and the Pogues hated it. Even though they hadn’t seen her in a while, they still cared about her and would defend her to whatever extent.

“You guys better watch your mouths,” John B said once he and his friends found themselves only a few feet away from the teenage Kooks. Jeremy visibly winced a little at the brunett’s voice, remembering how John B, JJ, and Pope had beaten him only two years ago for making fun of Kie.

Rafe, however, scoffed. “What are you three going to do? You’re just some dirty Pogues.”

Without processing what he was doing, JJ jumped towards Rafe, punching him with such force that the older boy’s head whipped back. John B grabbed onto a boy he didn’t recognize that had stepped forward to help Rafe. He placed a punch towards his face and another towards his gut. Pope advanced towards Jeremy, and although the dark-skinned boy wasn’t used to fighting, he could hold his ground. He only had to punch Jeremy once before he was on the ground and squirming away from the scene.

After a while the brawl had been torn apart by the store clerks, pulling JJ and John B off of the boys they had been assaulting. The store clerks dragged both of them outside where Pope joined them. They could hear Rafe still saying some nasty comments about them (mainly about how much of a low life they all were) and Kiara (mainly about how much of a traitor she was). The teenagers didn’t care, wiping their mouths and noses before turning to walk down the street and back to The Cut.

Later that night, Jeremy recounted the story to Sarah (although he made himself seem much less scared in his version), which caused Kie to listen to what had gone down that afternoon as well. She couldn’t believe the Pogues had gotten into a fight because they were talking about her. Although she didn’t catch what exactly had been said, she still couldn’t believe it. Did this mean they still considered her their friend?

She wasn’t sure.

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The following year, Kiara found herself alone once again. In school that is. Her fall out with Sarah had occurred around six months ago, but she couldn’t care much about it anymore. She was much more focused on getting the Pogues to trust her again.

JJ was being especially difficult, but Kie was sure she had improved on getting them to care about her again. Little did she know they had never stopped.

So this was Kiara’s life now. During the day, at school, she was a complete loner, but during the afternoons and at night she belonged with the Pogues. Just like it had been before her Kook year. Before her mistakes.

Kiara was happy to be back where she truly belonged, and she realized she was a lot more comfortable around the Pogues than she had ever been around Sarah. She never stopped smiling when she was with them. And she realized she had never stopped caring about them when she had been away.

She promised herself that she would never do what she had done to them during her Kook year. She would never let other people insult the Pogues without defending them and she would never not be there like she had done when Big John disappeared.

Kiara came to realize just how safe she felt around the Pogues and how much they had done for her during their years of friendship.

All she wanted to do was return the favor now.

[gcldveins]

HELLOOOOOO everyone !!!!!!!! i just wanna say .. thank you SO MUCH for joining misty hollow with jin and i , you have no idea how happy it made us to see so many people interested and join and like .. just clearly so in love w their own muses so like i just wanna say i love u all with my whole freaking heart !!!! ok enough w the sappy stuff let me introduce to u all literally the worst muse i have ever created .. malcolm o’sullivan. but he goes by sully bc he was ur og e-boy who goes “ oh ? my favourite band ? you wouldn’t have heard of it .. they’re called the rolling stones uwu ” and i rlly do hate him for that... it’s okay tho i punish him accordingly :~)

overview

✎⌠paul rudd. cismale. he/him⌡❝ — well, look who’s just arrived ! if it isn’t the one and only malcolm o'sullivan. though, around here they’re known as the harlequin. don’t tell ‘em i said this but the forty-seven year old owner of o'sullivan’s books kinda has a reputation of being stubborn and irresponsible. but y’know, they can be creative and analytical too. typical aquarius. anyways, welcome home and stay safe sully ! ❞

statistics

full name: malcolm eamon o’sullivan

nickname(s): sully, anything else and he twitches ..

date of birth: february 2nd, 1973

hometown: misty hollow, connecticut.

gender identity: cis gender 

preferred pronouns: he/him

sexual orientation: bisexual

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

aesthetic: an old leather jacket thrown over a wrinkled t-shirt, dog-eared pages, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, untied laces, the soft rumbling of a motorcycle engine, messy handwriting, calloused fingertips

distinguishable characteristics: is looking homeless a distinguishable characteristic..

pinterest board: here.

their song from the sigh no more album bc i love this album and it makes me Sad™ : little lion man 

background ( murder tw )

— born in the town of dingle, a small port town in ireland, malcolm and his family immigrated to america when he was ten years old. they moved into misty hollow after his father opened up his own bookshop and the o’sullivan’s have been there ever since. 

— always having been a rebellious child, malcolm ( slowly gaining the nickname sully in school ) seemed to have a knack for doing anything that pissed his father off. his greatest act ? moving out as soon as he graduated without so much as a goodbye.

— malcolm was only a wee lad when the misty hollow murders were happening. his older brother, his only brother, was unfortunately one of the victims, being eight at the time. he’s not too torn up about it, he was only two years old. but his father reminded him everyday growing up, how much smarter and accomplished and just overall better his brother was than him.

— the only thing that sully was grateful for about his father was the love for books he had ingrained into him. growing up, he developed a knack for writing and he ended up going to the university of pennsylvania for journalism. after that, sully moved out to new york where he worked as a journalist for the new york times and wrote articles on political updates and reports. 

— he met his wife in new york and they had three children together, two girls and one boy. sully was living the classic american dream. until, of course, it was all ruined in a single camping trip. 

— it was just sully and the three kids, except the trip was cut short and he had to come home with two kids instead of three. sully’s youngest, nancy, was taken at the campgrounds and evidence of her murder was found in a nearby cabin.

— this tore sully’s family apart. the tragedy forced him towards a downwards spiral, an endless cycle of destructive habits. it got to the point where his wife decided to divorce him and to take the kids with her. 

— sully eventually, reluctantly, made the decision to return to misty hollow. there, he stayed with his parents for a bit until he got a job at o’sullivan’s books and was able to take a couple months to get back on his feet. 

— his parents initially pushed him towards trying to work at the mystic herald but sully hasn’t written a single sentence since his daughter died. now, his father has essentially left him to run the bookshop for him, which sully doesn’t mind. it’s quiet work that doesn’t require too much effort.

personality

— to sum it up in one sentence .. sully has essentially has regressed into a man-child in the more recent years of his life, but the inferiority complex is a tried and true constant. 

— he hasn’t really properly dealt with his daughter’s death ( even though it’s been over a decade.. ), just lives in a constant cycle of whenever he does try to think about it, he feels like shit and just thinks about all the things he could’ve done differently so he stops immediately. 

— sully always wanted to be a dad, to prove that he could be a better one than his own father. so he feels like he really failed in that retrospect. he’s like a human pity party. though he does that classic thing where he glosses over his sad feelings with destructive behaviour and inappropriate humour.

— very self-indulgent, does whatever he wants, whenever he wants. as long as it makes him feel better, even just for a moment, he’ll do it. doesn’t take anything very seriously, just kinda jokes around all the time. is one of those people that just give off.. kinda pathetic vibes you know? like you look at him and you’re like ?? what are you doing with your life dude ?? and he’s like idk

— but, on the bright side, this makes him pretty easy-going and down-to-earth. definitely a roll-with-the-punches and no bullshit type of guy, isn’t discouraged by much and doesn’t care a whole lot about what others think of him. it’s easy for him to engage in conversation and be all charismatic when he feels like it. 

— despite all .. of that, sully actually comes across as a relatively okay guy. he can be friendly and crack a few jokes while he’s at it, he’s one of those people that, as long as thinks you’re chill, treats you like you guys have been friends forever. but he can be pretty crude / vulgar at times, sooo how others react to that is kind of a gamble !

wanted connections

his one true bro <3 just someone that’ll be a complete idiot with him and they are definitely a bad influence on each other. this person probably hangs around the bookshop alot and they just spend all day with each other doing and saying stupid shit. like you know that gif set of seth rogen and joseph gordon-levitt where one’s like “ i’d fuck you ” and the other goes “ thanks :3 ” that’s it.. those are the vibes..

drinking buddies ! these two just get really drunk off their ass together and probably don’t even know each other that well despite of like.. several years of sort of friendship. one night they’re probably five drinks in and sully goes “ when i was married — ” and they’re just like “ wayment .. what the fuck . ” and ! maybe if your muse has something to get emo about ! maybe they can get drunk AND emo together <3

casual relationships ? he could have one or two of these ! sully.. does not date. tried being in a serious relationship once after his divorce and it ended... terribly. like imagine asking your adult boyfriend if he wants to move in together and his response is essentially just “ ... yeah i’m ok thanks tho. ” and you never hear from him again ndijgnk

that being said... if anyone wants that plot alluded to above .... let me know......

for the younger muses out there ! anyone that he’s kind of ? taken under his wing. pseudo-children essentially. i can’t promise that he’ll be a good influence.. he’s probably not even aware that he’s done this lmao but deep down, sully’s still a dad. he’ll probably be protective over the youngins but shows it in the form of tough love, y’know ? probably tells your muse to stop being a shithead all the time, cute stuff like that.

and some more casual connection ideas that we can further flesh out through some plotting / brainstorming:

old friends from misty hollow

regular customers

co-workers

an unrequited crush ( either on sully’s end or your muse’s )

a good influence on him .. please... i’m begging you

someone that can nerd out over books with him !

friends !!! everyone needs friends and lucky for sully, he’s pretty good at making them !! in a pushy and annoying way..

enemies / frenemies pls ... these are always so much fun

anything and everything else !! if we can’t figure out a plot between sully and your muse, we can always just do it old school and throw them at each other in a random thread and see what happens !!

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

I Have Confidence (SMUT)

anonymous said: bitch u better FEED me some Ben smut you’re like one of the only good writers in this fan base and I throw it BACK for Ben so idk do something with drunk y/n and ben and it’s playful and y/n is kinda needy or literally write whatever u want I’ll fucking cash app u sis I’m desperate!

(a/n: OMG I am 100% flattered that you think I’m one of the greats I literally feel like im in such a small corner of the fanbase bc im such a dweeb but that makes me cry happy tears THANK U. also yes i know i’ve already had a roger imagine w battleSHIPS in it but.... this is battleSHOTS bitch. NOW BACK TO UR REGULAR SCHEDULED BEN SMUT yall got spoiled w the fluff from the last post)

(p.s. u can still venmo/cash app me if u want im a broke college student pls spare change ma’am)

“Battleshots? You Americans are fucking mental, I swear.”

Ben was seated across the table from you, cross-legged on the chair that was currently actually a bit too warm for comfort. Both of you were out on his balcony, sitting at a table that was lit only by the late evening sun and the light streaming out of the door that led into his house.

You’d fashioned two makeshift Battleshots boards out of two small pizza boxes, seeing as you’d ordered pizza in tonight and the boxes had reminded you of your favorite party game. There was a grid on the bottom and top, and you each had 9 shot glasses filled with different liquors placed on the board in formations of 4, 3, and 2, just like the game of Battleships.

“It’s fun, don’t knock it til you try it,” you warned, peeking over the top of the box that was propped up on a cup and smiling. Ben’s curious green eyes met yours, and he laughed as he saw you stick your tongue out at him. “Winner finishes shots, or loser finishes winner’s shots? Your choice.”

“I say winner doesn’t have to finish their shots, that’s only fair.” He then sat back in his chair and pursed his lips, thinking for a moment. “I don’t want loser to finish the winner’s shots either, because I don’t think you can handle more than 9 shots.”

“Oh? Someone’s got a big head, don’t they?” you teased, raising an eyebrow and rolling your eyes playfully as he shrugged, smiling smugly.

“I have confidence in my abilities.” An exaggerated groan left your mouth as you flipped him off, trying not to laugh at how cocky he was being. “In all aspects of life,” he added with an eyebrow wiggle, making you pretend to gag as you waved your hand dismissively at him.

“I don’t want to hear about your sex life right now, Ben.”

“Why not? You seemed to enjoy my sex life a lot a couple nights ago.” A blush crept across your cheeks as you grabbed the decorative pillow you’d bought for him that was resting on the chair next to you, throwing it at him as he tried to imitate your moans.

He caught the pillow, laughing, and put it right back where it belonged as he gave you a knowing look. “You’re a pervert,” you mumbled, sitting up in your chair and grabbing your marker as you moved your cup of orange juice closer – you were using it as a chaser, while Ben opted for some kind of soda you hadn’t paid attention to.

You began the game of Battleshots, neck and neck with Ben throughout the first part until you both only had three shots left. You weren’t feeling anything yet, probably having taken the shots too close together, but you knew it would hit you soon. Standing up was something you were starting to fear.

But then Ben knocked out your last three in three successive rounds while you missed the rest of his, and you accepted defeat with only mild complaining as Ben cheered loudly, ever the gracious winner.

“I’ll take my winnings in cash or check, whichever works,” he teased, making you groan and climb up off your chair. Yep. There it was. You felt a warmth spread throughout your body and a dizziness overtake you as you stood, and you had to grab onto the chair next to you to ground yourself for a moment.

“Oof…. I’ve never lost this game,” you admitted sheepishly, Ben’s chuckles turning into cackles of laughter as he went to open the door for you, watching you make your way inside as best as you could. He was feeling something, but by no means was he as tipsy as you – if anything, he just felt a slight buzz, while you were verging on actually being drunk if you drank anything else.

Ben followed you as you headed to the kitchen to get yourself a water, and you glared at him as he continued to tease you, obviously in a great mood from winning. “Do you need help getting the water open? You’re a right mess, Ms. Second Place.”

“Oh, shut up,” you grumbled, taking a drink of the water and flipping him off as you leaned back against the counter.

He only laughed, unfazed by your grumpiness as he came over to place his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you. “Does the winner get a kiss, at least?” He puckered his lips, closing his eyes and waiting for you to close the gap between you two. Scowling, you did the first thing you could think of – pouring some of your water onto his mussy, slightly curly blonde hair. The look of shock on his face was worth it all as he pulled away, gasping and pushing your hand away. “You little-“

“Cry about it,” you interrupted as you sat the water down, shrugging before taking off in a stumbling run and laughing deliriously as he scrambled after you, nearly slipping completely on the puddle of water that had gathered on the kitchen floor.

You made it all the way to the hallway upstairs before Ben caught you – he’d taken the steps two at a time, damn his thighs and stamina – and he grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up into a vice-like grip as you shrieked with drunken laughter, fighting against his arms even though it was clearly pointless.

“You’re gonna get it now!” he laughed breathlessly, carrying you into his bedroom and tossing you down on the bed before pouncing on you immediately, his hands going to your sides to tickle you mercilessly. He wouldn’t stop until you were gasping for air, begging him to give you a break, and even then, he kept his hand resting on your tummy as he fell to the side, grinning over at you. “You look like a mess, love.”

Giggling softly at the amused look on his face, you shook your head before crawling on top of him, straddling his torso before sitting down on his abdomen carefully, only eliciting a small release of air from him before he shifted just slightly to make it more comfortable. “You’re quite a dickhead, making fun of a drunk girl like this.”

His eye roll only made you laugh again, and he grabbed your hips, carefully scooting back so he could sit up and support himself on his elbows. “I feel no remorse, hard to feel bad when I get a pretty girl on my lap because of it.”

Your cheeks turned an even rosier color than the alcohol had already made them as you grinned, shaking your head before leaning down to kiss him gently, mumbling against his lips between kisses. “You’re such a flirt too.”

“Also no regret,” he quipped back calmly, resting a hand on the back of your neck and locking you into the kiss as he laid back on the bed again, taking you with him. Deepening the kiss eagerly, you made a happy noise as you felt the world spinning, half from the liquor and half from the feeling of Ben’s hands sliding up the back of your thighs to come and rest on your ass. When you pressed your ass back into his hands eagerly, he chuckled softly into the kiss, pulling away for a moment to mumble, “Someone’s excited.”

“Shut up, I’m drunk and my boyfriend is hot,” you mumbled right back, grinning before pulling him into an open-mouthed kiss, eliciting a groan from the back of his throat when you swirled your tongue around his, both of you tasting like tequila, while you left him with the taste of orange juice. The sound only made you more desperate to eliminate the layers of clothes between you, so you began tugging at the hem of his sweater, lifting it upwards and off when he reluctantly separated from the kiss and let you sit up.

He did the same with your shirt, tugging it up and off along with your bra before gazing up at you with a desirous glint in his eyes. The blown-out pupils scanned slowly up your torso as Ben chewed on his lower lip, just taking it all in. Shivering at the way his eyes devoured you, you had to finally distract him so he’d remember what he was doing – you circled your hips, grinding down against his increasingly hardening cock, which made his hands fly to your hips and catch them. You came to a stop with an impish grin on your face, and the playful look of disapproval in his face was quickly replaced by another look of lust when he rolled the two of you over, starting to work at the drawstring of the shorts you had on.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured, finally getting your shorts untied before tugging them off with your panties. His hand immediately moved between your legs, two fingers sliding up your folds as he grinned mischievously down at you as you squirmed slightly at the feeling, wanting his fingers inside of you. “You look so pretty right now, baby.”

“Ben, please,” you begged quietly, lifting your hips up against his touch and almost whining as he pulled his hand away, raising an eyebrow.

“Louder?”

“Damn it, Ben, please!” you repeated, pouting when he chuckled at the neediness in your voice. But his fingers returned to your pussy, rubbing your clit achingly slow and replacing the pouting look on your face with a look of relief. Eyelids fluttering closed, you let out a sigh of pure bliss as you relaxed into his touch, and you let out a soft moan of his name as he slid his middle finger into you, pumping it slowly.

As Ben finger-fucked you almost lazily slow, he pulled your legs over his shoulders one by one, laying stomach-down on the bed and trailing wet, open-mouthed love bites along the inside of your thighs. Then, the feeling of his mouth latching onto your clit made you moan out in surprise, and you ran a hand back through his damp blonde hair and giggled drunkenly as you remembered the water you’d left on the counter. “Fucking water,” you mumbled to yourself, pressing a hand to your forehead and laughing at how feverish you felt from the alcohol.

“Not funny,” he mumbled as he pressed another kiss to the inside of your thigh, and you were prevented from making a smartass remark by the simultaneous addition of another finger to your pussy and Ben’s tongue pressing against your clit, then flicking against it rapidly.

“Ohmygod, nevermind, you’re so right,” you breathed out, and you could hear Ben snicker to himself before he attached his lips to your clit again, sucking hard and eliciting an embarrassingly whorish moan from you. “Fuck you,” you mumbled once you’d stopped seeing stars for the moment, Ben’s fingers curling up inside of you and making you whimper softly in pleasure.

“That’s the plan.” His comebacks were rapid-fire today, and you thanked everything holy that you’d been blessed with such a keeper as he moved his lips up to your tummy, trailing kisses all the way up to your breasts. He used a third finger to slowly stretch you out as he began to suck on the skin of one of your breasts, purposefully trying to leave a hickey as small moans and whines left your lips.

You were unable to control your vocalizations as his fingers thrust in and out of you, and you did whine needily as he retracted them, leaving you feeling empty again. But he was already off the bed, grabbing a condom from the nightstand as you sat up shakily on your elbows, glancing at his jeans and biting your lip. You’d barely helped him out at all, you were so drunkenly focused on your own pleasure. “Do you need me to-“

“Nope,” he replied, popping the p as he unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers and kicking them off as he revealed he was already completely hard. You raised an eyebrow as he crawled back between your legs, backing you up to the pillows and rolling the latex onto his cock. “Hate to admit it, but those little sounds you make when I eat you out? Drive me fucking bonkers, honestly.”

A wide grin crossed over your face, and he rolled his eyes playfully as he took you by your sides, flipping you over so you were facedown against the mattress. As you raised your hips a bit, Ben met you in the middle, sliding his condom-covered cock between your folds and biting his lip. “Aw, not gonna let me see you fuck me?” you whined, Ben groaning as he shook his head, lining himself up.

“God, no,” he muttered, sliding into you and making you moan out lowly as he filled you, digging his stocky, strong fingers into your hips to hold you still when he almost bottomed out. “Can’t stand seeing you that smug right now,” he teased, making you laugh weakly as you tried to focus on his voice, not the fact that he was nearly balls deep in you.

“What? You get to be smug when you win, but I-“

Ben didn’t give you the chance to finish as he pulled out, then snapped his hips back forwards again. That effectively shut you up, instead making you bury your face in a pillow so the entire world wouldn’t hear you moan loudly at the sudden sensation. “You’re such an ass,” you panted when you finally regained your senses, and Ben chuckled knowingly as he began to thrust again, your eyes fluttering shut.

“I know,” he replied quietly, his thrusts shaking his gravelly voice as he moved a hand to your hair, pulling it all into his hand as he fucked into you. The only thing keeping you on balance and stopping the room from spinning was the tight grip you had on the comforter, which was the only grounding presence at the moment besides Ben’s increasingly tight grip on your hair.

The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin and wanton moans as Ben took you from behind, your legs nearly failing to keep you up several times when his thrusts sped up or slowed down. When he sped up, he’d let out little curses and grunts in that deep tone of his as he pounded into you, but when he’d slow down, his deliberate, angled thrusts would nearly overwhelm your senses.

When a particularly deep thrust made you moan out his name loudly, an undying smirk graced Ben’s lips as he continued to bottom out in you, pleased with the way he was turning you into a moaning mess and also dangerously close to becoming a moaning mess himself. As he neared his orgasm, he’d started to push your face more and more into the mattress, your cheek forced into the soft expanse of the comforter as his thrusts got sloppier and more desperate.

“I fucking love you,” he mumbled out at one point, and you grinned before letting out something that was a mixture of a laugh and a moan, pressing your hips back to meet his thrusts eagerly.

“I love you too, Ben,” you replied as sweetly as you could muster – which was hard, considering the situation – and he rewarded you by reaching around you with his free hand to rub your clit, making you whimper and whine in pleasure. You were already teetering on the edge, and this was making it almost impossible to hold out any longer. “Shit, I’m close, babe.”

“Me too, fuckin’ hell,” he breathed out, speeding up his thrusts as much as he could and matching the pace with his hand. He let go of your hair, instead moving that hand back to your hip and squeezing it encouragingly. “Come for me, babygirl.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried out as the dual stimulation became too much, and you felt your high take over as every nerve-ending in your body simultaneously felt like it was shocked with a high-voltage energy.

Ben bit his slightly swollen lip, trying to stave off his orgasm as long as he could, but the feeling of you clenching around him mixed with the sound of your breathy, high-pitched moans was too much, and he had to move his other hand to your hips to hold you to him as his hips stuttered. Buried inside of you, he released into his condom while groaning your name brokenly, digging his fingers into your hips. Halfway through, he pulled out, giving his cock a few quick pumps with his hand to finish himself off.

You were down off your high first, Ben close behind, and you could barely walk without wobbling as you climbed off the bed, making your way to the master bath and grabbing wet washcloths – one for him, one for you. You cleaned yourself up, then returned to the bedroom, slightly more sure that you weren’t going to fall over on the way back, and you tossed the washcloth to him. He’d already disposed of the condom, and he gladly accepted the towel before cleaning himself up, then pulling on his boxers.

You tugged his sweater and your panties on, crawling into bed and curling into his side as he joined you, pulling the covers over the both of you. You were still reasonably tipsy, and you giggled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, having already caught his breath.

“God, your stamina,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and shaking your head before nuzzling his neck, moving to lay halfway on top of him.

“As I said earlier,” he reminded you, wrapping his muscled arms around your waist and resting one of his hands on your ass, giving it a gentle pinch. “Confidence in my abilities. You should give it a try.”

“I should have confidence in your abilities?” you joked, only slurring your speech a bit, and Ben chucked before giving your hip a light pat as he shook his head.

“Well, that’s not what I meant. But that too.”

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~Showering with ‘love’~ | (m)

genre: smut. pwp. fetish basically. crack??

pairing: jimin x reader

words: 3k+

warnings: blowjob, boob fondling. unprotected sex and other mentions of it. dirty talk. PEEING lmao idfk.

summary: Jimin has weird fetishes and oh; he also drank the recommended amount of water an adult should.

a/n: this is for my freak of a friend @parkmuse and her pEE fetish that i low-key maybe also have web kjerfudjnfbehdknws i know i said this type of stuff be a hard no from me but tbh i’d let all of bts pee on me. i hope you like this bri!!! it probably wasn’t as good or as dirty as u would have liked but i will try and write nastier stuff for my partner in crime who i send all my dirty fantasies to lol kjfdbcuirfckw.n. I hope u like this ily!!!!! -end sappy moment- 

“Holy shit.” The heavy thump of your boyfriend taking a seat on the couch behind you is hardly a new occurrence for you to look back and ask if he’s okay. You were sitting on the floor near the couch, legs criss-crossed while you cut out the letters you had printed out for the poster that you were making for your charity dog wash. There was paper scattered everywhere on the coffee table and you really needed help with cutting out so many different letters and shapes and needed to make it interesting enough to catch the attention of the tens of kids who were usually out with their parents and dogs in the dog park near your flat.

But of course, Jimin had decided to go to the studio and practice with Hoseok and Jungkook for the charity event that you were holding.

“What now?” eyes never wavering while you tried to pristinely cut along the bold lines and not horribly mess up. You weren’t the best at with scissors let’s just say that. Jimin is still heaving behind you, probably doused in sweat and looking very much the walking temptation he is but you really needed to focus. The charity event was this weekend and you had so many more posters to make. And they all had to be handmade as well because it just seemed more authentic to you. Plus, that way people can hopefully tell how much this event meant to you and your boss will have to listen to you and expand the little family owned carwash in to a doggy wash too! Just the thought of working with the little puppers that lived in your neighbourhood had you cooing internally.

“Hoseok hyung is taking thisway too seriously. He made us practice the same move for over 2 hours babe. Two hours!” You know he’s throwing his hands in the air from exasperation without having to look behind you. Hoseok really was a perfectionist and that’s saying something after dating Jimin for almost two years and seeing how meticulous he was with his performances.

“I drank so much water and now I have to go pee but I’m so,” he lets out a loud, exaggerated groan – probably wanting your attention – “so, tired. Babe, look at me.” His cute little whine is what comes next.

Yup, you called it. You knew your boyfriend to the T. And also, you were glad he was drinking actual water for once and not alcohol or a fizzy drink. You put down the little funky ‘G’ you had cut out and finally look back at your pouting and – ugh, slightly stinky – boyfriend.

“I am looking. And smelling,” you’re scrunching your nose at him while you sniff towards his direction and he only kisses the air towards you, shooting you a wink. “Go take a shower you stinky poo.”

“Seriously? Stinky poo? I’m fucking roasted.” He’s shaking his head in mock defeat and you only just roll your eyes at him. You really needed to get this done.

“Well if you’re done roasting then please go shower and come help me with this.” And he’s whining again. What did this boy want?

“Jimin,” you call out his name in a warning while picking up the other shape to get some headway with this poster and maybe scare your cute boyfriend in to getting his supple butt in the shower quickly so he could help.

“Fine.” He drags out the word to probably buy more time and keep laying on the couch but another stern look from you has him scampering up from the couch. “I have to pee anyway. Ugh, I think I’m made of 90% water at this point.”

“Good. Your Sahara desert body probably needs it.” You can hear Jimin scoff from the bedroom while he yells out to you.

“Excuse you but I am always hydrated!”

“Drinking flavoured water doesn’t count!” You yell right back. “It’s practically a fizzy drink.”

“No it’s not!”

“Jimin just shower. Gosh.” You mutter under your breath but can’t help and laugh that he still insists on fighting with you about this topic.

It’s only been about 20 minutes until you hear the shower turn off and out comes Jimin and you could cry from happiness. Finally that turd can help you.

“What took you so long?” You’re gritting out from between your teeth without looking behind you – again. But this time, instead of hearing Jimin answer you, he opts for pressing himself against your back as he settles his legs on either side of you on the floor. You can feel his body heat and tell that he’s shirtless. The cool droplets of water that still clung to his hair fell on to your thin shirt when he nestles his head in the crevice between your neck ended and your shoulder blades started – pressing sweet, cool kisses with his plump lips.

“Jimin,” the word is said in a breath while you try to keep them even, feeling his kisses get wetter and wetter as he drags his lips up and down the length of your throat, threading his hands in your hair to tilt it back as he hums back in response.

“J-Jiminie- I n-need help with… with this.” He seems to be in no rush and neither does your body because it’s melting back in to his own.

“Or you need a break.” His words reverberate against your throat as his hands now decide to slither down towards your breasts, kneading them through your thin blouse. His legs have completely trapped you between them as they surround you – you can barely comprehend anything as it is because the only thing you can count on is you soiling your underwear prematurely and you would rather do that on Jimin’s cock.

But of course he had to always do things his way. It was a good thing you were adventurous too – just enough.

“J-Jimin…. Stop teasing. D-Do it already if you’re going to.” Your voice is breathy and you don’t sound nearly as assertive as you’d hoped to. All your demand does is make his chuckle while he unbuttons your shirt, vascular arms resting just beneath your heaving breasts and you just watch in amazement as he takes his time unbuttoning ever button with care. Opposite to how he usually is – taking off both of your clothes in a haste.

“How about you get me ready, hm?” the words press in close to your ear, his warm breath fanning across your lobe and making you shiver almost violently, “would you do that for me princess?”

There it was. Your weakness: the ‘princess’ card. You would jump off the empire state building if he asked you anything in this tone and the said word attached – damn it!

Jimin is pressing open-mouthed, wet kisses across your collar bone while his hands unclip your bra from behind – baring you completely from the top half of your body. His hands now gently massaging the heavy mounds in his stubby fingers which turn in to deliciously sharp pinches of your hardened nipples between his thumb and index finger.

“O-Oh fuck. Jimin I-I’m going to c-cum like this if you don’t stop.” You positively sound like you’ve run a marathon which is the farthest thing from your mind – even if you do run marathons. Plus, Jimin was definitely more of a work out than running 10k.

“Then get to work.” You yelp as slaps you between the legs – the thump landing squarely in your clit even through the fabric and you swear you almost creamed your panties.

Finally, Jimin is sitting back so you can turn around and work him out of his sweats. You thank the lord above for sweatpants because that just means one less item of clothing you have to take off since Jimin obviously went commando under it. Judging from the curved shape of his length that continued to grow as you salivated for it in midst of taking them off. Jimin is just sitting back – arms and legs splayed as he watches you fumble off his sweatpants – almost looking at you like a Sultan ready to be serviced. The shit-eating grin on his face usually has you telling him off but you two hadn’t had sex in a week and that was a long while. At least for the two of you and especially Jimin who had a particularly large sex drive and sometimes sliding his cock in to you twice in a day whether it meant riding him or a morning quickie. So it wasn’t exactly your fault that you were eager. Who know – what with your busy schedules when you two would have time to screw each other’s brains out again.

“Wait, baby – let me sit on the couch.” Jimin sits up on the seat when you just stare at his lap wondering how you were going to suck him off as he sat on the floor with you. Thankfully, him being slightly more elevated means you can suck your boyfriend’s dick without anymore mishaps.

He’s opening his legs wide again – completely naked while you sit with your shorts still on while your breasts swing free. Perspiration lacing your body while Jimin still looked refreshed with his wet hair partially dried now. He’s grabbing his length enticingly – looking you straight in the eyes while his hand goes to his fully hardened cock – smearing the top half of the length with his creamy fluid – aiming it right at you.

“Come closer, princess. Have a taste.” His voice is a tantalising whisper towards the end and you’re almost drooling looking at his veiny member throbbing in his hands. Hurriedly – it’s as if you can’t bear to waste any more time just admiring Jimin with his cock in his hand while he looks at you expectantly, biting his lip cherry red. You lick your lips before slowly sliding his cock in your mouth, working the tips inside as you suck it gently with your lips tightly covering it like a seal.

“Fuck.” Jimin’s whisper is so close and throaty and it’s the sexiest thing you’ve heard and will hear probably. His hands have slid in your hair as he holds it to guide your mouth on his length – your head bobbing up and down as you slide more of its girth inside your mouth. Your mouth is quickly running out of space and you are already gagging obscenely on his cock. Good thing – that’s just the way Jimin liked it; messy.

“Fuck yeah. Good girl. Suck me harder baby.” His mouth has lost its filter and it’s only making you wetter. You realise you are most likely to come just like this after being on edge for so long – your panties sticking to your core – contoured perfectly to the shape of your pussy. Jimin’s hand is firm and his head is thrown back in pleasure – only breathy groans escaping.

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck! You’re such a good cocksucker baby. S-So good.” He’s looking own at you again while your eyes peer right back. Your hands twist around the length that you weren’t able to fit in and saliva is dripping around your mouth while you moan around him. You’re sure the delicious vibrations are sending him even closer to the edge. You needed for him to finish so he could help you out otherwise yhou were going to faint from withdrawals.

“Fuck princess. I’m about to c-cum. Fuck wait!” You don’t stop – thinking it’s just him trying to stop you from making him cum. Instead your suck harder – lips stretched to almost painful width.

“y/n baby, stop. I-I think I’m going to pee in your mouth if you don’t!” And you’re off his length with a pornographic ‘pop’ as you catch in much needed air. You sit there on your knees while Jimin also catches his breath – looking slightly dishevelled and a bit confused. Or pained? Which one was it?

“W-What? Go to the bathroom then you nut!” Jimin is stroking his length once more and you just give him another incredulous look as if to ask ‘what are you doing.’

“I don’t know! I-It feels good but it feels like I’m going to pee ugh. Fuck my life.” His head is thrown back against the couch as he continues to tug and pull at his painfully hard cock – the wet sounds only making you hornier. And then you think; how bad could this be?

“You said you drank… a lot of water today right?”

“Yeah.” Jimin moans back his answer – squeezing the mushroom head of his cock and you’re mesmerised. Watching him jack off was a personal favourite. He looked like an Adonis with his abs clenching every single time he breathed out.

“So your pee can’t be that bad.. right?” Jimin’s head is shooting up so fast you almost flinch back at his eagerness.

“Yes.” His reply is firm and quick. Jimin has had this kink for a while but your worries about his diet and how unsanitary it would be to try had always kept you a bit wary of this but today he did drink a lot of water. Maybe you could… give it a try?

You sit up straight on your knees, placing both of your hands on his own knees with a determined look in your eyes. You were somehow incredibly turned while you watched the wheels turn in his head.

“Go ahead Jiminie… can’t believe I’m saying this but; you can pee on me.” His eyes are almost popping out of their sockets as he stares back – sinking further in to the couch as his legs spread further.

“A-Are you sure, y/n? you’re not grossed out? F-Fuck.” He’s moaning under his breath again and you point out with a groan of your own as you continue to eye his impressive length.

“Only because you’ve drunk a shitton of water and your pee won’t stink.” Your glare only lasts for a few seconds and you’re back to trying to be seductive - even just a smidge.

“O-Okay. Fuck this is so hot.” He’s sitting up slightly more as his gaze zeroes in on your breasts.

“Play with y-your tits baby. Fuck. That’s it. Pinch your nipples princess.” Your own head is now thrown back as you complete his requests – pinching your already tender nipples even more as each tug sends a wave of arousal out of you – making a mess of your panties.

“F-Fuck! Here it c-comes fuck fuck fuck-” from then on it’s an incoherent mess of curses and the name of Jesus being thrown around like he was praying. The first hot stream is right underneath your collarbone. Thankfully – it’s white and no unpleasant odour exists and you can’t help but moan when the next stream hits right on your nipple. Your eyes open and what you see has you moaning aloud. Jimin is jerking off his length almost violently fast as spurts of his urine land on your nipples – just like he’s aiming.

Each warm stream is almost stimulating your nipples with the sheer velocity of his aim. And just like that – a more thicker substance is now coating your breasts and you know Jimin has just cum.

“Fuck I’m cumming baby. I’m going to dirty up your tits even more.” He’s hissing between his teeth as he continues to milk is erection off his creamy substance while you rub the mixture of his urine with his pearly white cum in your breasts.

“Give me a-all of it Jiminie. I want your cum.” You can’t even tell anymore what’s pee and what’s his cum as he keeps dribbling on you and you keep on massaging your breasts – positively slick with his pee and his cum. The glide of you hand on your breasts is so smooth you never want to stop caressing them

Jimin is spent as he falls back on to the couch – his cock slightly flaccid in his lap but hardening soon after he catches his breath and watches you lost in your own world as you continue to rub your nipples. Pull, pinch and press on to them.

“Clean me up baby.” You swollen lips have encased his length with no hesitancy as you lap up his cum from the tip – knowing very well there could be traces left of urine as well. This was strangely hot to you too.

Maybe Jimin finally broke your gross fetish radar.

“J-Jimin.” You cry aloud when the ache in your pussy is ready to have you combusting on the spot.

“I’ll take care of you baby. Come up here princess.” His cooing has you climbing up in his lap as fast you can after taking off your jeans. As soon as you’re straddling his naked thighs, Jimin’s lips are descending down to your urine/cum coated nipples and lapping at them like he’s expecting milk to come out.

“Jimin.” The soft sigh has him finally positioning his length underneath you and all you want to do is scream in happiness when you finally slide down his cock – labia stretching around his thick intrusion.

“Can’t believe you let me do that baby. That was so hot I love you so much.” He’s mumbling the words around a mouthful of tit and you’re trying your hardest to not cry from the overwhelming pleasure and relief.

“O-Only b-because you d-drank so much water. Ungh J-Jimin!” He’s begun thrusting up in to you from beneath – his balls slapping obscenely against your ass as he holds it between his hands. You were surely going to find prints on it tomorrow because it seems like this s just the beginning.

Jimin makes you cum three times that day and by the time he’s don with you – it’s nightfall and no work is done on the cut-outs for the doggy wash because you’re so tired afterwards that you don’t have the energy to get up and finish or ask Jimin to while you both pant – trying to catch your breath after he takes you missionary – mostly making love to you the last time while his fingers rub your clit to another orgasm.

The next morning – you find that Jimin has left for his practice again and what do you know; the cut-outs are done and placed tidily on the coffee table in the living room with a note with them – probably from Jimin.

Ugh you loved him so much. Of course you would let him pee on you.

a/n: pls still follow me rj bkfjeneined

[trcublesomes]

🔥🔥 –– have you seen [ MAXINE “MAX” DUVAL ] since the storm? some say they look like [ bridget satterlee ] but they’re [ 21 ]  & go by [ THE PHOENIX ].  [ she ] lived in halloway for [ 21 years ] . before the town vanished they were studying [ mechanical engineering ] and lived at [ THE DORMS ]. most people knew the [ CISFEMALE ] as [ sharp-witted ] but i’ve heard they can also be [ - BRAZEN ]. for some reason, they feel [ relieved ] about the town’s disappearance. ( doofus, 23 (for like 2 more weeks ew), she/her, cst (the c stands for corn) ) –––––

–––– local idiot admin is back and she has a new child on the rise . pls do not call her maxine as she will not hesitate to clap back , and though she is cute and kinda little do not underestimate !! we have a true chaotic good on our hands who really just had the odds stacked against her quite a bit growing up but that is a-okay . ‘ i’ll read your rules before i break them ’ kinda bitch . ‘ act before thinking ’ kinda bitch . ‘ lead with your heart not your head ’ kinda bitch . ‘ good instincts but terrible table manners ’ kinda bitch . ANYWAY . . . you’ll see . carry on !!  this intro is much lazier than my other one akdjfhas so bear w me

max was born and raised in halloway to the ‘never gonna get out of this place’ sorta people. only her mother did, shortly after she was born, in the middle of the night with no warning and no telling. of where she might go, leaving her with her father. woof. 

her old man really tried. he was a good dad, but the man’s moral compass was all sorts of out of whack. he spent as much time as possible with max and took as good of care of her as possible but like honestly?? having a kid is EXPENSIVE. being alive is expensive, and the straight and narrow honest path doesn’t always get you what you need.

he ultimately fell back into old habits which meant he spent a lot of time in the city boosting cars only to bring them back to halloway to sell for parts or modify for street racing and upselling. this was a business he ran under the table at an autoshop in town that the duval family started decades prior. 

max never really knew this was going on because he kept it very much separate from her. they spent a lot of time working in their garage at home together on his old beater truck and a couple of other junkers that came in through the years, but she never visited the autoshop past sundown. just figured dad was a mechanic by day and a bit dependent on alcohol most nights.

when she was around fifteen, though, a job went horribly wrong and put her father away for life. thus began max’s time in the system, three years and three different foster homes in and around the halloway area... which had her consistently frustrated because she A: knew being adopted wouldn’t happen since she was 15?? and B: had pretty much been taking care of herself her whole life so sticking her in a house seemed stupid.

duval’s autoshop was bought by a friend of her father’s who was a friend no more after the ordeal, and renamed. she got a job there when she was old enough, first running the front desk, then working under the hood. she’s a hands-on learner and caught on to anything her father didn’t teach her very quickly.

even though she was a hard worker and happily minded her own gd business... she’s her father’s daughter, and trouble always seemed to find her. sometimes it was her fault— because she’s got a temper and a knack for being fussy under heavy authority—, other times it was the preconceived judgements attached to her last name. “trouble’s in her dna” sort of thing. 

18 rolls around and she’s made.... decent enough grades to get into a few schools with scholarships, but she opts to defer in order to work for a year and save up. lives out of her car for a little bit, couch surfs every now and then, stays with some very gracious hosts, and works her ass off until she’s able to go to school for mechanical engineering which is great!!!

but because she’s still in halloway, hat last name follows her, and a lot of local students kinda know who she is. know she's a bit sharp, a bit rough around the edges, from an icky background. but she did her best and kinda loved being able to actually work in labs and have friends and come back to the same dorm every now and again, even if she didn't have anywhere to go over holiday break. she was doing well fOR ONCE!!!

then the storm happened bc no one in halloway is ever allowed to be happy

it’s every man for themselves, last names and reputations be damned at first so despite initial panic she’s.. relieved, to say the least.

because her grey morality is no longer such a bad thing!! probably reveled in it for a while, hotwiring cars, picking locks, maybe took a bat to the window of an old foster home. then when she realized how serious the situation was ... she kinda ... started to promise herself that she wouldn't be the villain of this story!!! 

and now?? well... like everyone else she’s just trying to survive, just trying to figure her shit out, and still takes no shit bc she is useful in this world and she will be damned if u make her feel like she’s not!!

P E R S O N A L I T Y 

she may not be able to read jane austen in her free time at the speed of light, but max is sharp. she’s intuitive and knows how to take care of herself when the going gets rough. she’s quick to think on her feet and 110% a tactile learner as in... throw her into the fire and she’ll learn on the job. it’s why she’s so good with her hands and why she went into mechanical engineering.

she’s got... a lot of anger quietly bubbling under the surface bc she’s been dealt a shitty hand. but with no family, whose there to be mad at?? so she probably drinks more than she should... like father like daughter!!! because alcohol is cheaper than therapy my friends

a lil rambunctious, a lil rough around the edges. bold and a lil too fearless... never backs down from a dare even if she knows it’s a stupid one.

does not give up on herself and hates being underestimated. that said, she does have a tendency to give up on others quickly. she’s been let down a lot, and i mean, if you see a pattern and have no reason to believe someone’s going break it...

VERY loyal to the people she loves. she’d do anything for them, ethically questionable favors included, but these people are few and far between bc yikes! it’s hard to really get to know her

nice until you give her even the slightest reason not to be, and not much for second chances

looks like a cinnamon roll, could probably kill you type shit

chaotic good “i read the rules before i break them” type shit

fundamentally good

there’s a.... soft undertone to her... it’s there. it’s just rare, and it takes the right people to bring it out of her.

likes to take things apart and put them back together to see how they’re made aksdjf

also,........ has a lowkey love affair with music. she picked up guitar about a decade ago and often plays to relax herself. she’s got pretty voice and isn’t bad at the strumming game bUT YA KNOW it’s not something she ever wanted to do anything with. u wanna know what she sounds like??? of course i’ll show you even though you didn’t ask!! here ya go 

she does not mind the disappearance because!! she has no one to go back to anyway. it also kinda gave her a clean slate. she’s useful here more than she is notorious. the playing field is more even. and like... the girl IS useful so !!! she’s better off here than back ‘home’, in her opinion

lil bit of selina kyle... lil bit of season 2 nancy wheeler... lil bit of raven reyes

OK THIS TURNED OUT MORE OBNOXIOUS THAN PLANNED 

i’m gonna spam the dash now aksdjfh but smash the like and i’ll come to you and we can plot w max (and esme since i suck and haven’t done that either)

[fuckedurbias]

please make a drunk jimin scenario, drunk jimin who becomes extra cute and keeps on telling how much he loves you. opens up the topic of what body part he likes the most +++ morning sex hehehe (Fluff and smut) heheheh ty so much!!!

finally finished!! i started writing this months ago but life hit me and i lost motivation but i’m so glad i finished it bc i love cute drunk!jimin so much my bA BYY!! i’m sorry it got shit towards the end and isn’t exactly what you asked for :( but i hope u still enjoy it bc i think it’s so so cute!!

genre: v fluffy + smut + slight angst at some points??

word count: 3959 (so annoying one number away from 3960)

warnings: mentions of alcohol and partying obvs, drunk sex + handjob + oral sex

I WANNA GET DRUNK W JIMIN HES SO CUTE GOODBYE

“Jimin!” You called out, as if he could hear you anyways. The music blaring meant that unless anyone was actually listening to you, they wouldn’t hear your muffled voice at all. You were pushing through a crowed of people, apologising as you looked up at all their faces trying to see if any of them were the person you were looking for. You sighed and stopping moving for a second, standing on your tiptoes trying to see above the crowd to see if he could actually be anywhere near you, you walked all the way down the hall and into the lounge room, where the music was coming from. There you found him, sitting on the couch across the room with two girls with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. You walked up to him, ready to give him a piece of your mind. He noticed you before you even made it to him.

“There you are! I was just telling these girls about you” He says to you, smiling so big his eyes disappeared. You just stood there with your arms crossed, looking very displeased.

“She’s my best friend, she’s so amazing, I think you’d get along so well” Jimin says to one of the girls. She just nods, slowly grabs the other girl’s hands and leaves, going back into the crowd. You sigh, sitting down next to him.

“I’ve told you not to walk off on me like that, you make me worried” You say, he just hugs you and nuzzles his head into your shoulder.

“I know but I lost you in the crowd so I tried to find you but couldn’t so I just sat here hoping you’d find me, which you did!” He pulls back and squishes your cheeks, still smiling so big.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” He coos, still squishing your cheeks.

“And you’re drunk, you know that?” You roll your eyes at him, smiling a little and pulling his hands away. You take the bottle out of his hand and place it on the coffee table amongst tons of other bottles that are probably spiked by now.

“Hey I’m not that drunk” he giggles, booping your nose.

“Yes you are, it doesn’t even take a lot to get you drunk, you’re a lightweight and you know it” You sigh, remembering every single party you’ve gone to where you’ve had to end up taking care of Jimin, which was almost every single one you’ve been to since you both turned 18.

“Okay okay I admit it, but only because I-” he stops, his eyes going wide as he gags suddenly, he covers his mouth and you immediately grab his hand and rush him to the bathroom upstairs. You had to push through tons of people and find a bathroom that wasn’t taken by people having sex (or almost having it), you were worried you weren’t going to make it before Jimin throws up all over the floor, but thankfully you found an empty bedroom with a bathroom at the end of the hallway. You quickly pulled Jimin in there and he collapsed in front of the toilet and started puking his guts out. You locked the door to the bedroom and then sat next to Jimin on the bathroom floor, rubbing his back to comfort him. He leant over the toilet for a few more seconds before slowly sitting back, trying to catch his breath.

“I’m sorry” He mumbles, his head hanging.

“What?” You reply, not knowing what he was on about.

“I’m sorry that it always ends up like this, you having to take care of me because I never listen to you and always get so drunk that I either vomit or pass out, even though I promise every time that I won’t drink too much” He says, nervously playing with his fingers. He sounds a little choked up.

“Jimin, stop it” You say softly, leaning towards him trying to see his face. He looks up at you, his lip pouting and his eyes big. You crawl up to him and turn him to face you.

“The only reason I come to these parties with you is because I know you’ll end up in this state, regardless of whether I tell you not to drink a lot or not” you smile, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, you know I’m not much of a party person but I tag along to these things for you! To make sure you don’t do anything stupid, so I guess if you didn’t end up like this there would be no point in me being here.”

He just stares at you, looking lost.

“I know that didn’t make any sense and is probably confusing for you to understand in your state but basically, please don’t feel sorry for this. You’re my best friend and I’m glad that I’m here for you rather than just letting you end up passed out half dead in a field or something, and besides I could probably do with some loosening up and getting drunk with you every once in a while” You softly hit his shoulder. He smiles softly at you. You feel a little pang in your chest, this has happened a few times before, at little moments between the two of you, you can never really understand it so you try to just ignore it.

You slowly stood up, reaching out both hands to Jimin.

“Come on” you smiled. He looked at you confused, but he grabbed both of your hands anyways. You carefully helped him up and walked him to the bed, it was big and looked so comfy. You told Jimin to lay down and he was still confused, but he was so tired that he didn’t even question it. You crawled on the bed next to him and the bed was so soft, you wanted to get under the covers so badly.                                                                                                

“Do you think we’d get in trouble if we got under the blanket?” you asked.

“Who cares? It’ll definitely be worth it” He replies, smiling mischievously. You both start to giggle quietly as you pull all the neatly made covers up and scramble under it, going far down until the blanket touched your nose. Jimin giggled even more at how cute you were acting, joining you in creeping all the way under the covers. You both just laid there giggling and smiling at each other, you don’t know why it was so funny to either of you, but it felt good. Being with Jimin always made you feel good, sometimes more than just ‘hanging out with my best friend good’. This moment right now was one of those times, hearing Jimin’s high pitched laugh, it made you feel so happy. You stopped giggling, feeling that little pang in your chest, you suddenly had the urge to snuggle into Jimin. Before you could even process what you were feeling you were already burying your face into his chest. You’d cuddled with him before obviously, he’s your best friend, so why did this time feel different? Jimin sighed peacefully, wrapping his arms and legs around you and pulling you close. You had your arms wrapped around him, nuzzling your face into his chest as much as you could. Even though he’d had so much to drink, he still smelt so good. He started to rub your back softly, running his fingers up and down and drawing little shapes.

“I love you so much”, He mumbles into the top of your head “I really mean it when I say you’re so cute. I mean everything sweet I say to you”. You felt that pang again, except this time it was all over your body and the most intense feeling you’d ever felt.

“I know you think I just say these things because I’m your best friend or because I’m drunk right now but it’s so much more than that, I mean them from the bottom of my heart”, He mumbles again, wrapping his arms around you tighter “You are just so cute and you don’t even realise… Actually when you don’t even realise how cute you’re being is when you are the cutest”. You had no idea how to process what was going on, other than just lay there with your head buried in Jimin’s chest, drowning in this intense feeling.

“You’re also super cute when you get super happy or excited and you get so bouncy and your eyes just light up and get so sparkly, and how you smile so big that your eyes smile too” You felt him smile into your hair, “like yesterday when we passed by that big fluffy dog, you got so excited and almost started crying, I swear whenever I see you like that it makes me feel so happy too”. You were really in shock at what he was saying. Where is this even coming from? Did he really mean any of it?

“And I know you hate it, but I really love your nose, especially when it crinkles up with your eyes when you laugh… Oh gosh your laugh, I’ll admit it’s funny but in the cutest way possible, especially when you laugh so hard that it goes high pitched” He chuckles softly, you were blushing so hard, thank god he couldn’t see it otherwise he would be teasing you for it.

“Oh and when you get flustered from me teasing you, forget what I said before that’s when you are definitely the cutest. Even though you get mad and tell me off and pout at me, you really don’t understand what that does to me when you do that” you can feel him smiling so big, “it makes me feel so giddy and happy and my heart beats so fast. Honestly I feel like that all the time when I’m around you, but just seeing you so pouty and cute like that just makes me want to grab your cheeks and kiss you so-” He jumps slightly, realising what he just said. Your eyes were wide, wondering if you heard that right. He unwraps himself from you and sits up, looking humiliated, he can’t even look at you.

“I’m so sorry, I got too ahead of myself because of all the stuff I was saying. I understand if you don’t want to be friends with me anymore” He whispers, sounding like he’s about to cry. You just stared up at him, not knowing what to do. All you knew is that intense feeling had grown even more intense, the feeling was because of Jimin, hearing him say all those things. It made you realise that that pang in your chest that you got sometimes when you were around him, the feeling right now, it was because of him. The way he was talking about how he feels around you, how he always wants to kiss you, everything was becoming clear.

Before you could even process what you were thinking, you were kissing him. Your hands on either side of his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks as your lips moved in sync. You were straddling him as he ran his fingers down your back, resting them on your hips. Your body was on fire now, only feeling this incredibly intense feeling that you still weren’t entirely sure what it was. You lifted yourself up on your knees, trying to deepen the kiss you didn’t think could get any deeper. You were above Jimin, your hands holding the back of his head as it faced up towards yours, never letting go of your lips. The kiss was now becoming sloppy and messy as you both desperately tried to feel as much of each other as you could, and god it felt so good. Jimin whined in your lips, the hardness between his legs becoming extremely apparent. You sat back down onto him, pushing yourself down onto his bulge as much as you could, softly grinding against it. He whined louder, pulling away panting.

“I need you, please” He whispered, barely even audible. He rested his forehead against yours, as you both watched your hand move down his chest, agonisingly slowly. Once you reached his crotch, you moved yourself back so you could rest it on his now rock hard bulge, throbbing from the previous friction.

“Please” His voice cracked as he begged, trying to move himself under your hand to create any kind of pleasure. You smirked, why did you feel some sort of joy from seeing him whimper and beg for you to touch him? You slowly ran your fingers along his length through his jeans. He immediately jerked from the pleasure, sharply inhaling and throwing his head back. You softly ran your fingers along his length a few more times before you suddenly starting palming him. He let out a gasp that turned into a moan, clenching the bed sheets hard. He was already such a mess because of your touch, and god did it make you wet. You started to unbutton Jimin’s jeans with you free hand, still palming him with the other. As soon as you pulled down his underwear you wrapped your hand around his dick, rubbing your thumb in circles around the tip, watching eagerly as precum started to drip out. He was looking down at your hand, watching it’s every move. You started to slowly pump up and down his shaft, causing him to jerk up into your hand. He had his head back, eyes squeezed shut, wanting to be completely engulfed by the pleasure. You had never seen him look so beautiful, completely submissive to you. You couldn’t take your eyes off his face as you pumped him, watching every expression on his face and every noise come out of his mouth.

“Faster” He whined. You slowly started to speed up, just barely faster than before yet that was still enough to make Jimin jerk his hips up into your hand. He started fucking your hand, grinding up as you pumped down, his hands were clenching the bed covers so hard that his knuckles were white.

“I-I’m so close” Jimin stuttered biting his lip, which for some reason turned you on so badly. You leaned into his neck, kissing his soft skin so gently he wasn’t sure if it was real or just in his imagination. That was until you suddenly started nipping and sucking at his skin, causing him to gasp and turn his head so you had more access. You smirked against his neck as Jimin started mewling and panting softly as he came into your hand, leaving the sticky substance dripping down your hand. You pulled yourself back to look down at your hand, then at Jimin who was looking at you with hooded eyes, still panting from his orgasm. You smirked as you brought your hand up to your mouth, Jimin’s eyes widening as he suddenly sits up straight again. You slowly start to lick his cum off your palm, letting out a noise of approval at the taste. Jimin bites his lip, a look of shock mixed with want on his face. You slowly insert your fingers into your mouth one by one as you get all the cum off, keeping eye contact with Jimin the whole time. Once you get it all off you lick your lips one last time with a final swallow as you smile at Jimin.

“Holy fuck” He chokes out, “that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I did not expect this at all where have you been hiding this side of you this whole time?”. You raised your eyebrows at him with a smile, feeling your heart race at the compliment.

“I don’t even know, guess now that I’m realising my feelings for you all the stuff I’ve been holding back is coming out” You giggled softly, Jimin being taken aback with that comment.

“Am I still cute though?” You pouted, Jimin breaking into a huge smile.

“Of course, but you’re also now incredibly sexy” He chuckles, grabbing your hips and slowly capturing your lips in his. You smile into the kiss, resting your hands on his shoulder as one hand slowly runs through his hair. You pull on his bleached blonde locks as he slowly pushes you back onto the bed. You bite on his lip and pull it, letting go as he looks down as you with a look of love in his eyes. You remember all the past times he looked at you like this – which was hundreds and hundreds of times – that you just brushed off because you would never even think about a man as perfect as Jimin ever being in love with you, you were lucky to even have him as your best friend. You had been repressing your feelings for so long and you never even knew it.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous” He mumbles, slowly kissing down your neck. You let out a gasp as he reaches the sensitive spot just above the dip in your collarbones, he smiles as he starts to suck on it. You tugging on his hair again, breathing harshly and moving your head to give him more room. How was Jimin making you squirm so bad at the bare minimum?

Once he was sure he left a few marks on your neck he moved himself down your body, lightly brushing his lips over any area of skin that was revealed, and since you were in a party suitable outfit that wasn’t hard. Once his face reached the hem of your skirt he smirked up at you and you gave him a pleading look in return, biting your lip. He lowered his head further, brushing his nose and lips along your inner thigh as he did so. He opened your thighs further, placing himself in between them. He lifted your leg onto his shoulder and slowly kissed up it, it was so agonisingly slow and his lips felt so plush and soft against your sensitive skin. You let out a soft whine and Jimin smiled into your thighs as he continued kissing. He started softly nipping at your skin, which hurt a little bit but it felt so good in the moment. He was softly rubbing his fingers along the other thigh, the combination of the sensations together causing your need for Jimin to build higher and higher. He smiled up at you as you squirmed, trying to get him to hurry up, but he only went on to kiss and leave marks on other thigh. You huffed in frustration and propped yourself up on your elbows to look down at him.

“Jimin this is sweet and all but please just eat me out already” You pleaded, causing Jimin to let out a muffled giggle into your thighs, the vibration causing you to softly whine. Jimin brought his head back up to your crotch, slowly lifting your skirt up onto your stomach and sliding your panties all the way off. You whimpered at the air hitting your wet pussy, just waiting for Jimin to touch you in any form, you didn’t care what he did you were just desperate for him to touch you.

He parted your lips with his index and middle finger making you softly gasp, smiling softly at how wet you were, how desperate you were for him to touch you. He placed a soft kiss onto your clit before placing his tongue flat over your hole and licking a stripe all the way up, causing you to jolt sharply and grip the bed sheets tightly. He starts messily licking and sucking your clit, you forgot that he was drunk until now, but you didn’t even care because god it felt so good. You were arching your back and moaning a blend of curses and Jimin’s name, you didn’t even realise that one of your hands had found its way to Jimin’s hair and was tugging it, trying to gather every inch of pleasure that his mouth could give you. Jimin’s hands were slowly sliding around, grabbing your ass and pushing you up into his face. You let out a loud moan as he tightly squeezed your ass and you started grinding onto his face in time with his tongue movements against your clit, your thighs clenching around his head. He moved one of his hands from your ass up to your entrance, inserting his index finger and curling it up to your g-spot, you arched your back with a gasp that ended in a moan of Jimin’s name, moving your other hand up from the sheets to grip his hair. He was curling his finger up in time with his licks, which was driving you absolutely crazy. He eventually added in his middle finger, stretching you out with his fingers using scissoring movements and curling them back up into your g-spot. Your thighs started to shake, signalling that you were getting close. Jimin just kept on going, sloppily licking and sucking on your clit whilst his fingers were fucking you deep and hitting your g-spot. God if he was this good drunk, you can only imagine what he was like sober. You started feeling that warmth rising in your stomach and your vision started to get blurry, you tugged harder on Jimin’s head and pushing your pelvis up into him and grinding into his face, wanting to feel every inch of him as your orgasm was getting closer by the second. Your moans were all hitched, you tried to scream his name but it never got out as your orgasm hit you. It hit you harder than anything you’ve ever felt before. You couldn’t even moan, just barely whine as your thighs shook and your hips just stuttered against Jimin’s face. He pulled away to watch your face as you came against his fingers, your eyes rolled back under your almost-closed eyelids and your mouth open trying to release any noises possible which were just mostly hitched squeaks.

Once you finally started coming down from your orgasm, your back slowly relaxed back down onto the covers, and your chest heaved softly as you panted. Jimin slowly removed his fingers; much to your protest, as he slowly licked them cleaned. You softly sighed at him and shook your head, even though all you could think about was how beautiful he was.

“Hey don’t shake your head at me I’m just trying to be sexy like you” He pouted.

“Okay I’m sorry, you did well” You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around him as he lied back down next to you. You placed a soft kiss on his lips, stroking his cheek with your thumb. You two just lied together in silence for a few minutes until Jimin softly said something.

“Does this mean… You’re my girlfriend now?” He looked at you with soft, almost sad looking eyes.

“If you want me to be; yes” You smiled, silently thankful that he couldn’t see your cheeks turning bright pink. He giggled happily and snuggled harder into you.

“Should we sleep here?” He said, muffled into your chest.“I really can’t be bothered going back home so please”, and with that Jimin was up and stripping down to his boxers. You followed him and sat up, struggling to get your skirt off while laughing at yourself.

You both got back into the bed, snuggling with the covers all the way to your noses.

“I love you so much” Jimin mumbled sleepily as he kisses your forehead. You smiled into his chest, feeling so content.

Why did you repress your feelings for him for so long when loving him felt so amazing?

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[wayward--writings]

Chapter 2

  You sat in the cafeteria reading over your notes for a chemistry test coming up, as Sweet Pea and Fangs sat on either side of you.  Sweet Pea made a grab for your paper but you were too quick for him.  

“Nerd,” he teased. 

  You jabbed him in the side with your fork making him jump. 

“Bitch,” he said smirking.

“Jerk,” you eyed him over the paper.  He took a fry off your plate and popped it in his mouth.  Fangs just eyed the pair of you before rolling his eyes.  

“Have you thought about the serpents any?” Asked Fangs.

“No, not really, just trying to keep my grades somewhat decent.” you replied giving up on your notes and setting the back into your bag.  Slumping on the table and letting out a sigh, Fangs placed his hand on yours.  

“What is it little sweetie?” he asked giving you a pouty face.  

“Im never going to pass chemistry.” you admitted. 

“I can help you.” he replied.  

Raising your eyebrows, “You’re good at chemistry?” 

“Well I can definitely read whats going on between you two, soooo” he trailed off.  His comments made you and Sweet Pea shift a little bit. “Im kidding, relax, jeez. I can take you home and help you study.”

  Nodding, you agreed.  The bell rang signaling all the students to file out for the pep rally.  The three of you stayed sitting, eating the last bit of french fries before falling behind the rest of the kids.  Sitting up front, the boys wanted to be sure that Toni could hear them cheering. You couldnt help but smile as Toni and the other Vixens did their dance.  She looked so out of place and at home all at the same time.  It was odd to see her without her serpent jacket but she shined bright in her blue and gold cheer uniform.  Sweet Pea’s voice boomed throughout the gym as Toni did a somersault.  Even Cheryl had to stop and watch her girlfriend do her thing.  

  The school was booming with school spirit as Reggie Mantle, a tall jock with dark hair, gave his pep talk about how the bulldogs were going to eat the Greendale kids for dinner and all of that.  You werent really paying attention.  Toni was making faces at the three of you during it until Cheryl gave her a look. 

“Do you want to go the game later?” Fangs asked as you both walked over to his motorcycle.  

Shaking your head, “No, I dont really like sportsball. Ya’ know the whole home run and the go team go, its not really my thing.”

“What the hell just came out of your mouth?” He laughed as you aproached his bike.  Sliding on the helmet and slipping on the back the two of you roared off towards the Southside.

“Where’s your mom?” Fangs asked as you walked into the house. 

“She works nights at the hospital.” you replied throwing your keys in the bowl on the entry table.  “You want anything to drink?” you ask grabbing a water from the fridge.  He nods.  Picking up another water bottle and tossing it over to him before plopping on the couch with your book bag.  He joined you.

  Just as you were getting started with the homework, he blurted, “So you like Sweet Pea?” 

Shifting uncomfortably again,”What? No, why would you say that?” 

  He just stares at you. Then raising his eyebrow, which makes you sigh. “I mean sure he’s cute, but were friends.  Just friends. Im still new and ya know,”

“Yeah just friends, okay.” he says not convinced. 

  He changed the subject back to the homework.  The way he broke everything down was extremely helpful.  You even solved a few equations yourself.  Just as the pair of you were wrapping everything up your phone lit up from Toni.

TT: hey girl, cheryl is having a kick back after the game....u in?

“So Cheryl is having a party.” you stated to Fangs.  He looks up from his papers.

“Who’s going?” He asked eagerly. 

M: fangs wants to know who is going

TT: tell him to get his serpent ass there and stop obsessing over kevin

  You let out a chuckle as he grabbed your phone.  

“Well thats just rude,” he said blushing a bit.  “You wanna go?” he asked.

“Yeah sure. I just need to tell my mom.” you say texting her.  “Let me change really quick.”  

  He nodded as you made your way to the bedroom.  Rummaging through the clothes in your closet you couldnt decide on anything to wear. 

“Fangs, what do I wear?” you yelled down the hall.

“Im coming,” He said sighing.  

  Fangs tore through your wardrobe and found an outfit the was suitable.  You layered the flannel over a plain grey t shirt and black skinny jeans. He threw some booties at you.

“Cuff the bottom of your pants,” he said pointing to your ankles. You obliged with no argument before slipping into the boots.

Skipping down the trail to his bike, you slipped on the helmet he gave you and gripped onto his waist as you jolted away into the darkness.  

  Thistle House was booming with noise, as the music and people spilled out through every nook and cranny.  Fangs pulled the motorcycle to a halt. 

“You good?” he asked. 

“What?” you asked confused, and then it clicked. “Go find your man, Fangs.”

  He smiled and kissed your cheek with a big ‘MUAH!’ 

  Leaving you laughing, he trotted inside, you followed but on a different mission. Maybe you did like Sweet Pea, you just didnt realize it until someone called you out on it.  Wandering through the swarms of people, you craned through the different faces. Just looking for the familiar one you yearned for.  You stopped in the kitchen to grab some of the punch and take a shot. You know, for some liquid courage.  Suddenly, there were hands on your waist.  You smiled and turned, only for that smile to fall immediately.  Reggie Mantle had his hands resting on your hips as he peered down at you with an intoxicated smile.  

“I dont think we have actually had the pleasure of meeting.” he said.  You could feel his confidence oozing from him, when a hand appeared on his shoulder.  The silver rings glinting in the light of the chandelier.  Your heart skipped as Sweet Pea appeared.  Reggie turned and his face slipped.  

“Serpent,” he spat.

“Yeah, I wouldnt touch her if I were you.  She doesnt really like that.” Sweet Pea said towering over the jock.  

“pshh whatever take your girlfriend.” he said leaving.  

  You smiled up at him as he rubbed your head.  

“Glad you made it,” he said winking and picking up the bottle you had in front of you.  You put out an extra glass for yourself and he poured you a shot. You took it and made a sour face, making him laugh.  

“How do you take shots so easily?!” you exclaim as the vodka burned down your throat.  

“Youre doing it wrong. What you do is inhale. shot. exhale. Look!” he said pouring himself another one and demonstrating before pouring you another one.  Taking the shot in one hand you eyed him.  Inhale. And you shot it back before letting out the air.  It was so much smoother than before and he explained you literally blow out that alcohol taste which is what most people hate.  

“Makes sense.” You say as you feel the alcohol warm your veins.  

“Come on drunkey,” he said laughing at you as he took you to another crowded room, but this one had a couch, where you both sat and laughed as people acted like fools.

“Have you thought anymore about the serpents,” he asked.

“You already asked me that today.” you said looking over to him.  

He shrugged. “ I just think you would do well in the serpents.” 

“Excuse me party people!” Cheryl yelled over all the noise and interrupting your talk with Sweet Pea.  “I want to play a game! How about 7 minutes in heaven.”  She clapped her hands together.  It seemed that it was torn right down the middle, with some people loving this idea, but most groaning in protest. 

Your heart was racing as she scanned the room, when finally her finger landed on you. Your face turned bright red and you could feel Sweet pea tighten in his seat. But her finger kept moving after she called your name. Your eyes narrowed. What is her game, you thought to yourself.

She settled a few seats down, on Reggie.  Of course she did.  

“Ok you two, go go go.”Cheryl said taking both your hands and shoving you in a closet. You stood there in near darkness in silence.

“Well you don’t have to be so stiff. What’s your name?” He asked while placing a hand on your hip.

“Molly. Remove your hand. “ you said taking a step back.

“Oh come on, sweetness,” he said coming closer again.

“If you don’t back the fuck away from me,” you started but he cut you.

“What? You’re going to have your serpent boyfriend kick my ass? Newsflash we already fought. Ask him how that went.” He lunged forward for a kiss and as his lips pressed hard against yours, your knee presses hard against his groin. Making him double over in pain.

“I don’t need anyone to fight my battles for me. I can handle myself, dick!” Throwing open the door, everyone’s eyes fell on you and Reggie’s slumped body.

You took off running for outside where it felt like you could finally breathe. You leaned against sweet peas bike and took a sharp inhale in and out, when you heard footsteps approaching behind you. You turned to see Fang’s tilted head looking at you. Standing up straight as he approached.

“Hey killer, you alright?” He asked placing a hand on your back.

“Yeah,” you couldn’t help but feel the disappointment waft through you.

“What’s wrong,” he nudged.

“It’s nothing,” you said shrugging him off.

“Alright…….But you’re missing your chance!” He dragged it out as he turned slowly.

“I like sweet pea!” You shouted.

He put his hand on his cheek dramatically. “Nooooo.”

You shove him as he laughed.

“Do you want me to take you home?” He asks putting his arm around you.

“Yeah don’t think I really want to go back in there.” You say imagining Reggie still on his knees in pain.

He nods and hands you the helmet again.

You tossed and turned since you got home and laid down. Why could it not have been sweet pea she called on. What was the whole point of putting you with Reggie? It really didn’t matter you’re just thankful Fangs took you home. Your mom is working late shift at the hospital again so the house is extremely quiet. So quiet that when your phone buzzed you nearly jumped out of your skin. You turn to grab it off the night stand and see his name light up the screen.

SP: hey I’m outside

M: wait what?

SP: open the door!

You put your slippers on and slipped through the house. You can make out Sweet Peas silhouette through the glass door. He’s shifting side to side as you open the door only to see him standing there with a huge black eye.

“Sweet Pea What the hell happened?!” You shrieked reaching up to touch his face. He winced as you pressed a gentle hand to the bruise. Grabbing his hand and leading him inside, you set home down on the couch before grabbing a pack of frozen peas for his face.“What happened?!” You repeated. 

He shrugged.

 “No, what the hell happened?”you asked a third time.

“I beat up Reggie,” he said hanging his head.

“Why the hell would you do that,” folding your arms across you chest and eyeing him. He shrugged again.Approaching slowly, you lifted his head with your index finger and kissed his forehead.“Well thank you. But again you didn’t have to do that. I can manage.” You say while placing the bag on his face.He winced but didn’t make a sound.“Just please tell me he looks worse than you do?”

  He raises his eyes to yours and flashes a devilish grin and then nods.

“Good,” You say as he yawns. “Do you want to stay here tonight? You have to be gone before my mom gets home but I can make you a palette on the floor?”

“Yeah that would be awesome.” He nods while rubbing his eyes.

   You get up and he follows as you walk down the hall, stopping at the linen closet.

“Soooooo we have two extra blankets….” you say to him.

“It’s ok I can just go home.” He says.

“Or you can just sleep in the bed, with me?” You offer.

“Uhhhm, oh-okay, Yeah, that’s fine, we’re good, yeah.” He stammered.

“Oh come on like you’ve never slept in the same bed with fangs or Toni?” You tease while leading him into your bedroom.

“Yeah but-“ he cuts himself off.

  Kicking off your slippers you slid to the inside of the bed.  You eyed him as he was unmoved from the doorway. Sighing and rolling your eyes, you tap the bed.  He smiled and removed his jacket and boots. 

“Are you sure because I can just sleep on the floor?” he said as he stood at the edge of the bed.

“Get in the damn bed, Sweet Pea.” you said before turning towards the wall.  The mattress shifted with his weight, and you couldnt help but to admit, it felt nice to have him there with you.  

“Hey, Pea,” you said in the darkness. 

“Hmm,” he grumbled groggily. 

“Do you really think I would make a good serpent?” 

“The best serpent.” he said without hesitation. 

  You laid back and sighed, barely holding back a wild grin.  “Alright, Im in.”