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— uni with atz pt. two

notes: swearing, fluff, mildly suggestive dialogue. tags: @latte-fairytaekwoon

seonghwa — [ early edu. + developmental psych. ]

extremely organized in all aspects of his life

your bookshelf at home consists of books on developmental studies in children.

if he isn't in class or volunteering, he's either cuddling with you or reading.

stressed 24/7.

takes very pretty and neat notes.

randomly spits out facts throughout the day.

sometimes, you join him during his volunteer hours at various daycares and schools.

is all the children's favorite teacher.

extremely patient and soft-spoken when it comes to working with even the most difficult child.

also loves being called 'teacher hwa'.

"i don't know, if i were you, i would make the students call me king san."

"they'll probably end up bullying you," seonghwa replies back.

you don't know how he has the patience for the amount of children he has to take care of.

takes you picture-book shopping with him for his students.

finds himself singing nursery rhymes while cooking or cleaning.

has polaroids of you two stuck on the fridge.

brings lint rollers to work.

gets worked up in public if a parent seems too neglectful in any way.

"y/n!" he tugs at your elbow and points with his jaw to the right, "look! his kid is just spilled all that paint on the floor, and he didn't even bat an eyelash!?"

"don't intervene again, please."

"okay, but-"

the whining of metal and steel cut him off, and the two of you jump in fright at the sound of a shelf falling apart.

"some people really shouldn't have kids."

whines when he comes back home that the paint stain and glitter just won't come off his clothes no matter how many times he rubs the spots with warm water.

or how he has mulch stuck in his socks and shoes from taking the kids outdoors to play.

you somehow always end up finding a googly eye or specks of glitter under the couch.

sometimes brings home finger-paintings with numerous colorful hearts and two stick figures in the middle.

"today's assignment was to paint what makes you happy."

you also help him stitch up little felt and cotton dolls for the kids to keep.

often gets sick from working with children.

and passes it onto you by accident.

you know he's had a bad day when you ask him how it went, and his face scrunches up in pain.

stormed into your shared apartment one day and made a beeline to the bathroom.

forty minutes later, he comes out, towel wrapped around his hips, face and chest flushed, and explains that a child accidentally peed on him.

gets flustered when you laugh at his demise.

sometimes uses his teacher voice when scolding you or your mutual friends.

and you all end up teasing him more anyway.

"do you use that tone in bed too, hwa?" yeosang asks one day. mingi and yunho splutter out in disbelief, followed by loud laughter.

you choked on your bite of cake at the sudden remark.

"what did i ever do to deserve this slander," seonghwa grumbles whilst patting your back.

he often stays up late making lesson plans for both his classes and ones to implement at work as well.

takes full advantage of his teacher's discount at shops and restaurants.

sometimes brags about it to his friends to get under their skin.

"you have it easy. just watching kids and getting free food," san says one day in the middle of their game of jenga.

"it's not easy at all," you hear seonghwa reprimand the younger, and laughter rings out from the other four guests.

"you're learning about children! what's so hard-"

you had a hunch that seonghwa purposely tilted the wooden tower to tumble over an unsuspecting san.

"y/n! your boyfriend is trying to murder me!"

seonghwa paces in circles around your apartment whilst studying for an upcoming exam.

asks you to quiz him on certain materials.

"correct! okay, can you define the preoperational stag-"

"how many kids do you want to have in the future?"

"..what?"

"kids. how many do you want to have with me?" he presses further, eyes trained on your face rather intently.

"can't this conversation wait until you finish studying?"

"no. i'm too curious," he licks at his chapped lips and leans in to poke your forehead, "i need to know. this is important information. please."

yeosang — [ biology pre-med ]

met you through your mutual friend, wooyoung, who invited him to live in your shared dorm.

"you didn't tell me you have a dog?" yeosang turns to wooyoung, brow quirked up whilst pointing to the 'beware of dog' sign on one of the bedroom doors.

"oh, i don't. i just put that up to mess with y/n," wooyoung dismissively explained while making a sandwich.

is the reason why you and wooyoung haven't killed each other yet.

asked you out after five months of moving with you and wooyoung.

designated one of the kitchen's shelves as a medical supply closet.

"because wooyoung always ends up hurting himself without doing anything."

"i do not."

stress is his middle name.

constantly contemplates his life decisions.

"wooyoung! shut up! i can't finish my essay with you blabbering every damn second!"

you had to get used to the sight of a full sized anatomical skeleton in his room.

"okay, but i'm not letting you fuck me with that thing in here."

later that night, wooyoung's heart nearly burst in his chest from fright.

"yeosang! why the fuck is your skeleton in my room!?"

some nights, during dinner, yeosang slams his obnoxiously large textbooks onto the table, and insists for the two of you to quiet down while he skims over the pages a few times.

"can't you just enjoy your meal for five-"

"no. now hush."

not only does he have labs, presentations, and essays to worry about, but he also got accepted for a pre-med internship at a local hospital.

hardly goes out anymore during his free time.

most dates include cuddling on the couch or baking something in the kitchen.

stays up late at night to complete assignments.

towers of thick books decorate his nightstand.

"no, yeosang. i really don't want to see you dissecting a cat," you grimace, turning quickly and shielding your eyes from his phone.

"why not?" yeosang whines softly, hand tugging the hem of your shirt with a frown, "it's not that bad, i promise-"

he's cut off when wooyoung snatches the phone from him with a loud cry, "gross! y/n, you're letting him touch you after he touched that?! and fuck- what is that smell?"

"that's formaldehyde. now give me back my phone before i dissect you next."

you join him at the lab when he has extra work piled up.

"you look so cute with a white coat and goggles."

you prod and poke him repeatedly, asking him numerous questions about the specimens in the lab.

"y/n! don't touch that!"

one day, wooyoung comes home sick.

you insist on taking him to see a doctor, only for him to emit a haughty laugh at you.

"why would i waste my time and money when i have yeosang here?"

"but woo, he didn't even get into med-school yet-"

wooyoung insists he doesn't need to see a professional, "yeosang is practically our live-in doctor! why do you think i begged him to move in?"

you roll your eyes, calling for yeosang to persuade the younger male.

"alright, tell me your symptoms," your boyfriend sighs, plopping down onto the couch beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

after wooyoung explains everything and takes his own temperature, he peers at yeosang for an answer, "well?"

"you're dying," yeosang nods simply.

wooyoung's visage pales, and he scrambles to sit up on the couch with a disturbed expression.

"what?"

yeosang is always studying.

always.

studying.

you insist for him to take a break sometimes.

"i can't. i have lab tomorrow. oh, and a paper."

"but you always say that!"

you attempt to tug him out of his seat.

"come on! just for an hour, and we'll be back. promise."

he's always reluctant at first, but finds himself agreeing later anyway.

enjoys the small dates at the nearby lake probably more than you do.

mingi — [ accounting ]

a gifted genius when it comes to numbers.

is your very own math tutor.

jokingly asks you to pay him back.

he accepts kisses and hugs. baked pastries are also a bonus.

"y/n? are you okay?" a hand waves in front of your face.

you blink at him wordlessly, mind fogged from the bombardment of information you just received, "sorry- you lost me. can you repeat the process again?"

he playfully smacks your shoulder with the ruler and stomps his bare feet onto the tiled floor, "this is the third time!"

"i'm sorry! you know how i am with math!"

he begs you to take classes with him as electives.

"sorry, baby. i love you, but there's no way i'll ever take statistics."

"okay, what about economics?"

"no."

"management? business administration!?"

"no and no."

"but y/n! it'll be fun! you'll be with me!"

always whines about how much he hates having to take 'stupid management classes' and the group projects that come along with them.

"they never take the assignments seriously!"

said group visits your apartment to work on projects with mingi.

"aren't you supposed to be working on that project?"

you watch as mingi and his friends suddenly erupt in an explosive argument about the game they were currently playing.

"yeosang! what the fuck!?"

"it's y/n's fault mingi was distracted!"

you let out an indignant squawk and glare at yeosang.

"that round didn't count."

"stop being a sore loser, san!"

"so.. i take it you didn't even start?" you grimace, peering over to the untouched books and papers on the coffee table.

"it's just management class. no big deal," san explains quickly with a dismissive wave of his hand before nudging your boyfriend with a glare, "you better not make us lose this time, or i'll kidnap y/n."

stays up late to finish other work that's due.

loves to wear big spectacles when studying.

it 'helps him focus'.

writes notes on his calculator and slides it towards you while you're both home studying.

'n-3^07-!'

"mingi, what is that?"

"read it upside down, you bum."

has a coffee mug with 'i love π' in big, bold, red letters.

refuses to throw it away even though the rim is chipped.

always bugs you about how you should have a budget plan.

insists on teaching you how to make spreadsheets on excel.

"i can't do this, mingi. too much numbers give me a headache."

"do you want my lucky glasses?"

rambles on about things related to his field, and you can only nod in confusion every time.

"how does your brain keep up with all of this?"

"easy. just be one with the numbers."

"that was a bad pun.."

"you're supposed to laugh!"

mingi was that typical student who complained about studying, but is always the one acing everything with the highest score.

"i should just quit university and become a stripper."

"you say that every exam week, and yet, you always pass with the highest grades," you mumble from the other side of the couch, absentmindedly highlighting a few sentences in your book.

"yeah, but studying is a pain in the ass," he exhaled with a loud groan, head thrown back against the back of the couch, "why me, y/n?"

you roll your eyes while reaching over to pat the side of his face in comfort.

"everything will work out just fine."

later that week, he joyfully bounces into your apartment with a large grin plastered on his face, "guess what?"

you snort in amusement.

"let me take a wild guess. you aced your exam."

"and guess who has the highest score?" he tugged you forward by your cheeks with a bright grin.

"yeosang?" the cheery expression on his features suddenly vanished, causing you to laugh, "i'm kidding."

likes to study while attached to your side, wearing comfortable pajamas and warm socks.

sulks whenever his stock investments drop further than he expects.

and is always in a good mood whenever the prices spike back up.

always has a horrible math pun up his sleeve.

sends you accounting memes and becomes a gloomy mess when you don't laugh or understand the joke.

"what if i propose to you with a math problem? and we have pie instead of cake?"

"please don't bring math into our love life."

yunho — [ broadcasting journalism ]

roommates with you, hongjoong, and jongho.

is called 'newspaper boy' by hongjoong.

is well-known around campus for being one of the student journalists for the university's newspaper.

you have the very first published paper, with his full name printed on the front, framed in the hallway of your dorm.

has the prettiest hands.

and longest fingers you've ever seen.

can put them to good use.

especially when typing out essays. they're practically blurred from how swift he is.

likes to ramble about current international events to jongho early in the morning. the latter pretends to understand, giving the other false hope.

jongho always sends you a pleading look to save you from your lover.

always carries a notebook.

article deadlines = stressed yunho.

complains that his friends are 'uncultured'.

helps you with your essays.

if he has enough time, he'll actually re-write it for you.

"was it really that bad?"

"it's okay, baby. you're good at other things."

"how come you don't re-write my papers?" jongho huffs from across the living room.

"you're not y/n."

interviews you and your other roommates for his projects.

you smile from behind him as he zooms in obnoxiously close to hongjoong's disgruntled expression.

"he zoomed in on my nose again, didn't he?" the blue haired male asks you.

"sorry, but that tomato sauce stain is really distracting me."

hongjoong nearly drops his fork.

"what stain!?" he furiously rubs his face with the back of his hand, "see! i told you that you always interview us at the most inconvenient time!"

is constantly writing.

can be very unorganized.

"who took my ap stylebook!?"

"can you stop shouting? it's 6 a.m., yunho!" hongjoong growls from his bedroom.

mingi and seonghwa often visit your dorm because they're usually partnered with yunho for an assignment.

it somehow always winds up with mingi and yunho fooling around, whilst seonghwa struggles to persuade them to help him with the work.

sometimes, you tag along to help film his public social experiment projects.

is a social-bug, so people are instantly drawn to him.

likes to cuddle with you while watching the films for his assignments.

you think most of them are pretty boring, but being in his lap and tucked against his chest makes up for it.

you like to add glittery stickers onto his video camera and tripod.

is very much infatuated with you, so he doesn't mind one bit.

applied for a paid broadcasting radio station/tv internship over the summer and was quickly accepted.

asks you to help him style his hair for his first day at work.

"but it's just a radio station. no one's going to see you?" jongho questions with a perplexed expression.

"i still need to look presentable!"

and later that day you quickly hush the two males beside you once the clock strikes 2 p.m.

"quiet! yunho should be on any second now!"

"i was just breathing?" hongjoong whispers weakly.

over dinner, jongho often mimics yunho's reporting voice.

"y/n, do i really sound like that?" yunho pouts as you and hongjoong burst into fits of laughter.

"aw, don't be sad. i love your reporter voice, baby."

will wake everyone up early the next morning by yelling at the top of his lungs with his reporter voice just to get back at you three for laughing at him.

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1zashreena1 · 4 years

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Quarantine- New Ranch Flavor! -5

18+, m/f, technically OCxDiego Jimenez [Power]

Summary: Princess is stranded in NYC with her Murder Panther for the duration of the quarantine. As a high risk patient she has no choice but to isolate as much as possible. Simulated domesticity ensues. Princess texts a running commentary to her bff Lisa.

WARNINGS: Ridiculous descriptions and ‘the code is more like guidelines’ outlook on grammar. Is it OOC if the character was given essentially zero development in canon???

No actual smut, nasty ass snack foods, plus size insecurity, unprotected sex, feels are icky, plus size woman+fit man, bad boys with too much money and not enough impulse control, secondary OCs, excessive swearing (???), illegal business dealings… I mean, its DIEGO

A/N: Princess took on a life of her own and has essentially become an OC. There are infrequent mentions of her description (specifically as plus size) and her actual name in later pieces (its Bicki). She started as self-insert so she looks like me (plus size, white, short, blue eyes, curly hair). If that is not your thing, I totally understand. And do not feel obligated to read this, I will not be offended!

I’m not a fan of “plot” so be aware that most of this series is just meandering through their relationship, angst-fluff-smut whiplash style. But with dick jokes.

TAGLIST: @chelsfic @symbiont13 @nicke0115 @bunnykjm @rosee-sensuelle @girlpornparadise @mandoplease @heresathreebee @xxsteph-enrixx @jetiikad @joalsglasses @mutantcookiesecrets @demoncatstone @squidlywiddly87

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged.

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Thursday 11:22am

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Day 1 and I literally have an ice pack on my pussy and

Hold on he’s not wearing pants again gtg

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Friday 9:49am

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Video chatting with sister when Diego walks past in the background… shirtless.

She put her phone down (my entire screen was just ceiling) and I could hear her crying. Hung up after 10 min

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Friday 10:14pm

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He sucks ass at Jenga and its adorable

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Saturday 11:49am

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I was provided a to-do list for the day.

It's just his name

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Sunday 1:32pm

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We have sorted every liquid in the penthouse into 2 categories:

Potential Lube

Definitely Not Lube

Except we’re arguing about ranch dressing

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Sunday 2:17pm

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Update: Ranch went into the Not Lube category because it “smells nasty when it gets warm” This fact was previously unknown to me and I was afraid to ask for more details

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Monday 8:40am

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Morning announcements include the fact that 8:37 is the earliest he has ever gotten up

I’m worried about losing my job. Diego advises me to apply to Dyson because I “never lose suction”

Am I offended or proud of myself? It’s not even 9am

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Tuesday 1:12am

From Princess

This is the most weed I have ever consumed in my life (I know, not a high bar) Why is he hanging upside down off the couch making motorboat noises??

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Tuesday 1:14am

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Ahh. He was composing a poem about my tits

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Tuesday 2:49am

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The railing up the stairs to the bedroom does not in fact support my weight. Pole dance competition is OFF

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Tuesday 2:57am

From Princess

You know that thing you do with my bras? Where you put it on like a headband and it makes mickey mouse ears?

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Wednesday 11:17am

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Julio required to give 10 min warning prior to arrival so Diego can take off his pants

Yes you read that right

Freak

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Wednesday 11:19am

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Yes you do so know who Julio is. Big, round, only wears ivory/eggshell/off white/ThisIsMy 2ndWedding colored blazers. Jeez Lisa you're not old enough for dementia yet girl

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Wednesday 12:52pm

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I have played myself. Just ate an entire cheesesteak while being a cockwarmer

Turns out I’m the freak

Julio present and accounted for

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Thursday 9:37am

From Princess

He’s crunching a bowl of something via spoon. I ask what it is. Crushed cheez-its and mayonnaise. What in the actual fuck this man is a literal monster

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Thursday 12:10pm

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Edible body paint works on windows. Had to sit on his shoulders but this is the largest ‘FUCK’ I have ever written. Very proud

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Thursday 12:22pm

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Bottom half of the ‘C’ has transferred onto my ass. But 7 orgasms. Pick your battles

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Thursday 11:47pm

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Tried a pickled habanero. He’s still face down in the rug crying with laughter. It’s been 10 min dude come on

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Friday 10:12am

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Me: Why are you so heavy?

Diego: I keep eating you

Me: High five

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Friday 3:17pm

From Princess

He’s trying to “conduct business” via 3 cellphones. Would offer my tablet but I’m too pretty for prison. Gonna take a nap

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Friday 4:41pm

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Pants are forbidden in the bedroom. We’re just making the rules up as we go I see

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Saturday 9:59am

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He’s sitting in the corner of the window walls staring dejectedly outside. I hear the tiniest forlorn whisper “THOSE people are outside”

Too cute--must blow---BRB

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Saturday 1:32pm

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Angry texting. Muttering “No I can’t go outside and no you can’t come in here. Bitch…. No no, delete delete delete”

Me: Where is your sister anyway? LA?

Him: Very Squinty Eyes

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Saturday 9:22pm

From Princess

My ass is stuck in the kitchen sink. While he was very helpful getting me in here he is of no assistance getting me out.

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Saturday 11:46pm

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Apparently ‘douchecanoe twatwaffle jerkface’ is the most hilarious insult he has ever heard. My brilliance is unparalleled

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Sunday 5:51am

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Me: Hey what’s the worst thing you’ve ever put in your mouth?

Him outrageously offended: I’m not answering that!

Him: ... you first

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Sunday 7:12pm

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Is it a legit massage if he has to pause in the middle to jack off?

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Monday 11:06am

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Ordered groceries via Amazon Prime drone delivery. Sitting on the rooftop patio wrapped up together in a ginormous blankie waiting.

Does this count as a date?

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Monday 1:13pm

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Drone arrived. I lost my shit. Coolest thing ever. He’s frantically ordering more stuff because I haven’t looked this ecstatic since the time he rubbed my feet then went down on me for 2 hrs

Hold up change of plans

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Monday 2:28pm

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stubble burn on bottom of feet :-/

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Monday 6:44pm

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We can both fit in the jacuzzi tub. Almost drowned when his phone rang and we both spazzed out

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Tuesday 10:10am

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Today’s formal edict: He will only be referring to himself in the 3rd person. I am required to do as told. Should not be this turned on

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Tuesday 11:58am

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Watching him try to answer calls like this is a level of hilarity I could not have predicted

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Tuesday 1:53pm

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He gave me a crash course in chem. Still don’t know anything but it was hot as hell

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Tuesday 2:57pm

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Despite all evidence to the contrary I’m a Good Girl. Did as I was told. Got rewarded. 13 times

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Tuesday 5:33pm

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Unlocked a tiny piece of tragic backstory*™: He’s never been to a zoo :-(

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Wednesday 11:24am

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Julio and Bastian brought 4 pizzas. Currently eating them individually sitting in a giant square in the living room SOCIAL DISTANCING

Like he wasn’t inside me 10 min ago wtf

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Wednesday 11:25am

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Yes cute driver Bastian. Btw you are barking up the wrong tree girl. His favorite animal is bears lol

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Wednesday 12:39pm

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Garlic butter: lube or no? Round table discussion happening.

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Wednesday 1:19pm

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I won in favor of No

Me: slams hands down on table

Me: HAVE YOU EVER HAD A YEAST INFECTION???

All men present: :-[

:-[

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Wednesday 1:32pm

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Diego: puts garlic butter cup in the empty box and slides the whole mess off table to the floor without breaking eye contact. My sugar daddy is truly a murder panther

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Wednesday 3:49pm

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Flipping channels (he only has 5000) when he comes downstairs from the bedroom wearing Ginormous Blankie as cape.

Him: Can we do the thing again?

Me: Gotta be way more specific babe

Him: Flaps blankie like wings and gives me puppy dog eyes

Him: You know. Thing. On the roof. ...please?

Did

Did he just ask me to cuddle???

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Wednesday 5:58pm

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Can confirm roof cuddles. He fell asleep with his face mashed into my neck-shoulder after watching sunset. Every time I move he whimpers and squeezes tighter. I don't know what is happening but it kinda hurts in my chest

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Wednesday 9:12pm

From Princess

Me: You know those girls you send away when I come up? There's one that sorta begrudgingly likes me?

Him, stuffing a 2nd Oreo into his mouth(there's already a whole 1 in there)

Him: Frahnthessga?

Me: Yeah! Can I fuck her?

….I should worry about my job again pretty sure Murder Panther Sugar Daddy is dead

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Wednesday 10:48pm

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We splintered the plexiglass-divider-shower-wall thingy. His solution was to just hold all 215lbs of me up in the air and finish. I have no words

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Thursday 4:12am

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I can hear him on the phone downstairs listing names. I don't know these people. I'm going in the bathroom to run water so I can't hear anything else

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Thursday 9:02am

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I slept thru a breakfast meeting. There's a laptop and a box of 1 doz Boston cream donuts labeled PRINCESS on the bar counter. He's watching news with Julio + Bastian on the couch. Odd but ok I got fave donuts so whatevs

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Thursday 9:17am

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On 3rd donut when I catch him staring. Can only see from eyes up bc he's peering at me over back of the couch. Have inadvertently activated Horny Murder Panther mode via accidental slutty licking of cream filling.

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Thursday 11:40am

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Me: I don't like avocado

Diego: bitch what the fuck

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Thursday 12:10pm

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He asked what the deal was with white people and meatloaf. I requested clarification on food or music. He's confused it's fucking adorable

BUT NOW I HAVE TO EXPLAIN THE ENTIRE GENRE OF CLASSIC ROCK

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Thursday 2:14pm

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I'm making a meatloaf for dinner. Also brownies. TV is still on???

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Thursday 4:24pm

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Found a big round can of guava paste in the back of the fridge. He's spoon feeding it to me while watching me make meatloaf

Diego: I did not realize you were so… domesticated

Me, no brain to mouth filter: Yeah well gettin dicked down 3x a day will do that to a girl

Please send hitman asap

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Thursday 5:10pm

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He just turned TV off. Local news was listing all major crimes in NYC today. Last story was 6 bodies found inside meat plant freezer, execution style kills with "on-site" equipment. When I whisper Dafuq?? he distractedly mutters 'captive bolt pistol'

He's texting again

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Thursday 5:39pm

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I kinda wanna come home now

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Thursday 7:48pm

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I have converted another person to meatloaf lover (food not music)

On 3rd brownie when he declares: I am never letting you leave again. Mine now

Look up from rolling my eyes to receive Super Intense I Can See Into Your Soul Diego Stare

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Thursday 9:50pm

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He's looking for a scary movie via voice command on remote. Other hand is on my foot. I can't even see my foot. What is the actual purpose of hands that big?? What is the evolutionary goal to this endgame? ?? Why am I wet just thinking about a h a n d ?????

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Friday 12:34am

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Con: This asshole is delighted to learn that I don't like scary movies

Pro: Hiding my face in his chest means I fucking feel the rumble when he laughs at me. I think I'm developing a heart condition. Hurts again.

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Friday 1:40am

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He's rubbing his face all over my stomach. I don't like this. Sir why. Please it's literally the least attractive part of me

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Friday 2:11am

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He likes it…? I don't see. How does. But it's.

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Friday 3:47am

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He's asleep on my stomach after spending 40 min declaring his love for belly

I'm crying and I can't stop. My whole chest hurts. What is this. Is this the most long game prank ever. There's no way he's for real. I'm afraid. Do you think I should try to escape?? Please you know I'm not easily frightened but I just. Please text back I need my BFF

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Friday 7:18am

From Princess

Woke up in bed alone and naked. Gonna grab a shirt and handle this. I can't just ignore it. This is probably a bad idea but I can't just let it go. If you don't hear back from me by noon call my parents. I love you

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Friday 11:38am

From Princess

Halfway down the stairs 3 dudes I don't know come out of the office, Diego and Julio follow. They take 1 look at me and launch into laughter and some rude fucking spanish. I'm rusty but I know fucking "fat bitch" tyvm. Diego picks this mf up by the throat and throws him into the elevator. Drags the other 2 in and... no one has come back since

Been locked in the bathroom. I'm afraid to hear anything

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Friday 1:48pm

From Princess

Relocated to closet earlier. Reading. I'm 2 chapters in and I don't even remember the title. Gonna take an ativan. Hands are shaking

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Friday 2:27pm

From Princess

You know what? I don't even care. Like as long as it's never directed at me I just don't care.

It's too late I'm in too deep. I don't know if I can even come home after this. I'm not who everyone thinks I am. I don't know who I am. I'm turning the phone off now I'm sorry but I just need everything to stop for a while

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Friday 7:48pm

From Princess

I'm ok, sorry for the dramatics. Woke up still in the closet corner but under Ginormous Blankie and can hear shower running. Decide it's time to put my big girl panties on and march in there. No I did not learn from the last time. Standby

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Friday 9:22pm

From Princess

We're good.

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Friday 11:49pm

From Princess

Ok. Marched into bathroom, launched into speech: I'm sorry but I did not know anyone was here. You have to leave me a note or something. Please tell me I did not ruin anything

Him, still in shower: Get your ass in here.

It was a literal growl

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Friday 11:50pm

From Princess

Apparently that guy had been fucking up small time and Diego was waiting for him to fuck up big time. I will never see all 3 of them again (No do not ask)Yes it was frustrating but not mad at me. Ok a little because his sister hired that guy and now he has to explain the dude's ...disappearance. Without mentioning me. No one can know about me I am a "liability"

Um ouch..? I think?? Chest pain again

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Friday 11:51pm

From Princess

He's been asleep, I'm just staring at the ceiling. Demanded I let him prove that he would never put hands on me that I don't want. I thought he was gonna cry. I did start crying but said yes. Not gentle per se, but definitely ...emotional? Like soft sex. Slow soft sex but with emotions?? I'm lost

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Friday 11:54pm

From Princess

Please tell me no. Talk me out of this. Tell me I'm fucknuts and I need to just come home and be reasonable and sensible. You know when you stand at a ledge and a little voice tells you Just jump. Do it. Go

Do I want all in? Can I do this? I should not do this. I should not care about him. Especially like this. I just. When I'm not here this is all I think about. No one else makes me feel this way

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Friday 11:56pm

From Princess

I'm hysterical right? This will go away if I just sleep. I can't stop looking at him. Touching his face, hair. Ever since the Kitchen Blowup (after the first fight??is it a fight if you're not technically in a relationship?) he's been different. Careful?? Like he really listened to me and heard. I can see him trying. Like reining in his knee jerk reactions and stopping to think before he says stuff to me. What am I supposed to do?

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Friday 11:59pm

From Princess

I want to trust him. I want to be spoiled and fucked senseless and all the giggles and private planes and shopping sprees and sleeping in til noon. But what about the other side? Constantly looking over my shoulder? Worrying that he might not come home from whatever the fuck he's out doing? The other actual supermodel hot women??? I'm not naive.

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Saturday 12:10am

From Princess

I just need to turn this off. Shut it down. Cut off emotions and just fuck. I can't do this and I can't have him for keeps. So it's time to be realistic. After this shitty quarantine ends I'll take whatever cash he wants to give me and go home. I can move if I have to. It's not hard to change your name these days. This whole nightmare will be the hilarious rumors in my future nursing home

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Saturday 4:44am

From Princess

Got up at like 350 for the bathroom. When I crawled back into bed he yanked me backwards to be smashed into/under him. Buried face into my hair and ordered:

Stop

Leaving

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Saturday 9:10am

From Princess

Woke up alone. Gathered shirt. Did surveillance from top of stairs. Music blasting. Bastian and Diego are working out. I had to sit down for a while

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Saturday 9:40am

From Princess

Finally made it down the stairs. Eating donuts while watching live action porn

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Saturday 10:27am

From Princess

Show's over. Diego announces he is going to shower with a wink. I am staying on this barstool with my donuts. I am determined

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Saturday 10:38am

From Princess

Sharing donuts with Bastian. He is staring at me

Me: ...wut?

Bastian: You know I haven't driven Franchesca anywhere in 4 months

I don't know how long I've been sitting here staring at this half eaten donut but Bastian is gone

Shower still running

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Saturday 1:36pm

From Princess

Slut level 7: Shower blowjob

Realized I have to wash my hair now. He demands to do it??

Diego: How much fucking conditioner is this going to take?

Me drooling blissfully: Uhhh... please not that word right now

...I literally heard Horny Murder Panther transition happen.

He did not touch anything but my head. Came via voice command. How the fuck

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Saturday 1:39pm

From Princess

Then it was Round 2 still dripping wet in the bed. No idea how he recovered that fast not looking gift horse in the mouth. Haha Horse

Also slow soft again? Does this mean something?? I feel like I'm missing some key piece of info. Never had a dude like kiss all over my face and stroke my hair. What is this gentle?? Don't like the whole looking into my eyes thing

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Saturday 3:02pm

From Princess

Received an assignment. Was trying to budget for next month (on my new laptop! Whole Microsoft office package!! SPREADSHEETS!!!)

Instructed to help fix what I fucked up…?

It's resumes. He wants me to look at resumes. Um

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Saturday 4:12pm

From Princess

We traded laptops. I picked 3 resumes for 'warehouse labor' This is fucking surreal

Got my laptop back and… all the internet tabs were closed?? I was paying all my bills dude wtf. His phone rings but before he walks off tells me the title will be mailed to me. ?????

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Saturday 4:47pm

From Princess

He's still in the office on the phone. I'm in the closet in shock. He paid my loans. He paid my Loans. He Paid My Fucking Loans OFF

CAR

STUDENT LOANS

$$$$$ 30,000 $$$$$

THIRTY GRAND

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Saturday 4:52pm

From Princess

No you can't have him if I don't want him!! Fuck you

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Saturday 5:32pm

From Princess

Bastian came back, left a big box on the counter, said "This is for you honey" and left again. Diego still in the office.

...should I open it or wait for him to come out??

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Saturday 5:36pm

From Princess

Fuck it. I'm opening this shit

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Saturday 5:42pm

From Princess

It's a very large Brahmin bag.

Holy fuck its gorgeous

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Saturday 5:47pm

From Princess

You know what? You Know What?

IT'S KITCHEN BLOWUP 2.0 TIME

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Sunday 8:42am

From Princess

I think we're ok? I actually uh, accidentally recorded um… everything-ish. And I might send it to you later. But right now things are kinda wobbly and I just wanna enjoy everything while I can. I'll check back in later. We're going to bed now

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Sunday 1:58pm

From Princess

Woke up to 1 gigantic hand stroking down my back. 2nd hand stuffed up my pussy to the knuckle. Villain voice directly into left ear. Memory hazy after that

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Sunday 3:01pm

From Princess

Do Oreos in bed at 3pm count as breakfast? My hips hurt

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Sunday 6:40pm

From Princess

Ok we all know I'm very much A Freak. Trysexual if you will. Only way to know you don't like it is to try it right? So anal. Never really worked. Great in theory really unpleasant in practice.

Turns out others were trying to insert the wrong appendage. Related: I fucking love beards

e v e r y w h e r e

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Sunday 10:40pm

From Princess

Yes I know you wanna know about KITCHEN BLOWUP 2.0, someday I'll tell you about v.1. It's complicated. There are feels. I can't take the vague, wishy washy, up in the air status. So it went kinda like this

Me: You want to "keep" me? Wtf does that even mean?? And how, via purchasing me??? Don't get me wrong, I like being spoiled. I'm not an idiot. But you don't even know me

He looked like I stabbed him. It was horrible

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Sunday 10:42pm

From Princess

So I laid it all out: I lived in my car for a while in my 20s. Escaped an abusive ex after 8 yrs. Survived cancer at 26. Did 2 rounds of trade school just to be scraping by at like $15 an hour. That you just paid off like it was nothing. You try to protect me from you and your life. But you have no idea what I've already survived.

So here's the deal: You wanna keep me?? Then I get to keep you.

But it's everything. If I can't have everything then I don't want anything. And if it can't be ONLY me then I gotta go. I'm not a back up plan or a convenience.

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Sunday 10:50pm

From Princess

At this point I'm scream-crying, gesticulating like I'm hysterical. He's collapsed on the floor at my feet looking like I just killed his dog. Only makes me worse. I'm demanding an answer right fucking now. This is a disaster.

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Sunday 10:54pm

From Princess

He starts yelling about how he can't keep me if I'm dead. This isn't a fucking game and I'm just like Do I look like I'm playing right now?!?

Lisa, he was crying. Just kept repeating "She's right. She's fucking right. That bitch is right."

Head in his hands sobbing.

I couldn't.

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Sunday 10:59pm

From Princess

So I got down on my knees in front of him and reached for his hands. Just like the first blowup. I was terrified because he's obviously not in control and like I don't know the things he does but I Know. And the PTSD from ex… but I finally got him to look at me and asked him to just Tell Me.

And he did.

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Monday 12:04am

From Princess

If you had told me that night in the club that any of this would happen. That this man was capable of everything these past 10 months have brought. I would've taken you to the hospital myself.

He collapsed on me and was just begging me "Don't go don't go. Please stay. Stay just for now. Please. No one else no one." I have a lot to consider. Probably gonna be quiet for a few days. I'll text you when things calm down. He's asleep on my chest right now

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Monday 12:10am

From Princess

I mean 10 months...how many weekends have I been up here? 12? 16? And only twice did I reach out first and ask. I have stuff here. You saw the closet section. Every time I arrive there's coke and ketchup in the fridge. My face wash and toothbrush and a huge bottle of gel in the bathroom. Last time here he gave me the safe combo???

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Monday 12:14am

From Princess

YES THE SODA JFC

I mean, I've never seen ...other… in the fridge. I don't think it needs to be refrigerated???

I Don't Know Okay

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Monday 6:40am

From Princess

Woke up around 5 and he was just staring at me from like 2 inches away. He left once he realized I was awake. I didn't follow. He still hasn't come back to bed yet. Should I go find him?

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Monday 11:38am

From Princess

Found him on the couch. Coffee table covered in vast array of firearms. Did not realize there were so many in this penthouse. Little uncomfortable. But I'm a fast learner with good mechanical skills so now I can do gun stuff. Please don't ask me about it

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Monday 11:41am

From Princess

Ok yesss. We had the stupid movie cliche moment of big tough guy stands behind damsel to teach some physical skill. Gawd.

...yeah doing it feels better than watching. You happy now???

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Monday 2:28pm

From Princess

Mood swing. He declared vengeance on behalf of his closet. I have worn too many shirts. This cannot continue. ????? Stay tuned

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Monday 2:59pm

From Princess

This man runs the largest distribution enterprise in the western hemisphere.

Currently stuck in one of my $6 tank tops from Target.

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Monday 4:17pm

From Princess

I'm out a tank top. And a thong. Go ahead and just think about that

...But I'm still wearing one of his shirts :-D

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Monday 5:48pm

From Princess

Instead of admitting defeat he decided to forcibly remove the shirt from me. Since I have to be difficult, I ran. If this place wasn't soundproof there would be so many police here.

What level of fucked up is it to enjoy screaming No!, while struggling, not less than 3 sec prior to orgasm??

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Monday 5:52pm

From Princess

The scale only goes to 10. You don't gotta be a bitch. Damn

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Monday 8:17pm

From Princess

14 days will be up this Thursday. But they're talking about extending it, really bad here. I'm scared. Gonna try a drink, maybe ativan because I'm starting to freak out.

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Monday 9:57pm

From Princess

Watching the news and I just sorta came unglued. Diego not really a soft/gentle guy (obvs) but once I got thru a blubber-cry explanation of immuno-compromised and cancer treatment I got full lap cuddles. I want this every time I'm upset. Warm and solid and big hands and soft nuzzles and scratchy velvet cheek kisses. Feel so tiny and safe

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Monday 11:40pm

From Princess

Think I'm fukced up. Everything feels good. Petting all the things

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Monday 11:44pm

From Princess

I'm fiiiiine. One drink. Once ativan. Thats it

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Monday 11:49pm

From Princess

Omgod ill be fine it's good donot call me

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Monday 11:55pm

From Princess

What are fiddlesticks? Like the worrd not a instrument accessory?why do we say that

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Tuesday 7:42am

From Princess

Holy shit I slept so good. I looked back thru the texts. Wtf was I doing?? I don't remember any of this

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Tuesday 8:32am

From Princess

He's giving me that all teeth smile. I'm very suspicious. And surprisingly not horny?? Am I dying?

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Tuesday 9:46am

From Princess

Have been informed that I was very adorable last night. I'm afraid to learn his definition of adorable

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Tuesday 10:12am

From Princess

Omg he has 3 hours of video

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Tuesday 11:17am

From Princess

I spent 45 min yelling about Pluto planet status being revoked and the kilogram definition being forever altered. He was very invested in the 2nd part. Legit academic discussion

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Tuesday 11:49am

From Princess

Next part: I decided to make a fried egg sandwich. He started recording like a cooking show. I almost lit my hair on fire.

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Tuesday 11:57am

From Princess

Oh I see where everything went wrong. I had 1 drink and 1 ativan. Then I finished his drink. Then I drank his replacement. Why tf did he let me do that??

"You were so cute! How could I say no to this face, bonita?"

...I will remember that

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Tuesday 12:13pm

From Princess

Apparently we exchanged playlists. This is not good

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Tuesday 12:28pm

From Princess

Omg I revealed the Murder Panther Sugar Daddy title. Oh fuck. Shit shit shit

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Tuesday 12:42pm

From Princess

I spent 40 min petting him all over while listing everything I liked and why. He is going to be insufferable for forever after this

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Tuesday 1:22pm

From Princess

Lisa. Lisa. Holy shit. He said we made a porno. I laughed. He fucking narrated an opening to it. I am dying I am going to die I am dead

Him, offscreen: Diego and Bicki make a Porno!

Me, onscreen, twerking on the bed in lace bra

Me: eeeeeeeeeeeeeee ASS AND TITTIES!!!

Diego pops into shot, giggling: Pretty Princess Pussy!!

The whole thing just dissolved into shaky blur and us laughing hysterically

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Tuesday 1:24pm

From Princess

No I'm not sharing it. What is wrONG WITH YOU??????

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Tuesday 3:44pm

From Princess

It… did not go the way I thought it would. And apparently he had not watched it either because we were both surprised.

That. Was not sex. Seeing the soft slow with emotions from the outside was pretty damning.

That was lovemaking

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Tuesday 6:32pm

From Princess

I'm locked in the bathroom. Everything is fucked.

I just… I just hid my face and said "I want to go home." Like a fucking coward hiding behind my hair, I took off upstairs and now I'm here. It's been a long time. I'm still alone

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Tuesday 6:39pm

From Princess

No shit Sherlock, I know I have intimacy issues.

Men don't love me. Sure I'm fun to fuck for a while. But they don't take a poor fat girl home. Come on, you've seen it firsthand. Clearly, since here I still am by myself

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Tuesday 6:42pm

From Princess

I don't know what I was thinking. I don't belong here. Guess I'll just ride out the last 2 days then come home

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Tuesday 6:45pm

From Princess

I think Julio is here. I can hear their voices but can't make out the words

Oh no his sister is here. They're yelling in Spanish, I can't catch any of it

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Tuesday 10:14pm

From Princess

They screamed for a while, then she finally left. Been silent ever since. I don't know if he's still here

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Tuesday 10:40pm

From Princess

He's definitely still here. There's a tantrum going on

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Wednesday 12:32am

From Princess

Fell asleep in the closet corner again. Except when I woke up he was wedged in there with me

Me: … um

Diego: I think I see why you do this

Then he went to sleep on me

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Wednesday 5:48am

From Princess

Have been talking since 3. Still in the closet.

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Wednesday 7:10am

From Princess

I'm coming home when this is over. I need some time and space to think.

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Wednesday 7:12am

From Princess

Is that even the right term? Do you 'break up' with a sugar daddy????

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Wednesday 7:13am

From Princess

NO I WANT TO KEEP HIM

BITCH I WILL STAB YOU

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Wednesday 7:16am

From Princess

Gonna shower and go to bed. You mention that last text and I literally will stab you. BFF or not

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Wednesday 4:40pm

From Princess

Just listened to an hour of descriptions of Mexico.

I am… tempted

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Wednesday 6:54pm

From Princess

I'm flying home Friday, they just lifted the travel ban here.

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Wednesday 6:59pm

From Princess

No, no one is happy here. We're both clingy disasters today

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Wednesday 7:17pm

From Princess

Went downstairs. It's a war zone. We came back upstairs

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Thursday 6:19am

From Princess

Couldn't sleep so I'm packing. Diego is watching me from the bed with the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes in existence.

Effect kinda ruined because I can see his bare ass

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Thursday 6:22am

From Princess

Why would you ask me that? You know he's an exhibitionist

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Thursday 6:23am

From Princess

I can't decide if you're the Best or the Worst BFF ever. Gawd

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Thursday 6:25am

From Princess

...IMAGE LOADING…

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Thursday 6:27am

From Princess

Yeah. You see my dilemma now???

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Thursday 6:28am

From Princess

Yes I bite it! What is wrong with you today???

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Thursday 6:43pm

From Princess

He spent entire day attached to me. I..??? What do I do with a clingy cartel boss drug lord?? Its too much

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Friday 8:52am

From Princess

I'm on the plane. He rode here with me. Looked so… broken. Feel like a monster. But I'm scared

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Friday 1:45pm

From Princess

Lisa. LISA. LISA.

I'm home but but he. Omg

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Friday 2:38pm

From Princess

There's a tiny stuffed panther in my bag with a note: I just want to be with you

My very own Tiny Murder Panther

#damnit diego #murder panther #zash writes #24 fucking 7 hours in this house #rough me up then dick me down #so many feels #literally filth #nasty ass food

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Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Jason Momoa x Reader

Word Count: 4.3K

Warnings: Bad attitudes/smut

Vroom vrooooom!!

Your eyes squeezed tightly in annoyance before you started to buck your blankets off of your body, punching your bed in aggravation. Every weekend it’s the same thing: at 7 am your sleep is disrupted by the violent roar of a motorcycle engine. You just moved in to your new place a month ago and at first you assumed that the disturbance would be temporary. People work on their vehicles on the weekend, and testing things may require a few loud repetitious sounds. But EVERY weekend? The two days out of the week you get to be able to sleep without an alarm blaring and you still have to wake like its a work day.

Today was even worse because it sounded like it was right outside your window. The funk of fumes made you cough while you got up to look out your window. No one was outside but you put your shoes on anyway. No way were you taking this lying down.

No shame in your bonnet game, you walked out in your pajama shorts, tank and slippers to survey your surroundings in the parking lot. You see some guy hunched over a big old looking bike, his back turned to you.

You marched over to him without abandon, building up your month's worth of frustration to fire off at him.

"Hey man!"

The putter of the engine must've drowned out your words so you shouted again.

"Hey! You know what the hell time it is? Some people are tryna sleep!" you said to the back of his messy man bun.

He turned his face to you slowly with a raised eyebrow, looking amused as his eyes settled on your slippers.

You felt self-conscious, taking a step backward and crossing your arms. "I had to hear you tinkering at this garbage at ungodly hours for a month!"

He reached for the ignition and turns the motorcycle off.

"It’s not garbage. It’s vintage."

His voice boomed in the newfound silence, throwing you off your anger rhythm. He wipes his dirty hands against his well worn jeans as he comes to a standing, towering over you like a giant.

You felt a wave of vertigo just looking at him but remained on subject. "Looks old, like it should be thrown away."

He crossed his arms bouncing momentarily on his toes just making him grander. "Perhaps you have heard of a concept called recycling, refurbishing, or reusing. Just because something has lost its luster doesnt mean its a pile of junk."

“Well excuse me for liking the finer things in life. Couldn’t kill you to trade this in for something better and less noisy! So keep it down in the meantime.” You walked off in a huff, scraping the soft soles of your slippers across the pavement.

“Nice to meet you too neighbor, the name is Jason! I could show you how to sew that hole in your shorts too since you like the finer things!”

You stopped suddenly, sticking your butt out to look at the supposed hole.

“Don’t worry. Looks good.” His voice dipped into a tone that sounded predatory. You walked backwards glaring at him as you made your way back around the corner out of his line of sight.

You stopped for a second to feel your behind and come across the hole you got roasted on. You kiss your teeth, feeling yourself get warm with embarrassment. It didn’t matter to you because sleep clothes aren’t supposed to always be fancy schmancy. You peeked around the corner and spied on him as he worked. He had the nerve to talk about anyone with his dusty olive green Henley on with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his large forearms and that geometric tattoo. You couldn’t care less about his opinion, long as his motor keeps quiet. The next weekend, you stayed out hella late catching up with friends after work. Happy hour was popping and you are a sucker for discounted drinks, especially when they are as good as the ones at your favorite bar. Your Lyft dropped you off in front of your place at 3 AM and you trudged to your front door and catch a glimpse of something in your peripheral as you dug out your keys. On top of the trash bag there was a note scrawled on a piece of paper that says RECYCLE.

“What the fuck?” you say out loud and picked up the note, turning it over you see the signature -Neighbor J.

You balled up the paper. “Oh you think you run my life now? Where the hell he get the nerve even coming up to my front door. He don’t know me, but he will!” You cursed out the air, practicing what you plan to say to him next time you see him and plotting your next moves.

A few hours later, morning broke and so did your peace. A loud banging at your door makes your heart race from surprise. You prayed silently that it’s no police as you bounded toward your door and look through the peephole.

You jumped back just as fast when you recognize the face, snatching your bonnet off and fingering your curls loose to be more presentable. You scuttled over to a nearby mirror to check that your shirt had no stains, and shorts no holes. All looked clear but you didn’t want to open the door in loosely fitted mickey mouse pajama bottoms, changing fast into some boy shorts.

After a quick change, you finally answered the door, to be greeted by his broad back. He wore a tank top today, mauve pink of all colors, giving a full show to the power he packed in his arms. Plus his hair was out of its man bun, showing off its waves, looking so touchable. His jeans and boots looked like the same ones from the last time you saw him. You chuckle to yourself over his laziness.

He turned to you like a shampoo commercial with his hands on his hips. “You put your crap on my bike?”

You crossed your arms and leaned on your frame, shrugging. “No idea what you’re talking about.

He pulls a cardboard box from beside him with empty water bottles and old cereal boxes.

“You think it’s funny, playing crap Jenga on my property?”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not crap, it’s reusable, remember? Look, I got your note about recycling. I just wanted to let you know I am way ahead of you. My contributions are better than that gas you spew in the air from your bike.”

“Single use plastics are one of the biggest contributors to the destruction of earth’s ecosystems. Why the hell would you waste money on them anyway? Get a filter and a steel bottle-”

“Please! Can you stop telling me what to do like I ain’t grown! I know how sustainability works, that’s why I’m re-cy-cling! Now if that’s suddenly a bad to do, I’ll Google that, but you ain’t God here.”

His stare read threatening to you, but you weren’t afraid of him trying you. He seemed to be the type to not be challenged often and you yourself loved a challenge. Multitasking the stare down, you memorize his facial features from his shaggy facial hair to the break in his eyebrow from an old scar.

You work your neck for emphasis. “Are we done here?”

He scoffs, kicking the box toward you before strolling off. “Stop using single use plastics.”

“Ok, George of the Jungle!” You taunt, sending him off with a wave. Closing your door, you laugh out loud, giving a fist pump to the air. You won this round whether he acknowledges it or not. Plus you never heard that engine all day afterwards, catching up on your rest.

A couple weekends passed and one hungry morning you realize you’re low on food to eat. You can’t chill on an empty stomach so you get your stuff to head out to your car.

The sky was cloudy that day, making you yawn involuntarily as you start your engine. It sputters, trying to turn over, but won’t kick off. You tried this four or five more times before you sit back, punching your steering wheel. Of all days for this to happen, today ain’t it.

Suddenly the roar of a motorbike distracted you in the distance and a horrible thought passes your brain. Jason knew his way around a motorbike, so a car shouldn’t be too different, right?

You get out the car and stomp towards the other end of the parking lot where you see you neighbor mounting his motorbike.

“Hey! Hey!” You yelled out, waving him down. He saw and you notice his shoulders jump a little as a smile crawls across his face. You weren’t expecting that reaction.

“I’m gonna be outta your hair, I got my girl fixed up and I’m taking her for a spin. Continue to catch your beauty sleep, doll,” he says sarcastically.

You look at his bike and gave the tire a kick. "I'm not worried about that. Glad you got it up and running."

Jason turned off the engine and scratched his beard, coming to a standing. "What’s going on?"

You shrug, making Jason laugh hard.

"Now I really know something is up. This is the first time you are speechless AND the last thing you said was nice? What did you do?"

You tried to fight your attitude because you still needed to ask if he could help you.

"I mean, I still think the bike looks rusty and dusty. Can’t tell it from some junkyard scrap but hey, there’s a pulse!"

Jason pointed at you, clicking his tongue. "And a good morning to you as well." He kicks on his motor again and begins to move.

"Wait wait!" You shouted.

He turns the bike off again. "Sweetheart, I got little patience."

You groan. "My car won't start. I was hoping you could give it a look."

“DO I look like a mechanic?” he asks, leaning forward on his bike.

You stared at him dumbfounded. “You literally work on this bike all the time! No one is doing that shit without some experience!”

“A motorcycle is not a car, ma’am,” he said. “Apples and oranges. Hell, their practically fishes and trees!”

“Do you really wanna insult my intelligence?”

Jason held his hands up in the air. “I don’t have to do anything when it comes to you. You come with drama and mess in tow, and I’m tired of hearing it, if we’re being honest.” He got up from his bike, heading in the opposite direction on you.

A raindrop on your face snapped you back to reality and by the time you looked up the clouds opened up their floodgates.

You covered your head. “Dammit! Jason!”

You ran after him as he continued to stomp on to his place. “There’s a thing called humility and being a good neighbor and something tells me you haven’t learned that before.” He stops in the middle of his yard whipping around to face you. His hair soaked in rain yet maintaining its wave intrigued you. Most people look like a sad dog in the rain, but the wetness amplified his stoic appeal.

“You’re spoiled,” he says, rain falling off his lips as he enunciated.

“I need help! That’s all I’m asking!”

“You don’t ask! You demand! You demand I be quiet and play childish games when people call you out.” His voice became more aggressive with demonstrative movement to emphasize his words.

You clasped your hands together. “Oh! Well it looks like you’re just used to doing shit YOUR way, and no one had the BALLS to step to you. Well I am, so what?”

You step right under his nose, rain from his body drops in your face. He looked down at you amused.

“You better run along before you do something you can’t take back,” he warns.

“I don’t have regrets, just learned lessons. So what you got?”

“What I got?”

“Yeah, what-”

His lips crashed into yours with momentum and strength. His hands gripped your arms a little too tightly, making your hands splay in a shocked manner, unable to move. His force mixed with the weather conditions made it hard to breathe and your will to do so causes you to push him back with as much strength as you can.

“What the FUCK WAS THAT?!” You scream, wiping your mouth to no avail.

He stands there frozen, breathing hard. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Like hell you don’t! This the shit I’m saying!” You gawk at him, seeing his shirt cling to his body as the rain weighs down the fabric. Jason whipped his hair back unapologetically.

“I told you. You’re spoiled. I don’t kiss your ass, so you’re mad.”

“I don’t remember asking you to kiss me at all, did I?”

He shrugs. “I didn’t ask you to get in my face and threaten me, yet here we are. Go dry off,” he says, taking himself back to his place and leaving you in the rain.

Later that night, you’re in the midst of finishing up twisting your hair for the night when you hear the familiar sound of an engine blaring.

You check the time, 12:35 AM. You’re instantly fuming, twirling a mad finger around your last twist end and putting on your robe.

Stomping outside, you see him clear as day, outlined by the parking lot lights. Jason sits on his bike revving it over and over as you walked closer and closer. You get about 30 feet away from him when he turns the bike off.

“You fucking get on my damn nerves. I’m sick of this!” You shout at him.

He got off his bike, standing with his hands in his pockets. Soon as you were within arms length, you raise your hand and bring it to the back of his neck, pulling him into you. You were ready this time, opening up to take hi essence in with your own. Your fingers clutch the roots of his hair, pulling yourself up to him as much as possible until he helped you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he doesn’t miss a beat in your mouth as he lifts you to his level and you wrap your arms around his neck. You bit his lips, groaning into his mouth excitedly.

“I told you, I step up if you try me.” you say.

He licks his wounded lips, eyes heavy with anguish. “And I can take a hit, if necessary.”

You both stumble back to your place, fighting to feel each other’s skin quicker than you could get undressed. You let your robe fall off at the door.

Your scratch at the bottom of Jason’s shirt, pulling it up as he surrenders his arms to your tugs, shaking his hair loose once you’ve freed him.

He pulled your hair back roughly, exposing your neck to his tongue grazing the pulse point of your neck. Your nails dig into his hips as you fight the ticklish sensation, making him groan.

“Watch those claws, kitty,” he warns, taking liberties with your body. The palms of his hands feel rough against your stomach when he traces your curves up to your breasts. You breathe erratically, feeling the warm arousal build as your nipples greet his fingertips, but you pushed him back roughly. As he stumbles, he looks at you defensively.

“Am I moving too fast?” He asks as his chest rises and falls heavily. You take your shirt off, standing in just your underwear. He starts to unbutton his pants…

“Stop! Don’t.” You command.

He freezes in mid zipper pull, looking frustrated. “Look if this ain’t happening, just-”

“Did I say nothing is happening? I told you to stop. And it would be good if you just listened, for once,” you say, dropping your voice lower and quieter. You walked up to him, moving his hand aside, pushing him against the wall.

“You find me attractive, right?” You ask as your fingers find his zipper and pull it the rest of the way down.

He keeps his poker face as you stare him down. “I do. You’re very sexy.”

As he admits this, your palm slides down his stomach and under his waistband. Under your touch you feel him grow, making your heart skip.

“Not sexy enough. You still got some growing up to do I see,” you reply as you pull his bottoms down, letting his dick recoil from its boundaries.

Jason exhales sharply, bracing his back against the wall. “You don’t have to.”

You settle down to your knees, observing the specimen before you, gripping his shaft as you look up at him. “You don’t want me to?”

His hair framing his face, he pulls it back taking a deep breath. “You got my dick in your hands, and you think I’m backing down now?”

“Then tell me what you want me to do…” You say quietly, biting your lip as you watch him while stroking him, blowing slowly along his length, lips puckered and tempting.

He reached for the top of your head gently massaging your scalp. “I want that big mouth to show me what it can do.”

You smirk, letting your tongue flutter around his tip, warming him up. You feel his scalp massage slow as your lips softly kiss his member. His head falls backward as you open your mouth wider, swallowing his girth deeper. You look up at him, massaging his balls.

“Oh God, you’re amazing. Your mouth so soft,” he moans, looking down at you, jutting his hips towards your face minutely.

You allow your throat to open a bit more, taking hold of his thighs as he pushes himself into your mouth deeper.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Just look at you.” He pulls out of you, bending down to take you in for a kiss. He tastes himself within your mouth, fully devouring your mouth in a kiss. You hold his hands against your face as he embraces you, feeling overwhelmed with passion.

“Fuck me, now.” You growl into his face, getting up. He pushes you against the wall he once stood, pulling your underwear down to your ankles, you steady your hands on his wide shoulders.

He stands up looking you deep into your eyes as you reach for his dick, coaxing him to move on, but he grabs your wrists, setting them on his shoulders.

“You’re too impatient,” He says, running his finger across your cheek, nuzzling his nose against yours.

You exhale. “Damn right I am. The one thing we can get along about, you’re trying to postpone.”

He chuckles, feeling between your thighs. “You’re this wet for me? You like me more than I thought.”

You roll your eyes, closing them when his fingers fit so easily inside of you, digging your nails into his shoulders. “Maybe I just like the sex. Thought of that?”

He shrugs. “Let’s see what fits and talk later. Your pink looks real good.”

He grips his hands under you, lifting you and wrapping your legs around his waist in one movement.

As he holds you, you feel for his dick, helping to guide his tip to your entrance.

“Teamwork, right?” You gasp as he spreads you wider, pushing himself inside of you. You exclaim, gripping the back of his neck for dear life.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks.

You shake your head. “No, keep going. I want more.”

He obeys, pushing further inside your walls.

“That’s it baby, deeper.” You encourage him, you tighten up around him as your body relaxes to the new sensation.

Jason’s hands travel around your back, holding you close as works his length into you, working his hips like it’s his job.

“Ah, your pussy is so good baby.” Jason moans in your ears.

“This pussy is good to you cuz that dick. Give it to me, harder.”

Jason rams his length inside you, holding still as you writhe, repeating the action over and over.

“Yes, oh yes,” you cry out, feeling tears reach the corners of your eyes, feeling a wave of pleasure creep and spread throughout your body.

Jason pounds your deeper, harder as you cry out, digging into his back, he pulls your mouth to his, kissing you passionately.

“You take me so well. I knew you were tough. Keep cumming, I want all of you on me,” he says. You cover his mouth.

“Shut up, or I won’t stop,” you feel your body buckle under the pressure. It became too much.

Jason opens his mouth, sucking two of your fingers as his pace quickens.

“I’m close baby, hang on.” Jason cautions, gripping your breasts and he rests into the crook of your neck, giving all of himself into you.

His hand moves between your breasts, tracing your sweat with his lips. He grunts with a guttural tone, “Looks good.”

“Pull…” you say weakly between breaths, barely able to think straight. Your body feels like it’s floating away from you as you hit another orgasm before you feel yourself go empty. You look down to see Jason jacking against your stomach, strips of white paint your belly as he howls in euphoria.

You notice your heartbeat for the first time, pounding in your chest but you felt no stress. Your mind is hazy as Jason talks but you can’t fully register what he’s saying. He holds your face, looking concerned as he picks you up to take you to his bedroom lying you down.

You feel a towel on your stomach as you lay on your back, completely checked out of your surroundings.

“Sure, you can spend the night, no problem.” Jason says half-jokingly as he crawls to the other side of the bed, pulling a blanket over the both of you. You feel his hands in your hair, gentle massaging your curls as your eyes close.

The next morning, you wake with a fright, feeling this arm laid across your waist like a boa constrictor. A snore behind your head makes you nearly jump out of bed.

“Good morning, beautiful,” a gruff sounding Jason stretches, kissing your shoulder.

“Whoa, whoa. Don’t do that,” you say, sitting up and covering yourself in your section of the blanket.

Jason tousles his hair, moving closer to you. “Oh no? I can’t initiate this time?”

You push his face back. “You can’t initiate ever! This isn’t a back to back thing, so don’t think you got rights to me. Where are my clothes?”

You see your drawers, robe and shirt by the front door. “Can you close your eyes as I get my stuff?”

Jason lays back with his hands behind his head. “Take the blanket. I don’t mind my body being out.”

You make a face. “Ew, just close your eyes and turn your head.” Jason covers his face like he’s getting ready to play Tag.

You gather your panties, slipping them on.

“You don’t have to run off so fast, we were just getting to know each other better.” JAson says behind his hands.

You talk through your shirt. “Bullshit. Don’t make this bigger than it is.”

Jason drops his hands. “So there’s nothing to discuss?”

You shrug your robe on, running your fingers over your twists that are now sexed over and slept on as best you could. “I’ve already forgotten what we are talking about.”

He nods. “Well I am glad you got function back to your legs.” He smiles widely.

You groan. “Happens all the time, you aren’t special. And take your trash out, smells like shit in here.”

“That’s just sex in the air, sweetheart.” Jason waves you goodbye as you flip him off, walking out the door. When you reach your place, you take a deep breath, feeling the aftermath of last night coursing through your body still. You felt positively sore, like after a good workout. It replays in your head over and over; his hands on your body, his deep kisses, his taste. You shake your head, trying to free your mind. No way is he taking up any space in your memory. It’s over and done. You take the morning to shower off, somewhat thoughtfully.

The next day you got ready for work, feeling better than you had in a while. Dick was not the reason, so you thought. You felt all around more positive until your peace became disturbed.

“No, no, no, NO!” You yell out. “It’s not even the fucking weekend!”

You pick up your purse, looking for your keys. You curse yourself for keeping car keys and house keys separate until you remember you are without a working vehicle.

“FUCK!” You didn’t want to see, you wouldn’t. You’ll text your job and tell them what’s up and call a car. Problem solved.

You get out of your place, locking the door and notice the hood of your car up and Jason sitting in the front seat.

He turns off the engine, closing the hood, leaning on the car as he looked at you. “Turns out I know cars after all.”

“Am I supposed to say thank you? For stealing my keys?” you say with a sour disposition.

He tosses the keys in the air, catching them. “You left them at my place. I thought it was an invitation.”

“None of it was an invitation. Give them to me.” You walk up to him with your hand out like a three year old. When he drops them in your hand, he doesn’t let go.

“Say….”

You tighten your lips for what felt like an eternity until you say, “Thanks!”

He lets go with a smile and walks away. “I swear I was gonna do it regardless, but you had to initiate so…”

“You kissed me first!” you shout a little too loudly for a neighborhood.

He looks back winking at you. “And don’t throw something away that’s reusable.”

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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"Kai-" You whined holding the box up "Please love I never once played this in the forst place!"

"Is a game for kids (Y/N), we are adults." He showed with his palm at both of you, arching one eyebrow up "See the difference? So that's still a no."

You sighed in defeat, holding the box in one hand while getting up from your bed to quit the room.

"Where are you going?" He more demanded than asked, but the feeling was still there.

"Tell Kurono and Irinaka that you aren't going to participate." You pointed innocently at the direction of the living room.

He deadpanned at that explanation... no, no they didn't just...

"They agreed on playing... this?" He pointed at the box in your hands while you nodded.

"I gave them the idea and Irinaka's words were- wait a minute," you lifted one of your fingers up before coughing " 'HeLL YeAh A BiT oF FuCKinG FUn On ThIS DaMN HoUSE!' While Kurono just sayed 'Yeah sure why not?'"

Okay, first; he had to bite the inside of his cheek to contain his chuckle at your own immitation of Mimic's voice.

Second... did the most trustful commurates of his accepted on playing such a childish game? WITH HIS ANGEL WITHOUT ASKING HIM FIRST?

Oh not fucking happening.

"There is no way that you're going to give up on playing this, right?" He sighed in annoyance before you shook your head.

"I never played 'Jenga'..." you pouted and made those puppy eyes once again in a last attempt of tagging your boyfriend along "Please my devil?" You cooed "I promise I will play with you all the rounds of Shogi with you but please just this once?"

He hated those puppy eyes with such passion. Not because they were disgusting or anything related, no, it was because he couldn't say no to them. He just COULDN'T.

He sighed through his mask and llacedd his gloved hands on the inside of his pocket while walking towards you.

At least he got a time alome with you after, and as a bonus his favorite game, which he not only admired by the rules but he could see that adorable pout of yours whenever you losed.

Which was almost all the time.

"One round. And we call it night. Understood?" He rolled his eyes at your happy expression as you thanked him with a kiss on his mask, surprinsing him for a bit.

"Yes Kai I did brush my teeth and showered..." You huffed while he sighed a relieved 'thank god'.

"You three better not use your quirks on this I swear." You mumbled as you positioned the pieces together, ignoring Mimic's snickering.

"My quirk is not exactly suitable for this, and I am not in the mood to be killed or to be screamed over later." Chrono said pointing at on one his arrows in his head.

"Can't say the same for me though. These things are smaller than a fridge so-"

"So you better shut your mouth Mimic, and do not dare to enter those things." You and Chrono snickered at the way Mimic flinched at Chisaki's tone of voice as he stared at you building that tiny little tower.

"Ridiculous..." he mumbled through his mask before pushinh you to sit on his lap instead of the cushion.

You blushed at the avtion awhile Chrono and Mimic only satred for a couple of seconds in disbelief and yet finding that scene extremely hilarious.

"Any words spoken about this that left of either of you two mouths expect that your bodies will be found in nine dofferent countries." He said darkly before tapping your thigh. "You start."

"A-Ah! Y-yeah I forgot!"

Ok, he had to admit it. This game was way tense and stressful than he thought bit incredibly at testing your physical habbilits.

He also lost count of how many times you send him a look whenever he threatened to use his quirk when he thought the tower was just too trembling and at the point of falling.

"Shit. Why you bunch of people leave the harddest for me?" Hari complaimed as he eyed the atrocity of the tower, thinking of how and which one he was going to push without being prejudiced by it.

"Hurry arrow haired you got only one minute left." Mimic said between laughter as he holded the timer.

"Shut the fuck up Irinaka." He mumbled in response as you giggled, the vibrations hitting Chisaki's chest in the most glorious way.

Huh... this was actually kinda nice.

"Twenty seconds blockhead." Kai said monoustly bit with a hint of arrogance and teasing om his voice.

Which happily you were the only one that got it.

"Kai he is your childhood friend. Don't be so cruel." You whispered to him with a smile whole he arched one of his eyebrows.

"I am being realistic and he is being a idiot, there is at least 45 per cent that this thinh will fall." He whispered lowly back in your ear while you mumbled 'is that so?' With a evil smirk.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6-" you counted along with Mimic, whoose was almost dying from laughter.

"Oh screw you (Y/n)." Chisaki's hold on you tighten as his eyes narrowed at Kurono in a murderous way.

"What did you just said Chronostasis?" He went to take his glove off before you stopped him with a smile.

"Relax, is just a game and I poked him. It happens."

"That doesn't mean he has the right on talking with you like that." He growled before Kurno just mumbled a 'fuck it' a d just took one alleatory block of the tower.

Which didn't fell.

"SUCK THAT MIMIC!" Kurono almost throwed the block on Mimic with his enthusiasm while Irinaka just looked at the tower with a look that screamed 'I'm fucked.'.

"See why I prefer Shogi instead? It isn't this loud." He said numbly as he secretly carresed your hair from behind, se ding goose bumps onto your whole body each time his gloved fingers touched your scalp.

"Ah come on!" You turned your head to look up at him from his shoulder "I caught you smilling when you were passed without destroying the tower and not using your quirk." You said the last part in a joking manner as he rolled his eyes before both of you jumped at the shout Irinaka just gave it while throwing the block on Kurono's head.

Yeah, he didn't back down.

"My turn!" You chirped as you eyed the tower, choosing the best one to not ruin it for your victory.

While Kai was mentally expecting that things fall, Kurno and Mimic were being very... vocal about it before Chisaki sended them a glare.

Hypocrite.

You successfully and slowly took one of the blocks away with a 'yes' as Kai carresed your side as a reward bjt still a bit dissapointed that it didn't fell.

"Your turn boss."

Chisaki arched his back a bit, covered chin almost resting over your shoulder as he analyzed and prepared his strategy with the little time he had.

The base was a totally forbidden area, the sides were too unstable, and the top completely destroyed ... he looked more carefully until he noticed a piece in the middle that could easily be removed without the tower falling... he smirked underneath his mask and went to pick, already claiming his victory because there was no way that Kurono could take another piece without making the tower fall.

You three weren't even surprised at that, Kai was way too smart for these things but still was fun, and in your case cute and hot as hell, seing his concetrate face.

Before he could even push it from out of there a voice echoed on the room.

"What is going on here?" Pops asked with curiosity but still smirked at the sign.

This took Chisaki's concentration away and he accidentally let the tower fall... making him, Mimic Chrono and you go wide eyed as you three jaws almost hitted the floor.

Did... did Overhaul just... lost?

"HoLY SHIt ThIS Is FoR ThE REcoRd! OvErHaUL JuST LoST!" Mimic broked the silent while screaming in laughter, making you and Chrono crack into your owns as Chisaki stared at it... disbelief lrinted on his face.

"I swear I never once saw that this day was even going to become reality holy shit!" Kurno said between laughter, not caring about the death glare he was receiving from Chisaki.

"W-what-" you tried once "What did you say about this being a game for kids my devil?" He pinched your side and one of your thighs for that, bit you only muffled your laughter on his neck, feeling the vibrations while he growled in irritation.

"Place that thing back together again, it didn't count."

"It didn't count my-" Chrono punched the back of his Mimic's neck before he could say any thing as he mumbled a 'sure'

"Will you four mind if I join you? A bit of distraction is never a bad thing." Pops asked while taking a sit between you and Irinaka, since you had gotten off of Chisaki's lap for respect at the old man.

Pops participating or not, he was going to crush his enemies mercilessly...

Ah, he felt your hand on his gloved ones... adorable but that wont save his angel.

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cosmicclownboy · 4 years

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"Not that I don't mind our little bonding one to ones but may I ask why we are doing this again?" "So you know that my toxic masculinity bro days are over. Me and Rosa did a quiz today and turns out blue is my spirit colour so let's get to it, Manes".

Excitedly clapping and inspecting the bottle with his fingers Kyle looks at peace so who is Alex to object to it. He can't say teen Alex expected this friendship to flourish again let alone be sitting in Kyle's apartment with a bottle of red painting Kyle's nails with a shade called Sultry Sapphire. But Alex knows more than anyone that adaptability is a huge part of life. Change is inevitable. And this is a change that he's glad for. It doesn't feel weird or out of place. It feels almost like he's slowly refinding everything he once lost. Jenga tournaments as kids turned into drinking games and poker and fishing turned into going to the same gym. Eventually, Isobel fishes out which gym and excitedly exclaims gym buddies. It's actually really fun even if he has to witness his training on her Instagram feed. Being in an alien exist clubhouse is difficult him and Kyle have pretty heavy-duty careers and having the most practical sense vs the people in said group who would prod a bear simply to see how it would react well their friendship blossomed. Finishing the last touches he goes for the wine in a latte mug.

"Right this will dry in a couple of minutes. Then it's my turn, Manes. I hope you're ready for iridescent fantasy 69". He almost groans at the choice in colour with swirls of blues, pinks and purples Alex is immediately taken to the pieces in Michael's bunker all shiny and beautiful. Judging by the smirk he gets the Ortecho Valenti sibling team-up happened behind the scenes. "Seriously where did Rosa get these from? there are two women on the front having sex" "Someone she met in rehab - don't ask"

"So....hows things in the dating universe?" "Forest and Liz signed me to Grindr without my permission.....and there's only so many times I can open up a message to see literal junk mail. I also went out on a date with a man who's fetish was sucking toes he seemed unnaturally interested in the prospect of banging a man with only the one foot. Four times. Four times I've been set up with someone with the oddest fetish". This seems to gage a reaction out of Kyle who rolls a little around the floor with a chuckle holding the brush from the nail polish close to his chest trying his best not to sour the rug. "Alex you've spent the last ten years fucking an alien. You have a rain fetish dude and don't even try it Liz told me about your rain scented angst candle sessions" Oh, he is going to have words with Liz. "Hey, did I ever tell you about the time I got pegged behind a target" Alex groans heavily.

Liz feigns ignorance when Alex corners her in the Crashdown and she, of course, tries to bat her eyelashes at him thinking it'd affect him. He's a man of stone. He will not be immediately forgiving by a kind smile.Nope.Not happening. It at least has to include a free hug and the first round of drinks which occurs a week later dressed in his tightest jeans and Kyle moping because Steph left had him. Liz and Kyle made it to Planet 7 a place Kyle thrives in. "Look it's glitter night Kyle you love glitter night the shots are half off".Liz is doing her best to brighten the mood despite her own romantic failings anytime the name Max is spoken she looks haunted. And hey who is he gonna judge he knows how easy it is to get an alien under your skin he's hitting 12 years in a month and he's wondering what it would be in anniversary terms. Google tells him it's silk he almost laughs at the idea of giving Michael any clothing in that fabric the man was rugged jeans and t-shirts. When his phone is stolen by Liz who pushes a shot in his direction he remembers why he's here. Have fun with his friends. Solidarity in suffering. The drinks flow easily to the booth he's had a pina colada some other fruity drinks and a bunch of shots. At first, he didn't feel anything, not even a buzz but after twenty minutes he feels sluggish and slow. Everything moving at a different rate then it did before. You should call Michael" Liz is shouting it off from the dancefloor of which she's tripped twice on and yet somehow she's beaming. Everything just kind of blurs together after that doesn't even realise he's on his bed until his hands are grasping the pillow. And faintly he feels a kiss on his head.

Drinking is a fun idea until the Hangover hits. He's starting to remember why he doesn't usually drink. His head is just throbbing he's trying his best to turn on soldier mode darting his eyes around trying to survey the room. Okay, the only clothes by the bed are his that's good. That's great one thing he doesn't have to worry about. There are a couple of pills on a plate by a glass of water with the box to show him what it is. And he's pretty sure there's a bin by the bed and end table... Someone took care of him. Who? He takes a very long shower water hits his skin until he feels anew or at least a little more bearable. It's only when he's drying off and hearing a faint hum of music that he remembers. Oh god.

"Guerin, it's me, Alex ... shoul-should of probably said Alex first how can you know it's me it's unspecific. Can you come home now my beds all big and fluffy and I want your fluffy hair in it.I miss your hair it's soft. Can you come save me Kyle keeps waving me over to dance with a drag queen and a stripper and I don't want to- "MIKEY WE'RE AT PLANET 7 COME DANCE WITH US" He really can't catch a break. "You know every minute you stay in there is a minute longer the pancakes get cold. And you should know I make a mean stack of chocolate chip pancakes"

He doesn't know what he's expecting when he first leaves his bedroom. He's nervous. After the song, he promised himself he would not make the first move. If Michael wants him he's going to have to say it in words to his face and communicate it to him. He's tired of metaphors and unspoken words. Trust drunk Alex to immediately ignore what he wants and skip right to the stroking Michael's hair part. Which yes he wants to do all the time. He finds Michael in the kitchen using a metal utensil as a mirror checking his teeth, his hair before straightening his shirt and patting his jeans down. He's nervous too. His heart stutters a little at the thought. Michael places the table settings and looks up with a small smile. "Hi" "Hi" He gestures to the table. "It's not much I had to run to the store you have the cupboard of an 18-year-old student" Even hungover and tired he can't fight the smile on his face. "Between my work hours and alien scooby sleuthing don't always have the time or energy" "I'm sor "If you apologise I will steal all your pancakes, Guerin" Despite his head throbbing and his leg killing him it's probably the best morning he'd had in a long time. A bird is flying past the window. His dog is sleeping soundly in his bed. The smell of flowers from the vase in the middle of the table is melding with the smell of warm chocolate. And if he dares a glance from his plate he sees the man he loves chewing on pancakes slowly with a small smile on his face. It's peaceful like something out of a movie.

"I don't know if you remember the voicemail you gave me you were pretty wasted. I gave all of you guys a ride home. Valenti threw up on my sneakers I uh was glad I wasn't wearing my good boots" Michael looks the most vulnerable he's seen him in years moving his fork around the pancake in front of him. He drops his fork and squeakily moves his chair closer and reaches for both his hands. "I'm so sorry for everything. This past year especially" Michael is trying his best to hold back his tears sniffing trying to get whatever words he wants to get out - out. "You know I've uh been seeing a therapist the last couple of months and she's great you know she calls me out on my victim complex crap and gives me all kinds of homework that sometimes bugs me but it's been helping. She asked me to write a list of things I wanted and at first, I couldn't do it for weeks I just stared at the page and couldn't I didn't think I deserved to write one. Eventually, I did. Can I read it to you?"

He squeezes his hands briefly before bringing his hands to his cheeks softly stroking in encouragement.

"Number 1, Don't be angry anymore it doesn't make you happy it hurts you and it's hurt the people that you love. Number 2, Spend more time with Max and Isobel as a family. Number 3, Remember you are loved and wanted by Isobel, Max, Sanders and Alex make sure to let them know that they are your family. Number 4, tell Alex that you stole his guitar on purpose that day you heard him play at work once and you just wanted to know him. Number 5, tell Alex that stealing his guitar and falling in love with him was the best thing that ever happened to me. You can read the rest if you want" The list is the closest thing to a love letter he's ever gotten off of Michael and everything he reads is everything he wants for Michael. He wants Michael to be happy to love himself to know he's wanted and love. Even seeing minor things like I want to hold Alex's hand makes him emotional. He wants all those things too. He wants a life with Michael. He wants Michael. And everything he reads and hears as Michael reads out the lines without the paper has his heart racing.

There no longer are metaphors in the air it's words pure and simple.

He supposes he should kiss Michael but he chooses a different kind of embrace one he wanted to do for a while he wraps Michael in a hug it's warm and tight he hopes he knows in this hug how much he loves him. And if he doesn't know he can say he'll say it every day until Michael understands it. "Want to watch a bad movie on the couch and cuddle?" Michael's grip on his shirt lessons and a muffled chuckle and a nod is conveyed against his chest. Armed with coffee and a bag of chips they make their way on the sofa. The question of big spoon is gone straight away when Michael makes grabby motions with his hands. His head is pressed into his chest and Alex feels at home and at peace. They flick through the channels. "Have you seen this one?" "Have I seen a film about a flesh-eating octopus fighting a giant shark? no, can't say I have". The movie is terrible as expected laughably so but the thing that makes it one of his favourites is Michael's anger towards the films plot. "So the giant shark was actually a robot designed by a bored rich kid who wanted to prod fish which caused the flesh-eating octopus to become feral and murder a bunch of people? They didn't explain anything about the flesh-eating octopus the whole plot doesn't make any sense" Rubbing his stomach in low circles and dotting a kiss to his collarbone he smirks at Michael's investment. "And another thing -mmph" He leans back. Michael's eyes are closed his lips are puckered he pouts when he realises he hasn't come back up to kiss him "You were saying?" "I'm shutting up now....hey come back up here and kiss me"

#malex #listen its kylizex friendship hours #malexfic

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Jungkook and Jennie get competitive over you.

Word Count: 6.8k

Pairing: Jungkook x You x Jennie

Genre: Smutty Smut, angst

A/N: Thanks for being so patient you guys!

You chucked a second pillow at Jennie, which she also caught after dropping the first on the ground.

“How long were you watching!? How much did you see!?”

“Only all of it. You’re such a SLUT!” Jennie threw both pillows back at you, but they missed and landed on the bed. “You’ll get this,” Jennie thrusted her hips forward, “when I say you can get this.” She mocked Jungkook with derision, making you gasp and laugh at the same time.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!!!” You lunged at the smaller girl, starting a wild chase around the room.

“Oh I want to die after witnessing that!” Jennie paused mid chase to defend herself with your lamp. “Trust me, it wasn’t my intention! I was in here because I wanted to apologize for running out on you earlier. Next thing I knew, you and fuckboy were coming in making out, so I had to think fast and ended up jumping in the closet!” The girl stared at you warily, searching your eyes for understanding. You took a moment to process what she was saying, then snatched the lamp out of her hands.

After a moment you chuckled and shook your head. “You’re such a freak, Jennie Kim. What am I going to do with you!?” Jennie stuck her tongue out at you in response. “Anyway…you don’t have to apologize. I’m the one who’s sorry for not having told you until last minute, I know you worry about me.” You smiled and ruffled Jennie’s hair, making the girl pout.

“Yeah…whatever. So, you guys went on a date huh? How was it?” The thin girl stepped out of her shoes and settled on your bed. You decided to join her before replying.

“It was… It was amazing.” You blushed unashamedly recalling the entire date. “He’s really funny and such a gentleman.” Jennie stared at you with pursed lips as you went on and on about your gigantic crush on Jeon Jungkook.

Eventually, you nodded off mid-story while hugging your pillow. Jennie watched you sleep for a while, staring at your slightly agape lips breathing in and out. She thought about how easy it would be to just lean in and kiss them, and about whether she should or not. Jennie watched you sleep for a little longer before finally deciding to plant a feather-light kiss on your lips. Her mouth tingled with the forbidden feeling of your mouth on hers. She slowly pried the pillow out of your arms and replaced it with herself, nuzzling up to you and falling asleep in your arms soon after.

Jungkook felt a rush after leaving your apartment so suddenly. He lingered on the steps wondering if he should go back inside before setting off to visit his friend nearby. It took Jungkook 17 minutes to walk to his Yoongi’s house, which was plenty of time to mull over the events of the night. He loved the way your laughed consisted of high-pitched squeals then died in your throat as you were being tickled. He loved how soft your hand was in his, and how laser-focused you were on the movie despite being on a date. He loved the way you challenged him in bed, almost a little too much. I definitely want to take my time with her, he thought. It was the first time in a while that he wasn’t utterly bored on a date.

“Open up!”, Jungkook pounded on the door before it swung open.

“Jesus, I have a doorbell dipshit!” Random visits did not bode well with the grumpy older guy, but his friends never seemed to care.

“And I,” Jungkook pushed his way passed the blonde boy “just got back from a date!”

Yoongi followed him into his living room where he was already setting up Mario Kart 8 on the television. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard that correctly. My friend, who is notorious for turning women down in favor of studying or playing videogames, went on a date?! You’re shitting me.” Yoongi picked up a controller and took a seat next to Jungkook on the couch.

Jungkook laughed as he responded, “I don’t know man. Usually that’s the case but…she piqued my interest and after tonight…I kinda want to see where this goes.”

Yoshi flew off the track on rainbow road as Yoongi froze to contemplate his friend’s words. This was all too weird for him, not because dating was weird, but because Jungkook dating was strange. After a moment, he resumed playing the match. “So, who’s this enchantress then?”

“I don’t know if you know her, her name’s Y/N. She’s a senior and she works at that suit shop downtown.”

“Wait wait wait.” Yoshi missed a turn and fell off again, making Yoongi lose at the last minute. “Y/N? Tall, curly-haired, always looks serious?”

Jungkook turned to Yoongi in confusion, “Yeah! You know her?”

“Hell yeah I know her! She came to my last party. You were there, I’m surprised you didn’t fall in love then.” Yoongi pinched Jungkook’s cheeks, effectively annoying him.

Jungkook slapped Yoongi’s hand off his face. “I think I would’ve remembered seeing her. Anyway, why have you never introduced us?”

The older friend rolled his eyes. “Remember the last girl I introduced you to at one of my parties? That went real well Jeon.” Yoongi remarked sarcastically. The mere memory was enough to annoy him. “You know I ended up having to block her number? She wouldn’t stop harassing me after you ghosted her.”

Jungkook scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Sorry about that, again. But Y/N, she’s a good girl you think?”

“Yeah, she’s just as much of a nerd as you.” He chuckled before becoming pensive.

“But?” Jungkook sensed there was more coming.

“Well, you might have your hands full with her best friend. She’s totally gay for Y/N, never lets anyone get too close to her. Jennie Kim, heard of her?”

“That sounds familiar,” Jungkook paused for a moment before realization hit, “wait don’t tell me she’s that rich girl you grew up with?”

“That’s the one!” Yoongi initiated another match but Jungkook was still reeling from the new information.

“And…gay? For Y/N? Are they like…dating or something?”

“They may as well be. They’re inseparable. But don’t let that hold you back dude. Shoot your shot!” Jungkook thoughtfully nodded and picked his controller back up. “May the best pussy win.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Laughter filled the room as both of them sat back on the couch unable to breathe with tears in their eyes.

10:38 pm – Hey

You paused Netflix with your toe since Cheeto dust covered your fingers. Squinting in the darkness of your bedroom, you made out the simple text sent from Jungkook. It had been almost two weeks since you’d heard from him and even though you had plenty of things keeping you busy, his unexplained silence annoyed you. You sucked your fingers clean before responding.

10:40 pm – What’s up?

10:41 pm – Nothing much, thinking about you 😉

You rolled your eyes and heaved as you texted back.

10:45 pm – Barf

He replied almost immediately.

10:46 pm – LOL no but srsly, when can I see you again?

All you wanted was to see him and hear from him, but his nonchalant behavior was turning you off. You sighed and texted him back one last time before chucking your phone and resuming your show.

10:50 pm – I’ll have to check my schedule and get back to you.

Jungkook smiled at your text. He sipped on his drink and nodded as he put his phone back in his pocket. You weren’t making this easy for him whatsoever and he loved it. He also loved that you gave him space to breathe and do his own thing. As he surveyed the room, he realized Quiz Night had attracted nearly half the campus. It had gotten so loud he could barely think, with students clamoring to find groups for the competition. Normally, he would be one of the loudest drunken idiots here, but he arrived much later than his peers and was playing catchup at the bar. As his eyes made their way across the room in amusement, he spotted Yoongi at a table with none other than Jennie Kim. Jungkook’s smile turned crooked. He didn’t know how he always managed to get so lucky, but he never questioned it. The brunette boy downed his gin and tonic in an instant and made his way to the empty chair across from Jennie.

“Is this seat taken?” Jungkook flashed Jennie his million-dollar smile while staring directly into her eyes. The girl blushed, instantly recognizing who he was.

Yoongi’s usual half lidded eyes widened as he looked between his friends. They both had tendencies for being petty, so this encounter instantly made him nervous. This should be interesting, he thought. “Hey man! I didn’t think you were going to make it! Sit down, it’s about to start!”

Jungkook took his seat without leaving Jennie’s eyes. The girl had been stunned into silence, but he knew better than to take in her demeanor as being love-struck. Jennie tongued the inside of her cheek in annoyance, which made Jungkook chuckle silently.

The bar’s DJ lowered the music to announce the commencement of the first round while his assistant handed out one buzzard per table.

“Question one… What is the powerhouse of the cell?” The DJ’s voice boomed over the loudspeaker.

Jennie’s hand pressed the buzzard with lightning fast speed before responding, “The mitochondria!”

“That is correct! One point for table 9.”

“Oh, she speaks!” Jungkook quipped as his competitive side kicked into overdrive.

Yoongi chuckled nervously. “Yeah, Jennie’s hands are quick so I always invite her to Quiz Night when you can’t make it.”

“Just try and keep up Jenga.” Jennie flipped her hair in annoyance.

“It’s Jungkook.”

“Whatever”

Yoongi looked back and forth between the two as their fiery stares charged the mood of the table. He briefly wondered if he should tell you to come get your side pieces, but then decided against bothering you.

The DJ’s voice could be heard over the speakers once more, “Question two…Who is the author of the Goosebumps series?”

Jungkook beat Jennie’s hand to the buzzard, slapping hers in the process before responding, “R. L. Stine!”

“Another point for table nine!” The DJ’s voice bellowed across the bar.

Jennie nursed her hand while staring at the boy incredulously.

“Try and keep up.” Jungkook winked at Jennie before turning his attention to the DJ. Jennie reached into her bag to grab her phone and typed out an angry text to you.

11:36 pm – Fuckboy is getting on my nerves. What do you see in him?!

11:37 pm – Wait, you guys are hanging out?!

11:40 pm – He crashed me and Yoongi’s quality time at the bar. I’m about to leave, he’s so annoying

You considered hopping out of bed, putting on a new outfit and showing up but you didn’t want to give Jeon the satisfaction of giving in so easily. You sighed and fell back onto your bed in defeat. You wanted to save Jennie from Jungkook’s antics, and to see him of course, but you’d have to settle for admonishing him over text.

11:50 pm – Be nice to my friend, OR ELSE!

Jungkook laughed out loud after reading your text, then held it up for the table to see.

“Are you telling on me, little girl?” Before Jennie had a chance to respond, the DJ was asking the next question.

“Question three…Which format is generally used for scientific academic papers?”

Jungkook’s hand beat Jennie to the buzzard once more. “MLA format!”

“Actually, MLA is for research papers, APA format is used for scientific papers.” Jennie corrected him and batted her eye lashes matter-o-factly at Junkook.

“She’s correct, but I have to go with your first answer. Sorry table nine!” The DJ allowed the next fastest buzz to answer the question for the point. Everyone at the bar giggled and whispered about the weird conflict going on at Yoongi’s table. “Alright, that concludes the first round! Get some more drinks and prepare for the next round!”

Yoongi gulped at the tension in the table. Normally, conflict wouldn’t phase him, but seeing two people he cared about act this way was not his idea of a good time. “Ok guys, good round, we’re in the lead at least. Maybe let me get some answers in next round, huh?” He chuckled, trying to defuse the negative energy.

However, Yoongi didn’t get a single word in for the rest of the 10 rounds with Jungkook and Jennie in full blown competition mode. Naturally, their table won, much to the displeasure of the rest of the drunk students just trying to have a good time. The prize was a gift card for free food at the bar across the street, which is where all the students usually headed after Quiz Nights.

Before the DJ was done announcing the runner ups, Jungkook was hastily heading out of the bar to take a phone call. Jennie and Yoongi watched him disappear in confusion, before the assistant came by the table to drop off their prize. After putting their jackets on and weaving through the crowd of students, they finally found Jungkook outside with his phone glued to his ear.

“No…I’m not!” Jungkook sighed deeply as he listened on the phone. “Jisoo! I’m not avoiding you! I promise, I’ve just been…busy. We can go out tomorrow. Okay?” Just then, the boy saw Jennie and Yoongi waiting for him near the entrance with curious looks on their faces. He lowered his voice a few octaves before responding, “The Spanish Manor. 7’o clock tomorrow.” He abruptly hung up before meeting up with his onlookers.

“So, Jennie you coming?” Yoongi held up the gift card and wiggled his eyebrows.

“I’m actually going to head out, three’s a crowd.” She gave him an apologetic look then sneered at Jungkook, whom returned the expression.

“Aww c’mon, you don’t have to go.” Yoongi worriedly ran his fingers through his light hair.

“Nah man, it’s cool. If she wants to go, let her. I guess the competition was too much to handle. She should know there’s only room for two anyway.” Jungkook jutted his chin out and gave her a meaningful look.

Jennie sniggered as she threw her bag over her shoulder. “Oh, just you two? Then why am I on my way to warm her bed then?” Jungkook watched in stunned silence as the girl hailed her personal driver who was parked down the block in a blacked-out vehicle. He couldn’t believe the nerve of this girl. Yoongi couldn’t help but break into a breathy laugh, realizing they weren’t talking about him at all.

“She owned you dude!”

“Shut up.” Jungkook stuffed his hands in his pockets as they crossed the street.

A blaring ringtone woke you up from your sleep. You blindly palmed your nightstand for your phone to see who was calling. It was 3 in the morning and Jungkook was calling you. The last thing you remembered was texting him to leave Jennie alone. Speaking of, you felt her frame warming your side and realized she must have left the bar after all.

“Hey…what’s up?” You groggily whispered into the receiver, careful not to disturb your sleeping visitor.

“Oh shit, did I wake you?” Jungkook loudly slurred into your ear.

“No shit, it’s 3:00 in the morning! What do you want?”

“Oof, feisty!” You could hear Yoongi obnoxiously laughing in the background. “I like that. I like you.”

You could feel your face heat up in the darkness, instantly sobering you. “Oh yeah? You like me?” You thanked the heavens he couldn’t see your answering smile.

“Babe…come back to bed.” Jennie’s head was suddenly resting on your shoulder as she sleepily talked into your ear.

You apologized to Jennie for waking her up before turning back to your phone. “Jungkook, you still there?”

“Sorry, didn’t know I was interrupting something.” He abruptly hung up, leaving you stunned.

“What the fuck? That was so random. Ugh I hope he doesn’t get the wrong idea!”

“Let him think what he wants to, he doesn’t deserve you anyway.” Jennie laid back down on her side and pulled the covers up. You waited until she fell back asleep to text Jungkook.

3:16 am – WTF was that?

3:20 am – You don’t get to ask the questions right now.

3:21 am – That was Jennie you idiot. In case you got the wrong idea…

3:24 am – So there wasn’t anything going on?

3:25 am – NO

3:29 am – Good. Open the door.

Your eyes bulged, realizing Jungkook was on his way to come see you the whole time. You climbed out of your bed carefully and skipped into your bathroom to make sure you looked okay. Closing your bedroom door, you headed to the front door to open it. Jungkook was lounging on your front steps looking as gorgeous as ever. You weren’t sure if your crush on him was making him more attractive in your eyes, but there was no denying the way his bulging thighs in his ripped black jeans and matching leather jacket instantly turned you on.

“Where’s Yoongi?” You kept a straight face, blocking the entrance.

Jungkook climbed up to the last step, meeting you eye to eye.

“Why? Are you trying to make me jealous? Cause it’s working.”

You rolled your eyes, “What are y—” Jungkook suddenly grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you deeply, making the rest of your sentence die in your throat. He smelled of bodywash but tasted like alcohol. Jungkook began stepping you both back into your apartment, closing the front door with his foot. Your lips hadn’t separated while traveling to the couch in your living room, sucking on each other with fervor. You fell back onto the couch as he climbed on top of you, caging your body with his limbs. You ran your fingers through his slick black locks then tugged on them, pulling his head back as you bit his bottom lip. Jungkook grabbed your hands and interlaced your fingers together, pinning you down as he left your lips in favor of planting sloppy kisses below your ear.

You struggled to catch your breath with each kiss getting you more and more excited. “Is this your idea of ‘doing things right’?”

Jungkook froze before bringing his face back up to look at you. “Should I stop?”

“Well…I don’t want you to. But you’re sending me mixed signals. And besides, Jennie’s in my bedroom.”

“So?” Jungkook lowered his head without leaving your gaze as he began trailing kisses down to your chest.

His response had you smiling and panting. You were torn because you’ve been wanting a piece of Jungkook for weeks now, but you felt it was wrong to do this while your best friend was sleeping in the next room. You also weren’t sure what this meant, since it was clear Jungkook’s plans for you both had changed. He seemed resolute and gentlemanly before, but now, he was drunk and horny. Should I stop this?

“Jungkook, you’ve been drinking. I don’t know if we should do this.” Jungkook shushed you as he let go of your hands to make his way down to your stomach. With his teeth, he latched onto the bottom of your tank top and pulled it up, revealing your belly button. His slow, wet kisses just under your navel both tickled and excited you, making your pelvis twitch.

Jungkook smiled against your skin. “You’re really ticklish, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. And you’re drunk so…we should stop.”

“Stop coming up with excuses. I know what I am doing right now. I really want you, and I know you want me. I don’t want our first time to be like this either, but I’m going to go crazy if you don’t let me get a taste right now.” Jungkook took your answering blush and loss of breath as his wordless permission to continue. His index finger curled around the band of your pajama shorts, stretching it out and letting it go with a smack against your skin. The curly haired boy looked up at you once more for permission, to which you nodded. Jungkook abruptly stood up, removing his jacket and placing it on the arm of the couch. He grabbed you by the hips and turned you, so you were facing him head on as he kneeled on the floor. His nose pressed up against your clothed mound before lightly sucking on the spot where your clit would be. Your answering moan pleased him.

“You’re going to wake up your friend if you don’t keep it down.” Jungkook teased you as he ran his finger down your covered slit.

You bit your lip and rolled your eyes impatiently, “Shut up! You’re teasing the hell out of me.” You bucked your hips into his hand, but he instantly removed it, giving you a disapproving look.

“Do you want me to eat you out or not?” Jungkook waited for your response before resuming his ministrations.

“Do you want me to let you eat me out, or not?” Jungkook smiled crookedly at your sassy response, swiftly removing your shorts.

“I think you’re going to let me do what I want to you, and you’re going to like it.” Jungkook licked a stripe from top to bottom over your panties. The cotton was already soaked with a mixture of your arousal and his saliva. You could already smell your arousal, but you couldn’t be bothered to feel embarrassed. His agonizing speed made you want his dick instead. You couldn’t help squeezing around nothing as Jungkook thumbed your covered clit.

“So impatient. I’ve barely even started Y/N. Do you want me to take your panties off?” Your desperate nod and sweaty appearance had Jungkook chuckling again. “Tell me one thing then.” Once his eyes met yours, it felt like time had stopped. “Are you mine? Completely mine?”

His question confused you. What was this game he was playing with you? Did he want you or not? You certainly weren’t his girlfriend, but he seemed to be acting like your boyfriend suddenly. “I don’t belong to anyone. Now stop teasing me.”

Jungkook shook his head and his thumb stopped rubbing circles between your legs. His sudden seriousness confused you further. He was so hot and cold, and you had no idea why. “I don’t like to share. You need to be mine and mine alone, if we’re doing this.”

Jungkook’s face looked stern. His jaw was locked, and his expression was brooding in the sexiest way possible. Fuck, you really wanted him right here right now. And his words, although weirdly possessive, were what any girl would want to hear. You reached down and tilted his head up toward your gaze, “So make me yours then.” Jungkook’s answering smile and lidded eyes made your heart skip a beat. He turned his attention back to your panties, removing them in one swift motion. Jungkook spread your legs as wide as possible, surveying your sex in the dim moonlight that shone through the parted curtains.

“I love how excited you are for me.” Jungkook parted your lips with his fingers and gently eased one in, then two. Your head fell backwards at the satisfying feeling of his fingers inside of you. His rhythm was slow and steady as he took turns watching his fingers disappear inside of you and your face contorted in ecstasy. Jungkook bent down and began sucking at your clit while his fingers picked up in speed. At this point, it was hard for you to keep quiet with moans slipping past your lips. It’d been so long since anyone had taken care of you like this, and you felt you weren’t going to last long at all. Jungkook smiled as he felt your walls suddenly hugging his fingers.

“Not so fast…I don’t want this moment to be over.” Jungkook took his fingers out, much to your dismay. You snapped your head forward to see what the holdup was, just in time to see him standing up. “I want you to finish on my face.” Realizing what he meant, you blushed and took his hand to help you off the couch. You’d never ridden anyone’s face before, but you always wanted to. Jungkook plopped down on the couch then took you by the hips and sat you on top of him. You began making out again, tasting your arousal all over his lips. He swirled his tongue around yours deeply while holding a fist full of your hair, keeping you from moving. You began grinding your exposed sex on his boner straining against his jeans. Jungkook moaned unexpectedly which had you smiling against his lips. You bit his lip again to keep him quiet as you continued grinding on his jeans. Suddenly, his hands reached down and stilled your hips. “Face. Now.”

“As you wish.” You giggled and climbed forward, realizing you weren’t the only one fucked out from all of this. Your hips hovered over his head as the boy adjusted himself then guided you down onto his face with his hands around your thighs. “Fuck – Jungkook!” The boy hummed in response as he relentlessly sucked on your clit. His tongue swirled around your bud then traveled down to your entrance to lap up your juices. You began bucking your hips into the relentless rhythm of his tongue. It wasn’t long before you were full on riding his face for dear life, your climax building steadily. “Jungkook…Jungkook…” You gripped his hair, holding his head steady under you.

“Keep saying my name and I’ll let you cum soon baby girl.” You bit your lip at the sound of his pet name for you.

“Ah, fuck. I need you. I’m so close!” You squeezed your eyes shut, willing your climax onward.

“You know what to do then.” Jungkook slid his tongue inside of you. He helped your hips up and down as you rode his tongue, his other hand rubbing ferocious circles on your clit.

“Jungkook…Jungkook... ah, FUCK!” It felt like fireworks were blooming under your navel as your orgasm hit you suddenly and without abandon. Each inch of your body was trembling and covered in sweat. Even your pussy quivered as Jungkook licked you clean. Your chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, exhaustion overcoming you. You climbed off him so you could plant a kiss on his lips in gratitude. You had almost forgotten what it felt like to cum so hard. And the fact that it was on his face made it extra special. Jungkook disappeared into the bathroom to freshen up while you dressed. When he came back, you couldn’t help but stare at each other in hesitation. What did he mean by what he said?

You decided to break away from his stare first. “Thanks…for that.” Jungkook took three long strides to put his arms around you. You looked up at him, willing him to explain this weird mood he’s been in. The sudden closeness made you feel vulnerable, and his strange words made you unsure of yourself for the first time. You hated it.

“I meant what I said, all of it.” He kissed you before you could respond, then left your apartment without looking back, again. You weren’t sure what this meant. He wanted you to be his. He didn’t want to share you with anyone. You weren’t the type to get hung up on titles, but his actions say he is. Did you ever do anything to make him feel insecure about you? You were too exhausted to overthink anything now, deciding to take a quick shower and change pajamas before going back to bed. When you reentered the room, Jennie was laying exactly as you had left her. You felt a twinge of guilt, having done all that with this guy she despised, within earshot. It suddenly felt wrong to share the bed with her, after what just happened, so you got a spare blanket from the closet and set yourself up to sleep on the couch. It didn’t take long for you to fall unconscious, since it was well past 4:00 am by the time you laid down to rest. A restless sleep ensued.

The next morning you woke up to a curious pair of brown orbs staring into the depths of your soul. You slowly cracked open your eyes to see that it was past noon on the round clock mounted on the wall. The next thing you noticed, was that those big brown eyes belonged to your best friend Jennie, who thought it would be a good idea to wake you up by straddling you.

“Um…Good morning?” You groggily greeted the girl right before letting out a huge yawn.

“Morning!” Jennie responded in the sing-songy voice you only heard when she wanted something.

“What?” You deadpanned at the girl after rubbing your eyes awake.

“What do you mean, what?” Jennie tilted her head to the side, letting her silky dark hair fall off her shoulder like running liquid.

“What do you want from me? You’re singing your words, and you only do that when you want something.”

Jennie pouted and sat back on your hips. “Nothing! It’s just that it’s Saturday and I wanted to do something fun. We haven’t done anything together in a while. It’s only been Jungkook this and Jungkook that.”

The girl was too busy making fake barfing sounds to notice the obvious blush that was creeping across your cheeks. The mere mention of his name was enough for you to recall the mind-blowing orgasm he gave you just a few hours ago. You began daydreaming about how his needy lips on yours felt soft yet stern, how hard his hands gripped your thighs as he ate you out, and how he let you cum on his tongue. Your eyes glazing over must have annoyed Jennie because she was suddenly squeezing your cheeks together, bringing you back to the present.

“Earth to Y/N! Gosh did you have a weird dream or something?”

You chuckled humorlessly. “Yeah, sort of. Anyway…I’m actually off work today so, what do you want to do?”

Jennie began hopping up and down on top of you and squealing with glee. You tried to ignore the way her breasts jostled near your face. And you especially tried to ignore the way her morning hardened nipples were trying to cut through her cotton t-shirt. However, you couldn’t ignore the feeling of her sitting on top of your bladder over and over again any longer.

“Okay, time to get off.” You grabbed Jennie by the waist and plopped her on the other end of the couch so you could get up to pee.

“I want to go to the movies,” Jennie continued talking to you loudly from the living room as you pissed with the door open. “and I want to go to a restaurant cause the campus food is atrocious.”

You chuckled before pulling your shorts up and brushing your teeth. “Jennie, you don’t go here, you don’t have to eat the food.”

“I may as well be a student, I’m here all the time!”

“Of your own volition, might I add.” You found Jennie’s face through your bathroom mirror in time to see her stick her tongue out at you in response. You opened your mouth to show her the toothpaste foam gathered in your mouth, knowing it would gross her out.

“Ugh, really Y/N? What does Jungkook see in you?” Jennie teased you about the one thing that would get under your skin immediately.

“I thought you were on my side!!!!!!” You screamed from the bathroom as your best friend keeled over with laughter.

The rest of the day’s events went as follows: Breakfast bagels at your favorite spot downtown, mani-pedi’s at Jennie’s usual place located near her apartment, then a 4:30 showing of a sappy love movie Jennie had been begging you to watch with her.

You stared at your manicured fingernails, each delicately painted with a shiny coat of cherry red. Having to do everything gingerly always annoyed you after getting your nails done, but you had to admit that being pampered like that wasn’t your least favorite thing in the world. You rubbed your stomach as you exited the bathroom of the movie theatre.

“I’m STARVING woman. Can we get some grub before I start to eat you?”

Jennie coughed her lungs out after hearing you say that amidst a sip of her giant soda. You patted her back as she cleared her throat.

“Um, yeah! I actually just got a table for us at this restaurant across town. I’ll get the car.”

You both waited in front of the theatre for Jennie’s driver. When you first became friends, being driven around like this was strange, but you grew used to it very quickly. You didn’t have your license yet, so driving as a passenger wasn’t the problem. You weren’t sure what your issue was, so you quickly let it go. As you climbed into the vehicle, you instantly remembered how roomy it was in the back.

“The Spanish Manor, please. We have reservations for 7, so you’ll need to step on it.” You quickly thanked the driver before you lost sight of him as Jennie brought up the privacy window. She quickly busied herself on her phone, so you settled for looking out of the window at all the passing buildings and pedestrians. Your thoughts once again brought you back to last night, when Jungkook was saying strange things. Did I make a mistake, sleeping with him? It was something that you wanted since you were still only strangers, but somehow you couldn’t help feeling like it changed things. You hated being the type to overthink things, but it was hard not to when your gut was telling you something was up. His unwillingness to be intimate with you had annoyed you at first, and then his disappearance had made you doubtful about his claims to want to date you seriously. You were perfectly fine keeping things casual. Yet you regretted how happy it secretly made you that he wasn’t looking for a quick fuck. Now you were turning into the kind of person who thought about someone while that person probably wasn’t even thinking about them in the first place. You sighed and closed your eyes, resting your head on the window.

“What’s wrong?” You opened your eyes to find Jennie had put her phone away. You felt a pang of sadness because for the first time since becoming friends, she couldn’t be your diary. How can you tell her about what happened, which would no doubt sour her good mood, then selfishly expect her to comfort you? You got yourself into this mess with questionable decision making, and you just couldn’t bring her along. You straightened up and gave her smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

“Nothing! I’m just hungry. So, what’s with this restaurant across town? So random.”

Your cheery conversation wasn’t enough to convince your best friend, but she decided to drop it nonetheless. “Yeah, I heard about it through word of mouth. Thought we could go see how good the food is for ourselves.”

Twenty minutes later, the sleek car pulled up to the entrance of the restaurant. You instantly knew it was an upscale venue just from seeing a valet hanging out in front as well as the tall double doors with the letters “S” and “M” monogrammed on them. After exiting the car, you watched the driver pull into the parking lot on the side of the venue, probably to sit and wait for your meal to be done. You idly wondered if the man had had anything to eat today.

The man dressed in uniform inside of the venue gracefully opened the doors for the two of you. Jennie walked past without a second glance whereas you bumbled behind her thanking him for his generosity.

“We have reservations under Jennie Kim. Is our table clean yet?”

“Yes, right this way ladies.” The hostess dressed in all black led you to a booth along the wall of the restaurant. It was a small place, but you could tell it was quite popular since yours was the only table empty.

A waiter quickly appeared with 2 laminated menus and began reading the specials. He retreated shortly after to fetch water and bread and give you time to look over the menu. You felt so out of place there that you weren’t sure what to order or how to pronounce the things on the menu. Instead, you informed Jennie you were going to wash your hands and that she could order for the both of you.

As you made your way to the bathroom, you looked around at all the well-dressed couples dining on their lavish dinners. One table caught your eye in particular. Two brunettes sitting across from each other. The girl was gorgeous, with wavy hair that floated down the back of her chair. She was talking animatedly to her date, not touching anything on her plate. You suddenly felt like your staring was intrusive, but you saw him before you could look away quick enough. You watched in confusion as Jungkook was engrossed in his menu, across from the beautiful girl. Your steps slowed down as you tried to make sense of what you were seeing. That black curly hair, those hoop earrings, that scar on his cheek easily visible in this lighting. There was no denying that Jeon Jungkook was having dinner with this girl. You sped up and burst into the bathroom. Your sudden intrusion startled the older lady who was washing her hands. She gave you a stern look before you moved out of the way so she could exit.

Following the motions of washing your hands, you tried to calm yourself down. There was no reason to make a scene since he wasn’t your boyfriend. And you didn’t know for sure if they were on a date or not. You didn’t want to do anything rash at the risk of looking paranoid or jealous. She definitely wasn’t his sister though, since you knew he only had a little brother. You tried to calm your erratic breathing as the memory of him claiming you for himself last night played in your head. Does this mother fucker think he can get me for himself while dating around? You violently pulled napkins out of the dispenser and roughly dried your hands before depositing the tissue into the trash. And he has the nerve to act jealous on the phone with me!? You checked yourself in the mirror one more time, tucking your shirt into your jeans and scrunching your curls a bit. I’ll be damned.

You headed out of the bathroom and B-lined it to towards Jungkook’s table. As you grew closer, the pretty girl caught sight of you and kept shifting her eyes towards you, unsure if you were really headed to their table or not.

“Hey, Jungkook!” You slammed your hand on his side of the table, rattling his silverware and startling him enough to put his menu down. The boy looked like a deer caught in headlights as he wordlessly stared up at you. “How’s it going? I haven’t seen you since, well, last night!” You chirped with feigned enthusiasm as you turned to the mystery girl who was looking at you like you were crazy. “Oh, I’m sorry! I’m Y/N, and you are?” You extended your arm for a handshake, but the girl simply stared at your floating hand.

“Jungkook, I didn’t know you invited your school friend.” The girl continued to ignore you as she looked to Jungkook for answers. Jungkook lowered your arm for you, as you quickly lost momentum.

“Uh, I didn’t. Sorry Y/N, this is kinda private, can I call you later?” You took a deep breath, willing your watery eyes not to give your feelings away.

“Yeah, sure. Have a lovely evening.” You turned away from them and quickly headed back to your table where appetizers and drinks awaited you.

“Jeez how long does it take to—” Jennie’s voice cut off at the sight of your glassy eyes. You held up your hand, signaling you didn’t want to speak right now. You both sat in silence before Jennie signaled for the waiter and changed your orders to-go.

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lunatens · 5 years

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felix felicis (ii)

word count: 2.6k

part ii/iv

genre, fluff, harry potter au

pairing: hufflepuff!felix x ravenclaw!reader

a/n: here’s pt. 2 finally!! i had a hard time feeling inspired to write for this lol, but i got some ideas and wrote a whole bunch today so here it is!!

edit from october 2020:

just a disclaimer, this part includes w**jin as a very minor character, as i wrote it in july 2019 before things happened. if this bothers you by all means dont read it, but i won’t edit him out because it is still a part of the story i wrote!

“are you sure i look okay?” you ask, turning to your small audience consisting of seungmin, woojin, and chan in the ravenclaw common room (as a ravenclaw prefect, woojin was hesitant to let your Gryffindor best friend in, but you were able to sway him with promises of helping clean the common room for a week).

“yes, y/n, for the billionth time, you look great,” chan reassures you.

“really, we have no reason to lie—we’re your friends, we want to help you get ready for your da—“

“it is NOT a date, seungmin,” you cut him off, holding up a finger. the three boys stare at you; seungmin raising his eyebrows as he peers at you over his book, chan smirking at you, and woojin with a blank expression. “first of all, he said some of his other friends are gonna be there, not just him. and second of all, i’m just curious to see how he’s so good at literally everything and the only way to do that is to get closer to him. besides, i don’t have any hufflepuff friends, so maybe it’s time i branch out a little,”

“is there something wrong with your current friends?” chan asks, feigning hurt and placing a hand over his heart in shock. you give him a look.

“yes, none of them have told me my hair is a MESS,” you grumble, leaning closer to the mirror to fix it the best you can.

“accio pin,” you hear chan mumble. suddenly he’s behind you, pressing two tiny metal hair pins into your hand. “hey, it’s really gonna be okay. you can relax and take a break for a bit; hanging out with a cute boy is not gonna kill you.”

“i don-“

“y/n, i’m your best friend,” chan says, placing his hands on your shoulders to look at you reassuringly—it’s a small gesture, but you really appreciate it. “i know what you’re thinking sometimes more than you do, you can’t hide your feelings that easily from me. believe me, there’s nothing wrong with liking felix, other than the fact that i’ll finally have something else to tease you about,” he says, almost ruffling your hair but realizing you might hex him for it.

“i don’t like felix,” you mutter, although it’s a little less convincing this time. he rolls his eyes, and you giggle at him, feeling a little more relaxed. you pull chan in for a quick hug, mumbling a quiet thanks before pulling away to leave the common room.

“don’t stay out too late, you know the rules!” woojin calls after you, and there’s a chorus of “be safe” and “we’ll miss you!” and “use protection!” (you hear a dull thwack followed by a groan from chan at that last one) after you as you leave, a smile on your face.

“y/n!!” felix calls as you walk over to where you were meeting him, his face lighting up at your approach. you smile and give a shy wave, looking around a little.

“where are your friends?” you ask. felix’s cheeks burn red at your question.

“oh they uh.. they couldn’t make it. things came up, you know how it is. is..is it still okay to hang out..?” he asks, and it’s hard to stop yourself from spontaneous combustion at felix’s awkwardness.

“no, yeah, it’s still okay,” you say with a small smile. felix lets out a sigh of relief and beams back at you.

“okay, cool! cool. well, there’s lots to do today so let’s go,” he says, and you follow him as the two of you head off to hogsmeade. the awkwardness fades away as you get to know each other on the walk to hogsmeade—you find felix is actually really interesting and thoughtful and funny, and he has a lot of wild stories to tell you. you find yourself laughing, blushing whenever you accidentally bump into him as you walk. it’s not too long before you reach hogsmeade, surprisingly empty despite the fact that it’s a weekend.

“ooh, let’s go in here! i still owe you those chocolate frogs,” felix says, taking your hand as he pulls you into honeydukes. both of you smile at the shopowner, cheeks rosy from the cold (although you suspect the sudden contact also has something to do with it). there’s a few other customers milling about the store, but it’s fairly quiet.

“they’re over here,” felix says as he pulls you towards a little display of the frogs. “jeongin collects the cards, so i’m here a lot to get them for him,” felix tells you as he picks up a couple of the little boxes. “how many do you want?” he asks—he’s already got about 5 in his arms, and he’s reaching for a sixth. the whole stand is starting to wobble precariously, like a giant jenga tower ready to collapse.

“uh—“ you start to point this fact out to felix, but it’s too late; the frogs seem to fall in slow motion, little boxes scattered over the floor.

“oh my,” felix says, burning with embarrassment. “sorry!” he calls to the shopkeeper, who’s glaring towards you two at the back of the store. felix starts placing the frogs carefully back how they were; you sigh and cast a small spell, watching the frogs fly back to their places with a small smile towards a sheepish felix.

“thanks,” he mumbles, 7 frogs clutched in his arms.

“i guess you aren’t always luc—“

“ooh look! someone dropped a sickle!” felix says, excitedly picking up the silver coin and holding it out to you. “what were you saying about luck?” he says cheekily.

“it’s just a coincidence, felix, you aren’t lucky,” you grumble, remembering why felix was so annoying. he shrugs, too happy with finding money to care about your comment.

felix pays for the frogs, apologizing again for the mess and receiving a free peppermint toad from the shopkeeper (god knows why, but it only irritates you more—although you can’t complain too much when felix slips it into your bag with all the frogs he bought you).

you open the door and are met with a gust of cold wind, causing you to scrunch up your nose and close your eyes. felix laughs at the face you make, and you shoot him a glare (which doesn’t do much).

“don’t laugh at me,” you whine, giggling as you shove him lightheartedly, which only makes him laugh more as you walk down the quiet streets of hogsmeade. a noise from behind you startles you both, and you turn to see what’s there only to be met with silence and an empty street, save for madame puddifoot sweeping outside the door of her tea shop (she gives the two of you a friendly wave; you wave back and keep walking).

“felix, can we go in here?” you ask excitedly as you walk by scrivenshaft’s quill shop. you don’t give him a chance to answer before you’re already eagerly darting though the door.

“oh, hi y/n! what a pleasure to see you,” mr. scrivenshaft welcomes you, kind eyes smiling at you from behind round glasses.

“did you get any new arrivals??” you ask excitedly, and he chuckles softly as the two of you converse about the latest stationary products. felix looks curiously at the shelves filled with bottles of ink, feathery quills, and rolls upon rolls of parchment. as he admires the various items on the shelves, he can’t help but be amazed at listening you babble excitedly with scrivenshaft—how someone could be so fascinated with such a mundane thing, felix doesn’t know; he’s got one worn down quill and whatever spare ink he can find, usually pestering his friends for parchment; he doesn’t recall ever even glancing through the window of this shop before, let alone actually going inside. seeing the way you light up as you talk about various thicknesses of parchment makes felix want to live in here, though, finding a sudden comfort in the dusty air that smells of wood and fresh ink.

“see you later!” you call as you guide felix out of the store, a gentle hand to his elbow.

“what?” you question; felix is staring at you with a strange look on his face. “is my hair messed up? chan tol-“

“oh, no, your hair looks fine! it’s..really pretty actually,” felix says, snapping out of his daze and looking down at his feet shyly.

“oh...okay,” you say, short circuiting a bit at the compliment.

“did you find what you were looking for?” felix asks, changing the topic.

“oh, i did! i got a couple extra quills i can lend to chan, and some new ink—this one’s got a plum tint to it, it’s going to look so nice for my notes in potions class, and then there’s the new quills he has in stock...i’ll have to save up for one, they’re a little too expensive.” felix listens in awe as he watches the way your fingers, red and numb from the cold, fumble as you open the ink to show him. you dip your pinky finger into the ink slightly to show him.

“see?” you say as you hold it out for him to see, bubbling with puppy-like excitement. he wants nothing more than to take your hand in his or squish your rosy cheeks or tousle your hair, but he keeps these urges inside as he smiles and nods at you.

you continue walking down the cobbled road, chatting and window shopping and occasionally saying hi to people you know. you catch felix’s breath hitch as you pass by the quidditch shop; felix presses his face and hands against the window, his hot breath fogging up the glass. you do the same, trying to see what he’s looking at.

“wow, look at those gloves!” he says, tapping the glass in the direction of the gloves. your gaze slides from the broomstick display over to the wall of gloves, easily spying the ones he’s pointing at, as they seem to be the newest, most expensive pair.

“they look...nice?” you say. your knowledge on quidditch equipment is admittedly quite limited, which shows when felix laughs at your attempt.

“they’re the best quality out there, they’d be so nice to have…”

“do you wanna go in and try them on?”

“what? oh no, no; my hand me down pair will work just fine, i’ve gotten used to the hole in the thumb,” he says dejectedly, and when you glance at the price you realize why felix is so hesitant.

“it’s okay, you’re already a great quidditch player anyways,” you say, trying to comfort him as you tug on his sleeve to lead him away from the window.

“come on, let’s go for some hot butterbeer—i could really use some in this weather,” you suggest, and felix gives one last longing look over his shoulder before following you to the three broomsticks.

butterbeer in your bellies and full of giddy happiness, you and felix begin the trek back to the castle. the sun is starting to set now, and it’s getting even cooler outside. your breath leaves your mouth in puffs of billowing frost as you and felix quickly walk along the path.

“youngjae’s gonna be so mad if he catches me out late again,” felix says, and you’re laughing with the exhilaration of possibly breaking the rules.

“again?? wow felix, what a rebel,”

“well, he’s only caught me once...have you ever been out past curfew?”

“no, because i’m a good student and i don’t want to deal with woojin’s endless teasing and scolding.”

“we’d better hurry then,” felix says, looping his arm through yours and speeding up. you’re walking along the edge of the forest when you hear a rustle in the bushes, followed by hushed whispers.

“homenum revelio!” you shout in surprise, pointing your wand towards the bushes (you don’t even realize you’re clutching onto felix’s arm, your heart racing from fear and his from your touch).

“...jisung? changbin?” you question, lowering your wand.

“hyunjin, minho, what are you guys doing?” felix asks. the four boys come clambering out of the bushes.

“oh, you know, we’re just hanging out! having a good time!” jisung explains. he grins over-enthusiastically at you, supported by nodding from the rest of the boys.

“hanging out..in the bushes..”

“ah yes, well you see-“

“chan asked us to spy on you,” changbin cuts in, earning a sharp elbow to the ribs from jisung.

“i see,” you say cooly, making a note to yell at chan later.

“what about you two? i thought you were busy,” felix asks, turning to hyunjin and minho.

“uh, we were busy…. and then we saw these two sneaking after you two and decided to join them,” hyunjin explains.

“what kind of friends are you??” felix says with a sigh. “well, me and my new best friend y/n have to get back to the castle, so we’ll see you later,” he says, although he still doesn’t sound too upset. you and felix turn and begin walking again, wordlessly as you try to comprehend what just happened.

“i can’t believe they were spying on us!” you eventually blurt out. “chan’s just nosy,” you say with an annoyed huff.

“i know, i can’t believe my own friends lied to me! i know there was no way they were too busy studying, they never study! i don’t know why they’d cancel on me just to come spy on us anyways though..” felix says with a tone of confusion. “we had fun anyways though, right? well i mean, i had fun at least, it’s okay if you didn’t though,”

“felix, today was the most fun i’ve had in ages. i guess you were right; there’s more to life than studying and schoolwork,” you say with a shy smile. “don’t let that get to your head,” you warn. felix laughs, and the sound makes you forget about how cold the air is for a moment.

“you know, you’re not so bad after all, lix...maybe..we could be friends? wouldn’t that throw everyone for a loop,” you comment. you look over to see felix beaming widely at you.

“yeah, i’d like that. you’re really cool, you know. maybe i can show you some more fun things other than books sometime--today was nothing,” felix responds, and you nod enthusiastically.

“i’d like that!”

“cool!! great! we should go watch the gryffindor vs. ravenclaw game coming up, i can actually explain things to you and you can watch instead of having to take notes for once?”

“...okay, fine. i’ll give quidditch a try. only if you cheer for ravenclaw though,” you tease.

“anything for you,” he says, and your heart melts. “goodnight, y/n, see ya!” he calls as you part ways to your respective dorms. you sneak into the ravenclaw tower, grimacing when you see woojin sitting on the couch, arms crossed beside seungmin (who hasn’t seemed to move since you left).

“you’re late.”

“i’m sorry woojin!! it’s just-“

“i’ll allow it this one time,” he says with a sigh. he can’t hide the smirk on his face from seeing how excited and happy you are, knowing all too well the reason behind your joy, and he’s not about to ruin your night by getting you in trouble.

“thanks woojin, goodnight!” you say, racing up to your dorm and flopping onto your bed. your mind is buzzing, replaying moments from the day, unable to get felix’s laugh and smile out of your head, and you think maybe being friends with felix isn’t such a terrible idea after all.

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thegrimllama · 7 years

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Lena Luthor wasn’t usually a nervous person. She could command an audience, she could dominate the boardroom, but right now? She was panicking.

Honestly, Lena never really thought her friendship with Kara would reach a stage where she was slowly being introduced into the group, one by one. Maggie had been first. She and Lena had long since discussed the whole Maggie-arresting-Lena debacle, Maggie spending the better part of ten minutes apologising before Lena could get a word in edgewise. She and Maggie had hit it off fairly quickly, bonding over their mutual love of Italian cuisine and various scientific magazines.

Alex was next. She’d been a little harder to crack than Maggie, mainly because Lena had to spend a good portion of their first meeting convincing Alex that Kara really was just a friend. But now, she often ran various projects past Alex before perfecting the science behind them. It was good to have an impartial party who was willing to tell Lena when she was being too damn ambitious.

Lena hadn’t technically met Lucy. They’d connected via Facebook not long after Kara convinced her to join the “superfriends group chat”. Lena still didn’t quite understand the name, but she figured it was something to do with the fact that everyone in the group was in some weird way, connected to the girl of steel. She was still honestly trying to figure out who knew who and how. Lucy was strangely comforting, and they’d had many private late night-early morning conversations thanks to Lucy being in… well from what Lena could figure out, she was last posted somewhere in the Middle East.

Winn… He was a special case. Lena had sought him out on her own soon after the gala, where he had helped her out of a sticky situation. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that Lena realised that her friend Winn and Kara’s Winn were the same person. That certainly made Lena feel a little silly. Winn had started becoming a little scarce when he had started dating a girl called Lyra, who Lena was still yet to meet.

Which brings Lena’s thoughts back around to the fact that tonight was her first official “induction to the Superfriends”. Which according to Kara, should have happened months ago, but unfortunately due to everyone’s conflicting schedules, there was never a chance. Luckily enough, Kara’s weekend off coincided with Lucy’s, giving everyone else the drive to take the Saturday off completely.

She’d been texting Kara intermittently throughout the morning, asking if she should bring anything, fending off accusations of bribery when Lena suggested bringing an aged bottle of scotch from her bar, eventually leading to her standing in front of Kara’s loft, three hours early in a pair of tights and her oversized MIT sweater.

Lena chuckled at the stunned look on Kara’s face when she opened the door wrapped in her towel. "Aren’t you cold…?“

"I am too hot to feel the cold. You’re early,” she said disappearing into her bedroom, presumably to finish changing. Lena was thankful that it gave her a few minutes to help her overcome the blush that had set in at the thought of what could possibly be hidden under that towel. She could’ve kicked herself. She might not have many friends, but she knew that letting her thoughts wander there was definitely not a friend thing to do…

"I just… usually when I have a Saturday off there’s a bouncing blonde dragging me across the countryside or causing havoc for my PR department…“

Kara’s laugh was positively gleeful at the reminder of the fiasco that her social media post had caused the month before. Lena’s brain nearly short circuited when Kara left the bedroom, still half pulling the shirt over her head. She was so weak. And Kara had washboard abs.

"How is Jess handling Yousef’s incessant emails and voicemails?”

It was Lena’s turn to laugh as she removed the bottle of scotch from her bag and placing it on the bench along with the pack of donuts she’d deposited on the way past.

"Honestly…? I think you should maybe start upsizing Jess’s coffee and adding a chocolate brownie to the usual lunch order. The words, ‘I’m going to strangle Kara’ actually left her lips yesterday.“

Kara had the decency to look a little sheepish, "I will definitely make it up to Jess. But… you have to admit, the panicked phone call from Yousef was hilarious.”

Lena snorted and flipped open the donut box. "This is true… donut?“

Two hours later, Lena and Kara were sprawled across the couch, legs tangled together as they silently watched the live feed from the L-Corp satellite that Lena had looped into Kara’s tv. "What’s that one called…?”

Kara raised an eyebrow, “There are roughly twenty thousand objects on the screen, Lena…”

Lena rolled her eyes and used her phone to zoom in on the star in question, “This one.”

Kara laughed, “Me completing a masters degree in astronomy does not mean I can name every star in the sky.”

Lena tilted her head from her spot on Kara’s shoulder, an eyebrow raised in challenge until Kara sighed, “Rigel. It’s the seventh brightest star in the night sky when viewed from Earth…”

"You can view it from places other than Earth?“

There was a definite smirk in Lena’s voice. Kara dug her fingers gently into Lena’s side, causing the CEO to squirm away, "You can if you’re an offworlder, Ms Luthor.”

"So, what has Supergirl told you about Rigel?“

Kara laughed, "We don’t usually talk about the stars. But I can tell you that it has a surface temperature of 11000K and a radius of 54.29 Million kilometres give or take…”

"That’s almost double the temperature of the sun… right?“

Kara was about to answer when the loft door swung open, revealing Alex, who was holding six large pizza boxes and a pained expression, "You know, you could’ve got the door… so much for… Oh, hi Lena!”

Lena quickly climbed off Kara and rushed to take the boxes from Alex, who thanked her and hung her coat.

"Where’s Maggie?“ Kara said, looking over the back of the couch.

"Finishing paperwork at the Precinct. Wine?”

"You and I both know that I don’t drink wine…“

Alex threw Kara a sarcastic smile, "Well it’s a good thing I was asking Lena then, because your lazy ass didn’t even attempt to help with the pizza…”

Honestly, taking Alex up on the offer to drink, when all she’d had to eat was donuts, was probably a bad move on Lena’s part. She was tipsy before anyone else arrived. On a positive note, Maggie had ended up bringing along a dark maroon bottle of something with foreign (alien?) on the label.

Kara held up her hands and groaned, attempting to shield herself using Lena’s hair, “I hate all of you…”

Lena leaned over and sniffed the glass in Kara’s hand, “What the fuck is that? It smells like that time I burnt out the wiring on the circuit I was working on…”

Maggie laughed, “That is oddly specific, yet strangely accurate…”

"So, Kara Danvers, any particular reason your poison is battery acid?“ Lena chuckled as Kara tossed back the glass draining it in one. A knock at the door spared Kara an answer, "Lucy!”

Game night went well, at least, as well as it could for Kara and Lena who were kept at a pleasantly buzzed level after Lena completely decimated the squad at Jenga and then again when she paired with Kara for charades.

The Superfriends had all slowly trickled out of Kara’s apartment, shortly after midnight, leaving Lena and Kara to tidy up the empty pizza boxes. The silence was comforting, Kara occasionally giggling would set Lena off and they’d dissolve into another round of laughter. The loft was once again clear, and Kara and Lena were back in their spot on the couch, once again watching the stars via Kara’s tv.

"We need to talk…“

Lena rolled herself over, "Is this about the fact that you only get drunk on battery acid…?”

Kara laughed, “It’s Zakarian Ale and yeah… kind of…”

Lena had had her suspicions for a while, and honestly, if Kara wasn’t ready to tell her, then Lena wasn’t going to force the subject. She tugged on one of Kara’s braids, feeling much braver than she had six hours ago. "It’s okay. I know you trust me… and if you need to keep your secret then I’m not going to ask you to divulge it…“

Kara rolled her eyes, "What if I want to?”

"Then I’m gonna have to find a new best friend, because I don’t think I can be friends with someone born in Gotham…“

Kara laughed and pushed Lena off the couch, catching her easily before she hit the floor, "I wasn’t born in Gotham.”

"Metropolis…?“

"Lena!”

Lena laughed and allowed Kara to tug her back onto her stomach, “You know, I think I’ve known for a while."

"Really?”

Lena’s breath caught in her throat at the sound of Kara’s voice. She sounded so small, so scared. "Yeah, I mean, there’s no way that blonde is natural… Seriously though, I don’t care where you come from. I don’t care that you could probably easily lift me one handed… I know what you are…“

Kara smirked, "Say it. Out loud. Say it…”

"Vampire…“

Kara laughed loudly, mingling with Lena’s giggles, "You’re an idiot.”

"But you’re still my best friend, so what does that make you…?”

"One very lucky Kryptonian.“

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As trade deadline looms, Nationals’ needs look glaring in loss to Braves

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After Josh Donaldson’s house operate disappeared into a row of navy blue seats at Nationals Park, Erick Fedde hovered by the 3rd foundation line, his eyes set on the harm, his correct hand tugging at the back again of his trousers. Fedde was 7 pitches from finishing the worst commence of his occupation, an 11-8 loss for the Nationals versus the Atlanta Braves, and yet another rationale to feel the Washington Nationals could use a back-of-the-rotation starter forward of Wednesday’s 4 p.m. trade deadline. Donaldson’s a few-run blast was the most important blow Tuesday night. Adam Duvall’s solo shot knocked Fedde out two batters later on. Fedde shook his head as he departed, his ultimate line together with nine runs and nine hits in 3⅔ innings, his wander to the dugout accompanied by a round of boos. The outing bumped Washington back again to 5 1/2 game titles powering the Braves, and built it so a late rally only dented the final deficit. The Nationals have essential bullpen assist considering the fact that early April and that remains their best priority. But Fedde offered a reminder that there’s more than a person weakness to tackle. [Svrluga: Pennant races are rare in Washington, but Nats are finally about to be in one] “It’s never pleasurable to allow your group down,” Fedde mentioned. “It’s a single of all those kinds exactly where I look at it as: Just never allow it materialize once more.” When Fedde threw the game’s to start with pitch, ideal at 7:06 p.m., the deadline was just beneath 21 several hours away. And the Nationals, once potential sellers, now surefire potential buyers, had but to make a transfer. That experienced in good shape a leaguewide pattern, the constrained action right before the match, right until the Braves acquired reliever Chris Martin and the Indians dealt starter Trevor Bauer to the Cincinnati Reds in a a few-group trade. It is as if the market place was a Jenga tower, wobbling a bit, waiting for one particular piece to come out so the rest could comply with. Dwindling time is only an additional complicating element. Washington, for instance, could continue to use a reliever or two, and a depth starter, and maybe even a utility infielder to fill out its bench. But no investments can take place in a vacuum. Possession desires the crew to stay beneath the aggressive harmony tax threshold, established at $206 million, leaving the Nationals minor room to invest. They never want to part with their major prospective buyers in a skinny minimal league system. They’re searching to develop, that a lot is selected, however their entire intentions stay murky as the deadline nears. [As trade deadline nears, Nationals still have obvious holes to patch] “At this position, I know guys are listening to we’re striving to include, add, incorporate,” Manager Dave Martinez explained Tuesday afternoon, when the market place was nonetheless shifting at a glacial tempo. “And that only usually means we’re enjoying very well. We’re in a pennant race, and which is excellent.” The Nationals then took a modest action again in that race, a deficiency showing yet again, at the time Fedde was bullied in the third and fourth innings. He had currently offered up a run in the next, on a wild pitch with two outs, but the Braves weren’t completed there. They made use of the future third and fourth to bury the Nationals in a pile of Fedde’s skipped spots, and make it so late homers by Yan Gomes and Juan Soto, and six total operates in the past two innings, could not stand up to the 9 Atlanta scored prior to the fifth. Fedde threw 93 pitches to history 11 outs. He appeared a whole lot like Joe Ross did a several days earlier whilst exiting — frustrated, fuming, even a little bit unhappy — just after Ross gave up 7 operates in 4 2/3 innings versus the Los Angeles Dodgers. Fedde and Ross, along with the injured Austin Voth, are Washington’s present depth solutions. One particular has to emerge, at some place shortly, as the team’s fifth starter. Two have to fill out the rotation as very long as Max Scherzer continues to be on the wounded record with a gentle pressure in his upper back. Which is why the Nationals want additional than bullpen support. And it’s why the deadline could really feel incomplete until a couple of moves are created. “Right now, with Voth currently being wounded, 1 of these men has to action up,” stated Martinez of Fedde and Ross right after the decline. “I’ve explained it just before, we truly feel like they belong below but they have to start earning pitches.” If Scherzer is activated on Aug. 5, his soonest achievable return day, the Nationals would possible require a minimal 10 additional commences from a mixture of Fedde, Ross and Voth. If Scherzer is on the IL more time than that, and indications are that he will be, the workload for Fedde, Ross and Voth increases. That looked like way as well big an request versus Atlanta, when the Braves set their bats absent, acquired Martin from the Texas Rangers and re-upped their division lead. The Nationals have spent all time patching holes, crossing their fingers, hoping tiny Band-Aids can end the bleeding. They’ve cycled a total forged of journeyman relievers as a result of a still-shoddy bullpen. They are hoping that Fedde, Ross or Voth can switch a corner. But when the remaining out was tallied Tuesday, there was still one past prospect to make substantial improvements forward of the pennant chase. And about 17 several hours remained to seize it. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});

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[150514] EXO ‘Triple Cup’ Session 1 (1pm KST) - Fan Accs

JAPAN EXO CUP EXO CHANNEL FANMEET D3-1 – Some Consolidated Fan Accounts (Kyungsoo related only)

1. Kungsoo's hair was down today. He wore a black outerwear with red t-shirt. For the performances, he wore a black and gold stripe shirt with black t-shirt inside.

Opening Ment 2. Kyungsoo: "Good afternoon, I am D.O. (bow in all 4 directions). It's been so long since we've last met, it's been half a year, how is everyone? Is everyone well? We are all well too! First...(forgot what to say), for continually supporting EXO, thank you, you know? Let's go!"

Talk Channel 3. Question: If you are a pet, which member can be your owner? Sesoo chose each other.

4. Question: Which member requires the most taking care of? - Kyungsoo: "Jongin. he'll always careless and keep forgetting things. He doesn't want to take care of that anymore as no matter how hard he tries, he fails to succeed." - Sehun: "I'll like to take care of Kyungsoo hyung, because...hyung always seems rather nonchalant about most things and doesn't seem to care about himself. In that case, let me take care of him and let him feel taken care of."

5. Who will become a good father in future? Chensoo picked each other. Kyungsoo shared that Chen will definitely be a good father and the type that will share and speak a lot with his children.

Game Segment

As there are many games played during today's fanmeet, here's a rundown of the games.

1st Game: Giant Jenga

2nd Game: A keyword is shown and all 3 team members are to draw the same things to earn points (Kyungsoo participated)

3rd Game: Kendama

4th Game: Fans to shout hints of keyword shown and members are to guess and write down the keyword (Kyungsoo participated)

5th Game: What's inside the box? (Kyungsoo participated)

6th Game: Playing rock-scissors-paper with fan while on a moving cart

7th Game: Balloon popping and adjusting alphabets inside the balloon

8th Game: Charades with one member on main stage gesturing the keyword shown and 2 members that are on moving cart to use binoculars to watch and guess the keyword by drawing it. (Kyungsoo participated)

9th Game: Double Skipping Challenge (Kyungsoo participated)

The 3rd to 8th games contributed to an overarching Dice/Monopoly game. Every winning team get to throw a dice and move the number of steps accordingly.

6. Members picked lots and Junmyeon, Minseok and Kyungsoo are in the Purple team.

7. 2nd Game: A keyword is shown and all 3 team members are to draw the same things to earn points 7.1 First Hint: "Red" Kyungsoo drew an apple. He literally just drew a circle with a stick as its stem, go ahead and imagine everyone, how can he be so cute 7.2 Second Hint: "Which is the most popular animal in the zoo?" Kyungsoo drew a lion and it looked very vivid! While drawing, Kyungsoo was very excited and even dropped his mic! After seeing Junmyeon's lion, he remarked, "isn't this a flower?"

8. 3rd Game (and start of "Dice/Monopoly Game"): 8.1 Now everyone is preparing to play Giant Monopoly and each team had to leave one member on the main stage while the other team members to go move as game pieces. Purple team left Kyungsoo on the main stage! Sehun was left on stage too and the duo kept talking secretively to each other! Right now each team member has a pedometer fixed on them and the member that jumps the most within 20seconds will win! Purple team ended up in last place with 102points. 8.2 Mission: Without the use of mic, to loudly shout out the placard that's put around in the fanmeet hall venue. However, because Kyungsoo can't see clearly, he was trying very hard by squinting his eyes to look and he was so cute!

9. 4th Game: Fans to shout hints of keyword shown and members are to guess and write down the keyword - Keyword is 'Coming Over' Kyungsoo wrote the correct answer! He had worked together with the fans by verifying alphabet by alphabet and midway through he realises that it's 'Coming Over.' Kyungsoo shared that he had initially thought the keyword was Hairstyle and while saying so, he touched his own head! - Carrying on with the game, Kyungsoo didn't participate and he used a monotonous voice to say "hwaiting". Later when Purple team eventually won, he then went on to say' "great!"

10. 5th Game: What's inside the box? 10.1 This time round the boys are to guess what's the item in the box without looking. Kyungsoo had a determined look on his face and when the game started, he rushed to put his hand into the box and grabbed the item in there, thereby ruining the tofu in it. He immediately raised his hand to answer and said it was tofu in Japanese. Jongin said that Kyungsoo has an advantage to answer because his hand was shorter and Kyungsoo responded by saying, "don't talk nonsense." ㅋㅋㅋ Junmyeon responded by saying, "hey don't say that..." 10.2 When Kyungsoo got the correct answer, everyone shouted "D.O.! D.O.!", he looked as if he was just elected class monitor and looked so happy. He even strut around the sage and posed with a V

11. 8th Game: Charades Question: Poloroid The members on stage needed to use binoculars to watch their own team members gesture but because Kyungsoo was facing the wrong direction, Chen told him, "Go to the other side! There!" Kyungsoo answered that he knew, turned and walked away calmly. While he was watching his own team mate gesture, he looked so blur and didn't look like he knew what was being gestured. But he actually still managed to write and draw the correct answer!

12. 9th Game: Double Skipping Challenge 12.1 Kyungsoo will participate! Suho said, "Kyungsoo you are good at this" but Kyungsoo responded with, "I don't know how!! It's my first time!!!"But during the actual competition, Kyungsoo did very well and even put his mic into his pocket. In the end, he managed to jump 16 times in 20seconds. Although the fan jumped 20 times and Kyungsoo lost, he did so well for his first time, he's great! 12.2. The next game mission was Double Skipping Rope and Kyungsoo commented that he hasn't done it before and won't be able to do it well. But when he tried he managed to jump quite a few. A fast-speed penguin who's so pleased after the mission boasted that it's his first time! 12.3 Kyungsoo: "I don't know how" ⊙♡⊙ After practising for a few times, he then said, "It's possible, it's possible, I can win this. This is my first time~" ⌒♡⌒

13. The end results was that Purple team got second place! Kyungsoo ate the wasabi sushi!

14. Because it was Suho's and Baekhyun's birthdays, so the staff prepared a cake to celebrate. The moment the candles were blown, Kyungsoo and Chen took the strawberries and ate them kkkkkkkk

Ending Ment 15. Kyungsoo: "Today I felt really blissful and also very touched! I'm thankful that all of you are waiting for us and and before we can return again, we'll need to practice and might spend some time at it. Before we meet again, please ensure to rest well and eat well. Do also keep thinking of EXO, okay? Thank you~ Please continue to take care of us."

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Here are the 63 startups that launched today at Y Combinator’s S18 Demo Day 1

From “cheese 2.0” to connecting flights for satellites, Y Combinator showed off a wide array of early stage startups fresh from its YC Summer 2018 batch. A total of 63 companies took to the stage in front of a full audience at the Computer History Museum today in Mountain View to pitch on-off switches for organisms, laundry detergent subscription services, gymless gyms, lab-grown palm oil and sugary sugar substitutes.

It felt like every other startup was trying to make us try vegan chicken nuggets, but from a bird’s eye view this YC batch saw startups clustered around B2B software and services (30% of companies), healthcare (28%), consumer goods and services (9%) and consumer media (7%). (Yes, blockchain companies were right behind, comprising 5% of companies).

For this batch, YC’s efforts to get more female founders on board mostly held steady, with 15% female founders, down one percent from last round’s 16%. YC’s diversity tracking around race showed a little more activity: 11% of this cohort’s founders were black or latinx, up from 9% in the previous group. A total of 19 countries were represented across the 132 companies pitching over two days, and 28% of companies were based outside the US.

Which companies will go on to make a unicorn-sized splash? Are there really that many vegans? To figure it all out, you can read through our full list of the day’s YC S18 companies below (be sure to take a coffee break or two) or check back later for our own picks of today’s most interesting startups. Without further ado…

Public Recreation

The founders of Public Recreation want to take your workout outside. The company offers a modular system of benches, bars and smart lockers that can be installed anywhere and for a subscription price of $50/month customers get access to classes ranging from yoga to strength training and conditioning. Their first pop up is in San Francisco… literally on the corner of Octavia and Hayes.

BlueCargo

BlueCargo is optimizing container management for ports, kind of like Jenga for shipping containers. Normally, a single move costs a port $30, but up to 50% of those moves might not even be needed at all. Due to inefficient shuffling processes, terminals waste as much as $20 billion a year, but BlueCargo would eliminate that waste with machine learning, they say. The company has one paid pilot with France’s port of Saint Nazaire to date with three more in the works around the world. BlueCargo is also about to start working with the port of Long Beach, California — one of the largest ports in the US.

HoneyLove

HoneyLove aims to disrupt the traditional shapewear market by making an affordable, high-quality product that actually works.

The $89 product uses supportive structures inside the seams of the garment, similar to the flexible boning used in old-school corsets, and encases those structures in a soft channel of protective fabric. This simple enhancement ensures that the garment doesn’t bunch up around the legs or waistband. The company has already sold $500k in product