#christ i can barely see him and im still fucking weak

[frnkiebby]

pretty sweaty drowned rat~🎃

#he’s fuckin #christ i can barely see him and im still fucking weak #LOOK AT THAT PRETTY HAND #AND PROFILE #and his pretty pretty mouth (what i can see of it. i’ll use my imagination. it’s creative enough 😈) #frnkiebby #frank iero #mcr #frnkiero #mcr5 #mcrmy #frnkie #my chemical romance #my chem #ilhsm

[hydrobunny]

meet me in the pouring rain

tags: comfort, established relationship, aftermath of fights, happy ending!!!!!

obviously, you two had your fights. it would be stupid to think you didn't: stupid to assume the two of you were constantly perfect.

you curl up by the door of your bedroom, trying to stop yourself from crying.

you hated this. you hated how you had expected anything different. of course sae itoshi would choose football over you. it was what he had been doing for his entire life.

but why had you thought today would be something different? just because it was your birthday?

you had asked him if you two were doing anything so excitedly, so stupidly. he had looked at you with the blankest expression you had seen.

and of course when you tried to press the matter, he had snapped at you that he was busy- to not bother him before practice.

and the words had spewed out of your mouth, telling him to get on with it and get out of the house.

sae hadn't argued further, merely blinking at you in vague confusion before slamming the door behind him.

he hadn't returned for lunch. and with the sheer amount of rain outside, you knew he couldn't be practicing still. (well, you mused, there was a slight chance.)

but that meant he had to be taking shelter somewhere away from your home, somewhere with other people.

lightning crackled outside. the rain was really coming on in droves now. you curl further into a ball and listen to your own heartbeat, steady and calming.

the notification sound of your phone was a scare, and you flinch, hard. you look around for the source of the noise. the dings continue on and on.

when you finally find your phone, you're stunned to see the contact sae <33

the messages are a clear change from his usual short ones, practically an entire chain of frantic words. it's a drastic change compared to the dead silence he's been giving you today.

y/n

fuck i'm sorry

i didn't mean what i did in the morning

i forgot the date i'm so sorry

y/n?

i'm outside. you don't have to come if you don't want to. i'll stay.

you stare at that last message. sae was-

you run to her window, heart rate rising. you can barely see past the sheer amount of rain slamming down.

but sae was there. you can make out his vague form, the rain unforgivably landing on top of his head.

you almost fall down the stairs with how fast you run down. you skid to a stop in front of the door.

your hand turns on the knob.

“sae,” you breathe out.

sae looks at you with a bouquet of soaked roses and a small box, looking more like a drowned rat than the boyfriend you knew.

“you're going to get sick,” you sputter. “what were you-”

“i love you,” sae interrupts, eyes glowing with an intensity unfamiliar to you.

you've only seen that look on the field, when he's truly concentrating.

"i'm so fucking sorry," he continues. "i need you to know that you are my first priority. i know i don't act like it- but you're the best thing that's happened to me."

your mouth hangs open, your voice weak. "come inside."

he does. you gently take the roses from him and place them on the table. he pockets the box, and you don't question him.

sae waits patiently for you to speak.

"i'm sorry too," you finally say. "i shouldn't have-"

he grabs onto your hands, squeezing reassuringly. "don't apologize. im the one who forgot. it's not-it'll never be your fault."

you swallow. "i love you. but you should really go change-"

"before that," sae digs back into his pocket and pulls out the neatly wrapped box. "here."

the wrapping paper gives easily underneath your nails. you eye the box warily. it's clearly jewelry, so you crack the thing open-

"jesus christ-" you fumble the box.

sae catches it easily, raising one eyebrow.

"you got a ring?"

"it's not what you think it is." he hums, gently taking the ring out of the box. it's a pretty little thing, all delicate and fragile looking. "my proposal wouldn't be this tacky."

you stare at him. "so the ring is..."

"a promise," he answers as he slides it carefully onto your finger. "for a better one eventually."

the blood rushes to your face immediately. sae doesn't seem phased at all, even if he's just confessed that he's going to marry you.

"i-"

sae sneezes. once, and then twice.

you grab his arm. "okay. you are getting into some warm clothes."

he frowns, but follows you up the stairs anyway.

when the two of you reach the bedroom, you stop him by the door.

"you know, i only wanted two words."

his head tilts almost imperceptibly, confusion leaking-

sae smiles. "happy birthday."

#itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #sae x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock #blue lock x reader #hydrobunny #why do they not have a porch with a roof? who knows

[reminiscentreader]

Love your fics!😩 Can u write one where there is an event the Hawthornes+Avery have to attend but they haven’t left the house cuz Grayson is late and everyone is confused, and then one of his brothers come to check on him in his room only to find out he’s asleep cuz he’s feeling sick, and then that brother stays with him??😭

Thank you for being so patient! I’ve been wanting to write this for a while but I’ve been really busy 😭

Anyways hope you enjoy xx

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Jameson

The annual Hawthorne gala, Hundreds of important rich people from al over the world coming to see the Hawthorne heiress, my Hawthorne heiress. I watch as Avery slips on her deep green dress, it fits her perfectly, she is perfect, “Jamie,” I sit up a little straighter, “zip me up will you?” I make my way off our bed and towards her “of course heiress.” After I zip up her dress I rest my hands on her shoulders and tuck my head into the crook of her head, “you look so beautiful tonight heiress” I reach my hand out to stroke down her braid, “I love you” Avery leans down and presses a soft kiss to the top of my head, “I love you too.”

Grayson

I feel awful. I don’t ever get sick but right now I feel like curling into a ball and dying, I can barely stand up or see and there are tears streaming my face. I hate how vulnerable I’ve made myself, I’m ment to be attending the annual gala for goodness sake, so if I don’t sort myself out in the next five minutes, I’m fucked. I desperately try to make my way to the bathroom but I’m hopelessy stumbling around, tears blurring my vision. What would the old man say if he saw me now? Your letting yourself get sick Grayson? Hawthornes don’t get sick. They are fighters. We don’t let anything get in the way. Kill yourself tobias, is what I would’ve probably thought if he wasn’t already dead.

I don’t know how long I’ve had my head stuck in this toilet for, violently vomiting to the point of passing out, I suddenly feel light headed, maybe I should get some sleep, maybe I should take a break from work? No. Weak.

weak.

weak.

weak.

weak.

weak….

Nash

I clap my hands to get everyone’s attention, “Right ya’ll, everyone here ready to go?” 7 heads nod back at me, “alright let’s head to the car room.” About five minutes into walking Avery exclaims, “Grayson, Have you got the papers we need?” Nobody responds. “G-Grayson?” Everyone starts to look around murmuring, “Now where the hell ‘as Gray gone.” I say looking for him in the crowd of people following me, “Jesus Christ, did anyone see him come out?” Again in response I get a couple of murmurs, “Nobody?” They all shake there heads, “Guess I’ll go find him then.”

After walking all the way back to the house, I was starting to wonder if Grayson wasn’t even in the state, maybe he went to go visit his sister or something, nah, I know gray wouldn’t miss this if he was half dying. I’d stopped to ask one of the maids if they’d seen him, “M-mister Hawthorne hasn’t been out of his wing all day.” I quickly thanked her with the tip of my hat and headed towards graysons wing.

so here I am, stood outside graysons wing I’ve already knocked five times, five times with no response, “GRAYSON DAVENPORT HAWTHORNE I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DONT OPEN THIS DOOR IN 5 SECONDS IM KNOCKING IT DOWN.” No response. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.., still nothing, I know how much grayson hates privacy invaders, but it’s for his own safety, he could be dead in there for fucks sake. So Nash kicked down the door.

Grayson

the first thing I heard when I woke up was the bang of what I assumed to be someone kicking down my door, I tried to pull myself up, to see who it was, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything without it hurting, the next thing I saw was Nash standing at the bathroom door, “oh gray” Nash knealed down to my level and pushed a bit of hair that had fell into my eyes away, “what’s up?” I only grunted in response, I didn’t trust myself, “ok gray let’s get you into bed.” He helped me up, I was shaking so badly, I was tired, so so so tired. I fell asleep almost immediately, I heard Nash pull up a chair next to my bed and say something like, “Get some rest gray, please.” He helped me into my bed and the minute my head hit the pillow I fell fast asleep.

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Nash stayed with Grayson that night, and when his brothers arrived home, he did not tell them what had happened, he simply let them guess, when Grayson woke up, he did take a break from work. The night Grayson Hawthorne missed the annual Hawthorne gala, would become a secret between the two oldest Hawthornes, that the others would never found out about.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><> I am so so so sorry for how long this took 😭 I really hope you enjoyed it ❤️❤️

#the inheritance games #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #the final gambit #nash hawthorne #the brothers hawthorne #the hawthorne legacy #avery grambs #xander hawthorne #the hawthorne brothers

[bangchanswolfpelt]

invading ur ask box without regard for ANYONES safety :) its thinkin about maknaes hours and i WILL share with you my pain.

bts jungkook being my first ever bias... he will always be my specialest boy (even if im now yoogi biased im sorry kookie i still love u) and lately he's been going insane i don't know what happened he has piercings?? and his hair??? catch me simping over bunny boy any day

svt dino lowkey murdering me more every second?????? his fear solo dance and the dino danceologies did me in.... sir ur talent.... also his little :] smile...... the fond exasperation he expresses around his hyungs...... *clears throat* gaydies and lentilmen..... him.

skz i.n is like. not even real to me. when did he get muscles?????????????? he's simultaneously unfairly hot and unfairly adorable (and actually the breaking point for me and the reason i decided to write this rant to u lmao <33) mr. yang jeongin u r in the middle of a very scary song (stream maniac) and u have the nerve to SMILE CUTELY at me. the NERVE. i am still in shock. not even going to talk about cheese bc i might go feral

tbz kim sunwoo. i have spoken on this man AT LENGTH. i don't think i can even express the way that he makes me feel. ultimate bf material i take absolutely no criticism. (also eric is my adorable baby who has the unfortunate (for me!!!) talent of nailing every single sexy dance in existence: see the kpop random dance video)

atz jongho i have nothing but platonic feels towards but he can also break apples with his bare hands whilst hitting notes multiple octaves than i, an afab woman, can sing so. we stan.

there are more but i will leave you to your peace. (for now).

xoxo honey anon 🍯 <3333

(ps i sent u the second svt dynamics ask a little while ago- let me know if tumblr ate it so i can resend :D but otherwise take your time!)

hello hi, literally NO ONE belongs in my ask box more than you honey, even if i am GARBAGE at clearing it out—i will endeavor to make this a better home for you, i promise :']

also you are here with MAKNAES my most unfortunate weakness

first off—JEON JUNGKOOK. i thought we were good, i thought we were safe when we hopped on the BTS train at the start of quarantine? i didn't feel weird about how young he was, but i also just wasn't that interested—he was the big buff bratty baby whom i was immensely fond of and not at all interested in fucking!! and then—"MY TIME" HAPPENED??? i spent the entire lead up to the online concert ready for him to decimate me with something SAD, but then he was HOT(and sad)????? i'm p sure i still have like 2k of messy fucking sitting in scrivener that i wrote in a horny fugue state trying to cope with the sudden revelation 💀

don't even get me started about his piercings!! he got that eyebrow piercing just as i was considering getting one, then he did the exact same thing to me with the lip piercing??? i'm so mad at him always, but also so incredibly fucking soft, he's My Baby (exasperated, horny)

hahaha, christ, aND DINO—back when i was first getting into Seventeen and i swore '97 was my line in the sand, i said that looking at Dino felt like looking down the barrel of Chekhov's gun. i don't know when act 2 hit, but we sure as fuck are in it now!! it is so easy to get lost in the crowd when you have twelve big brothers, but he is so begrudgingly fond, and also just constantly working his ass off and you can tell and i love him for it🥺

(not to mention that the drive to prove himself has to mean some wild s—*gunshots*)

Jeongin!! ahahaha, every time i am reminded he has biceps i want to expire. i am not surprised he was your breaking point, i decimated a whole discord thread with pictures of his hands and took like thirty points of psychic backsplash damage in the process. he's so carelessly hot and goofy and cute and a little sadistic and deranged, it simply is not fair!!

he also very often gives me a similar vibe to Dino?? in that being The Baby is something that he's not particularly suited for and maybe even occasionally grates on him, but also calculating and spoiled along the same vein as JK, where he's totally willing to lean into it for whatever advantages/leeway it gets him. Maknae On Top, bitches 🥲

Sunwoo~~ do not get me started~~~ about garbage boy pretty boy awful insufferable slut of a boy Kim Sunwoo~~~~~

i'm ninety-nine point nine percent sure that boy isn't my bias, but sometimes i look at the album on my phone dedicated exclusively to pictures of him eating and i'm not so sure. you say ultimate boyfriend material, i say ultimate nightmare material, and i don't think those are necessarily contradictory statements. @tmrwxtg dropped his cover of 100 Degrees on me forever ago, and there might be a summer heat wave au simmering in my drafts because of it 😓🥵💀

and Eric. oh god. Eric. i have said unholy, criminal things about Eric in the shadowy corners of discord and i will leave it at that. i've done away with MOST of my shame, but the things Eric makes me think... that boy ain't fuckin safe around me. 👿

oh man, Jongho. i have paid so little attention to him, it is criminal. i am with you on the platonic adoration train—he is such a sweet little bear, i just wanna ruffle his hair like he is my Actual Little Brother even if i would probably have to climb a ladder to do so. he seems so reliable, too—i would trust him to crack my neck with those apple-destroying hands🐻

and i got the second part of svt dynamics, it's going up soon!! you really are such a treasure😭🥺🥰

#honey anon 🍯 #mail corner 📬 #bts🐋 #skz🔪 #tbz🧂 #atz🏴‍☠️ #we are clearing out the inbox #little by little #i promise

[avenging-fandoms]

SHUT UPPPP COS RAFE WOULD TOTALLY CRAVE HIS INITIALS ON YOUR THIGH FFS IM WEAK

OUTER BANKS MASTERLIST

*content warning: knife kink. blood kink. possessive!rafe. carving of skin (yn&rafe). if these are not something you can read, that's okay! check my obx masterlist, there's milder things in there!

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rafe's hand touched your thigh, thumb rubbing over your skin with his jaw clenched. his fingers gripped your skin slightly as you talked to john b about a school project.

"so i'll see you tomorrow then?" john b asked and you smiled, nodding and waving goodbye to him. you gasp and slap rafe's hand that left a red mark on your thigh.

"was there a reason you were gripping me so hard?" you took the last sip of your drink, you and rafe standing up and holding his hand.

"i don't like him, and yet you still talk to him" rafe opened your door and you hopped in, and he slammed it. rafe got into the driver's seat and drove off to his house, barely even looking at you.

"it's not my choice, jealous. we have a project together. it's too late in the project, not like i would switch partners anyway" rafe snapped his head at you and you chuckle, putting your hands up in a shrug. "he's a nice guy, rafe. plus he's dating your sister"

"and do i talk to my sister?" he asked, eyes dark. you roll your eyes and shake your head. "i don't trust that john b. he looks at you weird"

"no he doesn't! he loves your sister, and he knows i love you!" you exclaim as you follow him into his bedroom. rafe closed the door behind you, pressing you against it with his hand holding your cheeks, squishing them together.

"you're mine, hm?" rafe asks lowly and you nod, holding his shirt.

"all yours, rafe" you whisper and he smirks, kissing you roughly and pushing you onto his bed. you sat up on your elbows, your head touching the headboard and he laid in between your legs.

rafe opened his pocket knife, pressing the cool metal against your skin. rafe ran the tip of the knife over the waistband of your shorts, trailing it down your skin to your thigh.

"all mine" rafe whispered and pressed the tip into your skin, cutting a line softly. you gasp and sit up, pushing his hand away. you panted and looked as rafe kissed the cut. "i want everyone to know you're mine. i want to be the only one in between your thighs" rafe smirk, wiping his lips of your blood.

"you're fucking nuts, rafe cameron" you gripped his hair and kissed him. "and i'm fucking nuts for telling you keep going" you whisper, holding his hair as he continued. you hissed, screaming his name and twitching. "rafe, jesus fucking christ" you nearly pulled his hair out of his head, rafe grabbing a tissue and wiping the knife.

rafe dragged his finger over your new scar, drawing a heart next to his initials in your skin with the crimson liquid. his initials weren't huge, it was small. bigger than a quarter, nothing too big. but this was definitely crazy.

rafe cleaned you up, putting a large bandaid on top and kissing it. "rafe cameron, you are nothing like i have ever met before" you breathe, rafe climbing on top of you and kissing you slowly.

"do you want to put yours on me?" he whispered and you looked up at him, then watching as your fingers pushed opened his polo a bit to touch his chest over his heart. "do it" rafe taunted, holding his knife out to you.

you bit your lip as he rolled off of you, and you straddled his waist. you unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it down his arms. you flipped open the knife, pressing the tip against rafe's chest. you trailed it up his neck and under his chin, watching him with hooded eyes.

"are you jealous, rafe cameron?" you ask quietly, watching the knife move as he swallowed. you smirk, pressing it against his lips and pulling his lip down.

you pulled the knife down back to his chest, his fingers gripping your thigh and hissing as you scar your name into his skin. you smile and kiss your initials, rafe holding your chin and kissing you.

rafe hummed, the iron taste pouring onto his tongue. you pulled away breathlessly, shaking your head. "so fucking crazy, rafe cameron"

"i'm crazy about you" he breathes, holding the back of your neck and picking you up, taking you to the bathroom. you two showered, cleaning your newest additions.

you and rafe laid in his bed, and he touched his finger over his initials. "now i'll always be in between your thighs. and you'll always be mine, no matter if you have someone else" rafe whispered and you shake your head, kissing him.

"not like i want someone else anyway, you're the crazy man for me, rafe cameron" you whisper, kissing him slowly and rolling on top of him, your towel falling off as he tied his own.

"and you're the crazy one for me, yn" he smiled, kissing your chest and admiring you and you pressed your hips down against his, the both of you groaning.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron imagines #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron blurbs #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron angst #john b #john b routledge #obx #outer banks spoilers #drew starkey #cw: knife #cw: knives #cw: blood

[ppersonna]

out of my league - knj | 01

you were out of my league. got my heartbeat racing. if i die, don't wake me, cause you are more than just a dream - out of my league, fitz and the tantrums

✹ summary- Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out about your years-long hopeless crush on him. And he most definitely was not supposed to find out about it in front of all your coworkers in a company-wide meeting.

✹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

✹ pairing- kim namjoon x reader

✹ word count- 6.6k

✹ genre- angst, smut, comedy

✹ chapter warnings- swearing, descriptions of sex, sexual content, namjoon being a sexy flirt, jungkook being a himbo, awkward conversations, jimin being a protective bff

✹ a/n- hello and welcome to this fic thats lived in my google docs for almost a year now. without @ladyartemesia @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen and @chimoona, i would never have posted it. i truly owe so much of my brainstorming and creativity to their incredible brains and thoughts and ideas. i love them very much! i hope you enjoy this first chapter! please feel free to message me, talk to me abt anything!! im always here to chat. ILY!

MASTERLIST

Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out this way.

You planned to confess your undying, unerring love for your coworker at a better time, a classier place. You would wear a dress that highlighted your features, hair cascading down your back, makeup done to perfection and spritzed with expensive perfume. You’d confess, he’d confess right back, and you’d live happily ever after.

You’d also dreamt that Kim Namjoon would have the slightest inkling of who you are before he finds out about your year long crush. He might know you as the mousy girl in the office who doesn’t talk and doesn’t contribute much other than some crunched numbers and apparently the best coffee brewer in the office. But you’d prefer he knows you well—your favorite colors and movies and foods, what makes you happy and sad; things future husbands should know.

You very much did not think it would happen in a company wide conference, full of over five hundred suit-wearing executives. You did not think it would be done by the office bully, Chungha, who carefully takes over the mic and speaks the words clearly as she presents awards of recognition.

“Congratulations to Kim Namjoon for 5 years with the company, over $4 million in revenue, and the object of ____’s lust and affection. I’m sure you two will have the happy life she’s written in her journal about. Make sure you celebrate with her today!”

The room is silent, so silent you could have heard a pin drop from a mile away. Your face is cherry red and you wish the earth would open up and swallow you whole. Your heart feels like someone has ripped it in half and you stare in horror at the girl smirking at the front. Is this what it feels like to be backstabbed? Namjoon looks perplexed—confusion written on his face as he gestures around to no one in particular like he’s saying ‘what the fuck was that?’

Awkward coughing and clapping begins and Namjoon stands to receive his award, a fine wooden fountain pen, and chances a glance around the room. He easily spots you, with your wide, frightened face. His look remains passive, not hinting what he’s thinking behind those stormy eyes, before he turns and sits back down at the table with his buddies from his department.

You seriously contemplate quitting your job. You could find a new one easily, right? Just stand up and tell your boss you quit and you’re out of there before Namjoon ever sees you again and you’ll never have to face the mean girl who’s ratting you out.

As much as the idea rolls through your head, you know you won’t do it. You love your job, love the security and finances it provides you, and you love to look at Kim Namjoon, all day every day.

You don’t understand where things went wrong.

( one month ago )

It’s 9:03 am. You finish brewing the coffee in the small staff kitchen and sigh at the aroma of the freshly ground beans. Coffee is your favorite meal, favorite time of day, favorite snack, and preferred beverage. You drink it constantly. You’re known as “coffee girl” at work, mostly because no one really bothers to get to know you beyond that. You drink coffee like it’s a devoted religion. You could drink a cup right before bed and still sleep like a baby. It was, put simply, your drink.

The office workers deem you to be the one to make the pots of coffee every morning, claiming you were the ‘best’. You didn’t mind—you preferred to make your own coffee regardless—but you believe your coworkers are trying to pass off the twenty-minute job to someone lower in the office hierarchy. And you were one step above the interns.

The coffee machine chimes to let you know it’s hot, and it’s ready for you. You eagerly pour a mug, a large one, and smile as the waft of freshly ground beans (by you, of course) fills your senses.

You nearly knock the cup out of your hand as Kim Namjoon strolls into the office, eyes set on the coffee.

You feel your throat swell up, like he’s an allergen and you’re caught without an epi-pen. Butterflies swirl in your stomach and you can’t stop staring at him. He pays you no mind, tired yet determined to pour a cup of coffee and get back to his office.

You stand in the small kitchen, clutching your coffee like a lifeline, and pray to god you don’t do something stupid.

Namjoon pours his mug, and you watch his muscular hands grip the coffee pot. He pours a hefty amount of cream and sugar into his cup—it appears even perfect male specimens have their faults. 

Your eyes dance on his face before they tango down his body. You wonder what he looks like in the morning, crawling out of bed with mussed hair and a sleepy smile painted on his face. He’d look at you and tell you you’re the most beautiful girl and kiss you deeply despite morning breath. Maybe he’d take you to the shower to press you against the tile as he fuc-

“Oh!” it startles Namjoon to see you, and the coffee in his hand swishes violently. “Didn’t see you there. Sorry!”

Your heart melts. He’s the picture of kindness and politeness. You recognize it’s been a few seconds and you still haven’t replied.

“It’s fine!”

“Great coffee, by the way,” he smiles. His teeth nearly knock you out cold with their brilliance. “Have a good day.”

He turns and exits the room without so much as a glance back at you. Your knees feel weak.

Kim Namjoon talked to you. He complimented you. He told you to have a good day. It’s the best and most significant conversation you’ve had with your secret crush.

You definitely file that away for another day when you need to reminisce on his compliment, and you scurry out of the kitchen towards your desk.

Park Jimin is waiting dutifully at your desk when you arrive, a smug smile still slapped over your features as you sip at your coffee. Namjoon spoke to you today—how lovely.

Jimin quirks an eyebrow. 

“What’s got you so perky this morning?” 

You’re normally quiet and passive, avoiding eye contact or any semblance of emotion on your face.

You look up at the blonde bespectacled boy. Park Jimin is the closest thing to a best friend in the company. He’s who you spend time with at lunch, see on weekends, and text often. You suppose he’s the closest thing to a best friend you have in your entire life.

You send him a smirk and lean in close to whisper. “Namjoon said hi to me today!”

Jimin sends you a pitiful look and pats your shoulder. Your best friend is well aware of your secret crush and while he thinks Namjoon is a nice guy, he thinks your crush is a little hopeless. He’s the most popular guy in the office, often has dates lined up every weekend. Jimin hears the way he and his friends talk in the break room. The man is definitely not hurting for female attention.

“Oh, honey,” he sighs, unenthusiastically. “That’s great.” He can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness over how excited you’re getting from a simple ‘hello’ from a coworker.

“I know, right? Anyway, lunch today?” You ask as you settle down into your cubicle.

Jimin pushes his glasses up his face and nods. “Of course! That’s why I came by this morning. I wanted to let you know that Jungkook from marketing will join us.”

You make a face, disgust etched in the lines creasing your forehead. 

“Why?”

Jungkook is well known in the company. He’s a loudmouth, a player, a clown, and everyone’s favorite comedian. He’s just not your favorite.

“Don’t be rude,” Jimin admonishes at your grimace. “He asked to join and well—he’s cute. I can’t say no to him.”

“Oh Christ, Jimin,” you groan. “Not you too! Don’t tell me you have the hots for the serial fuckboy?”

He blushes lightly and shrugs. “Maybe I do! Be nice to him today or I’ll eat all your chocolate ice cream I know you have at home.”

You stick your tongue out, petulantly. “Fine, now let me get to work or else Seokjin will be up my ass.”

Jimin smiles and kisses your cheek before he scurries away, back to human resources.

It feels as if barely any time has passed. You’re working hard, running calculations and updating spreadsheets. You have an eye for numbers, and losing yourself in an equation is just another day for you. You’re shaken from your cheerful place by a vibration from your phone, and a text alert popping on the lit screen.

jimin 12:01 pm- it’s lunchtime!! you better get your butt out here!

You smile and text back an affirmative reply, then move to grab your lunch from the company fridge. Gliding down the steps leading to the fresh outdoors, you meet Jimin at the lunch tables in the grass.

Jimin is sitting with Jungkook. You can recognize your best friend by his hair and glasses, and Jungkook by his obnoxious laughter.

“Hi,” you murmur as you sit down and open up the brown bag lunch you’ve brought.

“Hi!” Jimin is excited to see you, and just a pinch over eager to be sitting next to Jungkook.

“You know Jungkook, right?” Jimin asks, a harsh look in his eyes that reminds you to be on your best behavior.

You nod as you pull out a bag of grapes. “Oh, yeah, hey,” you smile. “I’ve seen you around.”

Jungkook delivers you a signature smirk and you feel yourself roll your eyes internally. “Yeah, you’re Coffee Girl, right?”

You pout and glare down at your brown bag lunch. Will you ever become more than just Coffee Girl?

“Yeah, I suppose that’s me.”

Jimin clears his throat to dismiss any awkwardness. 

“So, Jungkook, I hear you like working out? ___ likes to work out too. She drags me to the gym sometimes. Maybe we could all meet up sometime?” You don’t miss the hopeful lilt in his voice. Jungkook does.

“Oh, yeah?” He narrows a sexy look at you, rather—a look he thinks is sexy that you find off-putting. “What do you do at the gym? Little cardio sets with 5 pound weights?”

What an asshole.

“Sometimes,” you state as you take a bite of the homemade salad you handcrafted last night. “Most of the time I’m lifting heavy. I can bench 275 and deadlift 300.”

Jungkook looks taken back. “What, really?” He sounds breathless. “You lift more than Namjoon-hyung.”

At the sound of the love of your life’s name, you pause. Your face heats quickly and Jungkook smirks. Of course, he recognizes this and not Jimin’s obvious flirting.

“Why are you blushing?” He asks. “Did I say something?”

You’re quick to dismiss things. “Um--no. I just um,” you’re grasping at straws. “I’m hot.”

Jimin is trying not to laugh, hiding his mouth behind a petite hand.

Jungkook tilts his head. “It’s not even sunny today.”

You gulp. “Yeah, I must be hot. With a fever. M-malaria… probably.”

Jungkook snorts. 

“You have malaria? Bummer.” He picks at his nails. “I thought for a moment you had a thing for Namjoon.”

“No!” The retort is quick, too quick for normal conversation, and it gives you away.

“Aha!” Jungkook points an accusing finger at you. “You have the hots for him, don’t you?”

Your features melt, and Jimin tries to assuage the situation. “Jungkook, please don’t tell anyone,” he pleads.

Jungkook smiles at you. “That’s so cute. It’s like a little nerdy freshman crushing on the senior class president.”

You bury your head in your hands, suddenly unable to stomach any food.

“Jungkook,” Jimin’s tone becomes more firm, authoritative. “I’m asking you this as a friend. Please, don’t say anything.”

Jungkook holds his hands up to prove his innocence and waves his proverbial white flag. 

“Secret is safe with me,” he promises. “But it’s cute. I know him really well, you know. I could try to hook you two up.”

You blanch, unsure if you want Jungkook saying anything about you to the man of your dreams. 

“I’m good, but thanks,” you offer meekly. “I’m not feeling well. I’m going to head back to work, okay?”

Jimin frowns, knowing you’re feeling like a cornered animal, and nods. “Feel better, babe,” he sighs.

Jungkook watches as you leave and turns to Jimin. “Man, he’s way out of her league.”

Jimin slaps the boy in the chest. “Be nice, asshole, that’s my best friend.”

Jungkook promises to be nice, and Jimin is blissfully unaware that others are listening and that the man beside him is easy to persuade.

( present day )

The company-wide meeting adjourns soon after what is likely to be the most embarrassing moment you’ve ever lived through.

You’re grabbing at your things and trying to run out of the room, desperate to get out before anyone sees you or talks to you or laughs at you.

A hand grabs at the coattails of your suit jacket and you’re pulled backwards with a yelp. You turn to seek your captor and find the concerned face of your best friend, Jimin.

“Are you okay? What the fuck just happened?”

Jimin’s concern makes it all real. Until now you could pretend you were in a fugue state, totally dissociated from reality. Now, you realize that everyone in the entire company is aware of your crush on Kim Namjoon.

You can feel your bottom lip wobble, tears threatening to spill. Jimin murmurs an ‘oh shit’ and drags you out of the large room and into the nearest bathroom. He pushes you to sit against the sink and passes you toilet paper to dab at your eyes.

“I don’t know how she found out!” you cry. “God, I feel so stupid and embarrassed.”

It incenses Jimin. He’s holding it back to ensure you’re okay, but in reality, it’s an HR nightmare waiting to happen. He’ll find who did it and punish them accordingly.

They will suffer. 

“It’s okay, babe,” he pulls you into a hug. “Everyone will forget about it soon. They’ll think it’s just a lame office joke, okay?”

You nod, feeling the slightest bit comforted by his words. 

“How could she find out, Jiminie?” You ask with a sniffle. “You’re the only person who knows.”

Jimin sighs and shakes his head.

“I don’t know, but they’re dead. I haven’t told any-... oh, my god,” Jimin stops suddenly. You look up at him to catch what he’s thinking.

He growls and balls his fists. 

“Jungkook knew.”

You let out a sob and bawl your eyes out into the tissue you’re holding. Jimin holds you tighter while he conjures up a hundred different ways to hurt someone and make it look like an accident.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin sighs, trying to comfort both you and himself. “I’m HR. I have to handle this. I’ll make sure they get what they deserve.”

You feel a sting of pain for Jimin. He’s been hopelessly doting on the man who spilled the beans for a few months now, even got to take him on a few dates. It was still nothing serious, but Jimin was clearly smitten.

“I’m sorry you have to do that, Chim,” you whisper. “I know how you feel about him.”

“Yeah, well,” he swallows thickly. “You’re more important than any asshole.”

Jimin holds you tight for a few minutes longer, before you clean yourself up and steel yourself. Ignore everyone, Jimin encourages. Just get to work, he says. Then you can go home and we’ll drink wine and forget about it all, he promises.

You replay his words in his head like a prayer as you walk down the corridors and towards your office. Everyone in the hallways stops to stare at you. They lean towards their friends and whisper. You hear snippets of their gossip, like “Namjoon” and “out of her league”. It drives the sharp blade lodged in your chest even further. It threatens to collapse your lungs and break your ribs.

You make it to your desk safe and sound and bury yourself in work and forcibly ignore the gawking and the stares. 

Just make it home. Just get through the day. You’re almost there.

You could do this.

You nearly make it the entire day before running into the one person you didn’t want to see, Kim Namjoon.

At the end of the day, you’re taking the stairs down to the parking garage instead of the elevator. The elevator is too busy, too many people, and you’re trying to avoid the stares and giggles at your expense. The stairs are always deserted and you figure it’s your safest bet.

You can nearly hear the wine calling your name at home. A delicate glass of Sauvignon Blanc and some chocolate ice cream and a good cry—it sounds like the best and only way to unwind after the worst day you’ve ever had in your life.

The chanting of your name gets louder and you wonder if you’ve finally lost your mind—if you’re actually hearing your wine bottles all the way at home talking to you.

No, wait. The voice is real, and coming from behind you. You turn around to face who’s calling you and nearly faint at the sight.

Kim Namjoon stands on the landing above you, one strip of stairs between you.

“Hey!” He seems glad he’s caught you. “I’ve been calling your name for a minute.”

You swallow and search for an answer. 

“Sorry, I’m-.. I guess I’m just a little out of it today.”

Namjoon grimaces. 

“Yeah, about that…” he begins as he takes the steps down to be on equal ground as you. Your heart is spinning wildly. He’s so close to you. He’s talking to you. On any other day you’d be erupting towards the sky like a firework. But today isn’t any other day.

“I feel like I should apologize,” he states. “I don’t know what happened. I didn’t plan it or anything.”

Damn him and his kindness. Damn him and his cute, awkward smile.

“No, no,” you assure. “I know you didn’t. You don’t have to apologize.”

It’s hard to make eye contact with the man. You want to, know it’s important in intense conversations like this, but the thought of him seeing you—really seeing you makes you ache inside.

“It was a really shitty prank,” he begins. “I’m sure you don’t even know who I am, let alone have a crush on me.”

For the millionth time that day, your face heats to a near boil. You stammer and you’re sure you’ve blown any chance at even thinking about a date with Namjoon.

“Oh, uh, right,” you seek an answer, beg your brain to pick something to say that doesn’t make you sound stupid. “I do.”

“You do what?” He’s confused and you widen your eyes at what just left your mouth.

“I do know you! I mean, I do have a crush on you! Oh, fuck,” you shove your face into your hands. “Please, ignore that. I need to go. Sorry!” You don’t give him a chance to reply, you book it out of the stairway as fast as your heels will take you.

Today was the worst day you’ve suffered through in your life.

The next few days aren’t much better.

Not only are you “coffee girl”, you’re now also sarcastically called “Namjoon’s girl”. As much as you hate your initial title, you’d prefer it to the new one they throw at you as you walk by.

Jimin rats out Jungkook and Chungha to the bosses. They get two weeks probation and they have to write you apology letters if they wish to keep their permanent files clean of any reprimands. It’s a slap on the wrist, and everyone involved knows it. Jimin is furious and wants the boss to reconsider. You tell him not to push it. You’d rather this be over and everyone to forget it even happened. Jimin unwillingly agrees.

You’re working at your desk, earphones shoved in your ears to diffuse the gossip in the room, when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn and are greeted with the face of Judas Iscariot himself, Jeon Jungkook.

“Hi,” he sounds sheepish, cheeks reddening.

You narrow your eyes at him, sharper than steel. “What the fuck do you want?”

He winces, knowing he deserved that. “Well, I just wanted to apologize. I know they told me to write you a letter, but it seems too impersonal…”. 

You can’t believe Jungkook is sucking his ego up and actually coming to you to apologize. You thought he’d for sure be the one to cop out and send a shitty letter.

He continues. 

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry that all went down. I didn’t mean to tell her. She got me drunk and said she saw me eating lunch with you and Jimin. I think she was jealous or something and it slipped out. I know that’s not an excuse. I fucked up your trust and Jimin’s trust. But I just wanted you to know I didn’t do it to be an asshole. She sort of duped me.”

You pause as you take in the man’s apology. He didn’t have to come to you in person. He could have easily taken the shitty route and half-assed a letter to you. But he didn't, and he owned up to his mistake. God dammit.

“I appreciate your apology, Jungkook,” you sigh and you see his body visibly relax. “I’m still mad, but I guess the anger is at her for doing it in the first place. I’m sorry she tricked you.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and kneels down beside you. “I’m really happy you believe me. I was worried you were going to kick me in the nuts.

“I won’t lie, I thought about it.”

He smiles with you, and you feel like this is the restart of a friendship. “I definitely deserved it.”

You shrug and smile. “Jimin would kill me for hurting you. He might even kill me for thinking about hurting you.”

Jungkook’s smile drops at the name of your best friend. Yikes. Looks like there’s still trouble in paradise.

“I think you’d be in similar company with Jimin right now. He’s not speaking to me.”

You let out a breath through your nose. “Yeah, he’s a little protective of me.”

“For good reason,” he admits. “You’re like a cute little flower. A cute nerdy flower.”

“Jungkook,” you warn. “I just forgave you after I was humiliated in front of the entire company. I’d be careful with calling me nerdy right now.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

It’s hard to stay mad at the boy, no matter how much you dislike his reputation around the office. The fact that he humbled himself enough to seek you out and apologize is proof enough to you of his character.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. I forgive you,” you smile. “Thank you for apologizing.”

He rubs the back of his neck anxiously as his cheeks flare red.

“Yeah, it felt pretty shitty to just… do anything else. Plus, you seem really cool.”

“You seem great, too, Jungkook.”

He smiles and pulls you in for a hug, catching you off guard. For the fuckboy type, he’s surprisingly sensitive and soft. You like that about him.

“I’ll see you around, okay?” He says as he pulls away from you.

“Maybe you should apologize to Jimin, too?” 

His smile drops, but he nods anyway. “Yeah, maybe I’ll go find him now.”

“Good luck,” you offer with a pat on his shoulder.

With a sad smile, he turns and heads down the hallway towards the HR department. You pray Jimin shows mercy to the handsome boy.

A few weeks go by, and you’re sure that everyone has forgotten about you and your most embarrassing moment to date. You make the coffee, you calculate the numbers, everyone ignores you. Things return to relative normalcy.

Until it doesn't. The moment you think you're safe is the moment your guard comes down and everything falls apart around you.

It's when you're in the staff kitchen, grinding fresh beans to brew a second pot of coffee, that it happens.

The kitchen is fuller than usual. You normally try to wait until the lunchtime crowd dwindles and leaves to make your second pot, but you're so desperate for the caffeine that you can't find it in you to care.

You trudge into the kitchen with your handy coffee mug clutched in your tired hands and head towards the cupboards to grind up the beans.

There's a few groups of coworkers lingering in the room, and as your grinder whirs the beans around into a powder, you chance a look around to see who's among the crowd.

Your eyes flick immediately to where a hearty laugh erupts. It makes your heart still in your throat. Namjoon sits with his usual crowd of friends, hand gripping a homemade sandwich while the other assists him in telling his story to his friends. He pays you no mind—why would he?—and you can't help but stare at the way his dark brown hair lays perfectly against his forehead, and his eyes crinkle so cutely at the edges when he smiles.

You nearly forget about the coffee grounds—you're snapped out of your Namjoon-induced trance when suddenly a woman's laugh echoes around the room.

"Look at her," the voice states.

You peer up and see a girl you vaguely recognize. Is she from Marketing? Or perhaps Sales? You’re not sure, but she’s staring at you with a sneer.

“She’s so weirdly obsessed with Namjoon. It’s so creepy.”

Your face turns cherry red and you’re sure your lungs stop functioning. The air your body needs to breathe freezes and your chest aches. 

Namjoon turns to look at the girl before he looks and sees you grasping your coffee grounds tightly.

“Chungha was right—it’s so weird. Namjoon, you should talk to HR about this!”

Namjoon turns back to the gossiping coworker and frowns. “Can you leave it alone? She wasn’t even doing anything.”

The girl huffs and crosses her arms over her chest and looks back at Namjoon.

“How can you stand to be in the same room as her? She clearly thinks she has a chance with you.”

Her words come out like a bite. She punctuates her point with a harsh laugh and the group around her mumbles and chuckles in agreement.

You’re desperately grabbing at anything you can, wanting to leave as quickly as possible before you’re embarrassed further.

“Well, she does!” Namjoon replies loudly, annoyance written in his features. “I was actually going to ask her to dinner this weekend in private, but since everyone is so fucking interested in my love life, I have to do it publicly.”

The room falls silent, and your favorite mug falls out from your hands and shatters on the floor. All sets of eyes stare at you while yours widen with disbelief—you don't even care that you’re standing in a pool of old coffee and shattered ceramic. 

Namjoon stands and heads over to you, bending down to pick up the shards of your coffee mug. You take a few stunted breaths to kneel and help. 

His eyes peer into yours. They’re warm—a chocolate brown color that makes you feel safe.  

“What do you say?” He asks with a smile so gentle it nearly breaks your heart. “Will you let me take you out this weekend?” 

You’re gaping like a fish and the surrounding room is silent—bated breath waiting for your reply. 

“Yes, I would l-love that.” 

His smile turns even brighter, and he stands to throw the broken mug away. 

“I’ll email you the details, okay?”

Your head nods dumbly without thinking. His eyes sparkle as he smiles at you, and he extends his hand down to you to assist you off the floor. As your hand slips into his, you can’t help but feel how soft and strong he feels. You wonder what his hand would feel like caressing your face, smoothing down the expanse of your bare back, running down the length of your body.

The thoughts shake out of you as he winks and kisses your hand gently, causing the gossiping coworker to grunt her disapproval and for murmurs of shock to echo around the room.

“I’ll talk to you later, doll.” Namjoon winks at you before he grabs his sandwich and leaves the room, gesturing to his crew to follow along.

The place on your hand felt warm where his lips once lingered. You no longer cared about the angry glares from the rest of your coworkers. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, and you leave the kitchen nearly floating on cloud nine.

Email from: Kim Namjoon

Sent: 3:06 pm

Subject: Hey good lookin ;)

Hey! 

Just wanted to see how you are! I’m sorry about what happened at lunchtime. That was super petty and uncalled for. I really wanted to ask you out, and I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much by doing it in front of everyone.

I was wondering if you’d like to go out this Friday night after work? Say around 7? If you send me your address, I’ll pick you up.

Let me know!

Xoxo, Joon

You’re sure if you weren’t sitting in your tiny cubicle, you’d be screaming your lungs out.

The second the notification of the email came through, direct from the man of your desires himself, your body froze.

You re-read the message, over and over and over.  

The winky emoji, the xoxo, the nickname ‘joon’. It’s all so much and makes the grin on your face threaten to split your lips in half.

Your fingers press the “FWD” button and you quickly send the message to Jimin, before you stand demurely, attempting to give off an air of professional confidence. You need to talk to Jimin, now.

As soon as you’re out of the eyesight of suspicious coworkers, you bolt down the hallway towards Human Resources. Your high heels click loudly on the tiled floor, but the sound doesn’t even register in your mind. All you can think about is Namjoon, the email, the press of his lips on your hand, the way his smile made you feel as if you could fly.  

The door to HR swings open with your tight grip around the doorknob, and you open your mouth to call to Jimin, the lone employee, when you’re startled by the sight ahead of you.

Jimin sits on the edge of his expansive desk with his arms thrown around Jungkook’s neck and is clearly engaged in a deep, sensual kiss. At the sound of the door opening, they quickly break apart, with matching cherry red blushes on their cheeks and mused hair.

“Oh, shit,” you gasp. 

The men are silent and you can’t help but giggle after a moment passes. “I’ll take it you two made up?”

Jungkook flashes you a dopey grin, one that gives you an answer, while Jimin smirks haughtily.

“Jungkook and I were just discussing, umm… his 401k.”

Jungkook looks at the blonde boy for a moment, confused, before he gets it. “Yeah! Totally. Retirement. Love to t-talk about it?”

You laugh out loud and walk towards the couple.

“I’m sure it was a titillating discussion,” you tease. “I have good news though, if it’s okay to interrupt this retirement planning session.”

Jimin nods and Jungkook rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly. “I guess I should leave?”

“It’s okay,” you smile. “I trust you.”

Jungkook smiles as if he’s just won the lottery. He looks between you and Jimin, face pure and excited like a puppy.

“What’s up?” Jimin asks as he moves to sit down at his desk.

“I forwarded you an email. Read it.”

Jimin nods and logs on to his posh computer, scrolling and clicking before narrowing his eyes and reading.

“Oh, my god.” Jimin’s face is shocked—it's written all over his features. “Namjoon asked you out?!”

Jungkook’s child-like grin turns into one of shock himself. He runs around to stand behind Jimin, eyes seeking over the words of the email.

“Well, hot damn,” Jungkook whistles. “He asked her out.”

Jimin exchanges a look with Jungkook, one that you’re not sure you can read. It quickly slips your mind, however, as you’re more focused on the task at hand.

“Can you come over tonight after work and help me pick out something to wear?” You ask excitedly.

Jimin smiles at you, a touch of sadness in his eyes, before he nods.

“Of course, babe,” he assures. “We’ll make sure you look nice and hot for the date with Mr. Kim.”

“Thank you!” You squeal as you wrap your arms around your best friend. He hugs you back before you scurry out of the office and back to your cubicle, itching to reply to the message.

Jimin sighs as the door to his office closes behind you.

“Kook, please don’t tell me he’s going to break her heart. He’s asking her out to make himself feel better about this, isn’t he?” 

Jungkook slips his hand into Jimin’s and squeezes. 

“I’ll find out, baby.”

Jimin smiles and nods appreciatively at the boy, before leaning up and kissing him.

Jungkook smiles against his lips, and is determined to ensure the young HR specialist never hates him again, even if he has to go behind his hyung’s back to ensure his new boyfriend’s happiness.

Jungkook has one mission now, and that’s ensuring Namjoon takes you on the greatest date known to man.

He grills Jimin with questions about what you like over dinner one night. Jimin finds it endearing that Jungkook is so eager to rectify his mistakes, but he still can’t help but worry that Namjoon is doing this to save face—not because he actually likes you.

“So, what does she like doing?” Jungkook asks as he spins his pasta around his chopsticks idly.

Jimin smiles as he takes a bite of the ramen Jungkook has thoughtfully prepared for their stay-at-home date.  

“I’ve told you already! She’s easy to figure out.” Jimin pats Jungkook’s hand gently. “She loves cooking and baking, working out, daydreaming about Namjoon.” 

“Cooking, hm,” Jungkook looks thoughtful as he takes a bite. “I think Namjoon can work with that. I’ll let him know!”

Jimin tries to hide the anxiety brewing in his stomach. He’s had to plaster on a fake smile for you while you tried on different outfits, wondering which will be the one to finally convince Namjoon he is the one for you. It’s hard to fake it around his boyfriend, too—but something tugs in his stomach that flares the cynical side of him.

Namjoon went from not knowing of your existence, to watching you get publicly embarrassed in a matter of minutes. While Namjoon isn’t a terrible guy, Jimin knows he doesn’t like anything to tarnish the gentleman reputation he’s built in the office. And as much as Jimin likes him, and surely likes his friend Jungkook, he can’t help but feel skeptical.

Jungkook hurriedly pulls out his phone and types away, letting his elder friend know of what he’s found out. Jimin swallows his food, and his pride, and hopes to god his growing cynicism is wrong.

Friday comes slower than you’d like. You wake up every day during the week, one day closer, and your eagerness hits peak levels. Namjoon sees you in the hallways during the week and winks at you, hands shoved in his tight slacks that make you salivate.  

He emails you again Thursday afternoon, confirming things and getting your address. You reply in nanoseconds, uncaring how overeager you come off. 

By the time your alarm clock rings on Friday morning, you’ve already been awake for 4 hours.

All you can do is daydream about the date, the way his hand fits into yours, the warmth of his eyes when he smiles at you.

It’s what fuels you through work.

You hope to god the numbers you’re attempting to work during the day come out right, because your mind is elsewhere for more than most of the day. There isn’t enough coffee in the world, but also your body feels as if you’ve overdosed on caffeine already.

The clock eeks towards 5:00 pm and you’re bolting out the door at 4:56 to head home and get ready for your date.

Jimin attempts to meet you before you leave, but your desk is cold and empty by the time he gets there.  

He sighs and heads back towards his office to gather his things, waving bye to various coworkers as they file out of the corporate building.

He turns the corner towards his office but stops in his tracks as he sees Namjoon’s back to him, phone pressed to his ear.

“Baby, I’ll come over later tonight, okay?” Namjoon speaks into the phone.

Jimin feels his heart fall into the pit of his stomach. He retreats and hides behind a wall, ear carefully peeled to listen to the tall man’s conversation.

“I’m going on this date with that chick from work,” he sighs. “It won’t last more than a few hours. Poor girl has a crush on me and you know the usual assholes won’t leave her alone.”

Jimin bites his lip and clenches his fist. Namjoon thinks he means well, but he knows his suspicions have been confirmed, and he’s torn inside. He wants to tell you, to warn you not to get too invested in the man, but he also has no interest in popping the bubble you’ve been in since the day he asked you out.

Jimin lets it simmer for now. He decides he’ll monitor Namjoon and cut things off if it appears the man strings you along for fun.

Namjoon finishes his phone call with a promise to see whoever is on the other end of the phone later that night, and Jimin quickly pulls out his phone and fakes a conversation with no one when he hears the man approach.

“Oh, Kookie,” Jimin giggles, leaning against the wall casually. “I can’t wait to see you tonight, either, babe.”

Namjoon walks towards Jimin and makes eye contact with the HR specialist.

“Bye, Kook! See you tonight, baby.” Jimin finishes up the fake phone call as Namjoon arrives next to him, and he plasters on his best fake smile.

“Congrats on you and Jungkook,” he speaks sincerely.

Jimin hates how nice he is, hates that he’s a nice guy who gets too wrapped up in his own good looks and reputation.

“Thanks, Namjoon,” Jimin smiles uneasily. “You too! Have fun on your date tonight.”

Namjoon’s face lights up and Jimin desperately wishes he could go back in time to 30 seconds ago, before he heard the conversation, and believe that Namjoon truly wanted to date you.

“Thanks, should be fun, huh?” He winks and nudges Jimin, before he waves a goodbye and continues out the door.

Jimin pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials the number of his boyfriend.

“Hey, baby. We’ve got a problem.”

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[sailorhyunjinz]

Can I request a fluffy HC? SKZ comforting you while you’re rlly drunk when you get home and taking care of you. (Like you stumble and have to throw up and stuff)

i just realised that i kept on calling my headcanons for reactions?? I MEAN i dont even know at this point lmao imma call it... headcanons/reactions

ALSO new territory for me,,, im usually not much for fluff unless its really captivating or like drabbles (ahhh bf!skz is my weakness) AND SO YEAH UNDERSTAND IF ITS A BIT... lackluster. 

jesus christ ive been listening to touch you for like an hour now ASHAHS save me,,, its too good

HEADCANON sKKRrrT

Warnings; skz x gn!reader; fluff (wow amazing?? cherry writes fluff?) established relationship, drinking, use of alcohol, vomiting, minor injuries, mentions of bruises. 

Bangchan

worry mode; on

lets say you were out drinking

dont even think that you could make it one step outside the pub/club

babyboy would already be waiting in his car outside

the entire car ride home he would tell you to stop drinking so much

“y/n,,, why do you always do this,,, you know how bad it is for your health and im scared that you’ll hurt yourself on the way home”

meanwhile you dont understand anything, rolling in the backseat of the car.

when the two of you arrive home he immediately places you in a warm bath, rubbing your back as you almost fall asleep with your back against his chest. 

worries a lot even though you’re fine

makes you breakfast in bed the day after :(((

Minho

complaining about everything ASHASH

he’s like mumbling underneath his breath, wondering why you’re so stupid and do this every time you go out drinking

much much MUCH rather prefers drinking with you alone 

not only because he can control how much you’re drinking

but also because he likes seeing you tipsy?!?”!?

my brain is working rn u guys

its because he likes seeing this kinda,,, hidden flirty side of you that comes out when someone is tipsy 

yk... the whole.. coming too close or laughing lazily at his jokes YK YK?

god im having such a difficult time to keep this fluffy AHSAHSH I THINK EVERYONE KNOWS WHAT I WANT TO SAY

he gets really soft with you because he knows that you probably wont remember anything SO HE CAN SHOW HIS SOFT SIDE

without you teasing him for it lol

he’d stroke your cheek with the back of his hand while your leaning against him on the couch, falling asleep in his arms. 

he wraps a blanket around you and mumbles softly

“i love you y/n”

Changbin

he’d be just as drunk as you HASHHASHAH

the two of you would have to call chan because none of you can walk properly 

ok but if it was only you being the drunk one then he’d know what to do

him speaking from experience that is 👀 👀 👀 

removes your clothes (NOT LIKE THAT YOU FILTHY FUCK) and tucks you snuggly in bed, giving you a kiss on the forehead

might even remove your makeup if you’re wearing any

he notices a bunch of bruises on your legs, shaking his head at your clumsiness

makes a promise with himself to go with you next time

even though you would want to be with only your friends ahsahsh he doesnt give a shit about that

everything to keep you safe

doesnt want to see his precious baby hurt :((

Hyunjin

sweetheart that holds your hair/clothes back when puking :((

he pats your back gently as his face has a disgusted facial expression, loving you too much to leave you alone in the bathroom but feeling squeamish

“siri, how do you care for a drunk person?”

reads somewhere that you need to replenish water levels after puking and so he just starts bringing a whole pack of waterbottles in the bedroom

“if you need water during the night, it’s over here” 

he’d try to leave the room, thinking that you’d maybe want some space when having the nausea from hell but you quietly whine which caught him off guard

“d-do you want me to stay?”

you nod and he smiles shyly, laying next to you and just looking at you sleeping??

he thinks you’re adorable :((

even if you’re a lot to handle when drunk

Jisung

ngl this mf laughing his ass off when you’re just blabbering random incoherent sentences

“who was your boyfriend now again?” “m-my squirrlll...” you reply, rubbing your face on his shoulder. “your squirrel? am i a squirrel?” you nod which makes his heart beat faster. 

if you were to drink together bet your ass that he would be wrecked 

probably even more drunk than you so... good luck

everytime you wanted to go out drinking with your friends he would try to persuade you to stay with him instead

“look y/n, staying and cuddling with me brings you both a cute boyfriend, take out and movies”

you shrug “doesnt bring my friends” you say putting on your shoes

“HEY! im your friend,,, your boyfriend!” he says back hugging you, dragging you to the couch, just laying down on top of you

“Jisung!! I’m gonna be late, move!”

“nope... we are cuddling tonight, remember what happened last time you went out drinking?”

you were reminded of you lying passed out infront of the apartment which scared the everliving shit out of jisung, thinking you were dead.

“noo....” you lie, smiling mischievously.

Felix

poor boy would let you sleep ahahshs

he’d tip toe around your apartment, trying to be as quieeeet as possible....

only knock down a whole fucking shelf of pans and pots

but a complete sweetheart that makes you food, knowing you’d be too tired to do it with a hangover. 

do you know those jellies that can prevent hangovers??

yeah, you would find those in your bag

he wouldnt let you wear high heels because he’s scared of you falling over in them :(((

also if you go out he has to know at least one of your friends and have their phone number because NUH UH HE ISNT JUST LETTING YOU GO WITHOUT HIM KNOWING EVERYTHING

he cares,,, a lot and doesnt want to see you come home with scraped knees

because that happened,,,once?? or like maybe 10 times??

Seungmin

teasing youuuu

“weak, you barely finished a bottle”

take a bunch of pictures of you leaning against a telephone pole and then tease you for it the day after

NAH BUT WHEN YOUR REALLY DRUNK HE GETS SERIOUS

he carries you on his back, lowkey scared you’d puke on him BUT CARING NONETHELESS

you pass out on the bed, still dressed in your fancy clothes and he simply looks at you, admiring your features

if there’s anything you want, he will get it

“w-water” you groan and soon enough he returns with a glass of water

slowly sitting you up and stroking your hair, getting it out of your face. 

“be more careful next time ok?” 

you nod, not really understanding what he’s saying before pulling him down in bed with you, falling asleep with him in your arms.

Jeongin

he dont know what the fuck he’s doing

panic,,, sheer panic

he himself doesnt drink too much

maybe enough to feel tipsy but not DRUNK DRUNK

so when you stumble in through the door, your shoes in your hand and hair looking like a mess he gets scared HASASHAS

you fall down, scraping your knee in the hallway and he runs towards you and lifts you up, placing you down on the bed

then he’s like “....now what”

in panic calls chan that tells him to make you drink water and place a bucket nearby

he does just as he’s told but kinda scared to leave you alone in a room for too long, pulling down everything in the house to find a bucket

he removes your jacket and wraps you up in a blanket, snuggling real close to you as he slowly strokes your forehead, feeling you sweat a bit

DOESNT LEAVE YOU FOR A SECOND

#stray kids smut #straykidssmut #stray kids imagines #stray kids headcanons #stray kids reactions #stray kids drabbles #stray kids fanfic #skzsmut #skz smut #skz fanfic #skz x y/n #skz x stay #skz x reader #stray kids x gender neutral reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x reader #stray kids x stay #bangchan smut #lee know smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han smut #seungmin smut #i.n smut #felix smut

[rae-arts777]

Makoto and Laurent go see a marriage counselor. For pretty obvious reasons.

Needless to say, their counselor has their work cut out for them.

(JESUS CHRIST I HAD A HEART ATTACK CAUSE I WASNT PAYING ATTENTION AND ALMOST DELETED IT HAHAH)

Anyways-

Oh yes for sure.

After the first session their therapist had to take a drink, cause Jesus Christ, they’ve seen rocky marriages but Laurent and Makoto’s takes the cake.

Let’s be honest. Laurent doesn’t want anything to do with seeing a therapist. He doesn’t think a stranger needs to tell him and Makoto how to be married/love each other. Makoto is hesitated, cause all he’s ever heard that couples that have a marriage therapist, means that their marriage is basically over already. He doesn’t want to admit weakness or anything.

I mean why do they need it? Their wedding was amazing. And they have a precious baby girl. They’re fine right? Right?

Dorothy wants to make amends, she knows she’s screwed up and fucked Laurent up mentally. She shows up one day at their door, Makoto is not happy. Laurent is too shocked to even say anything at all. Makoto is screaming at both of them, in a blind rage, while dorothy is trying to explaining. Laurent can’t say anything or barely move. Elizabeth (9 years old) came home from school to see her father screaming at her papa and some lady in their house. There’s so much going on, no one notices her. Scared she ran out running all the way to her grandpa Oz’s house crying.

Oz of course calmed down his granddaughter, and then went to their house to try to calm the situation.

Let’s just say that night, lots of tears were shed, lots of things were screamed, and Elizabeth stayed the night at her grandpa’s house.

Makoto feels shitty, Laurent feels shitty, make matters worst, their daughter saw and heard things they never wanted her to know. Both of them doesnt know what to say to other.

“So what now..? You’re going to leave me for her.?”

“Of course not…”

“YOU STILL LOVE HER.!!!”

“I-“

“ITS NOT A NO!!”

“Makoto please…”

Oz suggested marriage consoling, well not even a suggestion. Cythina has to get involved, and finds someone for them to see. She drives them to their first appointment, also lecturing them. Telling them they need to be honest.

“If you’re not going to do it for each other, do it for your daughter at least.”

Their therapist is greets them both with a smile. Takes note how tense they both are, and how Makoto moves away from Laurent’s touch.

Their therapist tries to start with an introduction, but Makoto starts going off. Basically telling Laurent everything he’s ever done to fuck up his life. He thought he could actually love and have a life with him. But clearly now that Dorothy is back, that’s all over. Laurent just stares at the floor not saying anything.

“IM NOT HER YOU KNOW!!”

“I know…”

“I HATE YOU FOR MAKING ME LOVE YOU!!”

“I know…”

“BASTARD!!! LOOK AT ME!!!”

The therapist steps in and gently but firmly tells Makoto to calm down. Makoto face is red, and his eyes start tearing up. Laurent still stares at the floor, looking hurt and ashamed.

“Ok…let’s start from the beginning.”

They listen to both sides of the story, doesn’t allow the other to try to but in when the other is talking. What surprises the both of them, the therapist doesn’t judge either of them. Nor side with one or the other. The hour finishes up.

“I think there’s a lot to work on…communication…trust, and moving forward. You two have a lot going for you, and I’m sure you both share the goal to raise your daughter in the best life you can give her. Just because you two are married, doesn’t mean your issues of the past are resolved. You two are really brave seeking help. It’s ok to admit there’s problems in your relationship, it’s better to admit and work through them rather then ignoring them and letting them get worst.”

Both of them..feel relief, reassurance, they’re not a lost cause. They love each other a lot, but there’s still a lot of things to work on when it comes to them as a couple.

“Sorry..” makoto places a hand on Laurent’s

“I’m sorry too..” Laurent kisses his hand.

The two leave after scheduling for other session. When they leave, the therapist sits back and rub their head. It’s for sure a lot to take in after just the first session.

Let’s say mid way through their relationship with their therapist, Cynthia sees too it, the therapist gets some of the best wine from overseas, cause she knows the two can be a lot.

#great pretender #the great pretender #grepre #laurent thierry #makoto edamura #edamura makoto #great pretender anime #domestic edaurent #Edaurent #Makoto x Laurent #they just need a little help #and that’s ok #there’s no shame in seeking help

[lassieposting]

Hi i havent read the books post-resurrection so im kinda lost on why you dont like phase 2 val? She was easily one of my favourite characters ever, she was flawed (and the books took time to acknowledge them) and relatable and still really admirable (intelligent, brave, loyal) and i really liked her and really appreciated that she wasn’t perfect unlike every other young adult heroines. What went wrong😢😢😢😢

Okay I'm gonna put this under a cut because I very strongly dislike phase 2 val and I know it bugs people who don't feel the same, so. Dead dove dont eat

Okay so first off, phase 1 val and phase 2 val are completely different people. literally. phase 1 val was based on an ex-friend of lardo's who used to apparently be involved pretty heavily in like, editing the books and "she'd react like this" or "val wouldn't say that", and that val she was one of my favourite fictional characters from when book one came out to the release of resurrection. phase 2 val is based on his whiny little girlfriend who likes to start shit with 14yos on twitter, and you can absolutely tell she is no longer the same person. so the long story short of "what went wrong" is "the original irl val's friendship with dirty laundry ended for whatever reason and he decided to retcon her entire personality to suit his gf"

Phase 2 Val, in my opinion:

Weak, like won't even fight back when she gets jumped bc boo fucking hoo she's so awful, bitch get up already, nobody signed up for ur pity party

Whiny. So fucking whiny. All the time. And she's the POV character so it's inescapable.

"Pacifist" but in a really pathetic virtue-signalling kind of way like "Oh, I've done such terrible thiiiiiiiiiiings I'm so awfulllllllllllll look how good I'm trying to be nowwwwwwww pay attention to meeeeeeee" kind of way, it was both boring and a massive eye roll. It's a book about magic and asskicking. Kick some ass. We're here for escapism not "realistic" whining. Yes, irl she'd be a mess. As an author it's his job to strike a balance between the "realism" he wants to portray and making his readers so depressed and done with his heroine that they quit reading, and in my case, he absolutely failed.

Everything must be about her at all times. Skug is having personal problems? Fuck him, they're about her now. Everything is about how it affects her, and her feelings, and be damned to the person actually having the problem. Fucks phase 2 val cain gives about anyone except herself: 0

Bitter and jaded. Which yeah I get why but it's like jesus christ what do we get out of reading about this? It's not even good bitter and jaded where it makes you empathise or admire her strength in adversity or whatever, she's just become a really nasty person with no redeeming features that I could see. Which? Landy outright said she's based on his gf? If your boyfriend is gonna drag ur entire personality through the dirt like that and write "you" as just a collection of incredibly negative traits...yikes.

Really ungrateful about the awesome life she leads? Which bugs me bc I fucking hate mundanity and knowing that all there is to life is fucking working and bad mental health. I would kill to live her life. All she does is moan about it. Like? Quit then. Fuck off back to being a mortal if it's that bad and live the shitty life you wanted to get away from in the first place. That way we'd get no more books, and quite honestly, thank fuck for that. But anyway, she needs to pick one, stick with it, and stop complaining about whatever she chose.

The girl wallows in self pity. And if someone else isn't indulging her enough, she'll wallow harder and louder and more obviously. Yawn.

Her POV is now so depressing to read that Resurrection literally tanked my mental health. I'm not kidding. I fell off the self-harm wagon, the suicidal thoughts came back, reading her dissociating would make me dissociate, I just did not cope whatsoever. Being in her head was just like being in my head during my worst points, and I hate myself, so naturally, I hate her too. Like I get why some people like phase two val. I get that her depression is "realistic" and that trauma does just make some people completely dislikeable and self-pitying, and if people want to read about that, then...sure. you do you, my dudes. But I live that reality, I am that person whose trauma made her a dysfunctional, isolated bitch, and I hate, passionately, having it infest the media I consume to escape.

Essentially if I wanted to engage with a bitter, spiteful, depressed piece of shit in her 20s who pushes everyone away and sucks at everything, I'd live my gd life. Yall see me tryna engage with my real life? Hell nah I'm on tumblr dot com burying my head up the ass of whatever fandom will force my brain to produce some s e r o t o n i n and that is what I need this series for

Also? The dynamic she had with skug in phase one? "Until the end"? "You save me, I save you, that's how we work"? Forget that, it doesn't exist anymore. I stopped reading after Midnight, because she was written like he was a coworker she could barely tolerate. They went from "Lardo confirms on twitter that they talked on the phone a bunch while she was in america and he'd always ask her to come home" to "she comes home and proceeds to blank him for five months while she sits in her fuckin multimillionaire's mansion feeling sorry for herself". Their friendship completely disintegrated, they were totally separated for most of the book, she's written as not giving a single shit about him. She treated him like dirt, and their dynamic basically felt like it was becoming "Local Man With History Of Gravitating Towards Abusive Women Makes Same Terrible Choices For Fifth Time" and? that was the point of no return to me. he supports her unconditionally, no matter what he's going through at the time, he's walked on broken bones to try and get to her when she was in danger, she can tell him anything and he'd never use it against her. I did not, for one second in phase two, believe she felt the same about him. tbh it felt like she could - and wanted to - drop him at the first opportunity and not even feel bad about it, and that's not the dynamic that made me so emotionally attached to phase one. i signed up for "until the end", not whatever bullshit phase two has going on.

Apparently she's "less depressed" now and their relationship is "better" in the books published since midnight, which! might well be true. but I haven't read them and don't intend to, and she's gone from one of my favourite fictional characters ever (which! was impressive! because i almost never bond with the female lead - i normally get attached exclusively to the character i crush on, which would be skug here. val was the first female lead i actually cared about since xena! so im deeply salty about losing her!) to a character i? honestly prefer to pretend doesn't exist. i live in war era dead men/generals crackship land because that way, i don't have to acknowledge her or the fuckin character assassination phase 2 pulled on her.

so yeah, no hate towards phase one val at all. phase one val was awesome and flawed and gave me something to aspire to despite my shitty mental health and trauma, and if she'd kept her original personality she might still have been those things. but the original "real life" val is no longer involved (and doesn't talk to landy at all anymore, apparently), and the val based on landy's insufferable gf? i cannot get behind her at all ever, four for skug and none for phase two val cain bye

(tldr; you're not missing anything by quitting after spx)

#skulduggery pleasant #valkyrie cain #anti-val #extremely anti-val #but like only anti-phase two val #bc phase one val was great and i loved her #come back friend!laura val needs you #lardass can't write her without ur input

[stupidjewkyle]

kyle x bebe (smut-ish) fanfic- i hate you

requested by: anonymous

!!AGED UP!!

TW: smut (make out part), suggestive content (mostly just innuendos of being aroused) details of small sexual acts. HELLA tension. i tried to go light on this for it being the first smut-kinda-content on my new account.

NOTE: you guys can imagine whatever you want but please please please picture them 18 or 18+. it would make me feel more comfortable writing this kind of stuff. also please don’t hate on me or the person who requested this. if you don’t like it, just keep scrolling. there is never any need to hate on anyone or anything. thank you :)

it was the middle of class and the students were all taking a timed math quiz. all of them where quickly working, not even checking their answers to see if they were right. all of them are just trying to put down as many answer as they can before the timer stops.

unfortunately for bebe, math was her worst subject. she had only 2 questions, out of 10, filled out. she looked up at the clock. 4 minutes. she started to panic. her face got hot and sweaty. she was embarrassed at how everyone else was either done of about to be, and she had barely started. there was only one more option bebe had to do if she didn’t wanna fail.

she looked over at wendy, and saw that she was done. bebe would ask wendy for answers, but wendy was too far. she looked over at heidi, she was almost done. but it was too risky to ask her for answers. heidi would definitely be too loud about it. cartman sure did change her.

bebe groaned she was out of options. until it hit her. she glanced over at kyle, who sat right next to her and just happened to be the smartest kid in class, and also just happened to be finished. she had an idea.

bebe knocked her pencil case off the desk.

“oh shit! kyle can you get that for me? i cant reach that far.” bebe said in a whiny tone, pouting at kyle.

“uh sure bebe.” he said weirded out at her desperateness. he bent over and started collecting her items. bebe began to write his answers down.

bebe finally finished just as kyle got back up.

“here.” he said. “i still don’t understand why you couldn’t have just picked it up, but whatever...you’re welcome.”

“oh yeah, thanks kyle.” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder.

skip to the next day, same time

“so children. i looked over your tests last night and well. most of you did mediocre, which was expected, but a few of you got perfect scores!” everyone looked at each other smiling wondering who they were. “but children, i also noticed something a little odd. two of you had the exact. same. answers. for every. single. question.”

the students quickly turned from excited, to confused.

“kyle. bebe. see me after class.”

“what the fuck?” kyle said loudly.

bring, bring, bring!

everyone started leaving the class, one by one. except for bebe and kyle of course.

“bebe what the fuck did you do?!” kyle whispered loudly.

“what did i do?? what did you do!” bebe lied, pretending she didn’t know what he was talking about.

“okay children. which one of you is gonna speak up?? who cheated on who?? this isn’t a coincidence.”

“mr garrison, do you really think i would cheat on a goddamn math test??? have you seen my grades for fucks sake??” kyle said, panicking.

“jesus kyle calm down. no i don’t think you did.”

“thank you!” kyle said relived.

“but i doubt bebe would do it either.”

“WHAT?!” kyle screamed.

“see kyle, i told you i didn’t do it.” bebe said sweetly smiling at him, slighting staring at his lips.

kyle groaned. “jesus christ. i’m leaving.” kyle stormed out of the classroom.

“ah shit he left. sorry bebe, we’ll continue this tomorrow.” mr garrison escorted her out of the classroom and closed the door.

kyle was walking outside of school. “fucking bebe. she’s trying to ruin my life. it’s like there’s another cartman.” he mumbled to himself.

“who’re you talking to, you fucking weirdo.” bebe said standing behind him.

“jesus, bebe what do you want?” kyle said.

“nothing...” she started walking close to him. kyle started stuttering. “i just want you to know that,” she pulled him closer to her by his collar, the tips of their noses almost touching. “i. always. win.” she let go of him and then starting walking away.

“holy shit.” kyle said, standing there speechless, flustered, mad, and slightly aroused.

when kyle got home, he immediately called mr garrison.

“mr garrison?? i know what happened with the test. bebe copied off me. she basically told me herself.” kyle said, grinning like the devil.

“oh are you sure?” mr garrison replied.

“positive.”

“well okay then. thank you kyle. bye now.”

he hung up.

kyle laid down on his bed, proud of himself.

time skip to the next day

kyle was walking down the hallways with stan.

“so yeah i ended up loosing the bet but i don’t fucking care. craig has to pay me back anyways.” stan said to kyle.

“no stand. fuck craig. you should’ve won the-“

bebe pushed kyle against the wall.

“KYLE ARE FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!” bebe yelled, stepping in front of him so he couldn’t move. everyone in the hallways turned to stare towards them.

“bebe what the hell r u talking abt?” kyle said putting his hands up to to per-sway his “innocence.”

“YOU PIECE OF ACTUALLY FUCKING SHIT!” bebe pushed him harder against the locker.

“jesus bebe calm down!” kyle said as her knee went in between his legs, almost touching his groin. at this point everyone in the hallways was crowded around them.

“KYLE! IM GETTING AN F ON THE TEST AND DETENTION FOR TWO DAYS AND I HAVE TO DO FUCKING TUTORING NOW! DON’T FUCKING TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!” bebe said pulling his collar close to her, this time their faces touching. some of kyle’s friends started laughing. “kyle’s such a pussy.” cartman said. “yeah bebe’s totally gonna fuck him up.” craig laughed. this made kyle really, really angry.

bebe became weak for a second, allowing kyle to switch positions. he flipped her and then pinned her against the lockers instead, leaving bebe shocked and turned on.

“bebe i swear to fucking god, if you yell at me in-front of everyone again, i’ll beat the shit out of you. and i don’t care that you’re a girl. got it?” kyle said through gritted teeth, staring at her soft,plump lips. kyle couldn’t hide how furious he was.

“got it...” bebe slightly moaned.”

“BROFOLOSKI! STEVENS! MY OFFICE! NOW!” mr mackey said after seeing them against the lockers and seeing how everyone was crowed around them.

kyle and bebe angrily walked with him, ignoring everyone’s “oooooo”’s.

the three of them were now in mr mackeys office.

kyle and bebe giving each other death stares.

“i’ve had it with you two at each other’s throats, mkay? i think you two need to sort your issues out. follow me.” mr mackey said as he started leading them to a classroom. “you guys and me will stay in here all afternoon until your problems are worked out, mkay?”

after 30 minutes, barely any progress was made. the most they said was, “fuck you.” to each other.

“i don’t think i can take much more of this. i’m asking mr garrison for help. ill be back as soon as i find him, mkay?” he said.

“yeah sure.” kyle said his arms still crossed.

“whatever.” bebe said, her arms matching kyles.

5 minutes had passed and it was dead silent. the two were still standing up, both clearly irritated.

“we wouldn’t be here if you had just studied for your math test dumbass.” kyle mumbled.

“maybe if you weren’t such a stuck up prick, we wouldn’t be here. you know, everyone cheats off each other. it’s not a big deal.” bebe said rolling her eyes.

“if it’s not a big deal then why are we here? oh i know, cause you went all psycho in the hallway!” kyle said, raising his voice.

“i was only mad cause you told on me!” bebe said walking closer to kyle, pointing a finger.

“oh right cause this is all my fault.” kyle replied, making fake quotes with his fingers.

“actually it is. maybe if you weren’t so far up your own ass, you’d stop only caring about yourself! you stupid fucking pathetic loser!” bebe said, now staring at his lips.

“god! do you ever shut up??” kyle said, staring right back at her lips.

“make. me.” bebe said through gritted teeth.

kyle and bebe grabbed each other, sloppily making out. kyle pushed bebe against the nearest wall. bebe put her leg around him, pushing him closer. kyle’s hard-on was pressing against her. “i fucking hate you.” bebe said between kisses. kyle smiled and started kissing her harder. bebe put her tongue in his mouth with no warning, making kyle moan slightly. kyle put his hand at the base of her shirt. “can i?” he asked. “jesus kyle. don’t be a pussy. do it.” kyle smiled and started putting his hand up her shirt, until they heard the door rattle.

“SHIT!” they both said at the same time. they got off of each other.

“okay, i brought you too some worksheets to do, to help calm you down, mkay?”

“actually mr mackey, i think we worked things out. we should probably go home now and finish our homework, right kyle?” bebe said, obviously trying to get out of there.

“uh yeah, yes! we really do!” kyle said, struggling to hide his raging erection.

“well i uh guess you could leave early if you-“

“thanks!” they both interrupted and then quickly left.

mr mackey sat down, smiling to himself.

“i’m such a good consular.”

#south park #south park fanfiction #south park fandom #south park headcanons #south park kyle #kyle broflovski #sp kyle #kyle x bebe #smut #bebe stevens #eric cartman #kenny mccormick #south park stan #wendy testaburger #stan marsh #lemon #18+ #south park edit

[haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles]

HAIKYUU IS BACK AND SO HERE I AM 

listen folks, season 4 has come. my crops are flourishing, my skin is clear, i’ve been revived. i cried and watched the opening 4 times, i’ve watched the episodes 3x now. Kuroo has always owned me and bITCH he still does. 

as usual, i have no shame, so have this professor Kuroo x  grad student reader that turned surprisingly angsty (my heart is so full with s4 that idk how it ended that way). i dont even care how cliche this is, im so weak for stuff like this. also i have no idea if this field is even a thing but i dont care 

warnings: suggestive nsfw, angst 

will there be a part 2? who knows 😉 (spoiler, there is...and three and four)

as usual, 💖 J

~

You weren’t exactly sure what you were expecting what your faculty member that you’d be working with for your graduate career to be like, but it had been more along the lines of: crotchety old man, white hair, still sporting tweed suit jackets from the seventies. It definitely never crossed your mind that a young man, probably around your age, you’d guess a bit older since he was already a faculty member, would greet you on your first day.

You also weren’t expecting him to be fucking drop dead gorgeous—and you mean ovary melting, cliché totally swooning material. Never in your life have you felt so nervous around a person before. It really wasn’t fair in the slightest. And on top of it all, he was amiable. The two of you got along swimmingly, half in part to how close you are in age and the other half since you’re both mad about biotechnology.

You tried. You really did. Tried not to develop a crush on him. But the more you got to know him, the more days spent together, you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper because it wasn’t just about looks anymore. You liked him. A lot too. You can’t even explain why. You learned rather quickly he’s no lady killer like he’s looks suggested—oh no. He’s the biggest dork you’ve ever met.  And now you’re head over heels with no hope of going back. It was a rather futile attempt to resist it.

Sitting at your desk, you rub your hands over your face trying to get those thoughts out of your head. Or at least shove them to the far depths of your brain so you can continue to act like everything is fine and not like your heart is going to overwork itself anytime he’s anywhere near you. And god—was that getting increasingly difficult. With your first year ending and presenting your research at the National Biotech Conference coming up, the two of you have been spending more and more late nights in the lab together. Alone.

You might as well dig your grave now.

Just a few nights ago the night ended early because he set off the fire alarm making a hot pocket. The two of you too enamored with the project to notice the microwave on the verge of combusting. Why the hell he put it in there for five minutes was beyond you, but he tried to explain that he was planning on taking it out before the timer ran out. The memory of it makes the corner of your mouth quirk upward.

“You bored out of your mind already?” A voice teases from behind you, making you to jolt in your seat.

Speak of the devil.

You turn in your chair to find none other than the root of your problems: Dr. Kuroo. Jesus fuck you can barely look straight at him without feeling some sort of nerves ball up in your stomach.

Giving him a weak smile, you say, “Those all-nighters are really getting the best of me.”

His eyes soften and christ—you need medical help to deal with the way your heart is stuttering in your chest. By the end of this conversation you’re going to need a defibrillator with the way he smiles at you sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “Riiiight. About those….” He avoids your gaze and you already know what’s coming.

“Another one tonight?”

He sighs. “Yeah. Sorry about that. We’re just really down to the wire now. I want to make sure everything is set.”

You wave him off, there’s nothing to apologize for. You knew what you were getting into here. And you know it’s only his second conference as a distinguished member of the community, so he has a standard to uphold.

A startled gasp escapes you when his voice appears right next to your goddamn ear, his warm breath against your skin practically sending you into a frenzy. “You working on the statistics?” The nod you give him is almost imperceptible, afraid any movements from you are going to give away how his proximity is making you feel. His eyes scan your screen before patting you on the shoulder. “Looks good so far, send it to me when you’re done.”

You let out a breath of relief you didn’t know you were holding when he moves away.

How the fuck are you going to survive the next year?

Hell—how are you going to survive a week-long convention with him?

As he heads back to his own desk, Kuroo glances warily around the office to make note of any suspicious onlookers. It’s been harder and harder to keep that professional line with you, and every public conversation you shared he was highly aware to not slip into his easy mannerisms he found himself indulging in during all those late nights. Because fuck him—he liked you. Why did he of all the options get assigned the one graduate student who is his age and is fucking gorgeous on top of your academic prowess?

He never stood a chance.

He is barreling straight towards an academic violation at full speed and his brakes are broken. That’s how bad it is.

But goddamn he can keep it in his pants for the sake of his job and your career.

That sentiment went to shit that night.

You’re late, which almost never happens. He can count on one hand the times you’ve been late. And you always texted him with your ETA and an explanation but tonight…silence. He knows you haven’t left, he saw you a little over an hour ago speaking to Dr. Yu, and a quick trip to your desk confirms it; all your stuff is still here.

He’s lucky to catch Dr. Yu on his way out, asking if he knows of your whereabouts. “You haven’t seen her?” His brows lift. “Must’ve gotten caught up in the library. Said she was going to stop by there before your meeting.”

Kuroo does an excellent job of hiding his confusion. Meeting? Is that what you’ve been disguising your all-nighters with him as to your colleagues?

That means you feel there’s a reason to keep it a secret.

Or is he reading too far into it?

Nonetheless, he strides towards the library, irked to find most of the lights off and it utterly silent inside. He checks the table area first, then peruses the shelf, peeking down each to see if you’re actually in here. It’s likely you already left and are now waiting for him in the lab in the time since he’s begun looking for you.

He finds you in one of the farthest corners of the library and it isn’t until he approaches you does he realize the situation he’s just put the two of you in.

Alone.

In the dark library.

You’re sat deep into an armchair, legs curled up underneath you, head resting on your hand while you flip through the pages of a book sitting in your lap. You look so picturesque he can’t help but stare for a few seconds before clearing his throat to alert you to his presence.

He scares the absolute shit out of you.

Leaping out of the chair, the book clattering to the floor, you shout, “Holy fu—Dr. Kuroo! You can’t just do that!” Then you blink, like your brain is catching up to you, then you frantically check your watch and outwardly groan. “I knew I should have set an alarm. Sorry, just lost track of time back here.” Smirking softly, he takes a step forward, bending to pick up the book sprawled on the floor. He hands it to you, your fingertips brushing his, a jolt of lightning spearing through you at the contact.

Every sense of yours is filled with his presence, your head clouded with thoughts of what if you just…closed that gap. What would happen if you took just one step forward? Would he let you run your hands over his chest, snaking around his neck to tangle into his dark hair? What would it feel like to press your body against his?

Holy hell—you need to get out of here.

It’s then that you realize you’ve been staring at him.

And that he’s holding your gaze, his golden eyes locked onto yours. The air is so charged you feel like your entire body is buzzing, urging you to indulge in the thoughts swirling in your head. You open your mouth to break the silence, grasping at any sense of logic you have left to end this dangerously tempting situation.

Kuroo���s last strand of self-control splintered the moment he caught you staring at him so intently. The same thoughts weaving through his head as yours, the fantasy he’s had for months now of holding you against him, his lips pressed to yours, is so tantalizingly close he can barely stand it.

So, he comes to decision. Before this opportunity eludes him, he has to act now. He watches as your mouth opens, your better judgement clearly still intact, and before you can get a word out, he leans down to kiss you. His hands finding their way to your waist, tugging you to him, he’s pleasantly delighted to find you sink into him. Your own hands reaching up to curl into his shirt, soft mouth moving against his own, he almost groans at how you’re reacting to him.

He’s intoxicating, the way his fingers are digging into the skin of your waist, how his tongue slips into your mouth, you can barely keep your feet underneath you. What’s even more exhilarating to you is that he initiated this.

He wanted you too.

The thought makes you a bit dizzy.

When he feels your hands travel from his collar to slip your fingers through his hair, this time he can’t help it, a deep pleased sound escaping him, rumbling through your entire body and sending heat straight to your core. Jesus Christ this man his going to be the absolute death of you.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his hands roam from your waist to cup your ass, using the leverage to press you even closer to him, letting you feel just what exactly you’re doing to him. All he can think is that he wants more, he wants you underneath him, chest heaving, moaning his name and no one else’s. With that on his mind, he splays his fingers out underneath your thighs, intending on lifting your legs around him.

The action turns your brain back on, the gears working hard through the haze clouding your mind, realizing where exactly this is going. Your sense of reason finally coming through, screaming: Stop! What the fuck are you doing?! Instinctively, you shove him away from you.

He blinks in surprise as he stumbles back into the bookshelf, thrown off by your sudden rejection.

Your heart crumbles seeing his hurt expression. It’s no use denying it anymore. You want him. So bad that you were this close to throwing all caution to the wind just now. But you can’t, not under the circumstances. He is your colleague. Your superior. What the hell were you thinking?!

Steeling your resolve, you say quietly, “Kuroo…I—That…that shouldn’t have happened.”

You can’t even look at him, too afraid of what will happen if you do.

He knows you’re lying.

He stares at you for a moment, considering all his options. Truly, he’d like to just gather you up in his arms, assuring you everything will be fine, and kissing your worries away until you melt beneath him again. But he knows that’s crossing the line. Instead, he settles on making his feelings clear. He wants you to know where he stands. He doesn’t want you to think what just happened meant nothing to him. But he’s willing to give you space to put your thoughts together.

“I need you to look at me,” he says.

You bite your lip. “I can’t.” Now your throat feels tight with the effort of keeping tears at bay. Why is it like this? Why did you have to meet him in this way? He says your name like a command, so you ball your fists in determination and raise your watery eyes to meet his.

With such surety and resolve it just about makes you burst into tears, he tells you clearly, “I’m so head over heels for you it’s not even funny.”

He’s right, this isn’t funny. It’s anything but. And he’s making it worse by being so goddamn perfect you want to scream. The universe must really be a bitch for putting you through this, making you fall in love with someone who is so off limits. You can feel your heart wilting within your chest as you plead, “I need to leave.”

He lets you go, despite every instinct telling him not to. He spends the night in the lab alone, barely getting anything done through his ever-present thoughts of you. He tries to remain hopeful, that somehow this will all work out. That on Monday you’ll come to work, and everything will be alright.

Monday morning, he finds out you’ve put in a request to join a separate project.

He doesn’t know what to do with the growing hole forming in his chest.

And neither do you.

~

part two part three part four 

#kuroo x reader #Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu #Kuroo Tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou scenario #kuroo tetsurou imagine #reader insert

[n-ugg]

I didn't expect to get tagged but here we are. As you all will be able to tell in a bit, I am a massive Quackity fan

Thank you for tagging me @skeetlehands!

who is your favourite member on the smp?

Look, I love them all but these have a special place in my heart.

Quackity, Slimecicle (I am fully aware he just joined but I still love him), Schlatt, Tubbo, Eret, AweSamdude, and Ponk.

They're just great in and out of character and just have comforting vibes.

when did you first start watching the smp and what made you get into it?

I gotten in during the Pogtopia era since it took me a while to get access to the streams.

I mainly gotten in with the Sad-ist War animatics along with me trying to catch up on Quackity's VODS. Just someone that I was already familiar with being an easier shift into story and learning others through him

what is your favourite part about watching the smp?

Just watching everyone interact with other and just seeing the plot progress in real time. Its literally just dnd but with extra steps but I enjoy it so much

The improv that they all do is amazing and how everyone have different approaches to their characters makes my writer's side so happy with dissecting everything.

What piece of cursed lore is your favourite

That Wilbur canonically fucked a fish and Philza canonically fucked a Samasung fridge and just seeing the fanbase try to change into something that will at least make a bit more sense.

Im included in this, I basically joined the side that has Sally being a mermaid shapeshifting pirate. Mainly because of pirate Fundy

Who is your favorite duo on the smp

Slimecicle and Ranboo: They're the same person but in different fonts, you can convince me otherwise

Schlatt and Quackity: They managed to be super funny together with all of the jokes and balanced with making a very realistic abusive relationship work. It was always fun seeing them flirt with each other for a joke then get hit with whiplash when canon comes in to remind me that this isnt healthy

Tubbo and Tommy: They're two dumbasses who share the same braincell but then they constantly lose it and Tubbo mainly has custody of it

Wilbur and Schlatt: I just enjoy seeing Schlatt messing with Wilbur and occasionally flirts with him to get Wilbur more pissed off

Who are your comfort streamers

Quackity and Slimecicle are comfort streamers

Eret, Fundy, and AweSamdude are my comfort people (meaning I dont watch them as much but I find comfort in their presence. And the other two are also under this category)

Who is your favorite character

Quackity due to how complex his character is and yet how it looks so simple

Schlatt because is just a villian who knows how to play the game without getting caught

Tubbo, watching him trying to be hopeful with everything destroy around him and he just slowly become used to everything going wrong

AweSamdude because he is just trying his best to be a father figure others and I just got family issues

Who do you think the best actor(s) on the smp

Imma skip over the ones that we all already said and get into the ones that dont get enough praise

Quackity: Just how he managed to make his character seem so basic but in reality its really complex. And just seeing the shift from him being a chaotic force of nature to being a serious character that is trying his best to reach something that has been hanging over his head is just *chefs kiss* and he always delivers amazing lines on the spot.

BadBoyHalo: He is doing great right now, even though he is a bit rusty with starting he still manages to get into character and stay in character the entire time. When slowly easing in, you can tell its a bit forced but once he finds his footing, he knows how to deliver his lines.

AweSamdude: His entire bit where he was getting rescued from the egg fucking hurt. How he sounded weak from the entire thing and tired to where he just wanted to rest was so well. And I know he can act more energetic when he was accidentally dragged into playing a cop during Quackity's and Bad's date

Fundy: You guys need to give him more praise for his acting because he is fucking amazing at it. The little touches to how he voice when speaks is so good along with his body language in game. He knows what he's fucking doing and I love him for that. And when he snapped, it made complete sense if you payed attention to his character

I didnt add Ranboo because he's automatically at the top section due to him being a dnd player. Same goes to Slimecicle even though he hasnt acted yet. I dont make the rules. You play dnd, you know how to act

What are your favorite quotes

I dont have favorite quotes, just dialog heavy scenes.

Before Doomsday, Quackity going to take his horse far away from L'Manberg, it being the one thing he cares about. It was just so good

The entire Schlatt and Quackity argument in front of the white house

The meeting between Schlatt and Quackity with Schlatt yelling out to him in a taunting way to where Tommy and Quackity are trying to figure out what happened to the tnt. I constantly rewatch it to feel the adrinaline pumping to feel something

Wilbur's slow descend into insanity and talking to Tommy. Just showing his paranoia and fears consuming him, him projecting his fears into Tommy as an attempt of manipulation, and his hero complex shift into villian one

Schlatt's winning speech of him projecting it as something that was bound to happen no matter what. The amount of charisma and confidence that was in his voice as I was watching Tommy hiding underground in fear was just a perfect scene

Tommy's argument with Dream when everyone is protecting Tommy. Its the small details of Tommy taunting Dream to kill him, knowing he wont no matter what. Him telling everyone to protect Tubbo and everyone listening without hesitation.

The debate that Quackity and Dream had for like 11 or 14 minutes. All of that was completely unprompted unscripted, it was just so satisfying seeing someone stand up against Dream for the first time and actually beating him. Sure it was in a verble conflict but it still counts as a defeat

Be honest, who do you simp for? (Ayo if anyone says Tommy or Tubbo I will🗡)

Schlatt, Quackity, and Slimecicle

Its pretty obvious, I dont really try to hide it

Whats your favorite stream

Uhhhh I dont exactly have one so none I guess

Whats your least favorite streams

Im sorry, but all of the Jackbox stream. You need a specific group of people to play together in order to actually make it funny and keeping the energy throughout the entire thing.

After a bit later, everyone has a tendency of pandering to the audience and repeat jokes. They managed to beat jokes to the ground faster than Tiktok AND Twitter.

Dont get me started with DreamTeam being in there. They're funny in thier own rights but the shipping jokes get so unfunny so quick and they dont know how bounce off of others well. The only exception to this is when Quackity, Velvet, and Ant were playing with Sapnap and Dream. And thats because they decided to mess with the straight white guys into accidently saying offensive shit and seeing those two suffer with trying tiptoe around was so amusing

Whats something about the smp fandom thay makes you sad

This doesnt get me sad, just frustrated and its mostly towards dsmptok and dsmptwt but sometimes this fandom doesnt fucking know how to analyze characters. Like when everyone jumped on Tubbo on being the bad guy when he was a kid trying to use old tatics that knows that worked before and stand up for himself

How when one person decides to do something that they believe is right, everyone just throws the term villian arc around

When one person does one good thing the suddenly everyone accepts into them being good and not ever looking into it.

For fucks sakes, I saw people keep saying that Quackity was turning into Dream or Wilbur and I just sat there being confused on how they conntected those dots that were in different books.

Its so frustrating to read through. But here on dsmpblr, you guys actually understand character analysis, are able to critique them and able to love whoever you enjoy.

Another thing is how this fanbase really puts everyone on a pedestal or objectify them. Just completely forgetting that they're human and treat the streamer as a character. Like, yeah they're playing up a persona whenever they're making content but theres a difference and you shouldn't hold them up like that.

You cant use the argument of "They're young, they dont know any better", when I first entered my first fandom (I was like 11/12), I fully understood that theres a boundary between me and the creator. What they are on screen is a persona but they're still human and I should treat them as such. Its just something that bugs me and its unnerving to see whenever people start getting wierd about it

Final bit is just how the twitch chat acts. They all force the streamer to follow the 'main' plot of it being Tommy or Techno or whoever the fandom chooses to have a favorite, completely ignoring the fact that they are their own character. No one wants to meta game because where is the fun in that but the fucking chat gets so annoying when the streamer goes against fanfavorite of the week. It drains the fun of it being multiple pov's and different characters.

When Slimecicle was barely starting stream I saw so many people spam "Go with Ranboo" and not let him even get into lore first. I hated that I knew it was coming but it was still so fucking frustrating seeing them try to boss him around. Please just let people live outside of the 'main' plot, not everything revolves around your favorites. Now shut the fuck up and let them play

What about the smp fandom that makes you happy?

The people that create art, animatics, theories, playlist, or write oneshots

All of you creators are great and deserve so much more respect then what the fandom gives you because jesus fucking christ they're all so fucking rude. You guys are the ones that are carrying this fandom on your backs and I fucking respect yall for that

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Time for da spead: @nixavia @dambette404 and @mocha-is-lost yall dont need to join.....unless😳😳😳

#this is long as hell #sorry #ALSO THANK YOU SKETTLE FOR TAGGING ME #I THOUGHT I WAS MOSTLY AN ANNOYANCE TO YOU FOR CONSTANTLY SENDING IN SOME LONG ASS ASK #dream smp #mcyt

[4lexturn3rs]

One - Jerry can of words and tones

Maudes P.O.V

2007

"OH MY FUCK, IM PRESSING THE FUCKING BUTTON, TURN ONNNN" I screamed at the

telly as if it was listening to me with ears wide open. I threw the remote across the sitting room almost hitting my roommate, Mallory as she walked threw the heavy wooden door into our flat. "Maude, Jesus Christ can you be calm for once in your life!" She hissed at me "no, thank you" I shot back. She smiled and I was glad I could joke around like that with her, even if she took it to far sometimes.

"What's in the bag you git?" Her lips pressed together to hold back a smile "..what?" I sighed "well...I mean I was gonna throw a-" "No, No absolutely not no party's" I interrupted. "Please Maude I won't be messy and I want to see Matt plus he said he would bring the rest of the monkeys" she begged me with her blue puppy dog eyes, not like I gave a fuck if the monkeys were gonna be there, I mean I liked the music but its not as good as everyone hypes it up to be, plus drinking and monkeys don't mix haven't we learned that from the Brit Awards.

"Fine" I snarled reluctantly "but, the second something breaks everyone's gone." "Thank you, thank you, thank you, but there is one more thing I need from you..." oh god what now. "I wanna dress you up to make you look semi-presentable" she shrugged messing with my wild dark brown curls. "What's that supposed to mean," I said pressing my eyebrows together. "It just means your...unique style isn't known for...getting you laid" she stepping away knowing I was powder keg about to explode "I don't need to dress like a hooker to get laid thank you very much" I spat at her storming back to my bedroom in protest.

"They'll be here in an hour" she shouted through the door. An hour what the fuck was I supposed to do with an hour I was still in my Danger Mouse pyjama pants and a white tank top. I had no clue what I was gonna wear so I did what I always did, scrolled through Pinterest to find something, ended up getting jealous of all the fit girls and decided on high wasted mom jeans and a navy blue cable knit jumper with a white turtle neck under it. The thing I hated most about parties was having to wear shoes in my god damn house. I walked out of my bedroom so I could get my black Mary Janes that I've had since I was a mousy teen in the 90s, but then I saw Mallory and I felt like a fucking idiot she was wearing a tight silver dress that fit all the curves of her body and hot pink stilettos and there I was with my baggy jeans that barely even touched my non-existent ass. Then, there was a knock on the door, I jumped back not expecting it. It managed to sound soft yet demanding at the same time as if to say.

I'm watinggg...but take your time

My stomach turned over should I change, shit I didn't have time I locked my door from the outside so that no one could get in and make out on my bed.

"Hello Luv," Matt said as Mallory opened the door at him, I could just see the look in her eyes, Mallory was head over heels for this bloke, and his stupid poofy Afro. I walked the rest of the lads while Mallory and Matt stood there practically sucking face. Nick and Jamie sat on the couch making themselves at home but Alex just stood there with his hands linked together bouncing from his heal to his toe looking uncomfortable to be in a new place, his hair hung down on his forehead and the collar of his polo was painfully uneven. We made eye contact and I gave him a weak awkward smile, I looked to Mallory for help while he looked to Matt for what I'm assuming to be the same reason, but they were still kissing, "Jesus why don't you just fuck in front of everyone!" I hissed rolling my eyes. I meant to say that in my head but quickly realized I hadn't when all the eyes turned to me, "I mean...when is the rest of the party getting here" Mallory narrowed her eyes at me as to say

Grow the fuck up

But instead, she said "Oh right, sorry I shouldn't have called it a party its more a hangout," she said looking at her shoes as if she could feel the blood boiling inside of me, but I wasn't gonna explode in front of 3 people I had never met, since Matt had seen me angry plenty of times "oh, alright," I said with a wide grin "then why are you wearing that fucking dress" I mumbled only loud enough for Alex to hear me, he looked at me with his lips pressed together stifling his laughter. "Music anyone?" Jamie questioned genuinely with innocent glowing eyes. "Yeah okay, the speaker's name is-" "Shawty Speaker" I interrupted Mallory once again she glared at me "you renamed it?" She questioned "yeah well 872-Hsi8 doesn't roll off the tongue" I sassed back "..and shawty speaker does?" Dared the one called Nick, I already liked him, he was witty and quick. But I was more interested in Alex, he was quiet and I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking of as he looked at the painting on the wall instead of her eyes when Mallory was talking to him.

#alex turner #alexturnerfanfic #arctic monkeys #matt helders #fanfic #arctic monkeys fanfic

[egotisticalee]

“I broke my rules for you" with janti (sorry im so weak and a hoe for them)

i got a little carried away with this one so i put a read more fdsfsfsdfds it was just really fun to write seán being an angery boy. i love ur boys sm sparkles so of course i had to write with them again. also this was written with the help of my cat lily! she leant on my arm the entire time.

Something wakes him up in the middle of the night. On instinct, Seán reaches for the bat leaning against his bedside table, clutching it in both hands as he shakily gets out of bed.

He can hear shuffling as he walks down the hall to his living room and his heart pounds in his chest. Does he really have such bad luck that after everything, someone is breaking into his apartment? Holding the bat tighter, he carefully peeks his head around the corner.

The first thing he spots is his curtains, flowing in the breeze coming from outside. Usually, he would frown, and swear that he had closed them before going to bed, especially since that particular window leads out to the fire escape, but this time, he doesn't need to wonder. Someone is there, slowly and carefully pushing his window back down, and his breath catches in his throat. He stands there, frozen, staring, until his eyes adjust further to the darkness and he narrows them into a glare.

He recognises that figure.

And he's going to fucking kill him.

There's no point trying to sneak up on him, so Seán steps forward, reaching over to slam the light switch on the wall. The figure jumps and whips around to face him, and in the sudden light of the room, he can see Abél's face clear as day.

Abél simply stares back at him, a sheepish smile starting to form on his face until it drops in fear as Seán glares back at him. He's hurt, and he's shocked and he's confused and it's all stoking the quiet burn of anger into a hot rage, and as he tightens his grip on the bat, an idea pops into his head that he's not quite rational enough to deny.

Raising the bat, he charges at Abél, the knowledge that Abél will probably hardly feel it making sure that he feels no guilt in swinging it with all his strength. He lets out a cry as it slams down onto the man's outstretched arms, and as he raises the bat again, he lets go of the tidal wave he's been holding back.

"You twat!" he screams. "You absolute! Fucking! Dickhead! You left! You disappeared! I thought you were dead, you little shit! And now! You think you can just- fucking-  waltz back in? Through my fucking window?!"

He brings the bat down over and over again onto Abél's arms as he uses them to shield himself, and although he can feel himself starting to feel bad, he takes comfort in the fact that each hit makes Abél do little more than a small flinch.

"Seán, ow, Jesus Christ, slow do-"

"Slow down?! It's been months! Fucking months! You're such! A fucking! Twat! I'd kick your fucking ass if you'd actually feel it!" His swings start to slow down as he gets out of breath, his energy and his fury slowly waning, and eventually Abél reaches out and catches the bat. He's still staring at Seán with apprehension, and he can't help but feel a little bit of pride that he managed that. Still, he lets the bat slip out of his hands, his shoulders slumping, and the rest of his emotions crash over him.

"Seven months." His voice is quiet now, barely a whisper compared to his shouting before. The tears that had been welling up in his eyes finally spill over and he takes shaky breaths as he tries to carry on.

"Seven months... without a word, Abél. Not a single word. It's hell. You've put me through hell, don't you understand that? I tried so hard to find you. It hurt so bad to give up but I had to. I had to try and move on. And now you show up again? Like nothing happened? I can't... I can't, Abél." As he speaks, Abél places the bat on the floor, moving closer and carefully taking hold of Seán's arms. When Seán doesn't protest it, Abél steps even closer, his arms wrapping around Seán's waist and pulling him closer. He takes the opportunity to hit Abél's chest with his fists, but it's so light he doubts even a normal person would feel it. He's tired, everything so overwhelming now as the adrenaline rush fades, and he can't stop the quiet sob that escapes his mouth.

"I'm sorry. I had to," Abél whispers, and Seán only answers with another sob, the tears coming fast and hot now. His hands clench into fists again, but this time Abél's dumb suit is crumpled up in his hands as he holds on tight, like Abél could slip right through his fingers again any second.

"I changed everything for you. I broke my rules for you. I gave up... everything for you.” His voice wavers. He rests his head on Abél's chest, feeling it rise and fall as the man takes a shaky breath.

"I know. I gave up everything too." Abél pulls him closer, burying his face in Seán's shoulder.

"I gave up you," he adds, so quietly that Seán isn't completely sure that he heard him.

"Someone figured out who I was. Someone dangerous. I had to make sure they couldn't trace me to you. I knew that leaving you was keeping you safe, but it still felt like losing you. Especially since I knew it would hurt you, and I wouldn't be able to do anything to help. I'm so sorry, Seán, I really am. I'm here now, but if... if you don't want me here, I understand." Before Abél can say any more, Seán cuts him off with a scoff. He tightens his grip on the man's suit and pulls him minutely closer before letting go, only to wrap his arms around Abél's shoulders.

"Don't you even fucking think about leaving again," he mutters, and there's still heat to it, but the sheer relief of having Abél back makes it sound more exasperated than anything. He closes his eyes, letting himself focus on the warmth of Abél in his arms. 

"Once is more than enough. I think you might actually kill me if I leave again." Seán lets himself laugh, lets all those emotions go to the back of his mind for now. In this moment, Abél is here, and his heart can finally start to heal. 

#janti #writing scraps #though really this thing is over 1k #like damn #request #sparklepines

[clown-bait]

Monster Family (Monster Roommate AU) CH9

HIATUS OVER! Im back! I had to take some time off in the fall because holy hell life got crazy! But Im back and Im determined to finish this and get the story through IT ch2 idk how long that will take me but now that Im financially stable I finallly have time to write!

CH 9 Hospital

When you're on a diet the last place you want to go to is an ice cream shop where temptation surrounds you in every corner. For Pennywise staring at a room full of screaming crying infants was like standing in an ice cream shop with a growling stomach and the world's biggest sweet tooth. 

They were so helpless and plump he could just pluck one up and swallow it whole. No one would even notice! They're all just right there! The Adam's apple of his human form bobbed up and down as he gulped and pressed a hand to the window. 

"First time dad?" A man was speaking to him he sounded disgustingly confident and joyful.

"Yes." He answered distantly.

"Aw congrats son! My wife just popped out number 3 right there! Cute little tyke, those legs look like a future football star's legs I'm tellin ya! Nice and plump gonna be a strong runner!"

Robert Grey wiped his lips with his sleeve as he stared at the squirming drumsticks. 

"So newbie which one of the little rascals here is yours? Wait don't tell me, the one with the fish eyes HA!"

Robert held back a snarl. "My offspring have not arrived yet." He said almost ominously 

"Ah hell don't be nervous pal! You'll be fine!"

"I do not get nervous." Robert did growl this time. He wanted to leave not only because this human stunk of pork rinds and grass cuttings but more so that he was stressed being in this place. There was a lot of fear in these halls possibly some of his own. His mate's seizing body was still fresh in his mind and the blood from her head was still under some of his fingernails. She will definitely kill him when she wakes up.

"Mister um Grey? Your wife is…..well she's stable will you please come with me?" A nurse called to him. Finally an excuse to leave. 

"Go get em champ!" He heard the human male call out to him. The eldritch decided that none of his offspring will be participating in this game of footballs just to avoid ever encountering this loud individual again. 

"We don't know how to tell you this sir but your wife is….well she has no pulse... Medically speaking she should be dead.." Robert stood unamused at the door of a hospital room he really did not want to be in. "I'm aware of that." He growled at the confused nurse. He should probably make her not see the fact that leech was a card-carrying member of the living dead but to be honest he wasn't focusing too much on what people saw and did not see. Most of his attention was on the strange male who insisted they came here instead of home. He didn't like the smell of him and did not like that his mind was unreadable. All he knew about him was that he knew his mate and had more than just a guitar in that case he carried. 

When the man found them it was Robert Grey's face he wore while he stood in the middle of the road. The creature frantically licked his seizing mate whos swollen stomach flashed frantically with muffled light. No matter what he did, he couldn't get it to stop and his silver desperate eyes reflected back in the approaching headlights. The following conversation was a blur,  the man apparently had met them the night before on that wonderfully brilliant bender he went on. Something about getting his mate to the hospital something about a friend who worked there….

"Sir? Are you all alright? " The nurse asked and brought the eldritch out of his thoughts. He let out a very inhuman snarl and pushed past the woman "sir! We need to discuss this more there's the matter of an ultrasound and-" Pennywise slammed the door behind him. He glanced up at the scene before him; another nurse fussed over the unconscious vampire smearing ointment on her stomach as she lay as still as a fresh corpse. He did not like the way they touched her nor the smell of the bandages on her head.

"Oh you must be the father? We're about to take a look at the baby." She said cheerfully. Pennywise's scowl did not change. 

The instrument pressed into his brood and a fang twitched over his lip. How dare this filth touch his mate and his eggs. He moved to protect but stopped when little lights began to dimly glow beneath the surface of Leech's pale skin. The nurse was mumbling something about seeing babies then she froze jaw going slack at the sight of the monitor. The infant deadlights within his vampire all shined through the screen, paralyzing their victim while rotating hypnotically just like their parent lights. The eldritch finally softened his gaze at the sight of his offspring. Pride stole his breath away from him and his scowl slowly warmed into a smile. Not even born and already making kills. He understood it all now, pride in something other than himself. Was he crying? Can he cry? Pennywise was lost in pondering these new emotions not even registering that his mate had come to and had bitten into the brain scrambled nurse. Leech hissed as she sucked the life out of the woman reflecting soulless eyes at the dumbstruck cosmic horror who was still completely mesmerized by all the strange new parental feelings it was trying to process. He didn't move till the empty body fell to the floor snapping back to reality at the sound of the heavy thud. Leech returned to a reclined position resting her palm on her churning stomach feeling the happy buzzing beneath her skin coughing and wheezing as if the blood she just consumed was her first breath of life.

A tissue dragged over her lips and one of her eyes slowly opened to watch Robert hover over her. "You're in trouble." She muttered.

"When am I not." He smirked and licked the tissue before swiping blood from her cheek particularly hard. 

"You didn't even propose you dick!" Leech growled and gingerly sat up. 

"Was tired of being bothered." Her mate tossed the tissue aside and instead switched to running his thumb over her cool lips. He licked his fingers clean with a satisfied groan. 

"That's not really the point of getting married Pen." Leech replied quietly and the mood changed fast. Robert's hands pulled away from her and a coldness filled the air. The eldritch stepped back towards the door and Leech could see the hurt on his features even if he hid it.

"..........You do not want this?" was he sad? Oh great drama queen is upset. 

"Hey I'm having your fucking babies egg head!" She blurted out trying to get out of the bed but struggled from her size. Her mate was already getting ready to walk out. "Pen don't fucking jump to conclusions. I don't want this in the way you did it! That's what has me upset!" She felt fear in her throat followed by the pain of her own children feeding off her. Tears spilled from her eyes as ichor bubbled from her mouth. "I want it to fucking mean something to you, like it does for me!" She gurgled weakly spilling black goo from her lips to the floor. Her mate did finally stop trying to leave much to her relief. She coughed and gripped the bed tightly. "I didn't even get a bachelorette party…." She could feel herself panting and she shifted back to a reclining position. "Hey, I still love you, you big drama queen. Don't ever doubt that. Can we just discuss this post offspring? I got a lot on my plate right now."  After an uncomfortable silence he turned to her with wild golden eyes. "They look like me." Was all he said. 

"They eat like you too." Leech sighed wiping her own blood from her lips. Robert's lip twitched upward as Leech shut her eyes in relief "I hate saying this but-"

"You need my help."

"You're the one who did this to me anyway." The vampire groaned and shut her eyes. "I feel so gross and bloated." She felt a hand reach under her knees and another slither around her back lifting her with ease. "Who's being the drama queen now?" He finally grinned 

"Fuck you." 

"You've already done that darling." Robert smirked with pride kissing her bandaged head. Leech traced the nail of her thumb over his cheekbone and her eldritch leaned into the touch.

"Just mouth stuff then." She smiled and kissed his soft wet lips.  

"What the hell are you doing?! Put her back idiot!" The pair froze at the shout as two men burst into the room. Pennywise's eye cracked open and rolled to the side, eyeing them both with venom. "Oh christ, they killed Bridget." The doctor groaned. Herbert West lifted the dead woman's wrist and dropped it "I suppose I can use the body for research. This will be such a mess to clean, you people are nightmares to work with I hope you know that." 

"I thought you said you didn't work with the living doc." Leech grumbled as her mate eased her back down and stood guard in front of her bedside.

"Your buddy here called in a favor."

"The guy from the bar?"

"Call me Duke darlin, Duke Rivers! Found the two of you in the middle of the road, gave you a lift." 

"I don't remember anything after passing out." Leech grumbled gingerly touching her head. 

"Shoulda seen that old bug of yours! What a worried wreck! Didn't I tell ya he'd come around?" The older man laughed then placed his coat on his shoulder. "I'll bet letting the doc take it from here, consider it my one good deed of the day. Come see my show sometime kid." 

"I- yeah, I think I will thanks." The man studied her as Robert shot a venom-filled glare in his direction then nodded at them as he slipped out. Leech barely had time to think before being roughly grabbed by the chin.

"You seem to be healing slow your um..species.. is known for regenerating yes?" West turned her head and pulled back her dressings.

"You think I'm sick?" Leech sat up taking her mate's hand.

"Do keep in mind I specialize in humans this is completely uncharted territory for me." 

"Well I'm human-shaped….most of the time…"

"I'll need you to go over weaknesses and allergies of both you and your...significant other. Something could have weakened you or the babies." 

"I have none!" Robert butted in with pride. 

"Yeah yeah lucky you." Leech grumbled. 

"And I believe I told you to wait till sunset but ohhhh no someone just haaad to go swimming."

"Oh shut up you were just as into it as I was."

"So you've been weakened by sunbathing despite knowing you're allergic to sunlight. And here I thought legendary monsters would be intelligent." The doctor sighed and turned the vampires head who hissed in annoyance. "Figures you are more vulnerable in your condition. By the rate your head injury is healing it'll take days instead of hours till you're on your feet. Hope the tan was worth it."

"Your bedside manner needs work doc." Leech muttered as he roughly redressed her wound 

"I work with the dead not the living"

"It shows." Robert nearly hissed not liking the way this other touched his mate so carelessly.

Leech rolled her eyes at him "So I don't know about you boys but i need another drink. Hook a girl up doc? Got any A negative? That shits rare!" 

"I would like a baby." The cosmic horror said cooly

"You already have babies Pe-.......wait…..no. oh no you are not eating a baby!"

"Peachy they are literally right there!" The eldritch's fangs split his face as he glared out the small window. His company looked mortified "Just one, one small soft and squealing."

"You are not eating a fucking baby!" Leech growled.

"I deserve one!" The disguised clown snarled glaring at his mate with vermilion eyes and a broken human face. 

"You already got my ass virginity today!" Leech snarled back rolling her eyes at the dramatic display.

"Things I did not need to hear at 5 am….. look I'm not stealing you rare blood types and infants for a grotesque gourmet feast. I will supply you with what you will need and then ask you people to get out of my hospital." The doctor grumbled and began to fuss with the corpse on the floor. 

 "Fine then Pen take me home, I'd rather rot in my own bed anyway." 

"I told you a couple days rest. You will live, are all of you this dramatic?"

"Only the pretty ones doc!" The vampire flashed a parting grin as they left the doctor to clean their mess. He was grumbling something about never working with the undead again. 

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"You should be resting." Her monster’s voice hissed from under her bed. Leech shot a disinterested glance to the floor then back to her window. She felt a puff of hot moist air uncontrollably close to her face then heard a maw of teeth open "YoU sHOulD bE REsTinG." The eldritch gurgled.

"You realize the scary faces are gonna keep me awake right?" Leech cooly said and heard a set of jaws snap shut with enough force to break bones in two. 

"Things other than scary faces are keeping you up. I smell it on you." Her clown’s voice warbled out and Leech subconsciously moved for him to join her. 

"You ever look at someone you've never met and just feel like you know them?"

"No. But I am amused by this continue." The massive horror smiled through his words as he bullishly snuggled his way into his mate’s bed.

"I think I know the guy who helped us. I don't know why though." 

"Hmm too much stressing for you Mrs. Wise. But I will help put your mind at ease when you feel better. Promise promise." Leech felt soft nuzzles against her head as her mate ran his cheekbones over her skull like a cat. 

"I thought we agreed not to talk about that." Leech grumbled and turned to face her apparent "husband". "And its Grey. I like Grey on the end of my name."

"Someone's thought of this before!" Pennywise's smile widened. "Daydreaming about your clown my dear?"

"Don't embarrass me." Leech grunted and buried her face in his ruff. If she was alive, her face would be hot. "I'm not considering this official until we have a real ceremony and I get a ring. Call me old fashioned but your girl has standards."

"Hmm as you wish then Mrs. Grey!" He chuckled darkly smirking at her darkened cheeks and wide-eyed expression. 

"You fucking jackass." She muttered as her clown cackled grabbing her tight and tickling her skin. So much for bed rest.

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Flick Of The Wrist

just an idea i had in my groupchat that was kind of iconic if i’m being completely frank with you all ..warning: it will not be well-written. I didn’t proofread this at all either so oopsS ..

Summary: Brian is in the hospital, recovering from a long bout of hepatitis, and he’s very needy for your touch. (This picture saved my life)

“How is he doing?” You pull your winter hat off, a blue knit cap that was actually Brian’s. It was powdered with a thin shroud of flurry snow, and you shook it off as Freddie led you into the flat.

Roger tapped a pen on his lips which were partially chapped as John yanked the torn piece of notebook paper from his hand, squinting at the lyrics.

Freddie spoke up, taking a sip of chamomile tea, the black varnish covering his pinky nail reflecting against the light overhead. “I think he’s fine, darling. He’s seen better days, but he’s a little trooper. The nurses last night said he’s doing a lot better.” Freddie smiled but his tone was less bubbly and more solemn than usual. “I know it isn’t about us, but I’m just eager to play again and this is really putting a damper on the album.” He took a small sip of tea and set it down on the coffee table, shooing Deaky’s bare feet off of the table.

“No, I get it Fred. He’s really excited to get out and get back to things.” You gestured to Freddie’s tea, pointing at the floral china, barely chipped on the lip.

“Go for it, you need some chamomile more than I do.” He shoved you playfully and you scoffed as you took a small sip.

Roger capped his pen and tucked it behind his ear, leaning against the couch. “Yeah I’m sure he’s very ready to get back to things.” He nudged Deaky and rose his eyebrows as Deaky groaned beside him.

“Inappropriate.” Deaky stood up to turn the television on, a cigarette hanging limp between his pouted lips.

“But true!” Roger chewed on the cap of the pen, scrawling a lyric down, which Deaky disapproved of.

“I’m not sure Brian has as insatiable of a sex drive as you and I, Rog.” He lifted his teacup to his lips and smirked.

You draped your coat over your arm and smoothed your hood down, shrugging your shoulders. “I don’t know about that; Brians pretty ... needy.”

The boys all feigned a gag and shooed you out of the door. “Tell him we said to fucking grow up and get better!” Freddie yelled after you, his voice raw, forced.

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You pulled your hood up over your head, wincing as the wind nipped at your nose. An old man held the door open for you, giving you a tight-lipped smile, his incessant shivering mirroring your own. You strolled up to the front desk as you had done almost every day for months, adjusting your hair as you approached a friendly nurse who was flipping through papers shoved haphazardly in pristine manila folders.

“Hi, Y/N!” She grinned, the lenses of her glasses glaring against the harsh, sterile light of the hospital. “Brian is doing a lot better today, his bloodwork is all clean, and he’s gained some weight back.” She nodded, uncapping a pen to jot something down. “He’s just exhausted, but you can go on back.” You smiled back at her and shrugged your coat off.

You approached the door of his room, the light blue, almost papery curtains covering the windows swaying from the air escaping the vents underneath. You could see Brian curled up in his hospital bed. He looked pale and weak, his arms more willowy, his cheeks more gaunt. But his skin didn’t have a jaundiced tint anymore, which was an obvious improvement in health. You opened the door softly, watching as he shifted in bed. His hair was matted on one side, barely-frizzy waves sticking up as his chest rose and fell. You sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his hair.

“Bri?” You scratched his shoulder and he hummed in delight, a barely-persceptible smile forming on his pale lips.

“Y/N?” He questioned, his voice cracking as his eyes fluttered open. He stretched his arms and pulled you into him, kissing your head lazily. “Missed you.” He pecked the skin by your jaw, and you cuddled your head into the crook of his neck. He was still feverish, and a cold sweat added a sheen to his skin. His eyes were a bit sunken, his collarbones noticably more prominent.

“I missed you too, pretty boy.” You booped his nose and kissed his pulse point, relishing the small gasp that escaped him. You pecked up his neck, your kisses firm as you tilted his face towards your own. You looked down at him and noticed his bulge—thick and unmistakable—underneath the thick quilt his mother brought him from home; you remembered seeing it draped across his childhood bed when you visited months ago.

Brian noticed you looking. “I—can’t help it. I haven’t came in so long.” He sighed heavily, his throat scratchy. You nuzzled your head into his shoulder and kissed the junction between his shoulder and his neck, which was thinner than usual; you could see his pulse racing along his jugular.

You trailed your hand down his chest, feeling his abs tense beneath your soft touch. Agonizingly slow, your fingers slipped underneath his hospital gown that fell mid-thigh. You had spit into your hand, so his cock was wet as you stroked him, your fingers teasing him by touching the veins on the underside of his thick member.

Brian whimpered loudly, fisting the thin sheets by his knee. “Fuck, it feels so good.” His voice cracked as you massaged his balls, feeling him pulse in your hand as you jerked him off, swiping your thumb across his slit, leaking with precum. He thrust into your fist, gasping as his sensitive tip rubbed against the textured quilt. “Oh, Jesus Christ, I-,” He moaned, his head tilted back as he panted, chest heaving. “Im gonna cum so hard.” He was almost warning you, his hand squeezing above your knee as his eyes rolled back. You stopped your movement completely and he whined as your grip loosened, just barely.

“Thrust into my hand.” You whispered against his neck before looking up at him through your lashes, knowing how crazy it drove him when you made eye contact.

“Fuck,” He nodded, his eyes rolling back while he cried out, his mouth wide open as he did what you said, thrusting into your hand. The small hospital bed creaked with every snap of his hips, and you didn’t bother muffling his moans. He was intent on chasing his orgasm; all he wanted was to cum.

“Cum for me, Bri. I can feel you pulsing.”

He groaned, his hips moving erratically as he nodded frantically. His voice was raw, tired from just waking up. You tightened your grip a bit as his hips bucked up again, and he hit his head against the wall as hot ropes of his cum coated your hand and soaked into the fresh linen of his hospital gown. He kept on thrusting though, cum continuing to spurt out of his dick as you led him through his orgasm shushing him when his moans began to echo off of the empty, white walls. You licked his seed off of your palm, watching his face contort in pleasure as you did.

“I fucking love you.” His face was now flushed, the paleness completely overridden by a deep scarlet descending down his neck, adam’s apple bobbing.

The nurse from earlier knocked quietly at the door before letting herself in. She smiled at Brian, before strolling over to take his temperature. She held the back of her hand against his cheek, where a salty tear was falling from the intensity of his orgasm. “Your temp’s a little high, but you look a lot healthier. How are you feeling?”

Brian gave her a lopsided, lazy smile. “Really good.”

She nodded and patted his shoulder, Brian’s arm shifting to cover the wet spot on his lower stomach.

“Oh, can he get a fresh gown?” You asked. “He made a bit of a mess of that one.”

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