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pussydrunk!Yuuji knew you had somethin special between your legs, even before you gave him a sample: He flirts with you endlessly, showing his interest in you any time he gets a chance. 'Fuck, y/n, have mercy...' Yuuji thinks when he finds you on your lavender loveseat beautiful brown legs spread, intently reading the magazine you're holdin up to your nose. The shape of your pussy in your tiny panties makes his mouth water; his dick rising so fast he gets a bit dizzy. "Hey, I'm so fuckin tired. Hope your day was better than mine, pretty baby.. Was it?" Yuuji asks sweetly. Your nose still pinches at the pet name "'S fine, I guess. Whooped the fuck outta Panda today." You answer without takin your eyes from the gossip you're currently consuming. "Scuse me, I was talkin to her. How rude!" You look down to see him starin between your thighs, leanin to plant wet kisses against your clothed clit lovingly. "So fuckin nasty.." You whisper, spreading to make room as Yuuji removes your underwear.

pussydrunk!Yuuji died and went to heaven the first time you let him hit: He's naked on top of you, eyes shut tight huffin hard as fuck in your face. "Ooh shit, girl! Tight as hell.. Ahhhh fuh- hold up.. Gonna cum, y/n. Pussy's too wet round my shit. Stay still for a second." Oh hell naw! Can't believe your ears right now. You didn't get all dolled up for nothing. Makeup perfectly matching your glittery sapphire one piece lingerie. "Yuuji, you just slid in.. Aint even start strokin yet." Tone heavy with annoyance, but he can barely hear you. Blood rushin in his ears; black dots his vision. Then Yuuji's filling you up half a second later; lickin and suckin on your neck as he presses in deep as he can. "Fuckfuckfuck! Please don't hate me, y/nnn.. Ah shit! Can't stooop.." He's crushing you under his weight, poor baby so incoherent. Doesn't even realize how he pathetically chants 'pussy's too good' as you land a smack on the back of his head.

pussydrunk!Yuuji feels like the world's ending when you don't let him fuck for a while after the first time: You're sitting with your back against your pillows in bed scrolling through the gram when he bursts in the room, briefly attempting to pry your knees apart. "Baby, come oooon. Need it so bad. Why are you torturing me like this?" Yuuji's been such a whiny brat about it. You want it too but he needs a fuckin lesson. "Boy.. First off, not ya baby. We ain't datin. Two, you came too fast, and waaay too fuckin much. Do you even know how much nut you spilled in my shit by the time you finished?" You fix him with a steely glare for good measure but his goofy ass only hits you with a perplexed "Ummm. A lot?" You scoff, rolling your eyes before looking back to your phone. "Baaaaaaby!" "Not cha baby.."

pussydrunk!Yuuji that starts bargaining after a few weeks, ready to gamble with his life if that means fuckin you asap: "Playin with my emotions, y/n. Just tell me what I need to do already. Do anything, name it. Just tell me what you want and it yours." He's got you pinned to a wall at the school, hands on either side of your head, dick tenting in his uniform. "No, Yuuji. Don't think you learned your lesson yet." "I did, baby! I'm sorry. So so sorry for filling your pretty lil pussy up without permission." You look into his shiny eyes, feeling a bit guilty at your teasing. His handsome features looking so devastated as he hangs his head, stuffing his face into your throat. Fuck, his submission has you so damn wet; panties sticking to your plump pussy lips. How much longer can you keep this up? "Hmmm.. Come over tonight?" Yuuji's like a kid in a candy store, head poppin up as he grins at you widely. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, baby." His kisses smother you as he whispers his appreciation against you lips. You laugh, pushing him back to retain your tough act. Even though all you want is to be impaled on his cock again. "Whatever, Itadori. Just dont be late. Oh and one more thing: Not your baby." Your tell him in a sing song voice, walking away with a little extra sway in your hips. "We'll see bout that.." Yuuji says to himself, squeezing his dick as he stares at the jiggle of your backside.

pussydrunk!Yuuji who refused to take any chances now that he's finally got another shot. He makes sure to jerk off before he comes over, hoping to God that helps with feeling of your compact pussy. When he gets there, he starts off with your pleasure; has you cum on his hand and tongue first. Yuuji quickly finds out nuttin before was a good idea. Especially from how his dick keeps jolting at the feel of you round his fingers, the delicious fuckin taste of you drippin down into his mouth. You're beggin for a break by the time Yuuji puts you on your side. "Pleeease baby, c-can't yet. Need a few mintues." Voice low, already a bit hoarse from screaming his name for the past half hour. "Aw.. I'm ya baby now? That right?" He coos, chuckling at how you nod but try scootin up to escape him swipin his dick up and down you drenched slit. He pulls you back by your hips, his fingers itchin to grip your y/h/c locks and hold you in place. "Naw, where you goin? Said I could finally get in this cute lil pussy tonight." "Can, just need to catch my- YUUJI!" Your not sure if you ever hollered so fuckin loud in your life, your soul descending straight to the depths of hell when he skewers you on his thick dick. "Hold up, baby. Pleeease! Dont gotta stop. Just n-need a quick break." "Mm mm, y/n. Can't do that." One arm slidin underneath you to wrap around and hold your tummy; the other under your knee to lift up your leg. Yuuji's thrusts are slow and shallow, just testing the waters of your perfect cunt, hoping to keep some kinda composure. "Oh. My. GOD. Got my dick trapped, baby. Lemme go so I can fuck you." Pulls your trembling frame closer against his body, kissing your shoulder, sliding in so much fuckin deeper. "Wait, Yuuji, wait!" You never receive any reprieve though. He only kisses your shoulder a second time, grippin at your tummy fat as he speeds up. "Wish I could. Mmmfuck.. Waited too long already." Eyes rollin back when he smashes his pelvis against your juicy ass over and over. "Cant think, cant eat or fuckin sleep without this pussy, y/n/n." Yuuji lifts your leg higher, opening you wider as his dick jams in to the base. Your pussy's drooling all over his balls, tits bouncing wildly and its getting really fuckin hard to take. "Y/nnn! Holy fuckin shit- gonna be mad at me when I creampie you again? Dont be, princess. Know I can't help myself." You're unable to do little more than wordlessly keen in response, poor cunt rapidly fluttering as his curved girth jams your g spot. Shit, no one's ever fucked you so thoroughly. You've never felt like this; can't even take a breath as he nails the tender spot with too much accuracy. "Yuujiiiiii!" You're squealing and squirting all over his cock, makin a mess of him without permission- just like he did a few weeks ago. Except, Yuuji fuckin loves it, is instantly obsessed with the sight and sensation. His eyes cross, saliva running down his chin as his body spasms and he nuts in you with everything he's got. "Oh fuck, y/n. This pussy mine! Baby, say it. Say it's mine, tell me you belong to me." It's the first time he's given you any typa command but you submit like you've been doin it all your life. "Yooours, Yuji. Forever yours!"

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jjkeverlast · 2 years

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roommates | jjk

-> pairing roommate!jk x female reader

-> genre roommates to lovers, roommates au

-> summary you’ve been roommates with jeon jungkook for quite some time now, not having a single thought of him other than a roommate. but things take an unexpected turn when you accidentally catch him in the act.

-> word count 5.8k

-> warnings voyeurism (it's an accident but still), fingering, oral (m. receiving), multiple orgasms, a lot of fucking teasing, switch!jk, switch!reader.

-> author's note if this fic seems familiar that is because i have decided to re-edit roommates to a version i am more pleased with. <3 hope you still enjoy it!

“And cut! See you guys on Monday! 12:00 am! Don’t be late.” your boss Stacey shouts through a megaphone. Stacey is your current director as you’re helping her work on a coming of age movie. You say your quick goodbyes to your colleagues and staff, before going to your trailer. Hair and makeup was not on the crazy side today, so you just quickly change your outfit, pack your bags and leave towards home.

Living in L.A for almost 3 years had its ups and downs, although in the end you never regretted your solution. It was hard at first – quitting your job as a sales associate back home, but after being true to yourself, you realized that this was not your dream but that your dream was being an actress. You have always had this dream. That dream was yours. Right when you watched the Mary Poppins Broadway Show at the age of 12. God, you had smiled your whole way through. You had pictured yourself on the stage, engulfed by the dimmed light, performing for thousands of people. That’s when you knew.

Min Yoongi – who started as a cyber friend but with time you guys grew closer and met often; had always been by your side. You had accidentally drunk dm'ed him on Instagram, thinking it was your good ol' fuck buddy back then. The conversation had taken a humoristic turn, when Yoongi decided to play along, a kermit sipping tea meme being sent from you the next day, and that's when your friendship blossomed. Yoongi was already living in L.A and was supportive of your rash ‘fuck it’ decision of moving to L.A. Yoongi had a colleague from work in need of a roommate, and that's when your plan stepped into action. You quit your job, packed your suitcase and hopped on the soonest flight to L.A.

The only thing Yoongi hadn't mentioned was that this colleague of his was a dude. He really waited up until the last minute to tell youㅡand there you were.. totally oblivious of what you were putting yourself into.

You weren’t upset about your roomie situation, no. You were more upset over the fact that it never crossed Yoongi's mind to tell you. - Causing Yoongi and you to end up bickering about ’you not being remotely excited to share an apartment with a male’, in which you remember saying to him, “who for all I know could be a secret serial killer.” outside of his friend’s apartment.

There were two problems unfolding after that conversation. The first one being your future roommate hearing everything as in; every single word. And the second one? well.. He was hot. So fucking hot.

You recall the first meeting being extremely awkward since he was making you nervous. - Reasons being; he was shirtless when he opened the door. Adding to that matter, playing with his lip ring. - Yes, the reason you know was because you were staring at his pink plump lips. Knowing how strong your attraction was towards a futuristic roommate was dangerous. You felt as if you had two choices; living on the street or with the one and only.. Jeon Jungkook.

If it weren’t for Yoongi reassuring you that nothing ‘bad’ would happen, you would've never thought of living with Jungkook for the next three years by now. But as time passed, the attraction slowly vanished and you didn’t feel as smitten as when you first laid your eyes on him. Because you guys were simply.. roommates!

Arriving at the apartment, you slump on the couch as the first thing. Working on set definitely kills your legs, you notice Jungkook isn’t home and think back to your morning conversation of him mentioning helping Namjoon at his bar ‘Dynamite’ tonight. Therefore, you make dinner for yourself and watch whatever is playing on TV at the moment. Somehow you end up falling asleep on the couch, or more likely the carpet under the couch. You’d been exhausted after working for a full day and it surely showed.

‘’Shh… we have to be really quiet. My roommate is right next door and I don’t want to wake her up.’’ That was false, you were sleeping beneath the couch, invisible to Jungkook’s eyes. The blonde which Jungkook brought home had hit on him until Namjoon had enough and just told him to ‘go for it.’ Jungkook took upon Namjoon’s angry encouragement and now they were here, sneaking in, trying their best not to make a noise to wake you. It was a success – Jungkook’s words not yours.

As Jungkook is about to open his bedroom door, the blonde whispers, ‘’I want you to fuck me on the kitchen counter like there’s no tomorrow.’’ Jungkook was a freak. Risky sex being one of his kinks, he could not deny the offer. Although it was very wrong, you were sleeping not even five meters away from them. ‘’Are you sure you can keep those screams shut?’’ Her knees weakened at his comment and slowly nodded, pulling him towards the kitchen counter.

The carpet which you were currently laying on starts to itch your right cheek. That somehow wakes you up and you take notice that you had been sleeping on the fucking carpet, not even the couch, no the fucking carpet. You’re about to move up when you hear a muffled moan. You stop in your tracks, scared to turn your head. But your curiosity was killing you, making you turn slowly, seeing Jungkook thrusting his hips in a slow pace, his tattooed hand covering the mouth of a pretty blonde.

You widen your eyes, turning towards the TV, screaming internally over this. You are fucked. You can’t get out of this Y/N. If you made the slightest noise, Jungkook would never be able to look at you again and that could end up with him kicking you out. You did not want that, so you cover your ears – trying to cancel all noise around you. This was to date, your worst nightmare. It was so far quiet, only muffled moans escaping what you had guessed was the girl. You begin to feel lightheaded over the whole situation, wondering if you’ll ever recover being in the same room as Jungkook is knees deep in a stranger.

‘’Fuck you’re so wet.’’ Your lips part from Jungkook’s dirty talk – you never pegged him as the type to dirty talk and you’re not mad about it. Wait, no, Y/N. You’re not supposed to think that, he’s your roommate. Your extremely hot roommate. This is bad, this is so fucking bad.

It was as if all your prayers were heard, because the blonde started begging to suck him off in the bedroom, which saved you from more misery. After waiting it out for a bit more, you finally got up from the carpet, returning to your room in a hurry.

The sleep you wished to seek was long gone and you were awake until dawn. Seeing it was time for work, you got ready, now standing by the coffee machine in desperate need of caffeine. As the machine creates magic, you space out, maybe it was the lack of sleep – that’s what you keep telling yourself. Jungkook arrives in sight, hugging you from behind and whispering good morning in your ear. His lips drag further down, peppering you with small kisses onto your collarbone earning a satisfied moan from you. He proceeds to place his hand to the hem of your panties, teasing you over the fabric. You buck your hips, signaling him that you're indeed enjoying this and he should keep going.

He gets the signal, moving his hand under your underwear, his cold fingers making direct contact onto your slit, your pussy already being as wet as it could be.

‘’Fuck you’re so wet.’’ He murmurs under his breath, before pushing a finger into your walls, clenching nicely around his finger. As he bites your earlobe, another finger slips in and your breath hitches from the stretch caused only by his fingers.

‘’You take me so nicely.’’ He compliments, his pace quickening causing you to lean your head back on his shoulder – due to all the pleasure.

Everything is interrupted when Jungkook steps out with the blonde trailing behind him. He takes notice of you right away, pouring milk in your mug. ‘’Morning.’’ He greets casually and you return it with an undertone of bitterness. You fixate your eyes on Jungkook’s hookup and give a sympathetic smile before you take a sip from your coffee. He walks her to the front door, her hair looking like a bird nest from behind. They must’ve gone at it for a while.

‘’Wow, that was maybe the best fuck I’ve had.’’ You hear her comment and a grin received from Jungkook. Was he really that good? Jungkook joins you in the kitchen before your thoughts can evolve.

“Seems like you had a lot of fun yesterday...” you start off with an innocent tone – putting on a facade, to not show that you heard or more likely saw.

A small grin appears onto his face, “You didn’t hear any of it did you?”

You choke with half a sip of coffee in your mouth, you hadn't expected that. Not wanting to get caught red handed over this awful and embarrassing experience you decide to shrug off the whole thing. Just act like nothing happened Y/N, it might help with your sudden daydreams of Jungkook fingering you in the middle of the kitchen.

“Oh– no no, I was sleeping like a rock yesterday.” You wave him off, trying your best to play cool.

“Okay.” he answers with a tone that makes you doubt. A part of you immediately starts regretting lying to him but it was for the best. Who in their right mind tells someone that they’ve not only heard them have sexual intercourse with someone but caught a glance at it. Lying is definitely the only way out of this.

‘’Shit–’’ You gasp as Jungkook quickens his pace, gripping the sheets above you with both arms. He earns another moan from you when his tongue swirls over your erected nipple. The cold from his lip ring makes you shiver. You pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, his forehead rubbing against your own. The both of you panting as your bodies move in rhythm. Jungkook’s eyes roam all over your body, squeezing one of your breasts and the familiar urge to come pokes at the pit of your stomach. ‘’You feel–’’ Jungkook interrupts you, shoving his warm tongue in your mouth as his hand holds your jaw. ‘’Mmm– you feel so fucking good.’’ Jungkook flashes his white pearly teeth from your compliment, ‘’yeah?’’ You moan in agreement and your orgasm reaches every part of your body –

‘’Piece of shit!’’ You yell out of shock. You make sure you were dreaming, turning around noticing you’re in your bedroom; alone. You lay back down, a sigh escaping your lips in disbelief over how hot that dream was. You had to get out, away from Jungkook and mostly your dirty thoughts haunting you about your roommate.

The following weeks you kept yourself busy, on set almost everyday and not seeing Jungkook as often. He took some late night shifts and you primarily in the morning. Your dirty thoughts were starting to calm the more you kept yourself busy. Jungkook on the other hand walked around feeling guilty – he noticed quickly how you kept yourself busy not wanting to be near him. Therefore he took extra shifts to help out Namjoon.

''I just feel like, I did something wrong?'' Jungkook admits to Namjoon, as they were polishing the glasses, behind the bar.

''What if she's genuinely busy?'' Namjoon tells Jungkook, mostly for him to not feel guilty because of all this. ''There is always gonna be some period of time, where the both of you are really busy. It happens Jeon.'' Namjoon was right, mostly.

You have been busy, but it was to the point where you kept yourself longer on set, not wanting to see Jungkook when you came home.

But this was your fault. You grew a huge sexual attraction to Jungkook, not wanting to ruin your friendship, you decided on keeping your mouth shut.

''Joon, she's usually off Friday, and instead of her being home she was with Yoongi all day.'' Jungkook expresses, not because he didn't believe Namjoon. Sure you were busy, but to the point where you suddenly started hanging more often at Yoongi's place without him? That didn't sit well with him.

''Okay, maybe you did something.'' Namjoon answers, earning a confused frown from Jungkook.

''Look, maybe just give her a call?'' Namjoon suggests. ''Jungkook, if she answers, nothing is wrong. If she declines? Then you for sure did something.'' Namjoon explains as Jungkook stays silent, not knowing how to fix this.

Not thinking any further, Jungkook decides to give you a call outside.

You’re currently sitting in Yoongi's apartment, munching on a bag of Doritos, while watching New Girl for the seventh time. It has always been your comfort series, when you felt either down or confused, and right now you're a good mix of both.

Yoongi, sat next to you working on a current record that was to be released in under a week. You wondered if you should tell Yoongi, maybe he could help you out of it. Or, maybe he would just laugh in your face and tell you to fix it yourself. Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by your ringtone.

You grabbed the phone, seeing Jungkook's name. Shit.

Yoongi noticed your freezing state, just staring at your phone.

''Y/N, are you gonna answer that?'' Yoongi asks you out of curiosity. Your head snaps towards him, nodding your head before pushing the answer button, bringing it to your ear.

''Hello?'' you ask, making sure this wasn't a pocket dial.

''H-hey Y/N, I was just wondering...'' Jungkook starts off, small whispers appear in the background – Namjoon scolding Jungkook for a small second before Jungkook continues.

''I mean, no, we need to talk.'' He says flatly. Shit. Exactly what you didn't want to do.

Without thinking much, you act like you couldn't hear him blurting out nonsense about there being bad reception and just hanging up.

You throw your phone to the side, letting out a big sigh of frustration.

Yoongi clears his throat, earning your attention. ''Y/N, care to explain what just happened?'' You open your mouth, trying to come up with a lie, Yoongi interrupting you before you could continue. ''And don't lie.'' He warns sternly.

''Well, around 2 weeks ago, Jungkook had a girl over.'' Yoongi hums a yes, making you continue. ''I accidentally fell asleep on the couch and might’ve been a witness to seeing Jungkook knees deep in someone.'' Yoongi scrunches his nose, uncomfort drawn on his face but he motivates you to continue. ''After the incident, I started daydreaming about Jungkook and I... in a not so friendly matter.''

''Ah, so this is why you've been crashing at my place?'' You nod yes, receiving a light chuckle from Yoongi, you slap his shoulder not wanting him to laugh at your awful dilemma.

''Y/N, at one point you're gonna have to face Jungkook. You can't keep hiding at my place and you can't ignore him forever.'' Yoongi expresses, you adding a soft you're right.

“We’re gonna have to cancel tomorrow’s shooting. Stacey got sick over the weekend so we’re gonna have to postpone till next week. Sorry guys.” Jia, Stacey's assistant, announces to the crew and cast. Shit, now you are gonna have to stay home the whole day tomorrow. You are hoping deep down that Jungkook would be busy with a shift at Dynamite or even worse a random hookup.

The thought of him being with a random hookup, brought a bitter feeling to the pit of your tongue.

When you arrive home, Jungkook is nowhere to be seen, probably again at Dynamite helping out Namjoon. You sigh in relief, retrieving yourself in your room, getting ready to binge a few episodes of New Girl, before calling it a night.

You start shuffling in your sleep, not finding a good sleeping position. Giving up on your sleep, you decide to make yourself a warm cup of tea, thinking it might help your sudden lack of sleep.

As you rummage through the tea cabinet, you don't hear the front door close.

“What are you doing up?” you yelp in shock as Jungkook is standing by the counter, wearing his work attire. Fuck.

“God Jungkook! Don't do that. My heart almost fell out of my chest.'' you scold still in shock.

You realize you haven’t answered his question. ''I couldn't sleep, thought some tea might help.'' And with that your eyes were back to the tea cabinet, in desperate need of finding the strawberry tea flavor.

“Listen Y/N.” he starts.

“Oh no… you forgot to buy my strawberry tea. How could you!” you interrupt him as you have a feeling where the conversation might be heading.

“Can we not talk about that right now? I really need to tell you something. Just please listen.” he says sternly. You turn your head towards him, taking Yoongi's words to you.You can't ignore him forever. So you give in, nodding your head making him continue.

“Okay so I've noticed you’ve been distant for the past week and I don’t know if I’ve done something wrong or if you’re just busy... ”

You take a deep sigh before replying, “Look Jeon, I- I’m busy you know?'' Avoiding his gaze, you try to come up with another lie.

He nods his head showing that he understands that you were busy. His brows suddenly grow closer, as if he is wondering something.

“For a minute there I thought you might have been jealous or something.” he confesses, obtaining a shocked expression from you. How did he–

“Wha- why?” You ask, not being able to comprehend what is happening.

“I don't know... you just distanced yourself after the whole encounter with my hookup.” He admits, his eyes now looking straight at yours, waiting for a response from you.

Do not give in Y/N.

You scoff lightly before crossing your arms. “Jeon, you've got the wrong idea. I'm not jealous. You're being weird. You're being very weird.'' You exclaim, trying to hide your sudden nervousness peeking out of you a little. Shit, shit, shit.

He chuckles a bit, ''You’re literally repeating yourself Y/N. So no, I’m not being weird, if anyone is being weird right now it's you.’‘ he says jokingly. You don’t answer him. Simply ignoring his remark.

“Okay you know what? Fuck this.” Jungkook says, giving up on your little act. Knowing that no matter how much he tried, you wouldn’t give in, cause that’s not you right?

He turns his back to you, beginning to walk towards his room. Not thinking any further you suddenly blurt out, ''Okay fine! You really wanna know what’s been going on? Okay I’ll tell you.” you say in an angrily tone, not thinking of any of the consequences this confession might bring. For once you need to be honest with both yourself and him. He turns around, his eyes now looking at yours.

“What Y/N?”

“For fucks sake Jungkook! I heard it, every single thing.'' You confess, a sudden silence growing inside the kitchen, as Jungkook just keeps looking at you. You take this as a sign to continue, as you've already fucked the whole thing up.

“Ever since then my mind has been going places. Daydreaming you fucking my brains out. That's why I distanced myself. I couldn't look at you. Not after all this.'' You sigh, feeling a bit lighter. Jungkook is being silent, way too silent for your liking.

That's when immediate regret came upon you. “Fuck, I knew I should've just shut up, forget this ever happened–'' You couldn't finish your regretful comment as Jungkook made his way towards you, crashing his lips onto yours. Your eyes grew wide, being in absolute shock. Before the kiss could deepen, Jungkook retrieves. A tingling sensation was now growing onto your lips, already missing the feeling of his lips.

“Fuck– Y/N. I’m so sorry. I don't know what came over me.” he excuses, adding a small grin to lighten the whole situation and to make it less awkward about what had just happened.

You don’t say anything – still being in absolute shock over the fact that Jungkook willingly kissed you.

Jungkook clears his throat before adding, “well... Goodnight.” He turns walking slowly back to his bedroom, not looking back at you. His door was now shut.

What the actual fuck.

You stand still for a few moments, your mind in a desperate need of progressing what the fuck just happened. Without thinking any further your legs start walking towards Jeon's room. You lift your hand, about to knock but before you could, the door suddenly opens. Jungkook in front of you again.

“Y/N I–“

You don’t let him finish, returning your lips back on his in a desperate need to feel them again. Jungkook tenses under your touch, but it’s quickly exchanged as he wraps his arm around your form, hugging you tighter towards him. As your lips move in sync, you feel his broad chest against your own, his tattooed arm holding you tight. It’s weird how your body grows hot over Jungkook’s touch. You’ve known each other for so long, the thought of sex surpassed the both of you very fast – mostly him not you.

‘’Mmm– are you sure?’’ Jungkook looks at you in the dimly lit room, his brown eyes fixated on your answer. You know you want this. Your body and mind craves the touch of Jungkook.

‘’I do.’’ You bring your fingers, tugging his slightly parted hair and he toys once with his lip ring, his tongue making an exit and gently rolling over the metal until he nods pulling you back in. Now his tongue runs over yours, delicately all while his arms are still holding firmly onto you.

A part of you can’t help but grow impatient. You’ve lived with Jungkook for about four years and in all honesty? A big part of you has wanted this for a very long time. It takes you back to when he accidentally popped in your head while your vibrator was in between your legs, your body in a desperate need for a release. You were so fucking needy tonight and you didn’t care.

‘’Touch me Jungkook. Please.’’ You mumble against his lips, your hips grinding more against him to feel him as close as you possibly can. You expect for Jungkook to do just that, instead he starts shaking under your neediness. You grow concerned, retrieving slowly to get a good look at him.

‘’Did I say something wrong?’’ Jungkook bites his lip, shaking his head to indicate a no. He pulls you closer again, his lips brushing against yours, ‘’You have no fucking clue how many times I’ve imagined you begging for my touch.’’ He whispers, grabbing a hold of your hair making you gasp. ‘’So I’m going to give you just that.’’ His arm unleashes from your form instead grabbing a hold of your exposed shoulders in your loose t-shirt. His hands feel cold against your burning hot skin, causing your nipples to erect.

Jungkook takes notice of how perky your breasts now are, his hand trailing further down giving one of them a firm squeeze. You feel like you’re dreaming, Jungkook’s words are slurring in the back of your brain. He’s thought of you as you have of him. You grab a hold of his black t-shirt, tugging at it as his fingers trace over your nipples, pinching it in between his fingers and your hold only tightens as you pant against his mouth. ‘’Is this enough?’’ He asks soothingly and you almost lose all your patience, wanting for him to throw you on the bed and take you as if this is the only night he’ll be able to touch you.

‘’No.’’

‘’Then tell me where you want me to touch you.’’ You lock your eyes with his, grabbing hold of his wrist belonging to his hand attached to your breast. You drag it longer down and under your t-shirt. He doesn’t move his fingers once they touch your heat, already being soaked enough for him to just slide in with ease.

‘’Here–’’ You hold his thumb, pressing it onto your clit. Jungkook’s mouth parts as you continue using his fingers on yourself. The sight of you being so desperate for him, and mostly his fingers almost makes him finish right in his pants. The way your lips are perfectly parted, your brows furrowed as his fingers slide in with ease inside of you. You grind yourself on his fingers, still frozen, not daring to move and Jungkook gulps trying his best to remain as he’s loving every bit of you using his fingers to make yourself come right in front of his eyes.

‘’Right here.’’ You sigh, closing your eyes as the pleasure increases within you. Jungkook loses it, curling his fingers inside of you making you snap under his move. You smile in victory knowing you made him lose all patience with you toying around.

It isn’t until Jungkook picks up a pace that your smile turns to an ‘o’, an awaited moan finally escaping your lips. Jungkook’s cock was begging to be touched, becoming so hard he felt as if he’d turn dizzy. Your moans were soothing under his skin, reminding him of the wave of pleasure he’s giving you.

‘’Mmm~’’ You’re still tugging at his t-shirt, focusing just on the pleasure and reaching your orgasm. Jungkook doesn’t stop, his thumb circling around your clit all while two fingers are shoved deep inside of your walls, hitting your g-spot nicely. You’re surprised over how good Jungkook is at fingering you. He’s so dedicated to making you finish all over his fingers and the thought is definitely pushing you closer to your orgasm appearing in the pit of your stomach.

Jungkook pulls you closer, faces mere inches apart. ‘’I want you to look at me.’’ You do as he says, maintaining eye contact. The room fills up with the sounds from Jungkook’s fingers re-entering you. As your high reaches, you let out a strained moan, eyes still locked to Jungkook’s which have turned darker than earlier. His lip ring is dangling free, his lip going once or twice back to playing with it. You get more aroused by the minute, Jungkook’s fingers have stopped moving inside of you.

‘’Fuck, you look so hot when you finish all over my fingers.’’ The praise sends a warm fuzzy feeling, heating your cheeks more than before. You’re anticipated for what’s next, although you really wanna fill your mouth up with his cock.

Seeing Jungkook is staying silent, not knowing what’s next you surprise him by taking his fingers out of you. He doesn’t hesitate to lick off your glistening arousal that coated his fingers.

‘’I’ve been dying to do this.’’ You drop down to your knees, roaming your hands on his thighs, squeezing his skin under your palms. Jungkook hisses from the contact, his eyes never leaving yours and patiently awaiting for your next move.

You remove his gray sweatpants, keeping the boxers on for the upcoming teasing you will accomplish. You palm him through the fabric, moving your head towards it, peppering it with small kisses.

‘’This is so fucking mean– ah!’’ You cup him, grabbing his erection firmly. At least he’ll stop complaining for now. Your hands are done exploring, Jungkook’s cheeks have turned pink from the impatience of wanting you to suck him off. You know he wants it, despite the fact that you’re taking your time – not knowing if this is a one time thing or not. You want to enjoy him fully.

It’s as if all Jungkook’s prayers are answered when you finally pull his boxers down, tongue flicking over his tip, glistening with pre-cum. ‘’Shit.’’ He murmurs, head throwing back in disbelief over how your tongue is running on his tip at this very moment.

You open wider, welcoming him a bit more in, hand pumping for what you don’t cover with your mouth just yet. It takes almost a split five seconds of sucking his tip off and Jungkook lets out a moan for you to hear. He sounds almost desperate, the moan being mildly hoarse.

Your cheeks hollow as you take him further in your mouth, tongue flatly running along his veins. He’s a lot to handle, but your mouth does the job.

‘’Don’t stop.’’ He lowly mutters, his hand holding your cheek, rubbing smoothly in patterns. You obey, continuing in a pace that has Jungkook grunting and breathing heavily only caused by your mouth. You feel overly confident knowing you have a certain effect on Jungkook. You moan against his dick, the thought overflowing you and Jungkook bucks his hips towards you in a thrust. He continues to fuck your mouth, his cock now coated in your spit.

‘’I think now’s the time that I finally fuck you.’’ Jungkook expresses.

You remove your mouth, some spit landing on your chin; your hand still holding onto the base of his cock. ‘’Oh yeah? Who said you’d be the one to dom?’’ Jungkook is in shock over your words, shivering at the thought of you completely taking control over his body. Jungkook’s silence is enough for you to know he’s toying with the idea of you taking over.

‘’Okay. Take control of me.’’ He throws his shirt over his head, exposing his abs and fully tattooed sleeve to you, laying down comfortably, inviting you in between his legs. You follow his movements, taking off your shirt and dropping your panties to the ground. Now moving towards him, wanting to ride him out like there’s no tomorrow.

Your hips now straddling him, grinding against his cock and coating him in your arousal from earlier. Jungkook’s hesitant to touch you, his hand moving and holding tight in a pillow instead.

Your fingers examine his face – mostly his lip because of his piercing – you’re in doubt if you can play with it, so you let your fingers rest on his cheek. It’s as if Jungkook knew your doubt, guiding your finger and letting it rest on the metal of the ring. You bite your lip, gently moving the piercing back and forth.

‘’Do you have any idea how turned on I get by this?’’ Jungkook interrupts your session of toying with his lip ring. You freeze, mouth agape all while shaking your head no.

Jungkook presses you down, your folds making direct contact to his cock and it’s so fucking hard. He wasn’t lying.

‘’Please, just fucking ride me already.’’ He sucks in a breath noticing how needy that actually sounded from his part. He loved how you took your time with him but he wasn’t going to last very long if he didn’t experience the feeling of how you convulse around his cock while he’s inside of you.

‘’Because you asked so nicely.’’ You prop yourself, taking a hold of the base of his cock and guiding it to your entrance. The tip barely reaches all the way in and Jungkook’s eyes are closed, panting lowly. The sight is definitely something you could get used to, seeing him getting all worked up for your touch and now mostly your cunt wrapped around him.

You drop further down, Jungkook’s dick now fully nestled inside of you. You whimper out of sensation of how well he’s stretching you out. You start bucking your hips, a hiss leaving your mouth as you ride him tenderly.

Jungkook’s eyes are still screwed shut, his eyebrows grown close and his mouth slightly parted, showcasing just how pleased he is by you. You rake your fingernails in his chest as you pick up your pace, sensing the familiar knot re-appearing.

‘’Fucking hell,’’ Jungkook curses, his eyes now roaming your body and how smoothly you move above him. He takes his chances, grabbing your ass tightly making you jerk your hips out of the sudden control Jungkook is having again.

You like that he’s testing out how much he’s allowed to do. Almost as if he’s being careful with you as you’re a delicate flower petal.

You’re determined to make yourself and him finish in the short amount of time and seeing Jungkook’s fucked out face, you’re close to reaching your goal.

‘’You feel so good–’’ You praise, receiving a small smile from Jungkook. Your hips are close to giving up, riding as if you have the whole time in the world.

‘’Come on, you’re so close.’’ Jungkook encourages you, moving his grip on you along with your movements.

Your legs begin to lightly shake, dissolving into pleasure and finally reaching your second high. Jungkook grunts, feeling your arousal on his cock as you keep riding it. It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to lose himself completely, coming undone inside of you and filling you up with every drop he has to give.

''Holy shit.'' You say a bit out of breath, trying to regain a bit of consciousness.

''I can't believe we just fucked.'' ''Makes two of us.''

He turns his head towards you, looking into your eyes, causing small butterflies to appear in the pit of your stomach.

You smile. ''What?'' you ask, still giggling a bit.

''I- did you know you look really pretty after getting fucked?'' He asks, running his fingers along your arm.

Shit, that was hot.

''Stop it Jeon.'' You respond by giving him a small smack on his chest once again.

''What? I'm serious.'' There they were, once again the butterflies in the pit of your stomach, not wanting to disappear.

''So, what now?''

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starfriday · 1 year

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SUGAR POP Beauty onboards Shehnaaz Gill as its

first brand ambassador

The young and effervescent Shehnaaz embodies the personality of a “POP Star” - as the

brand’s rapidly-growing fan base is commonly referred to. Currently, the brand’s products are

available across 50,000+ retail outlets across India in less than 3 years of launch

10th June, Mumbai - SUGAR POP Beauty, young India’s favorite makeup brand, today announced

Bollywood actress Shehnaaz Gill as its first brand ambassador. This partnership between the Big Boss

star and the young, fun makeup brand is expected to further cement SUGAR POP’s position as a fan

favorite and create new opportunities for mass customer acquisition, especially with the Gen Alpha and

Gen Z audiences in India that are new to makeup.

Link to announcement video -

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CtTBK7Lonv0/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Shehnaaz will be first seen in a short digital introductory campaign that reinforces the brand’s USP of

easy-to-use high-quality makeup products and announces her as the face of the brand.

The frame opens with Shehnaaz being her bubbly self, super excited to make an announcement, asking

the audience whether they’d like to be a ‘POP Star’. Followed by the ultimate reveal of SUGAR POP

products, where she demonstrates using the extensive range of beginner-friendly makeup in short simple

steps. The video blends her spontaneous personality with the vibrant brand persona as she showcases

the brand’s range of must-have makeup products.

In an enthusiastic response to the new partnership, Shehnaaz couldn't contain her excitement as she

expressed, "Collaborating with SUGAR POP is truly a dream come true for me! It's an incredible

opportunity to embark on this journey alongside them, where I can utilize my effervescent charm and

contribute to spreading positivity through their amazing range of products. This partnership feels like a

perfect match, as if it were destined to be. I wholeheartedly support SUGAR POP's mission to makehigh-quality, user-friendly makeup products accessible to young Indian women all across the country. It

aligns perfectly with my own beliefs, and I am thrilled to be a part of this initiative that aims to empower

and uplift women in every corner of our nation."

Started in 2020 as a retail-first brand, SUGAR POP Beauty can be seen growing at a record-breaking

speed as an omnichannel brand. The brand boasts of a unique distribution strategy with an established

presence across 50,000+ retail outlets in a short span of 18 months with equal focus on Tier 1, Tier 2,

and Tier 3 cities. With an extensive portfolio of 30+ ranges and 130+ SKUs across Lips, Eyes, Face,

Skin, and their hero range nails, SUGAR POP has cultivated a strong customer base amongst Gen Alpha

and Gen Z consumers in less than 3 years. Today, the young brand is available across the length and

breadth of the country, as well as all leading online marketplaces and the brand’s own website.

--END–

About SUGAR POP:

SUGAR POP, young India’s favorite makeup brand, exquisitely caters to the Gen Alpha and GenZ

women's long-wear makeup and effective skincare needs. With bold, coveted, and chart-topping products

that are high on style and higher on performance, SUGAR POP is carefully crafted to be a perfect match

for every Indian skin tone, follows current makeup trends, and works across all seasons! All SUGAR POP

products are 100% vegeterian, free from animal testing, and made without nasty stuff. Long-lasting

formulas, free of parabens and sulphate that are totally guilt-free! For a wholesome beauty experience,

SUGAR POP makeup products can be found in 50,000+ retail outlets across India. It is accessible to and

offers 500+ million Indian customers a shopping experience that is truly poppin’!

For more information, please visit https://www.sugarpop.com/pages/about-us

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poursomesunaonme · 2 years

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im so joked … storytime >:)

i was talking to this guy back in the spring. we hit it off rly well, he was cute and a little weeb and i fucked w it. had so many tats……. so many tats………

we talked for a while sending little vids back n forth on snap. im a busy little girl so one time i was walking around my room and talking. he sees my cute jjk sweatshirt and is like omg where’d you get it ??? i said a friend got it for me from etsy. that was that.

a few weeks later we make plans but i forgot i had something so i was rly nice abt cancelling and said that i wanted to go out soon (and meant it). but lil boy got his panties in a twist and unadded me, unmatched, etc.

however, i still have him added on sc.

i do not see this man post in MONTHS. MONTHS.

he pops up today in my subscriptions. his hair is blue like he said he wanted to dye it, makeup’s poppin, etc.

i look a little closer… n see nobara’s buns poppin up from the bottom of the screen.

THIS MAN HAD GONE AND BOUGHT THE SHIRT.

I SQUINTED. I RUBBED MY LITTLE EYES.

yall im screaming HOLLERING

#this is so not a big deal #but its so funny to me #i cant stop chuckling #🍄giggles

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jashinkun · 2 years

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Givenchy (Armani), Balenci (and Dolce), and Fendi (and Chloe), Versace

Fuck me up (lights out)

Fuck me up, baby

Fuck me up (lights out)

Guess what got more drip than anything a bitch put on?

This pussy (oh, oh), this pussy (oh, oh)

Now, guess what got more drip than anything a bitch put on?

This pussy (oh, oh), this pussy (oh, oh)

Come and motorboat me today

Titties sittin' like Rolling Ray

Hit it twice, double tap this page

Make the pussy stretch like minimum wage

Kill the pussy, nigga, dig its grave

I'm an accomplice, may I just say

Actin' like I like him 'til he pay

'Cause mortgage ain't free, man, okay?

I'm such a motherfuckin' freak (uh-huh)

Snatchin' daddy's soul like Tariq (oh)

Tall nigga, let me climb the tree

Chiropractor, from the back he beat

Drain the dick, I put it in a drought

Jenga game, he hate pullin' out (out)

I'ma skate after we fuck

So, on the dick I just roll, bounce

And I'm poppin', and I'm poppin', and I'm poppin' this twat

Fuck a two-hand twist, I got the dick on lock

I just make a nigga shiver when I swallow every drop

I look up, nigga shakin' like he NLE Chopp'

Then that dick bust a nut in my eyes when I wake up

It's serving UK Black girl makeup

Throat full of little babies, wait, wait, bruh

Shout out to Jayda Wayda

Guess what got more drip than anything a bitch put on?

This pussy (ah, ah), this pussy (shh, ah)

Now, guess what got more drip than anything a bitch put on?

This pussy (ah, ah), this pussy (ah, ah)

Suckin' on it while I look in his eyes

The pussy serve courtroom, make ya dicks all rise

You only gon' catch me where the money reside

I want a nigga head up like he got baptized

'Cause I'm the motherfucker that he like to brag about

Stick it in from the back like the tag was out

Throw the GPS, make him come the fastest route

He 'bout to straight sink in, like he crashed them couch

That nigga 'bout to drown tryna rock this boaty

He cut the condom in half, now the dick gotta floaty (uh-oh)

He gon' wave his wand all around my throaty

Like, "You are now watchin' a Disney showy" (uh-oh)

Throw it back, reachin' for them balls again

The fingers backwards, look like Mr. Crocker's hands

He got black balls, a dick only grow as I plan

But I support black business and make it expand

I'm not the one, two or three

The dick like a bungee jump inside me

Got butterfly doors, my legs up, he skeet

But first he pump gas, my tank was on E

Nigga, eat the ass and lick between cheeks

Head game stupid, remind me of Zeke

I'm the pussy fairy every day of the week

So I'm ridin' on his cockpit, I don't fly cheap

Guess what got more drip than anything a bitch put on?

This pussy (ah, ah), this pussy (shh, ah)

Now, guess what got more drip than anything a bitch put on?

This pussy (ah, ah), this pussy (ah, ah)

Now, guess what got more drip than anything a bitch put on?

This pussy (ah, ah), this pussy (shh, ah)

This pussy, Givenchy

This pussy, Balenci

This pussy, and Fendi

This pussy, Versace

This pussy, Armani

This pussy, and Dolce

This pussy, and Chloe

This pussy, and Louis

Ah, ah, shh, ah

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eevee-morgan · 5 years

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#my makeup is poppin today imho #me #eyes #makeup

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aliive-but-not-liiviing · 6 years

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my little best friend🌺

#his fringe is a mess it's supposed to be gelled up lmao #but he's my fav #me #my face #myself #my brother #lil bro #he never pulls nice faced for photos #this is the best i could get #i love him so much #also my eye makeup was poppin today #eyeshadow #love #faces*

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lovexjoe · 2 years

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FLASHING LIGHTS PART 2

Jack’s POV

Since the moment I watched her first interview I’ve had a crush on this women. She’s absolutely beautiful in every single way and just seeing her in front of me just confirms it all. I stood there in shock that she said no, but I understood why. She has a daughter. She’s new to the fame and she doesn’t want to get caught up in it. I’m in the same boat. Since Whats Poppin and Industry Baby came out my numbers have blown through the roof. I’m just trying to keep myself above water, before I drown in these flashing lights. I sighed as I headed back to my seats to watch the rest of the award show. The two seats to the left of Nas was suppose to be for Y/N and her daughter but Nas told me she left early.

“She’s a family girl, fam. She rarely parties! All about her daughter and I love that.” Nas admires and informs me as he notices Im searching for her. I’m crushing bad. Nas picks it up.

“She’s beautiful I know, I’m going to help you! Just don’t go breaking my best friend’s heart.” I put my hands up in defense. She’s not the type I would make sign an NDA. I want shit to be genuine. Slowly get to know each other. Y/N had won for Best New Artist. I was honored to even be nominated in the same category as her. She FaceTimed and they put her on the big screen.

“Thank you guys so so much! I’m so sorry to have left early but the princess was tired.” She shows Elena knocked out sleeping in their bed. She’s such a great mom. After the award show ended I passed on the after party and went home. I had a photo shoot in the morning.

~~~~~~~~~~

Y/N POV

I can’t believe I won Best New Artist. This means the world to me. There was a photo shoot today with me and another upcoming artist. They refused to tell who it was cause it’s a little raunchy from what my manager told me. Elena was with the babysitter/ my best friend for the day. I gave her a kiss goodbye and headed out to the shoot. As soon as I step foot on set, they take me into the dressing room to do hair and makeup. I enjoyed this SOMETIMES. Other times I’m annoyed with so many people in my face trying to make me look presentable.

“Jack Harlow is on set!” I heard in the distance and my heart does a flip. Fuck. I can’t dodge this man at all. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to say yes yesterday but I just can’t risk getting hurt again. My makeup artist told me to strip down completely nude and they wrapped a white sheet around me. It’s one these those photo shoots……..

I make my way to the main setup and there he was in a white button up and grey dress pants. It doesn’t help with him being handsome. Those eyes could swallow me up right now. He gulps as I walk over to him. He clears his throat and smiles.

“Hey Y/N”

I make him nervous……

Might as well tease him……

~~~~~

The photographer explains that this idea hasn’t been presented in a while. He wanted them to be comfortable and in love as possible. Y/N mentally smirks because she knows she’s gonna tease him as much as possible. Jack mentally cursed because he’s not trying to be bricked up during the photo shoot. She’s so beautiful. Everything like a goddess. He wish she would say yes. Maybe he could convince her.

He gets on the floor as instructed, then Y/N lays against his chest. They both look at the camera all sultry and the photographer was milking it. Gushing that they look amazing together. Y/N places her left arm over his left shoulder to play with the hairs on the back of his neck. His right arm pulls her closer to him.

He whispers in her ear

“I know exactly what you’re doing. You’re playing with fire.” She bites her lip in response. They stand up, Jack unexpectedly lifts her up and she laughs. His manager laughing in the background because all their photos are coming out perfect. Nas pops in a few minutes later and Y/N felt a relief.

“Alright give my baby a break cause her bestie is here!” Nas gives her a hug. Everyone agreed to a lunch break. Jack figured Nas was here to help him and he was. Y/N left to grab a robe.

“I’m not going to lie you two look great together.” He sips on a soda that was complementary.

“Bro Im trying not to be bricked up. She’s purposely teasing me” Jack blushes. Nas informs him that she’s very flirtatious so now is the best time to make her say yes. She comes back with a banana in her mouth. Both of them looking at her insane.

“Fuck you guys. I’m on a diet until Saturday.” She pouts. Y/N was very strict about her figure. It had to do with the post partum depression after having Elena. Her ex constantly told her, her body wasn’t the same as before without realizing she sacrificed her body to birth a child. Nas does an awkward cough and excuses himself with a “phone call”

Jack turns to her

“Go out with me. Listen just as friends. I really want to get to know you.” He keeps eye contact. Fuck.

Y/N POV

THIS is his thing. The eye contact. Staring into someone’s soul. I’m melting already and before I could refuse my mouth was already saying yes.

“Fine. Don’t! Get any ideas” I pointed my finger to him and he promised that it was genuine. We headed back to the set to finish up. The photographer pulled me aside to ask me if I was okay with this one last picture. A kiss?

I shouldn’t……

I should.

His manager gave the thumbs up to surprise him. These pictures are gonna blow the internet up. Fuck it. I walked over to him as he was seated in a black chair. I climbed onto his lap, his hands immediately on my waist.

“You’re so handsome” I said softly. Truly admiring his face. His cheeks turn red and I felt his legs shuffle slightly under me. How do I have an effect on him like this? No one’s ever acted like this with me. Without much thought I pulled him in for a kiss.

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Nas came back in time and everyone was cheering. It was his idea after all and this was for sure going to be a fan favorite. The two kissed slow and sensual as if they didn’t want the moment to be over. Jack couldn’t believe it was happening but he wasn’t going to stop. Her lips were so soft. She couldn’t deny how much she liked that kiss. As they pull away they look into each other’s eyes for a minute. Y/N snaps herself out of it. She quickly thanks everyone and heads over to her dressing room.

She hasn’t felt butterflies in a while. It felt sinful. She didn’t want to give in. As she gets dressed she convinced herself that sneaking out through the back door was the best option. This was just for business and that’s it. She gets in her car and drives off.

(Hope you guys like it🦋)

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow smut #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb

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notmanagingmymischief · 3 years

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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐬 | 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧.

bylooook, it is not my fault that" yulie Andrews can make any character look good and I also want to suffer

title source: "goodbye to a world" by porter robinson

warnings: angst, (temporary) death

word count: 2.0K

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* - daffodils symbolize unrequited love

enjoy xx

When Jane and Michael told you that they had lost their nanny once again, you had laughed, figuring Mrs., or Mr. Banks would simply find another stiff, old lady to replace her. So to say it came as a shock when they arrived one day at the park with a young, attractive woman in tow, well that was an understatement. She introduced herself as Mary Poppins, making you smile lightly and say "That's a pretty name." She matched your smile and said a quiet thanks, unable to get anything else out before Jane was telling you all about her.

"Well it seems you're quite a lady, huh Mary Poppins? And beautiful to go along with it." you asked, smirking slightly when you noticed the light flush appear on her cheeks. She brushed your words off with a quiet "Nonsense," but you still took it as a win.

From then on you couldn't get her out of your head. No matter where you went, who you saw, Mary wouldn't leave your mind. It was like she had taken up place in your head and made a home there, her bright smile lit up the dark corners of your mind and the sound of her voice filled your every waking moment. That is, until the flowers came. I'm sure you're thinking, why would flowers be a bad thing? They're gorgeous! And normally you'd be right; flowers would remind you of Mary when you would see them in the park or by someone's door. But when they're growing in your lungs, one learns to hate any flower that they see.

It started off simple. One petal at a time, at random times, not even every day. You still remember the first time you coughed up one. It was a lovely white daffodil petal.*

"I'll see you guys later! Bye, Michael, Jane." You hesitated, eyes dropping to the floor for a second; "Bye Mary." The nanny smiled brightly and mumbled "Goodbye, y/n." before walking away with her two charges following close behind, waving at you until they were no longer visible. With a sigh, you spun on your heel and began the long walk back home, all alone once again. Compared to the rest of the day, this was terribly boring. You, along with Mary and the children, had spent the past few hours together messing about, Mary using her...powers? to create illusions and things you'd thought impossible only weeks earlier. Returning to the dark, damp streets of England was a stark reality check in comparison.

When you arrived home, you immediately went to the bathroom, washing your hands and face to get your makeup off. You weren't planning on going back out today anyway. But all of a sudden, there was a pressure in your throat, like you needed to cough, so you did. You almost choked on air, or something else, as you spluttered and wheezed for minutes on end. It was painful and lasted for what felt like eternity, as you felt something slowly coming up your throat. You clawed at your neck, vicious red lines appearing on your skin as your nails broke the surface and drew blood. Lunging at the toilet, thinking you were about to be sick, you finally got it out. But what appeared was not vomit as you thought it would be, but instead one single flower petal. As soon as it was out the pressure stopped and you felt fine (besides your now throbbing throat, raw from coughing).

Trembling hands reached down and grasped the petal between gentle fingers, bringing it up to your face. A perfect, unmarred daffodil petal. You'd recognize it anywhere; it was one of your favorite flowers. Bright yellow like the sun, it sat in your palm, almost taunting you to ask "why?" Yet you didn't say a word, just threw it out and stood up on shaky legs. Knees weak, you collapsed into your bed minutes later.

But that was just the beginning of a very painful, very long process. It turned from daffodils to daisies, you realized, once you learned that daisies were Mary's favorite flower. Small but deadly, you thought as you lay awake in bed, just waiting for the next coughing fit to come on. More came with each passing day, and now they came bloody and torn. Your bedside garbage can was filled to the brim with the delicate things, flecks of dried blood staining your carpet and sheets. They were marks you could never get rid of, no matter how hard you scrubbed, but you managed to keep it from everyone. Jane, Michael, Mary Poppins. No one knew what was happening to you behind closed doors. No one except yourself.

You head slowly down Cherry Tree Lane. It seems the fates have given you a bit of a break; you haven't coughed up any flower petals today. You've known for a while now why this is happening to you. Your love for Mary Poppins has made the very thing that she loves kill you. And it is killing you, that much you know. Some days you fall to your knees and cough up petals for hours, until your floor is covered in them and splattered with blood. You know it's only a matter of time until they finally suffocate you. What a poetic way to die, you think as you walk. Tragically beautiful; killed by your own love. And when it finally stops you're left an empty shell shaking and weeping silently, praying to any god you can think of that everything would just end. Your suffering, your feelings, everything.

You find yourself pausing at the gate of number seventeen; this is where Mary is. Glancing up at the nursery window, you almost walk up and knock on the door. But you think better of it and drop your head, continuing on down the street in silence, tears brimming in your eyes and threatening to fall. You wish you could hate her, you really do. But no matter how hard you try, nothing can make you hate Mary Poppins.

"Y/n!"

She's killing you and she doesn't even know it.

"Y/n, wait up!"

Oh.

"Where are you going, darling?"

You refuse to look at her at first, even after you stop walking. But eventually you can't stop yourself from slowly turning to face the woman in question. Still you don't meet her eyes. "Darling?" Please don't call me that, you think. It's just making this so much harder. You've been avoiding her and the children for days now, almost a week, hoping that maybe distance could make it better. You've known what you have to do for months, though you've been too much of an emotional coward to actually say it. Well, no better time than the present, I suppose.

"I think we need to...to stop getting together," you finally choke out, raising your eyes only to drop them again at the expression on Mary's face. It's confusion, frustration, sadness, and it makes her beautiful face contort in a way that you refuse to acknowledge you are the cause of. A moment later she asks "What in the world are you talking about?" and you huff quietly, pushing down the pressure in your throat as best as you can. "Just what I said. I don't wa-want to see you anymore, Mary." You force yourself to hold eye contact when you say it, trying to make her believe that you really don't want to be around her anymore. Maybe if she hates you...you can hate her too. It's all you have left.

She has no idea what she's doing to you.

Mary doesn't understand, that much is obvious, but she's holding it together better than you are. More tears are stinging in your eyes, unable to fall. And that pressure is building again; you need to go before it's too late, because soon enough you won't be able to hold it in. "No, no I don't...I don't understand. Y/n, what is this about? What's happened?" Mary asks, and you scoff as convincingly as you can, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest indignantly. "Nothing happened, Mary Poppins. Just leave me alone, please." you say and push past her, accidentally hitting her shoulder with yours as you pass. She grabs your wrist and stops you from pulling away, and you try to remove yourself from her grasp, but it's too late. They're already here.

Swallowing, holding your breath, nothing is working, and you let out a loud gasp. The world flickers in front of your eyes and you stumble forward, tripping over your feet and ending up on your knees as you begin to cough hysterically. You can't hear anything besides the blood rushing in your ears and your heart pounding in your quickly tightening chest. Gentle hands cup your chin and raise your head to look at their owner, but your dimming eyesight makes it hard to see exactly who it is. Their words fall on deaf ears as they try to ask what's happening, but they fall silent abruptly when the first petals come. Because it rapidly turns from petals to flowers. Daffodils are first, they fall onto your lap covered in bright red blood. Then come the daises, stuffing your mouth before you spit them out. Finally is the rose.

"I ca-can't bre-breathe-" you hiss, bringing your hands to your throat again and beginning to claw at the delicate flesh there. The person, who you assume to be Mary Poppins, pulls your hands away before you can do more damage to the already sensitive area, freezing with tears in her eyes as your mouth falls open in a silent scream and you collapse into her lap heavily. Your body goes limp and you quit trying to pull in heaving breaths. The rose appears rapidly from your open mouth and your eyes roll into the back of your head. And Mary finally understands what's happening. Everything that she's seen, how you've been acting, the sudden change in your aura, all comes rushing at her all at once. She only hopes that she can stop it before it's too late, for before her very eyes the great flower, dark crimson, covers your mouth, thorns tearing your throat and cheeks open as it grows larger by the second.

Dried blood flakes on your chin and Mary screams as she feels your heart slow to a near stop beneath her hand. Quickly, she wraps her fingers around the rose, ignoring the way the thorns prick her skin and make her bleed, and snaps it off at the stem. Before she can think twice on what she's doing, she's leaned down and pressed her lips to yours. Tears stream down her face and her whole body is shaking, praying that this is enough to save you, that she's not too late. But you're unresponsive, completely still under her body, and the woman lets out a sob. She hadn't realized that she was falling for you until now, she hadn't realized that the butterflies she'd feel in her chest when you'd lock eyes or the way her heart swelled when you kissed her cheek that one time was love, not simply friendship.

She had killed you without even realizing it.

Mary's hands shake against your cold cheeks, but she refuses to part from you. Even when a sticky, bloody hand lands on her cheek and rests there, and your...wait. Mary's eyes, squeezed shut, open quickly and she pulls her lips off yours. And she watches as the vines that had wrapped around your neck wither and dry up, disintegrating into nothing. Your eyes flutter open, and though they are bloodshot and dim, they are the most beautiful things that Mary has ever seen. Your name falls from her lips in a whisper, and you smile softly up at her. The woman can't stop herself from lunging forward and reattaching your lips to each other, pulling you up to her level as your arms drape over her shoulders. When you separate again you fall forward into her arms, wrapping yourself up in her body as she curls around you.

The two of you stay like that, in the middle of the sidewalk of Cherry Tree Lane, for a long time, the bloody petals drifting away in the wind.

"I love you, Mary Poppins."

"And I love you, y/n l/n."

#mary poppins #mary poppins x reader #julie andrews #julie andrews x reader #fanfiction #romance #angst #hanahaki disease #x reader #fem!reader #thank you I'll say goodbye soon

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May I Have Your Hand in Marriage?

Written for @heirm

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Here’s the sequel to “May I have a Dance?“ you asked for :)

Summary: During another romantic date in the imagination, Roman asks Logan a very important question?

Taglist: @sanderdarksides @moons-the-nightmare @heirm @lost-in-thought-20 @1stressedanddepressed @xoaningout @lily-janus @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @thebittybonesaddict @just-a-little-anxious @parksthefrog @randomacnhfan

Word count: 680

Ao3

Part one

February 14th. The most romantic day of the year. This day will be perfect. Roman darts across his room, gathering all his hair and makeup products. Everything from his outfit to his makeup needs to be perfect.

By the time Roman is done doing his hair, his bedroom reeks of hair spray and gel. His hair is glossed back to show off the undercut and his bright red highlights.

Now for the most important part, the makeup. Roman wants to make sure Logan dies of gay when he sees him. He outlines his eyelids with a neutral faint pink, creating a wing with silver rhinestones. Paired with bright red lipstick. Perfect! Roman has not a spot nor blemish on his entire face.

He opens his closet and searches for the perfect outfit. The outfit captures just why Logan fell in love with him in the first place. He picks his absolute favorite red dress. Roman snaps to change into it. The dress falls from his shoulders, laced with flowers. The semi-long sleeves reach his elbows and the dress reaches the floor. Five-inch heels for today. Roman summons a pair of ruby red heels. He gives a spin in the mirror to check that everything is perfect!

Time to pick up Logan! Roman opens the door to Logan’s room and his jaw drops, “You look… Stunning.” Logan steps out wearing a dark blue suit covered in black flowers. His makeup is subtle but highlights all the natural beauties of his face. Roman takes his boyfriend’s hand and guides him back to his room, “After you, my love.”

“That is a lovely dress, Roman.” Roman flushes the color of his makeup. He should be used to Logan complimenting him by now but it gives him butterflies in his stomach every time.

Roman types Logan’s birthday into the box where he keeps the key to the imagination. This evening’s date with Logan is a special one. He chooses a romantic dinner under the sunset for today.

The rows of flowers make a path for them as they cross the garden. Roman leads Logan to the table in the middle of a geranium garden. Blue and red flowers surrounds them. Italian food is set across the table. All of Roman’s dates are set straight out of a Disney movie. This one is a mix of Lady and the Tramp and Mary Poppins.

Roman pulls out a chair for Logan then takes his seat. The sun starts to set, but it is always at that perfect height that it is never in their eyes, “Thank you for joining me here today. I have an important question I wanted to ask you and I could not wait any longer.”

Logan has a feeling of what Roman is about to ask so he lets him continue. Roman plays with a small box in his pocket.

“I’m the romantic side. It’s my job to be the best and most romantic boyfriend ever. But you make that job easy since it is wonderful getting to plan a romantic date for you. For months and months, I was working on the perfect plan to finally ask you this. What day would be better than Valentine’s Day? The most romantic day of the year.” Roman pulls out the ring box and gets on one knee, “Logan, I am absolutely head over heels in love with you. May I have your hand in marriage?”

A few tears slip down Logan’s face, “Roman, the time I have spent with you over the past few years has been the most lovely time ever. I would be honored to become your faithful husband for always and forever .”

Roman places the blue diamond ring on Logan’s finger and pulls him into a hug. “May I?” He whispers into Logan’s ear.

“Of course, my dear.” Logan leans into Roman and kisses his fiancé. As they kiss, an orchestra softly plays in the background, and fireworks are set off above their heads. A perfect ending for a perfect day. Although, it’s not an ending but a new beginning.

#sanders sides #roman sanders #logan sanders #ts logince #logince #romantic logince #ts fic #thegayemo writing #ts logan #ts roman

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heyheshi · 4 years

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Mirror Selfies, Fake Hickeys, and Cheetos... And Lots of Make Out Sheesh

3.3k words

written and uploaded: August 27, 2020

🦋 - fluff

🌙 - angst...? Idek now honestly lmao

💎 - smut, well just lots of make out sheesh

Please like and reblog! Also please don't post my writings anywhere!

Have y'all heard "Half The World Away"? This piece could have been a song fic since it's about being best friends but I've already wrote like half of this when I got the idea and this is in your POV so I'll be doing a song fic soon! And it's about HTWA! in Harry's POV on my 2nd month!

Masterlist

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You checked out your outfit one last time in front of your full body mirror - smoothing out those little wrinkles and making sure that your chosen clothes emphasizes your body in the most flattering way. My butt's poppin!, you thought to yourself.

The attire of your choice wasn't entirely revealing, wearing a white sailor pants with eight gold buttons in front - four on each sides, a sheer laced white sleeveless bodysuit that plunges just enough to show a bit of your cleavage, and white pumps. You look elegant in your opinion but not elegant enough to not get hit on in a club.

You're not trying to empress anyone but you also don't wanna look like you just got out of bed on your cousin's party. You decided not to wear any makeup - just some eyeliner and lip gloss, your hair parted in the middle in a low tight ponytail. You added a few gold accessories to accent everything.

You're sure that the club's packed and you're gonna get sweaty, you don't want any makeup to ruin your white clothes. Keeping your fingers crossed that you can keep everything clean and intact throughout the night.

Natural and elegant. Keep it natural and elegant, your mums words keeps replaying in your head.

You took your phone out from your purse that's laying on the dresser - opening the camera app and posing for a couple of mirror shots but only having three of your favorite - one doing a very cheeky pose by smiling big at the mirror while winking, your other hand doing the 'gun'; one looking sweet and shy, looking at the mirror with your eyes wide while holding a strand of your hair as if you're a child being handed your favorite sweet treat; and one looking sexy and seductive, putting your pointer finger on your lip as if biting on it as you look straight into the camera through your mirror.

Giggling to yourself after checking out the photos, you opened the messages app next and clicked on your conversation with your best friend Harry.

"Think it passed the "okay" looking?", you typed...

And sent!

You found him attractive but vowed to not cross any lines but you're feeling extra brave tonight so you also sent him the one where you looked really really hot - in your opinion.

Honestly, you'd say you're tall but not tall enough to rock a sailor pants the way Harry does but to your surprise, you looked rather ravishing tonight.

Your best friend of 2 years gifted you these pants as a joke as you always teased him about wearing one so one night he brought you these pants and said, "you better at least look okay in it" but now jokes on him. You thought that those three pictures will do the honors of mocking him.

As you're locking your front door, you hear your phone notification - a new message from "Sugar Baby :<", an inside joke that you used as Harry's contact name.

"Who was I kidding, you look good in anything. Take care and don't forget our plans tomorrow!", the message said, quickly responding with two frog emojis, you locked your phone.

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The club really is packed but your cousin had this private booth for everyone so it's all good. You partied like a college student with your cousin and her other friends, managing to not ruin your clothes despite of everyone's clumsiness.

You don't remember much besides drinking and dancing and talking and laughing and kissing this guy - Austin. He was one of those guys that looks like they modeled for some clothing magazine - an underwear apparel perhaps.

It didn't get far with Austin, you mostly just danced and made out but you're also not sure since you're too drunk to comprehend anything. The last thing you remember was you saying goodbye to your cousin and Austin getting you a cab then you're back to your house.

You didn't remember if you paid the driver more than the real rate but you didn't care, you're too excited to try this hairstyle you saw on one of your cousin's friend.

Opening your front door and locking it after you got in, you kicked off your heels and got a bottled water on the fridge to bring to your room. Everything looks blurry but the digital clock on your bedside table reads 2:13 AM.

The last thing you remember was removing your almost non-existent makeup after changing your clothes and sitting on your dresser.

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You woke up on your bed feeling light-headed but at the same time feeling like you have 10 pounds of rock on top of it. You noticed that you're laying on your bed wearing your worn out college shirt, some underwear and a tiny pair of shorts. Your blinds shut all the way and your clock reading 9:48 AM.

Freaking out, you remembered your plans with your best friend today. Scrambling out of your bed to your bathroom, you brushed your teeth and washed your face thanking the heavens for giving you enough time to change out of your clothes last night - which is now on your hamper near your bathroom door - and cleaning your face properly.

You also noticed that your hair is properly styled - your hair's upper half's sectioned into three then braided to meet in the middle, while the half down's curled into waves.

You left the bathroom and went to your dresser to check your phone. You saw that your hair curler is still plugged but turned off - quickly unplugging it - and your other hair styling supplies laid on your dresser.

You head is still pounding as you look through your messages and missed calls. None of them from "Sugar Baby :<". Sighing, you racked your mind as much as you can to remember why your hair is styled this way and why hasn't your best friend called, maybe he got called in the studio last-minute, your mind told you.

Shaking your head, you slowly opened your door to strut down to your kitchen to eat some breakfast and take some Advil to at least ease your headache.

You were about to put some cereal on your bowl when Harry appeared out of nowhere startling you, a few bits of your corn flakes now scattered on your table.

"Mornin' sleepy head", Harry chuckles, greeting you with a teasing smile as if to mock you for mocking him last night when you're the one who's hammered right now. You looked at him with scarred eyes then pulling your eyebrows together as if questioning him.

"You gave me a spare key, remember. Knew you'd be hung over so I didn't woke you up, just let myself in. Was in the washroom when you got down.", he said answering your unvoiced question, "oh I also got you some waffles from your favorite diner, it's in the living room.", you only smiled at him as a sign of gratitude.

You started cleaning up your mess when you heard him speak once again, "wild night huh?", Harry teases you.

You looked up to meet his eyes, "Huh? What're you talking 'bout?", you asked in your morning voice, only having to talk right now for the first time.

"Huh? What are you talking about?", Harry failed miserably on trying to copy your voice, you only laughed at him. "C'mon love, don't be shy now!", he added.

You shake your head at him and looked down, "I really don't know what you're talking about...", you kept your head down as your tried to think of everything that happened last night that might connect to what Harry was saying.

"So you're telling me nobody tried to hit on you with THAT outfit last night?", he joked.

"Uh well someone did but nothing happened, I swear, so please just tell me what is it. My head hurts when I try to think."

Harry took his phone from his pocket and gave it to you, the camera app opened. You can see your tired looking face on the screen, "look at your neck, you got three.", Harry explained.

Trying to find what he's talking about, you moved your hair away from your neck and saw it. Three bruises on your neck, a hickey perhaps? One below your right ear, one just above your left collarbone, and one in the middle of your neck.

"Oh...", was the only thing you said as you further examined the bruises and giving the phone back to Harry. You're sure that Austin didn't leave a mark then you realized something.

At first it looked like a love mark but when you looked closely to it, you'd realize that it's a burn - your hair curler burn. After realizing it, the events after you went home last night came rushing back making you hold your head.

You remember everything from changing your clothes, to removing your make up, to sitting on your dresser and clumsily trying this hair style you saw on the party and managing to burn yourself more than usual as you curl your hair, then going to bed after you gave up by turning off the curler.

Looking back at it, your hair style and burns doesn't look that awful for some drunk fella doing it. And for some reason, you don't want to tell your best friend the truth so you just shrugged it off as you finished cleaning up your mess.

You can feel his eyes burning on your neck as you rounded the table and giving him a hug, "thank you for the food.", you said and went to plop down on your couch in the living room, leaving H astounded and confused.

You started opening the take out boxes that contains your waffles and some other breakfast as Harry opened your T.V. and launched Netflix.

The silence was nice for your head with only a few laughs here and there as you both watched and eat some breakfast but Harry was unusually very quiet, not making any remarks at all.

You decided to ask him later and finished off your food, Harry already done with his a few minutes ago. You stood up the couch and took your trash to the kitchen then taking some pain reliever for your head before going back to the living room.

When you went back to Harry, he was just looking absent-mindedly on the television so you sat really close to him and took his right arm so you can tuck yourself beside him, bringing back his arms but this time around your body.

"What's the matter?", you asked as you looked up at him, the medicine already taking its effect making you less dizzy.

"Just tired love.", he said not looking down at you. You only nodded and never thought much about it and looked back to the show you both were watching while caressing his hands that's laying near your tummy.

A few more minutes on the movie, you called out his name, "Harry, I can tell something's bothering you...", you whispered.

Harry being Harry, whipped his head so fast that your lips accidentally touched in a peck. Sighing, he moved his head away from yours, "later.", was the only thing he said, not giving you any explanation.

You knew that the sigh wasn't because of the accidental kiss. You've shared a kiss or two before when you were both drunk or accidentally kissed like this so it wasn't new but it didn't stop you from running your tongue throughout your lower lips when he wasn't looking.

He was acting really strange. He's always really affectionate and flirty when it comes towards you so - always mocking you or telling you jokes and distracting you most of the time by tickling you as you cuddle with him - so you know that something's bothering him right now.

He looked at you when you started to move away from him, only for you to straddle his lap and hug him, something you usually do when he's feeling down.

Yes, it doesn't look like something best friends would do but you both became really comfortable enough around each other to do this.

The show long forgotten as you tended your Harry, running your hands through his hair as you pecked his hairline repeatedly. Harry had his head on your neck as he holds you tight against his body, his two big hands covering almost all of your back.

You don't know how much time has passed but you didn't mind until you felt Harry's hand going at the back of your neck, finger tips felt like he's tickling your skin but you didn't make a huge deal out of it.

Your legs now feeling a bit numb so you adjusted yourself on his lap, Harry's head snapping back to you, "stop moving, Y/N.", he said sternly and you whispered an apology. You knew how much he hated it when you two cuddled and you can't stop moving.

He just put his head back to your neck again and for a few minutes everything is peaceful until you felt ticklish on the spot where Harry's head's placed but you refrained from moving, not wanting to upset him any further.

The movement was barely there for a few minutes until you can firmly feel his lips kissing and licking your neck, "H-harry, wh-what are you d-doing?", you tried to push him away but he only hold you closer, your moans threatening to spill as he continues his movements.

You then felt him suck and bit on your neck, a movement you knew will give you a mark - Harry's mark, and then you realized that where he's doing it is the spot where you burned yourself.

You cannot stop yourself from finally gripping his hair to push his head more towards your neck, both of you moaning a bit.

"What're we doing?", you panted heavily as Harry moved his head, probably heading towards your other burn below your ear.

His mouth working deliciously on your skin making your stomach churn and making you grind on him in return, moaning in delight.

"I'm just making sure that those marks are now MY marks.", Harry looked up to you with droopy eyes then went back to marking you.

"I- bu-", you couldn't form any coherent word, let alone a sentence so you just let your best friend mark you as much as he wanted.

You know it's wrong and that you vowed not to cross any line but his lips just felt too good on your skin to stop it.

You gripped his hair tightly making Harry moan as he marked you on the thrid spot, the middle of your neck, one of your sweet spots - and you think Harry noticed as your moans and whimpers of his name got louder making him suck harder.

You grounded you hips on his, feeling him get hard. You yanked his hair away from your neck and met his lips in a hot steamy kiss. His hands now on your hips, helping you move your hips against his.

Moans, pants and whimpers was all you can hear around the living room until you pulled away.

"I- Harry what are we thinking?!", your frustration is heard and can be seen on your face, your lips swollen and your neck red and starting to bruise from Harry's earlier assault.

Harry throw his head back on the couch, "fuck! 'M so sorry love! I- I always- fuck! I just, was so jealous of the guy I couldn't contain my possessiveness and you're not even mine!"

You only looked at him surprised, "I-", you didn't finish your sentence as you went back to kiss him again which took Harry by surprise but eagerly kissed you back.

"It was a burn.", you panted against Harry's lips.

He pulled away, looking at you confused, "what?".

"Nothing happened last night, we only made out, it wasn't hickeys, it was hair curler burns...", you explained blushing.

He put his hands on your arms, caressing it lightly, "why didn't you tell me?"

"Dunno", you shrugged, "guess I wanted to know how you'd react, make you jealous maybe...", you looked down ashamed of yourself, feeling so small under his gaze.

Harry only laughed as he run his fingers along his marks, "well it worked. Got really jealous, love.", he said and angled your face to meet his eyes. "Liked you since forever and I was jealous, thought he got to take THAT outfit off of you last night...", Harry murmured, his ears looking red out of embarrassment making you feel a bit better.

"Liked you since forever too... and good thing I went home alone, huh?", you teased Harry, ruffling his hair a bit and putting both of your hands on his shirt clad chest.

"He still got to kiss you..."

"Well then guess you got a lot of making up to do!", with that you kissed him again, hungrily. Until he pulled away.

"Cheetos.", Harry said then went back to kissing you again but you're too confused to continue.

"H, what?"

"Those three pictures last night...", he kissed down your neck as he continued, "Cheetos, salsa-queso for the one where you looked cute and cheesy...", slowly going back up, "the sweetos Cheetos - the cinnamon sugar puff ones - for the one where you looked like a child...", he pulled away at last making you breathe out finally, "and flamin hot Cheetos for the one where you looked really sexy.", Harry smiled cheekily at you as you pondered on what he said.

"You couldn't have thought of something better to compare me to, huh?", you laughed at him but you think it's sweet, really.

Harry played with the tips of your hair and said, "I bet you fifty bucks that you sent that last picture just to seduce me."

"Well Mister Styles you're right!", you laughed, "why? Are you mad?"

"Mad? That outfit made me lose control, really thankfully it led to this."

You pecked his lips once more, "hmmm, you're right... so what now...?"

"Well for starters, you could've called me to take care of you last night...", his sweet words ran through your head until he continued, "and well you owe me...", he did this cute thinking face that you love, "you have to wear it again, this time, with ME beside you, want us to match too!", you giggled at his childishness but let him continue.

"That's just an excuse to take it off of you the next time around!", he overexaggeratedly winked at you, letting you know that he's joking - maybe not but honestly you don't mind!

You sighed then smiled, "that's it?"

"Well you do owe me a date, miss."

You removed yourself away from him and stood up, "is that so? You gotta call me SUGAR MOMMY first!", you teased him.

"Stop! Come back here!", Harry made a grabby hands at you while jutting out his lips.

"Okay, just tell me when and where!", after that words came out of your mouth, Harry quickly went to where you're standing and kissed you for a few seconds before carrying you to your bedroom where you spent the rest of the day kissing and laughing and planning for your first date. Making a mental note to buy those Cheetos to bring along to your date.

Your headache long gone and the both of you not feeling any hunger as long as you got each others lips. For the first time in months, you felt really happy, now you wouldn't be jealous of Harry being with other people, and him to you but the thought of putting your friendship with him at risk scares you to death but with him beside you, you knew that it'll all work out in the end.

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MIRACLES HAPPEN

DAY ONE: TANGERINE

A/N: Y’ALL! I WAS DUPED! @teakturn puts out a 25 Days of Christmas every year and my dumbass said I would do it too. But I decided to add a little diversity to the culture and we’re doing a Chrismukkah adventure this year on this blog! This is picking up after this request that I got earlier this year. None of this shit is proofread because I am literally just writing by the seat of my pants so read at your own discretion. I will probably end up rewriting this entire mini series in the future. But enjoy it now. If you wanna be tagged, lmk! Also, I know that in In Sight I said there was a cure for COVID. Swap that out for a vaccine y’all. Viruses can’t be cured.

Word Count: 2300

DAY ONE: TANGERINE

December 18, 2022

“Baby you ready?!” Tre called into the house as reached into the basket on his way to the garage. He came up empty handed for the keys to his Lexus. Opening the door to the garage, he saw Sol sitting in the passenger seat of the running car.

Tre walked over to his baby as Sol smirked at him.

“You late again,” she said.

“I’m never late,” Tre said opening the door and climbing in, “You just early as always,” he shot back as he put the car in reverse. Sol playfully rolled her eyes. After two years of being together, this was always their running joke. The first time they’d met, she’d been pacing back and forth awaiting his arrival. Even after finding their own groove, she still found herself being the one waiting for him- but, he always made it worth it so it was hard for her to complain.

Tre pulled out of the driveway and clicked the remote to shut the door. Out of instinct, his hand went to Sol’s thigh when he put it in drive. “Did you grab my yarmulke?” Tre asked as he threw her a glance.

“Please don’t insult me. This ain’t my first feast Nemo.” the indignant manner which she spoke had her and Tre struggling to keep in their bouts of laughter. “Yes, baby. They’re in the backseat.”

“Good. Good. What’s the other name for them again?” Tre asked as he merged onto the nearly empty highway. A five a.m call time could be a blessing and a curse.

“Kippah” is the Hebrew word for the male cap and “kippot” is the Hebrew word for the female cap.” Sol answered on autopilot as she mused on their situation. She was still taken aback that they’d been contacted by Black Juice to begin with. She’d been following them ever since they’d done that feature with Drake talking about how his own Jewish faith influenced his career path. Although she wasn’t as active in her Jewish faith as she’d wished she’d been in recent years it was still a huge victory to be acknowledged by the leading Black Jewish media network. Okay so maybe they were the only Black Jewish media network. But that definitely meant they were in the lead! She wasn’t stupid to think that this kind of opportunity would have come without Trevante in her life. But, she wasn’t gonna knock it either.

This 8 Days of Miracles was the perfect task she needed as she figured out what the next step was for her career. Now that she’d finally finished her academic portion of her career she wasn’t sure how to proceed. So throwing herself into this project and hosting both her family and Tre’s for the holidays was the best distraction she could ask for. This time always gave her hope and made her realize that any kind of bullshit she’d put up with wasn’t in vain. It was her annual reset. New Year’s be damned. It also made her feel closer to her father and there wasn’t anyone in this world she’d loved more. At least that’s what she’d thought. She felt pressure on her thigh from the number one contender for her heart as Tre gave her a slight squeeze.

“What’s on ya mind Sunshine?” Sol looked down at his hand and couldn’t help but cheese. She still beamed every time he called her by that nickname.

“I was thinking about my dad and how proud he’d be to see me reppin his faith,” Sol said absentmindedly touching her necklace. Tre listened attentively as he grazed his thumb against her thigh in a gentle motion. “ I mean, I don’t know if he could have known that all of the years he instilled in us the value of miracles when we were children we’d still be celebrating Hanukkah after he was gone.”

“I’m sure he didn’t know.” Tre started out slowly. He honestly wasn’t even sure if she’d finished her thoughts, “But, he probably hoped you would.” The phone rang as they turned off the street and into the lot. “STEPH 👷🏿‍♀️💪🏿” flashed across the Caller ID on his dashboard. Tre clicked the answer button on his steering wheel as Sol handed him his badge to show to Nico, the Security Attendant.

“We’re at Security Steph,” Tre answered as he nodded at Nico.

“Okay good. I just wanted to make sure we were starting the day off on time.” Tre and Sol shared a glance.

“Woman don’t start with me. Call time is 5 and it’s 4:39. We don’t play that late shit over here and you know it.

“Well, I also grabbed your favorite donuts from Craft Services so no one else would steal them and I wanted to know how long I had to hoard them for your ungrateful self. I can put them back if you’d like sir,”

“Steph. You can ignore Tre.” Sol chimed in. “We appreciate you and will be walking in the door in exactly 2 minutes. Tre is parking as we speak. We’ll see you soon.”

“Tre, you lucky you have her. Keep her if you want to keep the best managent in town. Bye y’all!!” Steph sang as she hung up. Sol let out a cackle because Steph refused to be referred as anything other than a managent as Tre stood there dumbfounded at how he was being left out to dry. But he knew better than to go against two black women before he’d even finished his morning coffee. He just hopped out the whip and opened Sol’s door so she could do the same.

Once they’d gotten their morsels of food, gone through hair and makeup and snapped a few photos for Black Juice and their own social media accounts, they were back on the road headed deeper into LA. They had a cameraman in the backseat filming their every move, one car guided them to their location and another followed them as they maneuvered through the cars that were poppin up for their morning commutes. Sol was on her IG live and answering any questions that popped up about where they were headed and her Hanukkah festivities. She watched as the number quickly jumped from 5,000 viewers to 13,000 and counting. She wasn’t sure what this many people were doing up at this hour but she wasn’t complaining. Tre’s mama was of course one of them. He was a mama’s boy through and through and she was always there to support him at any opportunity she could. Sol made sure to greet her specifically. Tre bopped his head to some Jill Scott- being careful not to let his yarmulke fall. Sol sipped some hot cocoa from her thermos and sang off key with him. As soon as they turned on a residential street, she felt awash in a new warmth that the hot chocolate couldn’t touch. She shook Tre’s arm enthusiastically.

“It’s time!!” she beamed, “Are you ready?!” Tre chuckled at her immediate change in attitude. The car in front was already parked and the camera crew was out on the sidewalk.

“Yes Sol. I’m ready to spread some holiday cheer. Let’s go make somebody’s day he said. Before Tre could even put the car in park, she was reaching for the handle”

“AHT AHT AHT” Tre barked out loud causing the cameraman man in the backseat to jump,“ Tre was already exiting the driver’s side and pointed his finger at her as he crossed in front of the car “Don’t even try it.” Sol rolled her eyes and pouted as she waited the few seconds for him to open her door.

“Thanks Tre,” she stuck out her tongue. She was like a kid in a candy store and was ready to full out sprint to the front door. The IG live comments were flying.

Okay Daddy Tre! I need a mans to talk to me like that. 🥵🥵

Did this man just bark at her? 🐶

Loook so long as he handles this backdoor he can open any other door that he pleases sis!

Y’all females is wylin as usual.

Sol glanced at them. “Imma need y’all to stay out of grown folks’ business and just enjoy this holiday work we are puttin in okay” She handed her phone to another crew member and grabbed Tre’s hand to drag him to the front door.

She pushed the button for the doorbell but no sound rang out. Tre gave three succinct raps on the door and heard someone rushing down the stairs. The door was flung open by a woman in black slacks and a blinding blue polo emblazoned with a nametag that ironically labeled this young woman as “Tangerine”. She couldn’t be more than 25 years old and the toddler saddled on her hip only added to her youthful appearance.

“Hi Tangerine,” Tre began, “My name’s Trevante and this is Sol,” he gestured to Sol at his side.

“Hi?” Tangerine answered confused at this couple and the cameras that followed them.

“We’re here today with Black Juice, a local Black organization that highlights the experience of the Black Jewish community and we’re doing 8 Days of Miracles,”

“Okay..” Tangerine said not sounding any less confused. “ I’m not Jewish.” Sol took over as she could tell that Tre’s efforts weren’t getting them anywhere.

“We’re here because your friend Kira sent in a letter telling us about how great of a mother you are. She said that you’ve been working two jobs here to support you and your daughter.” At this, Sol smiled at the baby, “She told us that the second job you have is for daycare expenses alone. We wanted to come out here today and let you know that we see what you do and how hard you go to make sure you give your daughter the best. So, we wanted to help you out and give you this. “ Tre gave her the envelope he had in his hand. It read “Day 1: Tangerine”

Tangerine took the envelope as Tre explained. “We’ve paid for your daughter’s child care for the next two years so you can give yourself a break.” She opened the envelope to see the receipt from Tiny Tots Kindercare and didn’t even know what to do.

“I don’t know what to say.” She paused for a moment as what this truly meant registered in her mind. “I can quit this job and actually spend more time with my baby and focus on my candles.”

“Your candles?” Sol asked.

“Yeah. I make candles by hand. I took a few classes and have played with a few scents. Some friends have asked me to make them some and I’ve been waitin to be a little more secure with my money before I start at it.” she answered exhaling deeply.

“Do you have any candles right now?” Tre asked peeking a little further in her apartment. Sol slapped his arm.

“Could you be any nosier?” she chastised with love.

“Yeah I have some. Do you mind holding Layla?” she asked but she practically threw the child into Sol’s arms as she ran to grab her stash of candles. Sol put on her sweetest voice and spoke to Layla about how old she was and if she liked her friends at daycare. When her mom came back Sol could see the sheer joy that she had when showing off her handiwork.

Tangerine went through all six of her candles and their various scents with them and by the end Tre had bought each one. She was floored and couldn’t do anything but cry at the way her morning was turning around. It wasn’t even 7:30 and she’d already gotten 2 years of childcare, a reason to quit her grocery store job and someone who actually wanted to buy her candles.

Before they left, Tre made her promise to hit him up when her site and IG were live so he could get more candles and share it with all of his friends. Sol returned Layla to her mother saying her goodbyes and grabbed Tre’s hand to head back to car. She leaned on his shoulder and he could see the contentment in her eyes. Sol almost forgot her phone before a crewmember handed it back.

She came back to the IG Live trying not to get too emotional. “Look at that y’all! Day one of Hanukkah is off to a start and we’ve already proved that miracles happen! Y’all better stay tuned in over the next week so you can see who we pop in on next. You never know if it could be you! Thanks to Black Juice for giving us this opportunity to turn someone’s ordinary day into something smile about. Y’all betta check them out so you can see the full footage of what we’ve got goin on! Bye y’all!

“Bye y’all!” Tre called out. They answered a few more questions with Black Juice, said their goodbyes and climbed back into their car.

“Can we go back to bed now?” Tre asked as he pulled back onto the main road and his hand founds Sol’s thigh again. Sol laughed.

“I mean if that’s what you prefer we can. I had some other things in mind.” she suggested.

Tre raised his eyebrow. “I swear you see one baby and you always go 0 to 100”

“Look, I just believe in practicing all aspects of having a child! Even the making part.”

Tre threw his head back laughing. “I’m wit it babygirl”

DING!

“That’s me” Sol said. She looked at her phone screen. A text from “Mama Rhodes” popped up. She’d sent some Pinterest looking bible verse again.

This was the third one this week. It dampened her mood immediately and caused her to groan. The text read:

Seeing you with that little girl made me so happy for the good Christian grandbabies that you and Tre will be blessing me with in the future. I thank Jesus for the miracle of you and my baby everyday XO.

“Tre, I got another one from your mom. When are you gonna talk to her?”

Tre sighed. “I promise. I’ll talk to her soon and it will definitely be before your Chrismukkah Extravaganza. Don’t sweat it baby.”

Sol did her best not to think about how pushy his mother was being about this raising Christan grandbabies nonsense ever since they announced they’d be partnering with Black Juice. All she could do is trust Tre and do what she was best at: wait.

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#trevante rhodes #trevante rhodes fanfiction #trevante rhodes x oc #shaekingspeaks #25 days of christmas challenge #25 days of christmas #im going to bed now #chrismukkah #hanukkah #I WILL DO SETH COHEN PROUD #okay bye

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Christmas Party Panic

Christmas/Holiday present and general OC fun for @brainyxbat and @spyrkle4 and @barely-nok read to find out which BH6 character or OC says the f-word.

Seth stretched, their back tingling and aching as they pulled a lush, soft Christmas sweater over their chest, where the scars of surgery had primarily healed, and their back, where the scars were still a little raw.

“Good morning my king,” Morgan mumbled, sleepily reaching for her tube of toothpaste and almost putting lotion on her toothbrush instead. Seth gently corrected her, far more used to being awake early in the morning than their drowsy girlfriend.

“Morning, sugar,” Seth smirked, “Are you excited for the party?”

“For the… That’s today?” Morgan still didn’t understand how she’d been invited to this party. By all accounts, it didn’t make sense. Things between her and Hiro were tolerant, maybe even a tad protective, but not exactly warm. Wasabi and Fred kind of liked her, but all of them liked Seth and Seth loved Morgan, so Morgan made it to the guestlist for The Lucky Cat Cafe Christmas party.

The guestlist was actually getting pretty long. That was Ari’s fault. If it were up to Hiro, it would just be Big Hero 6, Ari, and Megan. Fred had insisted on inviting Seth which had landed Morgan on the guestlist as well, but Ari was the one throwing around invites to anyone who smiled at her. Which included all of the Ferns, Sienna, Rachel and her folks, and now some random coffee patron.

"You can't add strangers to the guestlist, Ariel.”

“Doesn’t seem like she’s a stranger to me,” Ari smirked, jerking her head towards Wasabi, who was nervously stumbling over his words and rubbing his neck as he talked to a short girl with green streaks in her hair.

“Look at him,” Ari gigled, “he’s smitten. You’ve got to let him invite Venus. They’re so cute together. You got to invite Megan.” Hiro blushed at the mention of Megan.

“That’s different. And isn’t he already inviting someone?”

“No, that’s different, Khary is his brother. You’re inviting me.”

“You’re not invited, you live here. Khary doesn’t live here. He’s cool though, and I know him, so it’s okay. I don’t know Venus. Too many people are coming to this party.” Hiro ran his fingers through his hair, seeming a little irritated and not very festive. Ari knew that this was difficult for him, his first Christmas without Tadashi. She’d hoped surrounding him with friends, old and new, would help him, but he just seemed uncomfortable.

Ari placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, “What’s wrong?”

“Last year it was just different. I’m glad that you’re here, you’re the best change that ever could’ve happened. But last year… And Morgan…”

Ari frowed. She hadn’t been around Morgan much but she liked her. Morgan was confusing and intriguing and always seemed like she was down for a good though slightly illegal time. Rachel had met her once and quietly commented that Morgan reminded her of Katie, if Katie was human and nice.

“What about Morgan?” Hiro didn’t seem to like Morgan much, though Ari had never really understood why, until Hiro answered her.

“Morgan was Tadashi’s girlfriend. Now she’s what? Turned around and found somebody new?”

“Seth is really cool, you shouldn’t be upset at them.”

“I’m not upset at them! I don’t care about them. I’m upset that Morgan moved on so fast.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t easy for her, Hiro. But maybe talking to her today will help.”

Hiro was about to disagree when Wasabi came over, grinning like a fool.

“I got Venus's number! And she’s coming to the party.” Wasabi did a quick little happy dance.

“Congrats,” Hiro muttered, disappearing upstairs.

“Is he okay?” Wasabi asked.

Ari bit her lip, wondering how much she should explain.

“He’s just nervous about the party,” she finally managed.

“Ah. Well, me too, actually. I should, uh, I should go home and change…” The fact that this was kind of a date with the cute Botany Major had just occurred to Wasabi, and his face morphed into a panic.

“I’m looking forward to meeting your brother!” Ari called before Wasabi could run out of the cafe.

Wasabi hesitated, “What?”

“Didn’t you invite Khary?”

His eyes widened, “I forgot my whole brother.” Ari stifled a laugh. She knew as well as anyone that love could make you do boarderline stupid things.

"Well, don't forget him before the party."

"I won't," Wasabi promised, heading out.

Unlike her brother, Ari was excited about having so many people around for Christmas. While she loved Aunt Cass and Hiro, she knew her family was much larger than just them. It included all the wonderful people who had come into her life this past year. She wished Juniper could be on the guestlist, and that Karmi could be more than an unanswered invitation. She missed her dear friends and hadn't stopped worrying about either since the mutations, which had hit everyone pretty hard. They deserved a nice Christmas after everything that had happened. She just hoped Hiro would be a little more in the Holiday spirit later.

Hiro wasn't the only reluctant party guest. Actually, it seemed like reluctance was infectious. Morgan hadn't started feeling merry and Wasabi's last minute invite couldn't even leave her bedroom, too nervous and indecisive.

"Sweetheart," Malia Woods said, putting a hand on Venus' shoulder, "you look wonderful. This Wesley fellow will be lucky to be your date tonight."

"Are you sure?" Venus spun in her Santa dress, looking like a million bucks, and her mom laughed.

"Yes, Cath, he's going to swoon when he sees you."

"Jack was making fun of me earlier," Venus frowned. She really did hate her older brother and his cruel jokes.

"Jack has been reprimanded. And he's out with friends tonight anyway, you have nothing to worry about. Come on, honey. Let's get you to your party."

Venus nodded, taking a deep breath, mustering her confidence, and putting on a Santa hat.

"Let's go."

"Come on, Morgan, let's go! We need to leave now if we want to run errands before the party." Seth was many things but late was rarely one of them.

"Hold onto your horses, babe. It's not easy looking this perfect."

"It's not that hard, I do it all the time," Seth retorted, setting down three tins of decorated cookies and crossing their arms.

Morgan laughed, "I can't argue with you there…" Finally she emerged, makeup flawless, wearing a sweater that matched Seth's. Seth's was green and said "All I Want for Christmas is You," with an arrow pointing at Morgan. Morgan's was red and said the same, with an arrow pointing at Seth. As tempting as it had been to buy even dumber couple's sweaters, they'd settled on something sweet that would still nauseate their friends and family.

"We look great," Seth said, grabbing the cookie tins.

"We're missing something, hold on." Morgan produced two pairs of reindeer antler headbands and plopped one down on Seth's head, before putting on her own.

"Perfect," Seth agreed, though they knew it was cheesy.

They were not half as cheesy as Sadie’s boyfriends, who opened the door to their apartment donned in a two person Christmas sweater that declared that Bennet was the naughty one and Dalton was the nice one.

“Oh my gosh,” Morgan snickered.

“Are you guys okay? Dalton? Bennet? Is this a punishment? Blink twice if my sister is holding you hostage.”

Dalton jerked his head at his slightly shorter boyfriend, “It was his idea.”

Seth’s mouth formed an O, “Bennet, I thought you were the sensible one.”

Bennet smirked, “This is great. Dalton has to hug me the entire time we’re wearing this.” While Bennet tended to gravitate more toward giving gifts and Dalton was more centered around acts of service it was obvious that one of Bennet’s love languages was physical touch.

“I’m touching his butt,” Dalton said with a shrug and a sly smile.

“Is Sadie here?”

“Yeah, but she’s being a real Grinch,” Bennet said, loud enough for Sadie to overhear.

“You guys left me out of the Christmas sweater,” Sadie said, coming over.

“Sorry,” Dalton said sheepishly.

Sadie smiled, “I’m not mad at you, goof. What’s up, Seth, Morgan? You guys look adorable.”

“Thanks. We brought you cookies! We have one more delivery to make before we go to this Christmas party later, so we can’t stay, but I’m really glad we got to see you!” Morgan seemed a bit more cheerful, but she was still nervous about the party.

“I’m glad I got to see this,” Seth said, gesturing at Dalton and Bennet.

“Have fun at your party, I’m sure these cookies will be great,” Sadie said, taking the tin.

“Did Morgan make them?” Bennet asked, a bit skeptical.

“No, don’t worry,” Seth laughed.

“Hey, I can bake!”

“Mm, sure you can, sugar.” Seth kissed Morgan’s cheek, having to tiptoe per usual, though not as much since the incident.

“I know you have to leave but you’ll have to join us for hot chocolate and S’mores sometime after Christmas. Dalton makes the best,” Sadie said.

“We’ll hold you to it.” They had one more couple to visit before they headed to the party, which was already getting started.

“Ari, this is my little brother Khary. Hiro, I guess you two probably remember each other?”

“Yeah, what’s up, man?” Hiro and Khary exchanged a fist bump and Khary shook Ari’s hand.

“Just vibing,” Khary laughed, “It’s nice to meet you, Ari.”

“Nice to meet you too. Wasabi talks about you all the time."

"Wasabi?"

"Oh that's their nickname for me. You can use it too, Khare."

"Cool. It's uh, it's nice to know you have friends who care enough to give you nicknames." Wasabi smiled a moment but it was clear he was distracted, watching the door, waiting for his crush. The door opened and Wasabi held his breath, but it was just Megan and Chief Cruz.

"Hey, I know you, you go to my school!" Megan said, coming over and striking up a conversation with Ari, Hiro, and Khary.

"Yeah? I think I might've seen you around… I'm Khary."

"Megan. You were in Mary Poppins, right? I wrote about your performance for the school paper."

"Oh, cool!" Wasabi was obviously overjoyed that his baby brother was getting along with the others, but he was more concerned about his date. What if she decided not to come? What if she thought all this was too much? But, sure enough, Catherine "Venus" Woods made her grand entrance, instantly taking Wasabi's breath away.

"You look amazing, Venus. I'm so glad you came."

Venus instantly blushed, "You look nice too, Wesley."

"Oh, uh, you can call me Wasabi, all my friends do."

She nodded and made a note of it, "I really like your sweater."”

“Oh, really? I made it.”

“You made that? Whoa. You’re so talented.”

“You’re pretty talented yourself,” Wasabi commented, “I’ve seen the project that got you into SFIT. That’s crazy cool.”

Venus instinctively pushed her hair in front of her face, nervous and blushing.

“T-thank you.” Khary nudged Wasabi’s leg with his foot and Wasabi remembered that he and Venus weren’t the only two people in the universe.

“Venus, this is my little brother Khary.” Wasabi affectionately grabbed the teen by his shoulders.

“Oh,” Venus smiled, “Nice to meet you!”

“And these are my friends Ari, Hiro, and Megan. Ari and Hiro’s aunt owns the cafe”

“You work here sometimes, don’t you, Wasabi?” Venus asked, since he was the whole reason she’d become a regular here.

“Yeah, it’s been my part time job since high school.” He frowned, momentarily, thinking about Tadashi who had gotten him this job and more importantly had gotten him to this point in his life. This Christmas would be hard. He glanced at Hiro, noticing for the first time that all these changes, all these new people that Tadashi hadn’t known were really shaking the kid.

“We’re late,” Morgan said, her leg jittering in the passengers’ seat, “maybe we shouldn’t go. Maybe we should just drop off the cookies with Kei and skip the party.”

“We’re gonna drop off these cookies and at least make an appearance at the party. Fred asked me to come, and I’m sure everyone is going to be glad to see you.”

“Sure,” Morgan rolled her eyes.

“Hey, our friends love you.”

“Your friends,” Morgan reminded, “you’re the one everyone likes.”

“That’s not true. Hiro’s little sister likes you.”

“Oh, yeah, well she’s different. She’s cool. Have you seen what she can do with the…” Morgan mimicked water bending, and Seth laughed.

“Not sure if I have. Haven’t exactly been on the anti-hero scene as long as you, babe.” Seth kept Morgan talking, distracted from her concerns about the party until they pulled up at their second stop.

“Kei’s gonna love these,” Morgan said cheerfully, still over the moon that she had met and befriended her favorite performer.

“We did good,” Seth agreed. Seth loved that Morgan had gotten to meet her idol but DJ Parasite had become so much more than music they drank to, Kei had sort of become like a mom to Seth. A really weird, young, cool mom.

Morgan knocked on the door to Kei’s apartment.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, hold on!” Kei yelled across the apartment, and there was a crashing sound before the door was unlocked.

“Oh my gosh,” Kei said, eying the sweaters, “you two look adorable. I didn’t think I could ship this more but I do.”

Seth laughed, “Thank you.”

“Mr. Claus won’t match with me, but, ugh, I’m loving this.” Kei drew Morgan and Seth into a hug without warning, pulling them slightly into the apartment.

“We made and decorated cookies,” Morgan said, holding up the tin.

“Oh! Thank you! I think I have your presents ready, hold on.” Morgan and Seth stood there, waiting, as Kei disappeared, yelling down the hallway, “BABE! DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE GIFTS FOR THE KIDS ARE?”

Seth couldn’t help chuckling at the response, “They’re under the Christmas tree, dumbass.”

“Right, obviously.” Kei dashed over to the tree and came back with two matching gift bags.

“It’s simple but if you don’t like it tell me, or, well just I’ll probably end up getting you something else as well so that’s a placeholder for now.”

“Do you want us to open it now?” Seth asked, taking the bag addressed to them.

“No, I don’t wanna see your faces if you’re disappointed in them.”

“I’m sure we’re going to love them, Kei,” Morgan assured.

“Hope so. Oh! Before you leave, look up!” Seth and Morgan looked up in unison, a blush tinting both of their faces when they saw the mistletoe over the door. Seth glanced at Morgan who nodded and leaned down for a quick but sweet kiss.

"See? Moth uses the mistletoe!" Kei shouted down the hall to her husband.

"I don't need a parasite plant to kiss my parasite wife!"

"Well, we'll let you get to kissing," Morgan snorted, "we have places to be anyway."

"So are you excited for the party now?" Seth asked as they walked back to the car, pulling out the bit of tissue paper in the bag and revealing a lovely little bird ornament with soft fake feathers, "Oh, this is cute! What did you get?"

Morgan opened her own bird ornament, which was made out of gears and other steampunk parts. Morgan giggled, "Kei is nutso. These are going on our tree immediately."

"Are you excited about the party?" Seth asked again, for the third time today, actually.

The rest of this story will be in the fucking reblog I guess

#big hero 6 the series #stardust angel #ariel rosemary #venus woods #kei tanaka #morgan lynch #seth drake

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The Slippery Slope: An Izzy Stradlin FANFICTION

Chapter 2: It Was Nice While It Lasted

Chapter 1

Story Summary: 6 part min series about Izzy meeting a biologist at a zoo

Chapter Summary: A date in a fancy restaurant

Poppy sat in her car attempting to calm herself down.

Why was she so nervous?

She wasn’t this nervous when she took any of her exams back in college.

This was just a dat. That’s all it was. Just a silly date! Middle schoolers go one dates, so they couldn’t be that bad...right?

She quickly adjusted her rear view mirror, checking over her appearance.

She looked over her makeup one last time, makeup that took way too long to put on. She felt like she was in middle school again as she went to war with the eyeliner and mascara trying to get it to look right. One of the millions of perks of working at the zoo was that it wasn’t uncommon to go swimming which meant no makeup.

Izzy placed the flowers on the white cloth covered table in the restaurant he chose. He couldn’t remember the last time he worse a suit, and he couldn’t wait to take it off. The flowers were identical to the poppies he had given her earlier today when he asked her out at work. He loved the smile that grew on her face when he handed them to her, and he hoped to see it again.

He second guessed himself the entire time he wandered around the aquatics area looking for Poppy that morning to ask her out.

What if he misread her yesterday?

What if she wasn’t flirting with him?

What if she was just being nice?

He chastised himself for potentially thinking that every girl who talked to him wanted to fuck or date him.

He wasn’t a rockstar anymore, and he wondered if Poppy would even be interested in the old him. He shook his head, erasing the thoughts that haunted him. It didn’t matter what Izzy from Guns N’ Roses did or didn’t do. Poppy had no idea that was him, she only knew him as ‘sweet Izzy’ as she called him last night.

After searching for what felt like an eternity, he found her standing next to a penguin talking to a crowd of kids about where penguins come from or what they eat.

Izzy watched as her cheeks went redder the moment their eyes locked. It was cute. Izzy made sure to lean up against the back wall as he watched her continue on with her class. She was a natural with dealing with kids. Izzy knew he wouldn’t last two minutes with the little kids.

“Can everyone thank Dr Poppy for introducing us to her penguin friends?” The tour guide said to the group of children who quickly sent several thank yous towards Poppy. The smile she wore was radiant as she smiled back and thanked them.

Once the children left, Poppy immediately headed over towards Izzy.

“Hey,” he said once she was within earshot.

“Hey Pops,” Poppy giggled at the nickname that Izzy gave her.

“Don’t call me that, you make me sound like an old man,” Poppy teased back.

“Ohh come on babe, it’s cute,” Poppy lost her breath when Izzy wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in closer.

“Fine...how about Marry Poppins,” Izzy’s laughter filled the room as Poppy playfully shoved Izzy.

“Do I look like Marry Poppins?”

“Well you have the penguins!” Izzy pointed towards the penguins that were now back in their home. Izzy smiled as Poppy’s laughter filled the room around them.

“So what brings you back to the zoo? Last we talked you were going to call tonight,” Poppy eyed the flowers that Izzy held as he spoke.

“Well, I decided that I couldn’t wait any longer. Turns out I don’t have a lot of patience,” he handed her the poppies and watched her smile grow larger and larger by the second.

“Patience to do what?” Poppy had a good guess at what he was getting at. She pushed all thoughts of him asking her out to the back of her mind. She was just thinking like a foolish child.

“Patience to ask you out,” Poppy swore her heart stopped.

Izzy also swore that his heart stopped the moment he saw her walk into the restaurant. Her red hair cascaded over her golden dress the shined under the lights the illuminated the restaurant. Gorgeous was an understatement. While Izzy would agree that she did look cute in her lab coat, he would also say that she looked drop dead gorgeous in her little golden dress. He raised his hand to help get her attention, and she sent a warm smile towards him.

“This place is gorgeous!” Poppy said the moment she sat down.

“Not as gorgeous as you,” Izzy’s words earned a giggle from Poppy.

“I figured you to be a corny guy....but I didn’t think you were that corny,” Poppy teased.

“Ohh and I thought I was being so original with bringing you poppies,” Izzy could have said anything and Poppy would have blushed.

Truth was, he was the first guy to bring her poppies. He was actually the first guy to ever bring her flower. He was also the first guy to ask her out.

“Have you ever eaten here before?” Izzy asked as he looked over the menu.

“No....I’m gonna be honest....I haven’t had half of the stuff on this menu. The college diet usually includes more Ramen and fast food than fine dining,” Poppy’s eyes were glued for the menu.

“What the hell is Toscana?” Poppy wanted to dramatically throw her menu in the air as a joke, but she knew that now wasn’t the time nor the place. Little did she know that Izzy had done far worse than throw a menu in a crowded fancy restaurant.

When she looked around, she got a good look at the restaurants clientele. Poppy and Izzy were the youngest patrons there by at least 20 years. She could feel eyes on her every time she picked up her water to take a quick sip while talking to Izzy about how her day was.

At first Izzy was going to order the calamari, but he quickly changed his mind. He didn’t know how often she worked with squids, but he didn’t want to upset her by eating one in front of her.

“I’m thinking I’m going to try the Gnocchi alla Pesto...sounds good!” Poppy sent a warm smile toward Izzy who returned it right back to her. Truth was that Izzy had already offered to pay, and she agreed before looking at the menu prices. She couldn’t remember seeing a menu this pricey before. Honestly $18 for gnocchi seemed expensive, but it was the cheapest option on the menus that had a description and sounded edible.

“Well I’m going to try the penguin pasta,” Izzy laughed at Poppy’s auditable gasp that captivated some of the tables around them.

Poppy’s shock quickly turned into a playful smile after the realization that Izzy was joking had hit her.

“Ohh my god Izzy! You better be careful because I ALMOST believed you for a second,” Poppy harshly whispered back. Izzy laughed at Poppy’s playful tone that matched the smirk on her lips.

Dinner flew by for the pair as they chatted away about everything and anything. Poppy was surprised at how much Izzy was talking. She pegged him for the shy type, but he slowly talked more and more as the night progressed.

The night prior, she asked him what he did for a living, but he simply responded that he wrote music. She tried asking follow up questions, but he would quickly change the topic. It was clear he didn’t want to talk about it, so she decided that maybe the next time she saw him they would talk about it. Tonight she once again shyed away from asking. She figured that work was stressful and he didn’t want to talk about it.

“I take it that you enjoyed your gnocchi?” Izzy pointed towards her now empty bowl.

“Yeah, it was really good” Poppy patted her stomach as she spoke. She felt silly and animated about the action, but she was nervous and it made Izzy giggle.

“Did you enjoy your dinner Mr. Stradlin?” Their attention quickly changed from each other to the bus boy who was collecting their dirty plates.

“Stradlin...now that a silly last name,” Izzy froze as Poppy giggled at her comment.

“Well I guess that is one of the perks of being a rockstar...you get to chose whatever name you want. Plus it’s not the weirdest name, he has a bandmate named Duff and another named Axl,” Izzy’s jaw clenched as the bus boy spoke. He watched as realization filled Poppy‘s features. At least it was nice while it lasted.

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