#KISSING GIVES ME THE ICK SO BADLY.
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idk if its the romance repulsion, or just the normal teenage disgust over couples(my parents) but i literally am so grossed out by kissing. like EW??? its my ick. i get so uncomfortable when people kiss. im so grossed out by the sound, the implication, the germs being passed around GAG. A MILLION TIMES GAG.
#just my silly thoughts#kissing makes me feel nauseous#i honestly cant do kissing#i honestly dont even like kissing my partner when im in a relationship#it freaks me out#i kiss friends *sometimes*#but its only one person and i rarely kiss them#KISSING GIVES ME THE ICK SO BADLY.#IDK IF ITS THE AROMANTICISM OR THE GERMAPHOBIA
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Enemies to Lovers with... Joker aka Ren Amamiya!!
A/n: I wrote this at 6 AM yall
Contains: MASSIVE spoilers, ew Kamoshida, Shido's a shit, Reader being dense ANNND a simp
GN! Reader (Referred as "You" later "They/them")
-You're confused.
-When they gossiped about the new kid and referred him as "Punk kid" you imagine him being more scarier only you've met a timid dude with a criminal record, you like the rest would've get intimidated and stay away from him.
-Not to mention, Kamoshida gives you an ick especially what he did to girls
-Everytime Ren tries to approach you, you either flinched or ran away because you're worried that he'll rat you out to Kamoshida.
-After Kamoshida's heart changed, you're also 100% confused about Kamoshida so you'd think that it has to be a joke that there's no way someone is capable of changing hearts like admitting the crimes.
-The more Phantom Thieves have more members the more you're even more surprised (Although you secretly envies that you want to be part of them).
-You got this thinking, does Ren felt the same as you or...
-Nope, it's definitely one sided while you're scared of his reputation but he just teases the hell out of you.
-When he approaches only you squeaked which he finds it amusing.
-Of course, Ann will knock your sense out that Ren's more than the criminal
-"How am I supposed to know??" "He didn't do wrong!"
-You're also type of person who freaked out when Ren's gaze is so intense that your soul exits your body which also freaks out others about your shenanigans.
-But why's your heart beats so fast when it comes to him?
-Guess Ann's words struck on you.
-Ren will spend his time with you if you let him and show who he really is, so you accepted it bit reluctant. However you're shocked that he shows his different side to you, you're now convinced that he's innocent and Ann's influence cause you to become more opening to him.
-The more you spent your times with him, the more your heart beats so faster so bad that you want to kiss his grinning face but worries that he's not gonna like you back.
-But if you're in Metaverse, of course the dude will PROTECT you like a knight.
-Ironically Phantom Thieves adopt you and you're closest to Ann
-Of course you confess your confusing feelings to Ann that when you like his voice because it's soothing to hear unlike Morgana Crowds blocking their own thoughts then you wish that you want to help him so sooner if it weren't for Shido.
-Of course, Ann will help you out and now proud that you're accepting him as a person.
-Only you accidentally blunder that Ren is so pretty and looks handsome especially his grinning face to wipe it out to your other friend yk what's funnier
-He actually heard it.
-"I knew you like me so sooner." You notice a shadow towering you which makes your other friend nudging you out of "Way to go dude, you confessed your love to him" which you look at him with a biggest grin you've ever seen in your life.
"Damn it I thought I was sneaky!" Their face now have red dusting and their hands lightly balled fist, oh boy you're now redder than the usual.
-And yes, you two are now a thing because he stole your first kiss by kissing your lips (with consent ofc)
-You ended up defending him when someone threatens you about you dating a criminal.
-When you see him being badly beaten up, you're so worried that you want to punch someone in the face.
-Ever since Shido's now in bars, he's now freed man which you can't help but to cry in tears with happiness that your wishes.
#Ren Amamiya x Reader#I wrote it at 6 o clock#Akira Kurusu#Ren Amamiya#Persona 5 protagonist#phantom thieves#Phantom Thief#Persona 5 Joker x reader#X reader#Headcanons#Imagines#Light angst
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Just a Nightmare
Day 4 of the best boy's week and while I was planning for smut, my brain refused to cooperate. So we're having a bit of fluff with he ebst throuple and basically what I like to imagine as the true end whenever the rest of the books give me the ick. (Acotar is a stand alone, fight me!) Hope you like!
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Tamlin Week 2024- Day 4- Happily Ever After
Just a Nightmare
Tamlin woke up woth a gasp to the sound of lighting. The lights went on and it took him a moment to recognize the room. It wasn't torn apart and he wasn't alone. Lucien and Feyre slept at each of his sides.
"Tam? Are you okay?"
Lucien, his beloved Lucien was okay and here with him instead of running away from him after he lost his sanity and turned on the one man who he'd swore to never fail.
Feyre was slowly waking up, her hands weren't marred by black Night tattoos that drove his anxiety up and proved to be mating marks made by his worst enemy. Just what had happened?
"I...think so? I had a bad nightmare."
"You look pale. What did you dream about?"
What could he say? That he dreamt the pair left him for the Night Court and Feyre was mated to their worst enemy. That he dreamt he hurt them both so badly he was left alone here with ruble, vines, and wilted flowers? That he dreamt his dear wife was still marked but now in both arms rather than the one bargain they broke long ago, or that Lucien had been put through hell and he'd been unable to save him the pain?
Tamlin chose to convey all of that in just one sentence, one that also shared his biggest fear. "I dreamt I lost you."
Feyre and Lucien looked at eachother and then at him. "That's never going to happen. Tam, the court is rebuilt, we survived Amarantha, we survived Night and we are finally happy. Nothing will tear us away from you. We love you."
"Feyre is right. Whatever you saw...It was just a nightmare. We're here, and we love you more than anything."
That was all he needed to be at peace again.
"I love you too." He said sweetly.
Feyre kissed him, then Lucien, afterward the throuple settled back down into their bed, both Feyre and Lucien held onto him as they went back to sleep.
Just having their presence alone was enough to make him forget that awful nightmare. There was nothing to fear with his Court prospering and his beloveds by his side. With the sound of rain outside he soon fell back asleep, relishing in the happy end he never thought he'd have.
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🤍Domestic Changbin Drabble 🤍
- He is absolutely the type to fart under the blankets and then trap you under them while giggling like a maniac. (This doesn’t give me the ick somehow?)
- I feel like he’s a Winston type of prankster (New Girl fans, yk). Or the SpongeBob “you asked for three ice cubes and I only gave you one hehehe”
- Loudly announces “Honey I’m home!!!” Every time he enters the door if he knows you’re there bc he says it feels like you’re “actually married”
- Has SO SO SO many candid photos of you just like sitting watching tv or embarrassing ones of you about to take a bite of food that he keeps to himself for when he misses you so he can see the version of you that is only his.
- Fr the type to be like “we’re not going to bed until we’ve resolved this” after an argument
- The jealous type but tries not to show it. However, he’s extremely obvious and extremely adorable about it. Since he’s already normally clingy, it cranks up to 100 when he noticed someone checking you out.
- Likes when you do the dishes together because he enjoys the time spent together.
- Has the “you know what my card and my love for you have in common? No limit 💗” energy you can’t convince me otherwise. Dude is always buying you stuff even if you tell him not to.
- Always wants to watch a movie together but immediately falls asleep every single time.
- Every time he gets drunk he ends up calling you and crying about how badly he wants to marry you. It’s even funnier when you finally do get married and his drunken brain still can’t comprehend it.
- When you go pick his drunk ass up he’s always like “damn baby you’re so fine. can I have your number??” And then you gently remind him that you’re literally his partner and he fr goes 😱 and tells the guys excitedly as if they have never met you.
- We all know the way he cherishes gifts the guys give him, so you know anything you give him will be well loved and cared for. A necklace with your initial? Wearing it every single day. A beanie? Will never leave home without it. A photocard of yourself that you made and gave to him? In the back of his phone proudly on display for everyone to see.
seo changbin just give me one chance. an hour of your time. a kiss on the cheek. pls
#skz x reader#skz changbin x reader#skz Changbin fluff#skz fluff#skz drabbles#domestic!changbin#seo changbin#stray kids#skz stay#skz scenarios
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misha! i dunno if this floats your boat, buuut ... merman!ian putting mickey in this, how do we feel? i think it would make him feral if it manages to accentuate mickey getting bigger under his care, but idk maybe that's just me. hugs for you my friend thanksokaybye.
Nosho I love this!!
I don't know if you had something like this in mind but I'm imagining that Ian gifts Mickey that girdle early on when he arrives. Mickey's much slighter at first and even though he wants to wear it so badly because it's so nice - he's never owned something so nice before - it keeps slipping down to his hips plus he's always had enough of an ass so it won't just fall off. Ian just smiles, endeared, and shucks it off him at the end of the day, before unlacing his own.
Mickey probably doesn't notice that it starts fitting more snugly over time, but Ian does. Notices when it sits right where it should, now that Mickey's finally starting to fill out, and it makes him proud, he's never seen Mickey more radiant and it makes him happier by the day.
But he never realizes just how monstrously feral it would make him to see that belt creep up higher and higher to accommodate Mickey's belly and hips, needing to find a narrower place on him where it can fit around him and hug him like Ian is so desperate to do.
One morning Mickey isn't out yet like Ian expects him to be, so he goes to check on him. Mickey is huffy, and annoyed, and embarrassed because he can't get the belt on.
Ian's mouth goes dry, his jaw sets, he has so many emotions wrestling inside him. This is his Mickey, the beauty that he found, that was unappreciated, frightened, alone, and now look what he had blossomed into. Look at what Ian made him, filled him with, the evidence of his love and devotion clear on Mickey's body.
He'd corner Mickey in, try to tug the sides of the girdle together to lace, he'd feel Mickey's softness give underneath him, quivering. But when Mickey tries to suck in, make himself smaller, just for the piece of leatherwork to fit, Ian tosses it aside, and tells him to stop. To breathe, relax, his comfort and joy and will always come first.
He would absolutely worship Mickey's body, trailing hot, wet kisses down his chest, in the valley between his beautiful soft chest, topped with perfect little puffy pink peaks, pebbling under his thumbs. Down his low, soft belly, wider at the bottom. Hands moving down his sides to flaring, dippy hips. Mickey's body is a temple of joy and comfort and plenty, pale creamy while like marble and gives to his touch like eiderdown.
I picture Mickey apologizing for not being able to wear Ian's gift, but Ian just scoops him up into bed, filled with an animalistic desire. Mickey never needs to apologize, especially for this and needs Mickey to see that to understand that, to be able to associate pleasure and sensuality with his body.
Ian would love how Mickey's softness molds and accommodates to him, burying his face in Mickey's softest parts, inhaling him, devouring him.
Does any of this work? Haha
[I just suck because mers give me kind of an ick. I can't do that they don't have legs 😅😅, centaurs get me too because they have too many legs.]
#misha speaks#gallavich#chubby kink#chubby mickey milkovich#chaser ian gallagher#gallavich fantasy au
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it was destiny (5)
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5
words count: 9k
summary: milf reader finally opens up (confessions?)
pairing: dilf jungkook x milf reader
warnings: 18+, swearing, insecurity??, explicit sexual content (dirty talk, praising, stripping, spanking, possessiveness, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, protected passionate sex, dom jungkook??) if i missed anything sorry T—T
—> m.list
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By the time you had woken up the next morning, Jungkook had been long gone. And it’s not that he didn’t want to stay or that he felt uncomfortable. No, Jungkook felt the best he had felt in years. Jungkook did it for your sake. Because maybe it would be easier to wake up alone rather than wake up next to the person you’ve been sleeping with for months beside you. Plus, he thought about Jia. He wanted to be long gone before she woke. Of course, there was nothing he wanted more than to personally meet the precious human whom you brought to life, but Jungkook thought there would be a time and day for that. He felt one day it would be possible because anything felt possible around you. Things were simply complicated.
And of course, it was the first he had ever spent the night much less stepped a foot into your home and vice versa. You had dozed off on him here and there at the hotel, a couple of times after sex, but never actually once have you fallen asleep and he the same. He was always curious about what you looked like in such a calm state. Now he doesn’t have to imagine it becoming his reality. Without this sounding weird, he’s never been more fond of you.
However, leaving you at the crack of sunrise was not that easy. Especially when Jungkook woke up from his peaceful sleep with his arms wrapped around your sleeping figure. Your breathing was slow and steady. Your hair had covered half your face, Jungkook did his best to move it aside— still there was a slight stir in your sleep. Jungkook smiled admiring the sight, your lips had formed into a pouty frown. He was so badly tempted to steal a kiss. You looked so beautiful, you always did, he thought. Jungkook wished he could wake up to this view every single day.
Was he asking for too much?
Was he getting ahead of himself?
You woke up about 30 minutes after Jungkook decided to leave. Typically you didn’t wake up cold, but today you did. Losing his warmth after being kept warm within his arms all night really brought shivers down your spine. How could you miss someone you haven’t even had completely? You felt like a fool.
Tossing the sheets aside, you stood up to find a note posted on your nightstand, reminding you of last night's encounter. It was scary just how quickly you broke your own rules for Jungkook. It wasn't like you at all. You would have never done this for the average man. But Jungkook wasn’t the average man. He was so easy to give into though, he never asked much of you. Was this all too much?
Shaking the crucial thoughts away, you gave yourself a nice stretch before reading the post-it note.
Y/N, thank you for letting me spend the night, but also I’m sorry if I crossed any boundaries. I slept very comfortably. I hope I wasn’t a bother.
He could never be a bother though. Jungkook was just so nice to have around and that was scary.
I’m not really sure if you are a morning person (it’s okay, I’m not one either LOL) but I hope your day goes well. :)
You weren’t, but the reassurance and smiley face made up for it. You’ve never seen anyone use the term “LOL” besides text messages, but anything Jungkook did was too cute. You quickly realized there was nothing he could do that could give you an ick. He was going to drive you insane eventually.
Thank you once again.
Instead of pushing these feelings aside like you had been used to, your insides were screaming ‘come again’ and ‘you’re always welcomed here’. What the fuck was even going on?
P.S. You sleep so pretty. Is that weird? I suppose we have crossed many boundaries for things to be weird between us.
It’s not. But he was right, too many boundaries have been crossed. At some point, you stopped caring for them.
Enjoy your morning.
— JK
Before you could stop yourself, you picked up your phone dialing this so-called JK. There were three crucially long rings and then he picked up.
“Jungkook?” You call his name as if confirming it was him on the other side of the line and not some strange man.
“Y/N, hi.” Jungkook’s voice was sweet even over the speaker. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I just read your note.”
“Ahh.” Jungkook pauses, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Is something wrong?”
“Nope.’, you chew your lip nervously before you continue, ‘Actually, I was hoping I could see you soon?”
Jungkook checks his schedule though sure about his availability. “Yes.” He was always going to be available for you and even if he wasn’t, for some strange reason, he would make the time. It had gotten that bad for him. “Does lunchtime work well for you?”
“Actually, no. I have something I must do today. Can you meet tomorrow?”
“Yeah… yeah that works.” Jungkook sighs, secretly wishing it was tomorrow. “Does late night work for you? I have some work to get done.”
“Yeah, of course. That’s perfect actually.” Some silence carries. “Thank you.”
“For?” Jungkook asks.
“The note. You called me pretty.” You feel your cheeks tint pink saying the words aloud. Talking to Jungkook made you feel like you were back in middle school and he was your crush that everyone, including teachers, knew about. It was the kind of crush that friends would tease you about. Like everyone around you knows that the crush is mutual, but the actual people involved, that being— you and Jungkook. It was more than just a crush you were sure of that much, but dating doesn’t come easy for parents. There is so much to think about, so much to consider and that was a problem for another day.
Jungkook chuckles, pulling you out of your thoughts. You could imagine his smile (the same one that resembled one of a bunny) in your head. “Y/N, you always look pretty.” Jungkook's voice was gentle and quiet, but you could tell he was being so serious.
You scrunch your nose at the compliment, you weren’t always the best at accepting them. “Well, thank you anyways. You sleep pretty too.” It was one of the worst compliments you had ever given someone mostly because it sounded wrong being said aloud, nevertheless it was true. Everything was pretty about Jungkook.
“Impossible. Me pretty?” Jungkook snorts, completely arguing against the idea. “Those two words should never be used in the same sentence.”
You scoff defensively. “But you are. You are very pretty Jungkook. I have never seen anyone so pretty. There’s no way you don’t notice the way people look at you.”
“How do they look at me?” He asks in a lower tone, you picture his tauntingly stupid— but sexy grin. He totally knows how. People look at him like they want to eat him alive, the whole room stops and stares at him— he’s the kind of attractive nobody sees back home.
“I— I don't know. Everyone seems almost in love with you.” You stutter over your words. “Like they think you are pretty. That’s how.”
“Is that so?” Jungkook's smile grows. “Is that how you look at me?”
There was a sudden itch in your throat that caused you to cough like a very sick child. “Oh god. Um, yes— I mean no. I— I don’t know? I have to go now, thank you again.” You clear your throat.
“It’s my pleasure.” Jungkook replies so casually as if he is completely innocent. “See you tomorrow?”
You nod to yourself. “Mhm, have a nice day Jungkook.”
“You too, Y/N.”
You hang up the phone before he gets another word out. Your heartbeat was getting faster by the minute, it didn’t take much to get you going anymore. Jungkook could say or do anything and it was more than enough for you. You were weak for him and he had to have known that by now.
But of course, Jungkook thought the same about you. Both clueless, both just waiting for feelings to slip and possibly become a lot more than you were now.
Time would only tell.
That’s how things seem to work for parents. Time seems endless and short at the same time. Do you open up and risk losing a great lay, now a friend? Do you risk letting this so-called friend into your life— into your daughter’s life? It would be stupid right, after all he was nothing more than sex on a pair of legs. Wasn’t he?
But, what if he was exactly what you imagined him to be? What if he wasn’t?
Could you make it work?
Parents fear too many things, and for a very good reason. Though many people advise to lead with the heart, the heart doesn’t always lead you to the right choices. And those same choices could affect those who mean the most.
Jia was a very compassionate kid and you were sure she would understand you if you opened up about wanting to start dating (if you even ever got that far with Jungkook), but the whole situation was weird. After all, Jungkook was the father to her friend. She has never seen you with anyone much less another father. It would be very different, not only for her but for yourself. You didn’t know what to think anymore and it was weighing on you. The longer you were around Jungkook the more you were realizing your feelings were evolving, and very quickly.
That’s why you decided to meet with Namjoon. He was wise before anything else. Namjoon always had the answer to everything. Even when he didn’t, Namjoon didn’t rest until he did. He was that type of man. That is one thing you really enjoyed while being with him and still he gives the best advice— even after your separation. You figured now was the time to open up before things with Jungkook escalated any further. You owed that much to the man who helped create the beautiful daughter you’d been blessed with.
After dropping Jia off to school, you met Namjoon at a cafe he used to take you to when you both were both younger and deeply in love. The cafe maintained many beautiful memories. This same cafe is where he first took you after your first official date. Just the simple smell of freshly baked bread took you back to those sweet memories you shared.
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“Okay you can totally tell me the truth now and don't lie.” Namjoon placed his palm over his heart, dimples deepening as he smiled. “I promise, I can handle it.”
“About what?” You whispered, reciprocating his wide smile.
“Did you really enjoy your day with me? You don’t think I’m like a total loser now, do you?” Namjoon winced, expecting the worst. He was positive he talked your ear off, typically not the best scenario during first impressions. He liked you so much, he feared messing anything up so early, it was a bad habit of his. His longest relationship consisted of a long—short month, exactly thirty-two days. Namjoon was a great man, but terrible at picking up hints. Girls disliked that, but good thing you weren’t like most.
“Namjoon! I’m offended you would even think that. Of course not! I think it’s super cool you know so much about art. I was impressed to say the least. I don’t know much about it, however I really enjoyed today. I learned a lot because of you. Thank you.” You smiled sweetly, bumping into his shoulder playfully.
Immediate relief set over him. “Gosh, I’m so glad. I was starting to think I was losing you already.” He rubbed his heart as if it was aching.
“You couldn’t get rid of me that easily.” You teased, poking his rather solid bicep.
“And I wouldn’t dream of it.” He quickly responded.
Funny, you both had no idea.
“It’s kinda chilly, no?” You shivered scooting closer, hoping to share some of his warmth— or maybe it was just an excuse to get closer to him. A woman has her own needs, right? Nothing wrong with that.
Namjoon picked up exactly what you were putting down. He had recently watched this one movie where the male lead shared his body heat with the female lead during a cold winter storm, though the male lead was a werewolf and she, a fragile human, he was sure this situation could work in real life (romantically speaking and for the sake of avoiding hypothermia, of course).
Namjoon put his arm over your shoulder bringing you to rest against his warm figure, nearly cuddling you. “Here. Is this okay?” He asked, eyes attentive of your response, but you weren't even listening anymore, placing your hand against his broad chest.
“More than okay.” You whispered, stealing glances from his plumped lips and then back to his eyes, repeating the action again and again. He was doing the same, practically begging you to make the next move, praying silently he didn’t misread the situation. It didn’t take long for you to lean into his touch and you shared a sweet kiss. It was slow at first, but quickly got heated. You shyly pulled away, blushing at the fact that you were nearly eating his face in a public area, you hated when couples did that yet here you were, doing exactly just that.
“Let’s take this somewhere else, yeah?” You whispered into his lips.
He gave your lips a quick peck before he replied. “Hell yeah.”
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“Namjoon!”
“Y/N, hey!” Namjoon's smile was as warm as when you first met him. Always welcoming. He didn’t hesitate to take you within his arms for a quick tight hug. “You doing good?”
Most people would assume meeting with an ex is a bit awkward— strange even and maybe it was, but not between you and Namjoon. You two had been through too much together to allow anything awkward or any resentment invade your friendship. For fuck’s sake, you have a whole child together, this same man watched you carry his baby in your belly for nine months then witnessed you pop it right out, literally nothing could be awkward now. Neither you nor Namjoon would ever allow it.
“I am Joonie. Thanks.” You smile, pulling away. He already had your seat open and drinks placed upon the table. “You okay?”
“Yes, of course. Vanilla latte still okay?” He gestures towards the drink still asking after years as if your order would ever change.
You nod, taking a seat. “Always.”
“You look good! It’s been a while, no?” He says casually building conversation. “I’m starting to think you’re avoiding me.” He dramatically accuses.
“It’s only been a month or so.” You roll your eyes to the back of your head, quick to your defense. “Please, Joon. If anything, you’re ignoring me.”
“Mhm sure.. so,’ Namjoon clears his throat, ‘what’s the meet up for?”
You figured there was no better way to tell him besides just being hundred percent honest with him. “I’m seeing someone.”
Namjoon's eyes widened and surprisingly he looked pleased more than anything. “Really? Wow, that’s uh— amazing. I’m happy for you.” He smiles with all his teeth.
“What.” You breathe out.
“Here I thought you would never move on.” Namjoon confesses harshly though you knew it was all jokes.
You gasp with great offense.
“I'm kidding, Y/N. I’m really happy for you. Really.” Namjoon grins, clapping his hands cheerfully.
“You are so annoying. Really.” You copied his tone.
Namjoon annoyingly massages his heart with his palm. “Ouch? That’s not how you should treat your baby daddy.”
“Oh, I’ll throw up in this cafe. Stop being weird.” You threaten.
Namjoon laughs hard, clutching his stomach, completely enjoying himself. “Wouldn’t be the first time you embarrassed yourself here.”
“Fuck you.”
“Already have.”
“I’ll kill you, Kim Namjoon. I’m being so serious.”
“What the fuck? My full government name?” You raise your fist up, the man immediately puts his hands up at your mercy. “Okay, okay. Sorry. Let’s talk.” Namjoon smiles apologetically, resting back against his seat.
The mood suddenly changes.
“This was supposed to go smoother.” You huff, taking a sip of the iced coffee in front of you. “I have so many things to say and nothing at once. Is that strange?”
“No, of course not. That’s totally normal.” Namjoon assures, taking a sip from his own drink before placing it back down. “We are only human, Y/N. It’s okay to be confused. We always find our way around, right?”
“Right.” You answer unsure.
“How long have you been seeing this guy?” Namjoon asks, leaning into the table, settling his strong arms against it.
You can’t help but to notice how much he has been working out, it is definitely paying off. You look away for your own good. “God, I don't know. I lost count. It’s been more than a few months, I guess.”
Namjoon nods, tapping his fingers. “Months? And I’m hearing about this now?”
“Well, to be fair you never told me a word about this girlfriend of yours.”
“Fair. Sorry about that. I didn’t really know how to tell you.” He awkwardly mumbles, scratching behind his head.
“It’s okay Joon. I just wished you would have told me before telling Jia.” You easily confide. You were lucky to have Namjoon as the father of your child, it was always easy to open up to him. He would do anything for Jia.
Namjoon immediately worries. When he told Jia, she didn’t have much to say about the whole situation. He assumed she was completely okay with the idea of him dating. Of course, it wasn’t always that simple. “Did she not handle it well?”
“No, no. She did. We talked it out, like we usually do… she seems okay with the situation actually. She likes that you are happy and now receive twice the love.” You tell him, easing his concerns.
“I'm glad to hear that. I was a bit worried. I didn't want this to harm her in any way. I’d end it immediately, if that’s what it meant to keep her happy.” There wasn’t a single doubt in his tone. He didn’t hesitate to put his daughter's wishes first.
“No Namjoon-ah. I would have never allowed that. I understand where you are coming from but we should never let our happiness be taken simply because she isn’t okay with it now. That’s how all kids are. Shit, that’s how us adults are. We all require time to process these things. She will come around, though I’m certain she already has. She loves you so much Joon. You have no idea.” You explain things carefully to him as you would to any other friend.
Typically, it was Namjoon in your place. You always had many doubts and questions, but he would always respond with ease and a solution.
“You’re starting to sound a lot like me.” Namjoon chuckles, his cheeks slightly tinting pink.
You shrug, taking another sip. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
“So, who is this lucky guy?”
“Ahh, about him.” Namjoon's eyes softened making you feel as if he is genuinely listening to all you have to say even if it didn’t apply to him in any way. Namjoon was always a great listener. “He’s really cool.”
“Yeah?” He purses his lips.
“Yeah… when I first met him I wasn’t sure I wanted him around for long. Now, it's like I can’t see myself spending time without him. I think about him literally all day. Our situation isn’t favorable or the best in any way. There is a lot we must talk about before we jump into anything. But he’s vulnerable with me, Namjoon. He listens to me and understands me. He has no idea how much he has done for me. He’s patient, doesn’t rush me into anything. He’s kind, so kind. Sometimes, I feel I don’t deserve his kindness.”
“You do Y/N, you do. What made you realize you wanted him around? That you couldn’t see yourself without him?”
You shift in your seat thinking about how to respond to his questions. “I don’t know where it started. Maybe I’ve always known, it was just hard to admit to myself, well anyone really. That’s why I’m here. I couldn't bear to imagine what would occur if Jia didn’t approve.”
“Y/N, listen to yourself. You just scolded me earlier about not letting Jia’s current feelings come across my happiness. It is only right that you follow your own advice. I know our daughter, she’s the most selfless being to exist on this selfish planet. Trust me, she will come around for you just like she did for me. You are her Mother, after all. You deserve to be happy too.” He went on to say exactly what you imagined he would say. But, there were too many consequences to think about. He made everything sound too easy.
“There is another problem though.” You pause, gnawing at your bottom lip. “He’s also a father.”
“Ahh wow… that is something. So, you also fear not being accepted into his life?” Namjoon guesses, spot on.
“Right. He has a beautiful daughter around the same age as Jia and they just so happen to be great friends. Everything is a mess Namjoon-ah. What if I risk putting myself out there and it just doesn’t work out?” The busy cafe seems to go quiet for some time. Your stomach suddenly starts doing somersaults just imagining the worst possible situations.
“And if it does?” Namjoon quickly counters. His tone is firm, forcing you to really pay attention to his following words. “Y/N we can’t possibly live a life of ‘what if’s’ because there is always a positive outcome that may come from these infinite possibilities. I don't know anything about this guy, but I can tell you really like him. Why let something this small stop you from being happy?”
“It’s easier said than done. Fuck, I don’t know. I haven’t dated anyone for this exact reason. I’m scared Joon. I like him so much. He’s perfect and I don’t want to mess up what we have right now.” You confess feeling worse than before. Maybe you should have kept this to yourself, but you would hate yourself if you did. Hoseok warned you many times about letting things like this eat you alive. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t fair— to you or Jungkook.
“I understand that. But you got to put yourself out there. Give your heart a chance to love again Y/N. You deserve that much. If he turns out to be the one then he does, but if he doesn’t you will move on and I’m here if anything.” Namjoon advises grasping your hand gently in support.
“Yeah. Yeah, I understand. Aren't you scared it won't work out with uh— sorry what’s her name?” You awkwardly question.
He scrunches his nose, smiling at your carelessness. “Dasom.”
“Yes, Dasom. You aren’t scared?” That was a great question. And it was only fair to assume everyone was scared of change, especially when it involved giving up the most vulnerable pieces belonging to yourself.
“Of course, Y/N. I am a father after all. I fear the same things you do, but time will only tell. Like I said if she turns out to be the one then great, if not, I’ll move on. Heartbreaks are only temporary, love can be everlasting.” He expresses with wisdom, his lips forming an encouraging smile. “I’ll be happy with all I have now, whatever is to come later, life will prepare me for it.”
You sigh, lolling your head back slightly. “You make things sound so easy.”
“Because they are. Plus, this isn’t a decision you have to make now. Think about it. Take time to really understand what it is your heart desires. Though it sounds like you have made up your mind about all this. You deserve to be happy and if happiness is found within him, then I suggest you make your move now before it’s too late.” The man drops his final advice, finishing the last of his drink.
“Yeah, I understand. Thank you Joon-ah. For everything.”
He smiles, content that he was able to hear you out. “Of course Y/N. If you and Jia are happy, that is all that matters to me. I hope you find peace in your situation.”
“Yeah. Me too. Thank you again. I hope you are happy as well.” You reply, giving his hand a quick squeeze before letting it go.
“I always am, don’t worry about me. I must go back to work now, is there anything else on your mind?” He asks eyes on his phone before turning his attention back on you.
“No, no that’s all. Thank you for coming.”
He shoves his jacket back on, depositing the device back into his pocket. “No problem. I’ll be picking up Jia from school tomorrow, we’ll be taking her to an aquarium this weekend. She’s been dying to go since they created an advertisement on tv for it, so it will be a sorta surprise for her. Ahh— I was going to ask, is it cool if Dasom joins us?”
“I suggest you ask her. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. But please be attentive around her, she’s still adapting.” You reply truthfully.
Namjoon nods, understandably. “Of course, Y/N. Thank you for today, it is always lovely meeting with you. Don’t be such a stranger.” He teases.
“You as well Namjoon-ah and I won’t. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He nods once again giving you a quick side hug before he waves his final ‘goodbye’.
—
It wasn't until you were standing outside Jungkook’s suite the next day that you became a complete nervous wreck. There wasn’t going to be a better time to talk about your feelings for Jungkook but being quite honest with yourself, how were you to tell someone who was supposed to be no more than an easy fuck that you caught feeling for them? Though it sounds harsh, it was only supposed to be just that, an easy fuck who would become only later, a blink of your memory.
Until you met him.
Jeon Jungkook.
Jeon Jungkook was no ordinary person. He was no ordinary fuck. He was understanding, patient, and funny. He was a father, a very attractive father. Teenagers would say he’s a dilf and he is, a dilf you so badly want to make yours. How could you tell him this without sounding utterly insane?
“Y/N?” The man only stares at you, probably confused about your stillness. “What are you doing still standing there? Were you ever planning on knocking?”
You shake your head, stuffing your hands into your jacket. “Can I come in?”
“Sure.” He moves out the way, watching you claim a spot in his freshly made bed, placing your jacket aside. “Everything alright?”
“Yeah.” You say, the man closes the door, taking a seat across from you.
“Um, it doesn’t look like you came for what you usually do.” He shyly admits, toying with the ends of his hair.
His shyness brought a smile to your lips. He was so cute. “Nope, no I don't.”
“I’m sorry.” He blushes awkwardly.
You shake your head. “No, don’t apologize. I came to talk.”
“Talk?” His bambi eyes soften, confused.
You nod looking down. Well, here goes fucking nothing. “Talk. I came to talk about us.”
“Us?” You don’t bother looking up, if those eyes could do anything it would be, melt your inside out.
“Yeah, Jungkook. I think I like you.” You lamely say. The butterflies that once lived in your stomach turned into angry rhinos roughing each other around inside the confined space, you were beyond nervous.
“You think?” He asks, before saying anything else.
“Sorry, I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying if I’m being honest.” You awkwardly shift in your seat. This was supposed to be easy. At least, that’s what you expected after talking to Namjoon. But you have to wrap around the idea that you’ve known Namjoon for years now, you share a kid for fuck’s sake, this isn’t someone you have much in common with besides the fact that you sometimes share the same bed. But it’s someone you’d like to know, you’d like to know how he like his eggs in the morning, whether he make a dramatic noise every time he yawns or not, if he prefer ranch or ketchup with his french fries (some even prefer ice cream), you’d just like to know it all. He’s someone whose presence kills the ambience of anything around him filling it with his own, he’s someone you simply like from what you’ve seen so far and though the situation isn’t most favorable it’s what brought you two together. He had to understand.
And he did. “That’s okay, take your time.”
“No Jungkook, I don't need time anymore.” Your fingernails start to dig into your palm anxiously, finally you look up at the man. “It’s just hard, I guess. It's hard to say this aloud, it scares me.”
“I scare you?” Jungkook was too clueless for his own good. Who knew a grown man could be so cute?
Honesty is key, right?
“No Jungkook, the thought of liking you scares me. The thought of liking you and this not working out scares me. That’s what scares me.” You admit.
“Y/N—”
You interrupt him before he gets to finish. “And I know you probably think I’m crazy, why would I like you. After all this was nothing more than just some good easy sex, I understand that well Jungkook, but I just fucking do. I like you so much that every time I see you I feel my heart beat a mile per minute. Every time you look at me, I feel I might burst into a million pieces. When you touch me, my skin burns, it burns and I like it. I enjoy it so much. You make me feel so good, so fucking good. I don't know how else to spell it out for you. I like you. I do. I caught feelings for the only person I should’ve avoided. I know how this sounds I—“
Jungkook repeats a scene you were very familiar with when you went on your anxious rants. He smoothly lays his hand behind your neck pulling you in, kissing your lips so sweetly. At first it was just one peck, but it turned into two and then three. Your eyes fluttered at the sensation, lips soft as clouds. You liked him so fucking much even when he interrupted your rants.
Slowly opening his eyes, he kissed your lips one last time admiring your cute face, pecking the small crease that settled between your brows. You could have sworn you felt your heart beating out of your chest. Jungkook was feeling so much then too, how did he ever wait this long? He didn’t let go of you then, but held on tighter, taking everything in before he began, “I like you too. I like you so fucking much. I’m scared too Y/N, so fucking scared. But no one understands what you feel like I do. I understand you, I do. I’m going through the same problem. I’m not good at saying what I feel on the spot so I hope you don’t mind me freestyling this.”
His honesty made you giggle, driving a smile out from him. “It’s okay.” You assure him. “I don’t mind at all.” You say, poking the dimple on his face which makes him smile even wider.
“Okay, let’s just be honest from now on. I’ve liked you for quite a while now. I’m sure that was obvious.” He shyly confesses.
“It wasn’t. I have too.”
He satisfyingly nods. “Well, I’m glad to hear I wasn't alone. You’re right this is difficult to admit, but honestly feels a whole lot better than keeping it in. It's scary and relieving— all at once. Confessions always lead to the scary ‘next step’. I honestly don’t like thinking too much about what continues after things. Like what does that even mean? You can’t predict endings. At least, that’s what I think. I’m more of the spontaneous type, if that makes any sense?”
“It does.” You shrug, feeling a lot of the same things he’s saying. If you were to take a guess, it’s why many people thought you were an amazing parent, only imagining Jungkook was the same from what you have seen. You would never put harsh expectations on your daughter, as long as she was happy nothing else mattered to you. You could never expect something of your daughter that you never were, even then everyone’s different. She's allowed to grow and become the individual she wants to become. You are only here to guide her and support her until the very end.
“Well, I just find it difficult to think too hard about myself and what comes next. I like to simply do what feels right. And this— us, this feels right. It will be scary as most things are, but we can figure things out, can't we? We are parents, we do this stuff all the time.” Jungkook pleads his case, there wasn't much to argue against.
“Yeah, that we are. I think that's the problem though. Choosing for myself, deciding what I should do next is the hardest part. There is just so much to consider. You get me?” You thoughtfully explain.
He gently nudges his nose against yours. “Yeah, completely. We have time.”
We.
You can’t help but to smile, a lot of your worries disappeared that same moment. “We do.”
“Why rush this? Let’s take it slow.” Jungkook suggests, smiling back.
“Slow?”
“Yeah, slow.” Jungkook caresses your cheeks with his thumbs. “Slow.”
You nod, looking directly at his plush pink lips. It was almost like being stuck in a trance, one you never wanted to escape. “Slow.”
The mood shifts once Jungkook pulls you by your waist into his arms. He licks his lips before connecting with yours, though there wasn’t a rush into the kiss you could feel him everywhere. His hands engulf your thighs pulling you onto his lap. Your fingers quickly knot into his hair lazily kissing him back. Though this kiss felt different, there was no teeth clashing, no biting, it was a slow emotional, sensual kiss.
Jungkook pauses between a kiss before asking, “Is this okay?”
You nod bringing him into your mouth once more. At this point, nearly devouring each other.
This is where things started changing, and for once you trusted yourself. This was right, at least for now.
The man starts palming your ass that sat perfectly against his intimate area. You boldy start grinding against his already hardened member feeling him whimper into your mouth. His palm came down heavy, suddenly striking your ass, driving a gasp from your lips as your hips came to a sudden stop. “I said slow.” His voice was strong and firm, still it was gentle. Funny how quickly the man could change, after all this is what you were both good at.
If you weren’t already turned on before you were definitely turned on now. You could feel your pussy dripping from arousal, begging you to give her what she wanted.
With a smile you continue, “Whatever you say.” Your hips lift up again, rocking against him a lot slower than before. He encouraged your movements by pushing you down, his tented bulge rubbing right against your aching cunt. “Fuckkk.” You whine.
Jungkook’s eyes dropped, enjoying every second. He loved watching you fall apart in his hands. His hand faintly caressed your cheek before grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Today… today you make yourself come. You think you can do that?”
You only nod, waiting for his next instructions.
“Good. Take your clothes off.” He instructs squeezing the sides of your hips, carefully pushing you on your feet, adjusting his position in bed. “Slowly baby.”
“Slow.” You confirm, bringing your hands to your shirt, peeling it off yourself as slow as you possibly could. Jungkook didn’t dare take his eyes off. You tossed the shirt aside, next came your jeans. This time you turned around showing your backside to him and very slowly lowered your jeans, well aware of the view you were giving him as you stretched down a lot more dramatically than you usually would.
You heard a muffled growl behind you as you stepped out of your pants. “Look at you, so fucking wet and I haven’t even touched you.” You bite your lip to avoid the moan slipping from your throat.
Jungkook had been right. Your panties were soaked as you expected, it didn’t take much to get you going, especially when it came to Jungkook’s touch, even his voice had you going.
“Keep the rest on.” Jungkook demands, patiently waiting for you on the bed. “Come here baby.”
As you turn, he pats his thighs.
Once you were situated on top of his lap, left only in your bra and panties, Jungkook made it his mission to devour your lips completely. His hands made sure to keep you still on his lap, soothing your inner thighs, avoiding your sweet spot every time they went up. You only felt yourself dampening more in the process feeling sorry for Jungkook’s jeans who were paying the price of your actions, your skin prickled at the tingling sensation almost instantly. His tongue came to play eventually playing with yours, while your hands managed to run all over his hard abdomen, squeezing his thin waist.
More.
“More, I want more.” You say popping off his swollen mouth.
He looked down at your lips as you spoke desperately, wiping the spit that covered them. “Take it then.”
Your hands flew to his waistband but he had other plans, his hands snatched your wrists immediately. “No.”
You look at him with confusion written all over your face. Jungkook propped you up, lifting you from your waist, situating his thigh between your heat. “Fuck yourself against my thigh, sweet girl. Take what you need.”
This time you didn’t suppress the whimper in your throat. You always had a thing for Jungkook’s muscular thighs, now they were yours to make a mess of. You didn’t dare waste any more time, the instant you felt Jungkook thigh brush against your swollen bud a moan fell from your lips. Your hands rested upon his shoulders. It was embarrassing just how much you were already leaking, your flimsy panties covered almost nothing feeling the rough material of his jeans underneath you. Fisting his shirt roughly, you continued getting yourself off, rutting your dampen cunt against him. Jungkook didn’t move, he was allowing you to use him solely for your own pleasure, but he was enjoying this just as much as you were. His brows started to crease, watching you fuck yourself onto him. Your mouth had fallen open, letting high pitched moans fall from it, still you felt empty.
Your hand dropped its grip from his shirt, cuffing his cheek instead. “More Jungkook, I need more.”
By this point, you were grinding against him frantically chasing the knot loose in your stomach. But it was so hard when your greedy pussy was begging for his cock.
He bit his lip at the sight, sweat had started to form against your forehead, your cheeks were burning, a hungry gaze set upon him as he watched you ride his thigh desperately.
“No baby. You’re almost there, keep going.” Jungkook croaks, sucking in his breath. His friend was as hard as stone by now, but it was so worth every minute of it.
You shook your head, releasing a shaky breath through your nose. “No Jungkook, f-fuck. I can't.”
“You can baby, you can.” He cooed, his finger brushing your cheek. “Come for me baby.”
That was all it took for your knot to explode. Your thighs started to shake, feeling your juices slip from your sex beautifully. You threw your head back slightly, moaning through your high. Smirking smugly, Jungkook propped his thigh against your gushing pussy helping you through the last of it.
“Oh fuckkkk. Nghh.” Your voice made sweet sounds releasing your sweet essence. “Mmhhh.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Jungkook’s dick twitched inside his pants, nearly coming from the view, the poor material beneath you became a damp mess. “That’s it, make a mess sweet girl.”
When you finally came down from your high, your attention immediately caught the puddled wet spot you left on Jungkook’s thigh.
“Jungkook your pants. I— I’m sorry.” Immediately apologizing for the mess left behind.
Jungkook grabs your cheeks once more, caressing them softly. “Don't apologize about that baby. Such a pretty mess. Next time, I want that mess all over my mouth, but not right now. I won't tease you any longer. I’ll treat you real soon baby.”
You nodded, feeling faint from the intensity of your orgasm.
Jungkook smiled. “Lay down for me sweet girl. I’ll take care of you.”
You drop into the sheets, exhausted.
“You think you can handle one more orgasm baby?” Jungkook sweetly calls. “We can stop here.”
“No, no.” You shake your head. “M’ fine.”
Jungkook chuckles. “Okay sweet girl, you’ve been so good. I’ll make you feel even better.”
He always knew how to keep his promises. You were extremely happy seeing as Jungkook started stripping his clothing off, you as well took the last two pieces that covered your lady parts off, not minding where they landed.
The man didn’t waste time reaching for a condom, he was quick to place the rubber onto his length. It didn’t take long for him to situate himself between your legs looking down for your consent. “This still okay sweetheart?”
You nod desperately. “Please.”
Not teasing any further, he eased himself inside you, immediately feeling the stretch of his big cock delve into your pussy, wrapping around the crown of his head nicely.
“Fuck.” You both moaned synchronously. His eyes looking right into yours as he dove in further, he could only imagine what you must feel like with no condom. Spreading your legs out further he set a slow pace, taking his time with his movements. By this point, you were overstimulated to the max, but he felt so good regardless.
“You okay baby?” Jungkook asks, attentive.
You peck his lips, nodding. “I can handle it.”
He chuckled, only fucking deeper into your pussy. The man sure knew how to use his cock well. “Oh I know you can, baby. Always take me so fucking well.”
The man doesn’t slow down but instead goes faster. He rolls his hips heavenly, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. He did not hold back once, letting his own beautiful melodies fall from his lips. You quickly learned his whimpers and moans were your favorite songs. You wanted to become his personal cockslut for life if this is what it took to hear his pretty sounds daily. Good thing you were all his, as he was yours.
You think?
“Kook… fuh-fuck.” You whine feeling his huge dick greedily caress your tight walls.
He almost came to a stop hearing the nickname being used especially during sex, he didn’t even like the nickname as his friends would tease him by using it to annoy him but coming from your mouth, he liked everything, so he kept going. “What happened baby?”
Suddenly, you started feeling very insecure. “W-what are we?”
He seemed confused but quickly understood. “We can be whatever you want us to be, baby. We can go as slow as you want us to go. You tell me angel.” His movements were much slower, being very careful.
Your eyes start watering at his softness and carefulness, still making you feel so good nonetheless. “You’re mine right?”
Jungkook’s eyes softened, lifting his hand to your cheek. “Yes baby, yes. All yours. I’m yours.” He leaned forward taking your lips into his, making love to them. Your hand tightened its grip on his hair tugging him as close as possible as if he wasn’t deep in your guts.
He was all yours. How did you get so lucky? Jungkook was thinking the same. Jungkook always questioned life, always felt he was missing something from it. This was that. He was missing you all this life. You two weren’t even fucking anymore. This was sealing that deal. The deal you started a few months back. This has never been a quick fuck, not when you two were nearly making love to one another, night after night. He was all yours as you were his.
You detach yourself from his mouth, bringing your mouth to the birthmark on his neck. You always wanted to kiss it, but didn’t dare want to overstep any boundaries before, but now there were nearly none. You softly peck the cute dot then bring your lips closer to his jawline right at his sweet spot sucking on it with purpose. You were only claiming what was yours. Selfishly, you wanted the whole world to know that Jeon Jungkook (aka DILF JEON) was no longer available.
Jungkook moaned, no longer focusing as much about the situation between your legs. His rolls started to get lazy and desperate all at the same time. He was close. He was aching for a release.
You gasp into his neck as he sets a brutal pace no longer having any mercy for your poor lady friend, he is determined. He bit his lip at the feel of your tight pussy sucking him in so deliciously. “Oh fuck, Kook. Nghh…”
The sound of skin slapping against each other fills the room, he lets out his own grunts. “Fuck baby, keep saying my name.”
“J—jungkook, Jungkoook. I’m gonna fucking come.” You whimper. “Don't stop, please.”
His hips snap harder into you, faster, filling you to the fucking brim. “Can you feel how much I like you? Tell me you can feel me.”
You can barely move but you nod the best you can at that point in time, he was deep in your guts. Your inner thighs were burning from the stretch, but this feeling was always worth it. “Kook, I’m so close.”
“I know baby, I know.” He brings his forehead on top of yours looking down at the mess between your legs. “Come all over this cock angel, let me hear those pretty sounds.”
Finally, you felt a wave of pleasure hit your body. Almost immediately your mouth falls open, moaning throughout the release. He fell close behind you, thrusting into you powerfully until the very end. Jungkook grunts as his climax approaches him, spilling himself into the condom.
All that you both could do after was catch your breath. Jungkook very carefully slipped from inside you careful of your sensitive afterglow, ripping the condom off, almost instantly falling beside you. The man tossed the rubber into the trash, letting himself fall limp into the bed, you followed his calm state.
“You okay?” Jungkook asks in between breaths.
“Never better.” You breathe, both smiling though facing the ceiling. “No cleaning up Jeon? This isn’t you.”
He laughs at the use of his last name. “On it, Ms. Y/L/N.”
He immediately stands on his feet, bringing back to you a wet rag, very gentle when cleaning the mess between your legs, even the once clean and fresh sheets got a taste of you.
After getting rid of the filthy bedsheets to replace them with clean ones, and changing into more comfortable clothes (though you insisted Jungkook that he didn't need to let you borrow any clothing) you both laid back in bed, this time facing one another. Talking after sex became a habit, one you now enjoy participating in happily.
“And she basically argued with me all morning about how she could beat me in a game of basketball.” Jungkook ends his sentence in a sassy tone.
“Kook, you cannot be serious. You argued with a seven year old… about basketball…” You pose.
“Yes. She started it.” Sounding like a whole five year old himself. He was definitely a character.
“Well, little baby. Maybe she can beat you if you are this upset about it.”
He gasps completely offended. “How dare you take her side already? We just started dating and this is how you betray me? Shame on you.”
You giggle, fingers playing with his soft hair. “Is that what we are doing? Hmm. Dating?”
He nods. “Yup, we skipped a few bases. Nothing we can’t do to make it up though.”
“Mm, I don’t know Jeon. I’m pretty picky when it comes to this stuff. I expect only the best from men I date.” You shrug, sounding uninterested.
He pulls you closer, entangling your body on top of his. “Please baby, don’t underestimate me. I’ll make it up to you.”
You smile pecking his lips just once. He smiled right after you. Then pure admiration came. You both didn’t speak, just admired each other so up close and personal.
This is what he’s been missing.
It’s you.
“Stay.” Jungkook says, his hands caressing your back. “Spend the night.”
“I don’t know… you snore.” You tease kissing his cute nose.
“No, I don't.” He scrunches his nose in an attempt to look angry, but in reality he looked even cuter. You don’t understand his duality just yet, but it was definitely something you could get used to.
“No you don't, baby.” You coo, kissing him sweetly all over his cheeks to hear that precious giggle of his. “Fine, you convinced me, I’ll stay.”
“YAY!” He cutely yells.
“Only if you promise to buy me breakfast tomorrow.” You tap his nose gently.
“Anything you want.” He promises with the sweetest doe-eyes.
“Anything?”
He nods, dimples poking out as he smiles. “Anything.”
You don’t even bother to keep the conversation going. You trust him and in his arms you fall asleep that night. Though you fell into a deep sleep, you could swear you felt kisses to your cheeks during the warm night.
Maybe this was a lot easier than you expected.
Loving Jungkook was not scary at all. Actually, loving Jungkook was easy and you were willing to make this work.
“Goodnight baby.” Jungkook whispers, delivering a kiss to your cheek.
For now, you settle for that.
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a.n: omg hello everyone and im sorry this was incredibly late >.<
bts has done so much since the last time i updated sooo everything has been a bit crazy. i hope everyone is doing well.
thank you to those that reached out to me during the time i was gone i’ve missed updating sm. i’m so happy to be back.
i’ll be honest with you all, i’ve been working on another project so i hope to post that here soon ! with that being said please enjoy this update !
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Chapter 9 | Chapter 11
Chapter 10: The Idiots
TW: Jake's kind of an asshole at the beginning of this, more Howard ick, a bit of jealous Lena, a bit of jealous Jake, one very heated make-out session (lots of biting and lipstick stains 👀), sassy Sasha, Simone's a bitch (as usual), Jake's making progress with his shitty coping mechanisms this chapter, a nice calm ending before the spice storm.
Quinn stared at me as she sat on my bed, her eyes wide and mouth curled into a giant smile. “Say it again!”
“Jake kissed me.” I was breathless, clutching onto the giant tiger and awkwardly standing in my bedroom. Every inch of me tingled with an odd sense of numbness… One produced from my absolute shock and complete realization of just how fucked I was.
Prue was still squealing from the living room as she rushed to make snacks so I could tell them all the details with something for them to munch on. Then, finally, Quinn fell back onto my bed. “God, I’m fucking amazing!”
“Jake kissed me,” I muttered again, the numbness wearing off, and the crushing anxiety of what had happened hit me. I dropped the tiger to the floor and cupped my cheeks in my slightly chilled hands. “Oh my god, I kissed him back!”
“I’d hope so!” Quinn replied, looking me over. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” I answered. “No! I mean…” With a deep sigh, I looked at the tiger at my feet. “Yes, but it’s just so…” Complicated.
I remembered little about the drive back into the city, mainly the distance between Jake and me. He’d left with the rest of the group without speaking to me. I hadn’t heard from him since, not a reply to my goodnight text. Then, Quinn began apologizing for the limo digging up bad memories.
My heart hadn’t stopped hammering since the kiss, since the look we shared after. Nothing would be the same as it was before, and it terrified me. But, of course, I was used to bad-boy bartenders and their reputations among women, so hearing about Jake’s salacious history within and outside the restaurant wasn’t shocking. I didn’t hold it against him; I’d done the exact thing plenty of times. But it did make this particular situation difficult.
If I’d just been interested in the sex, then all this would have been so easy! But it wasn’t about that, not now that I knew Jake. I wanted him in every filthy and carnal way… But I wanted to be with him just as badly. The pull between us was electric and wild, the perfect storm for sex, but what happened after the deed was done? What happened when Jake finally conquered the feisty redhead that had been shutting down his advances from day one?
“I can’t sleep with him,” I whispered, fear nearly erasing the elated feeling in my chest.
Quinn groaned. “Oh, come on! This has been months in the making, Lena! Why can’t you just-”
“Because he’s going to move on, Quinn!” I shouted. “He’s gonna get what he wants and move on to the next girl. And I…”
My friend’s face softened as she pulled me into a hug. “Jake likes you, Lena. I know he does.”
Simone’s words filled my head, and the so sure smug look on her face taunted me. “I don’t want to lose him… I can’t…”
“It’s okay,” she assured me. “It’s gonna be okay because he is heading over heels for you. He doesn’t just want to fuck you. He wants you.”
“How do you know?” I asked quietly.
Quinn smudged my cheeks and smiled. “Just… Trust me. Okay?”
“Okay…” She wouldn’t stand here and give me false hope for no reason. Quinn must’ve known something I didn’t, or that look in her eyes and the way she sounded so sure wouldn’t have eased my fear.
Prue jumped into the bed, nearly spilling the popcorn she had cooked all over it. Then, with a bright smile, she signed, “Start from the beginning!”
With Quinn’s hand in mine, the anxious fear slowly faded, and a hopeful, maybe idiotic joy took over as I told my friends every detail about the kiss I’d shared with my coworker, Jake… the boy I liked.
*
Jake kept as much distance as he could between himself and Lena until he finally got a chance to leave. He went home where no one could see how visibly shaken he was. This is ridiculous, he scolded himself. How many women had he kissed before tonight? Hundreds! He wasn’t some virgin, nor was he inexperienced in workplace affairs. But this felt different… All of it.
Kissing her had been impulsive, but after hearing her admit that she’d wanted him to do it during that dumb game, how could he not? He’d almost done it then… He almost couldn’t stop himself from kissing her there in front of their coworkers and her friends. Jake had waited, thinking it wasn’t what she wanted… But it was. Lena wanted him to kiss her, and he couldn’t deny that he wanted to kiss her too, had for a long time.
That kiss… It was better than he expected. Even the thought of it lingering in his mind made him feel heavy with lust and the purely sinful desire to show up at Lena’s door and kiss her. He was heavy with the want to kiss her until they both grew tired of it, which Jake was convinced would be never. Not for him, at least. As he lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, watching the lights from his windows flash on it, all he could see was her face. Her perfume lingered on his jacket, swarming around him in a cocoon of cherry, making it hard for him not to imagine her here, lying in his bed… doing much more than sharing one little kiss.
Lust was a feeling he was used to, but there was something more significant that absolutely terrified him. He liked Lena. He liked her personality, fun, feisty, and kind. He liked how she thought, how insanely smart and equally badass she was. Jake liked how she laughed, scrunched up her nose, and smiled so wide it looked like her face hurt afterward. Lena was so much more than just another back waiter; she was a person… was someone he cared about, and that wasn’t something he had expected.
He had his fair share of relationships, but those were short affairs. Simone had told him he wasn’t cut out for long-term things. She’d told him more than once he didn’t have the depth to take something as important as a relationship seriously. Simone also contributed some of the blame onto the women he’d chosen to pursue. All young and naive, without a clue as to how to handle him in any capacity. “They’ll never know you like I know you,” she’d say. “How did you expect this to end, Jake? It wasn’t going to work out, not when you can’t be bothered to hold anything sacred.” Simone was right - she always was. He didn’t have the capacity to love anything but her, and that was only because Simone put up with his selfish bullshit when most people would’ve left a long time ago.
Lena wasn’t like most of the women he pursued. She wasn’t naive or too young. Instead, she matched him well, burning like a steady flame that made him want to follow her into utter darkness. The past few months being showered in her friendship and included in her tight-knit group of friends, family, and weird drug dealers had made Jake feel more alive and accepted than he’d ever felt. And, on top of all of that, Lena knew more about him than anyone, save Simone, did. She’d helped him without judgment after he stumbled to her drunk, high, and blubbering about his dead mom. She’d taken care of him without asking anything in return, and then she’d let him follow her around all day. He knew her too, he realized. He’d witnessed her at her lowest point and pulled her out of the freezing ocean.
What he had with Lena differed from what he had with everyone else. The only relationship he could compare it to was the one he shared with Simone, but even that felt wrong… Even that wasn’t the same. Simone’s love was cold and filled with constant nagging, judgments, and hiding. They switched between lovers and siblings and a mother and son. Lena’s lov - friendship was warm, accepting, and full of fun and support. They’d agreed on being friends, but… That leap to lovers, that pull between them shouting that this was more, had always been there. They were so different, yet he could feel that pull tethering him to the redheaded woman just as he’d been tethered to Simone. It scared him, but what scared him more was the all too real possibility that he’d just fucked everything up tonight by kissing her.
He wasn’t prepared to face her again, possibly have her reject him or abandon him completely. And so, lying in his bed, Jake looked at the small green frog and resigned himself to following the same plan he always did. He’d ignore her, brush her off, and put distance between them to lessen the ultimate blow of her departure from his life. He stared at the screen of his phone, at the simple goodnight she’d sent him, for a long moment before he rolled over, leaving it behind him.
That night Jake mourned a loss that hadn’t even happened yet because that was easier than hoping for more. It was easier to accept he wasn’t capable of love or being loved, especially by someone like her.
*
Quinn and Prue left after breakfast, knowing I had to swing by Ozzy’s to help Patrick move inventory before I headed to work. Even just the thought made my body tingle. I’d spent hours freaking out over what-ifs until I’d decided to just give in to Quinn’s advice and face the music head-on. Jake was still going to be Jake. Sarcastic, flirty, and every bit the bad boy bartender I’d been friends with for months.
I’d showered and tossed on a simple T-shirt scouring for pants and unintentionally reminding myself of his shitty marker tattoo that he’d quickly scribbled on my skin. The longer I looked at it, the more I liked it. The mermaid almost perfectly held the heart with the little J in her hands. I smoothed my finger over it, reassuringly that he wouldn’t have drawn something so intimate for nothing.
The slightly on-edge walk to The Ring wasn’t at all helpful in calming my buzzing nerves. Peter sat behind the front counter, a cat curled up on his lap as he read his book. Lifting his head, he offered me a lazy smile. “Pat’s changing. How was Quinn’s party last night?”
“It was good,” I answered. “Dinner, drinks, coney island. Quinn stuff.”
He took one look at my face and smirked. “Kiss any cute boys while you were busy with Quinn’s stuff?”
I scoffed, shifting on my feet. “Quinn told you?”
“Nah, I just know you better than anyone. It’s written all over your face.” He closed his book and sat up, carefully keeping the cat comfortable. “So, was it everything you’d been fantasizing about?”
“You don’t even know who I kissed.”
“Pleeaasseee!” He laughed. “Ignoring the blatantly obvious sex dream, I’ve seen you and Jake in a room together, little sis. That tension was bound to snap back at some point.”
Damn him. “It was…” For a second, I considered brushing it off with a simple fine, but Peter would see straight through that. “It was perfect.”
With a smile and a nod, he relaxed. “Good. I’m assuming he was a perfect gentleman about it.”
“Don’t know yet. We didn’t get a chance to talk about it after.
“Well,” he started. “If he’s an ass, just give me a call, and Pat and I will give him a stern talking to.”
“I hardly need you two for that.”
Peter shrugged. “Yeah, but it’d be fun.”
I shook my head, chuckling at my brother’s antics. “You shouldn’t think threatening boys I like is fun.”
“Oh, so he’s a boy you like now?” His smile widened. “Bout damn time. We were all getting tired of playing along with your dumb little game.”
“Shut up.”
Patrick barreled down the stairs, quickly moving through the gym toward the back with a breathless nod. “We gotta hurry. Oz is on his way!”
“Shit!” I hissed, jogging to join him.
The bar deliveries always dropped things off at the very front of the bar, next to the front door. If it hadn’t been for Dom and his gang frequenting the place, we were reasonably sure it’d get stolen every week, but lucky for us, having a badass biker gang like you has its perks. Patrick dragged the boxes to the back, where I quickly opened them and started shoving things in their rightful places. We’d gotten almost all of them unpacked before Ozzy’s voice boomed through the bar. “Oi! What the hell are you two doin’ here so damn early?”
Patrick and I peeked our heads up from the other side of the bar. “It was all her idea, Oz!”
“Like hell it was you copperhead moron!” I shouted back, slapping his shoulder.
“She’s been on my ass for weeks about helpin’ you out,” Patrick continued.
My mouth fell open. “Oh, yeah, well, Patrick’s been calling me every morning to talk about sneaking vitamins into your food!”
Ozzy held up his hands, waving them between us until we grew quiet. “Good lord,” he huffed. “You two are worse than your father! Always sneakin’ around tryin’ to do more work than me.”
“Oz,” I started.
“Shut it,” he ordered lovingly. “I appreciate your concerns and your help. I ain’t as young as I used to be, and having you two idiots around to help pick up some of the slack ain’t too bad.”
Patrick looked at me with a thin smile. “So you’re gonna let us help out?”
“Hell no,” Ozzy replied with a deep laugh as he ushered us out the door with a wink. “Now get the hell out and worry about your own damn problems!”
“Stubborn ass,” I sighed.
“I heard that!”
Patrick shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, guess we’re gonna have to double down on the efforts.”
“He’s not gonna make this easy,” I warned. “We’ll probably have to switch to end-of-the-day stuff to fly under the radar for a while.”
“Smart,” he replied. “So, how was your kiss at coney island?”
I scoffed at him. “Unbelievable. Is it really that easy to tell?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Quinn told me. She was at Nana’s this morning when Oz left to head down here, so she gave me a heads-up and clued me in on your little Ferris Wheel makeout session.”
“You guys are so fucking annoying,” I complained, checking the time as we returned to the gym. “I gotta head out. Have a good day,” I hollered, giving Peter a quick pat as I rushed out the door.
The whole walk to 22West consisted of me doing my best not to freak out over seeing Jake again after our kiss. It was a kiss. One. And yeah, we both obviously liked it, but it shouldn’t change anything between us. He was my friend. Surely he knew that.
I wove around the kitchen and went up the stairs to the locker room, where Jake stood, quietly buttoning up his shirt. My heart raged within my chest as I swallowed my anxiety and walked into the room, opening my locker and frowning slightly. Usually, he’d try sneaking his jacket into my locker, but there it was, empty, save for my bag of extra clothes at the bottom. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Hey,” I greeted, turning to look at him. Jake barely glanced back at me before he closed his locker and silently made his way out of the room. With a silent huff of air, I shook my head. “How was your night?” I asked myself, bitter frustration making my voice waver. “Oh, it was fine. Thanks so much for asking. Hey, we should probably talk about that kiss.” I shook my head, letting it fall onto the lockers beside mine. “Goddamn it.”
Isaac slid into the room, glancing between the stairs and me. “Everything okay?”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t think it is.”
“Anything I can do?” He asked, quietly setting his hand on my back.
“No,” I answered, looking at him with a forced smile. “Thanks, though.”
He bumped my shoulder. “Anytime, Red.”
Service felt slower than usual today. Scott put me in charge of plating, instructing me not to let a single dish go out without looking perfect. So I stood at the little metal table separating me from the servers and the dining room beyond, carefully wiping plates and handing them off to the servers. It was a slightly tedious task that required a lot of attention to detail. Still, I was good at it, having been shown exactly how each dish should look by the awry bitch that made the menu. Simone seemed happier than usual as well. She offered me soft, smug smiles whenever she picked up her dishes.
“Lena,” Howard called into the kitchen as he came sweeping in through the doors. “I need you to help run tables tonight.”
I quickly stripped myself of my apron and shrugged off my cooking coat. “Something going on?”
He smiled tightly. “It seems we’ve had another slight scheduling mishap.”
“How bad?”
“Nothing too horrible,” he assured me. “But I’d feel much better with your capable hands on the floor.”
I smiled. “You got it, boss.”
He set a hand on my arm, looking down at me for a moment. “Be careful not to fall.”
Rolling my eyes, I squeezed his hand and hurried out the doors with plates of food balanced perfectly on my arms. The dining room was full, packed with people who looked slightly put off by the slow service. I hurried through the chaos and did the job perfectly, only stopping to strip some of the tables on the second floor once the guests had left.
From the second floor, I could see Simone slide up to the bar with that fucking smile. She and Jake conversed for a moment, not unusual for them, but after receiving his cold shoulder in the locker room, the sight of him smiling at her and chuckling at whatever she’d said made my blood boil. The blonde woman vanished into the kitchen, mumbling about finding a specific bottle of wine for one of her tables when the front door opened and a woman quietly made her way to the bar.
*
“Hey, Jake,” he hadn’t expected to hear the soft voice again as he looked up to find Tess standing in front of the bar, picking at her fingers nervously.
He didn’t know what to say or do, not after how they’d left things and all she’d put him and Simone through. His teeth ground painfully together. “What are you doing here?”
That smile he once found cute and comforting fell. “I’ve been trying to get ahold of you.”
“And I think I’ve made it clear I don’t wanna talk.”
“Jake,” she huffed. “Just give me five minutes, please?”
No. He wanted to say the word more than anything, but something inside him… something he’d pushed so far down he thought it would never come back to the surface urged him to say yes. With a stiff nod, he dropped what he was doing, snapping his fingers at the first person that walked by toward the kitchen. Lena. Of course, it had to fucking be her. Her green eyes met his, and he felt like he was about to fall apart at the forced look of boredom they held, mirroring how she’d looked at him before they’d become friends. “Cover me for a minute.”
She glanced at Tess but slid behind the bar anyway, jumping into work beside Nicky with ease as he practically dragged Tess out of the restaurant to spare Simone the pain of seeing her again. “What do you want?”
“I want to apologize,” she answered. “I’ve wanted to for a while now.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for,” he replied coldly. “You did what you did and lost your job here for it.”
“Do you get why I did it, though?” she asked, big brown eyes looking up at him pleadingly.
Jake shook his head. “No, I don’t, and I don’t give a shit.”
“I did it because I care about you, Jake,” she insisted.
“Care about me?” he laughed dryly. “You went behind my back, you fucked Howard, and you tried to get Simone fired!”
Tess’s lips pulled into a thin line. “I know how it sounds… I didn’t really know what the fuck I was doing, but-”
“You were doing what you wanted,” he told her, unimpressed. “That’s fine, do whatever you want; just don’t expect a pity party to roll into town when shit catches up to you.”
“Just…” she sighed. “Meet me at Home Bar tonight? I want to talk… want to explain things to you, so you understand why I did it.”
He shook his head. “I. Don’t. Care.”
“Yes, you do. You’ve always cared, Jake. Please, just… come?”
“Fine.”
She let out a breath of relief. “Thank-”
Jake turned on his heel and walked back inside the restaurant, ignoring the newly dug-up pain that Tess’ unexpected visit brought up within him. For a moment, he took relief in seeing Lena behind the bar with Nicky, but then he remembered the kiss and the cold shoulder he gave her to avoid the inevitable. Her green eyes met his as he slid back behind the bar.
“You can go,” he said, so tense he almost couldn’t get the words out.
“Are you okay?”
Fucking… Why did she have to care? “I’m fine. Go back to the kitchen.”
“That how it’s gonna be?” She asked, forcing eye contact with him. Forcing him to see the plain hurt and anger that stared back at him.
“Get back to work.”
In an instant, she closed herself off, bored disinterest retaking her face and shining back in her eyes as she shrugged past him. “Alright then.”
Jake closed his eyes, trying to ignore how brushing her off brought a sting to his chest. He couldn’t do this. “Fuck.”
*
“Who is she?” I asked Nicky, nodding to the window where the girl and Jake stood.
“Tess,” Nicky answered, not even looking. “She was a back waiter a few months before you got hired.”
“I’m assuming they were close, judging by the particularly grumpy pout he’s sporting.”
“All I know is that they got together, and shortly after, she… got close… with Howard, tried to get Simone fired, and basically burned all bridges with him.”
“Shit,” I breathed out, serving a drink. “Sounds complicated.”
Nicky nodded. “Tell me about it.”
Concern filled my lungs as Jake stormed back into the restaurant, quickly returning behind the bar. “You can go,” he said, almost through his teeth.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Go back to the kitchen.”
I scoffed, looking up at him with an angry, quirked brow. “That how it’s gonna be?”
“Get back to work.”
“Alright then.” I brushed past him and went back to work. If Jake wanted to play this game, he’d do it alone.
Service continued to rage, but now I could feel the familiar weight of Jake’s eyes following me every time I entered the dining room. What the fuck is his problem? I thought to myself, rapidly clearing another table. It was one fucking kiss. One good kiss… It… I shook my head. It doesn’t matter. The whole thing was stupid. I ignored the disappointment and the feeling of my fears being confirmed in favor of getting through the night with my head held high. Jake wasn’t the first dumb pretty boy to brush me off, and I refused to let him get any satisfaction from seeing me crumble.
I helped the kitchen close down, staying to wash dishes beside Santos and Isaac until it appeared that I was the only one left that hadn’t gotten changed. So I headed up to the locker room, that painful pang striking me directly in the chest when it was just Jake and I left alone once again. I changed quickly, not caring if he was going to turn around and peek, too afraid that if I snuck off to the bathroom, I’d miss an attempt of his to reach out and talk to me.
When that didn’t happen after I finished putting my pants on, I looked at the back of his head, watching and waiting for him to do anything but stand there and ignore me. He was already dressed, save his jacket, but still, he just stood there in front of his locker, refusing to look at me. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, I moved. Fuck this. I slammed his locker shut and glared up at him. “Are you seriously gonna pull this shit?”
“What?” he demanded.
“You’ve been avoiding me all day, and every time I’ve tried to talk to you, you’ve been an ass.” I shook my head. “You kissed me last night. I kissed you back. It’s not that big of a deal. It certainly doesn’t change things and give you the right to be a stuck-up asshole to me.”
Jake’s eyes sparked with something as he turned to look down at me. “It doesn’t?”
I swallowed the urge to kiss his stupid lips. “No, it doesn’t. We’re still friends.”
“Most friends don’t kiss,” he replied, head leaning down ever so slightly. “So, did it change things, or didn’t it?”
“It didn’t change anything,” I hissed angrily.
He smirked. “Well then, when you want another kiss, I’m gonna make you ask me for it.”
Rolling my eyes, I turned away from him. “Good luck with that asshole.”
Storming back down the stairs and out the kitchen doors, I settled into a seat furthest from the bar and closest to the door, waiting to see who was coming to Ozzy’s. But when Prue walked through the door, I knew my plans to run home and hide my disappointed, frustrated anger among my friends, and the bar I knew like the back of my hand, was out the window. Instead, she turned and saw me, quickly sitting across from me to sign. “Hi! How’s your day been?”
“Shit,” I answered.
She looked closer at my face, her brows furrowing. “What happened?”
I nodded to the bar. “Apparently, we’re sixteen-year-olds that can’t have a simple discussion about one dumb kiss without the whole world imploding.” I shook my head. “He’s been an ass all day.”
“Fucking idiot,” Prue replied. “Well, you wanna come with Will and me to the bar they frequent?”
“Not particularly.”
“Please,” she begged. “Apparently, Will’s ex is going to be there tonight, and he wants me to come for support. Buuttt we both know how…” Pausing, she searched for the word.
“Insane,” I offered. “Violent. Crazy. Unhinged.”
Rolling her eyes, she reluctantly nodded. “Yes to all.” She smiled back at Will, who’d just returned from the manager’s office. “You know how I get around people like that. Please come and keep me from jumping this bitch?”
Sparing one last look at the bar and the annoying bartender that just slipped back through the kitchen doors to leave, I sighed and nodded. “Okay. I’ll come.”
“Thank you! Go home and change for a night out! We’ll meet you there.”
I followed Prue’s advice, heading home to change into a simple long-sleeved black dress. It was simple but made my boobs look amazing. It was totally coincidental and not a deliberate precaution I’d taken in case Jake was there. Dressed and ready, I headed out, using my annoyance with Jake to keep the twinge of fear that every loud car and dark silhouette brought me.
They were waiting outside for me, huddled up together like two adorable little birds. Prue’s eyes lit up as she saw me, while Will’s lit up at the sight of her beaming smile and joyful face. “You two are adorable,” I said and signed. “This the shit hole, then?”
Will nodded. “Yep. Home Bar. We used to come here every night, but after you joined the group and introduced us to Jack and Ozzy’s, it’s gotten a bit neglected by us.”
“That’s because my bar’s better,” I teased, following them through the door.
Home Bar was filled with the sounds of a hundred conversations happening at once, accompanied by the loud clack of pool balls striking against one another. It was slightly smaller, with only a few booths and tables to hang around. However, the bar was large and clearly, the focal point as the woman behind it happily mixed drinks and served them to the surrounding crowd. With a tight hand in hers, Will led Prue through the space, and as we neared the back of the room, I saw them.
My coworker’s loudness fit in here, almost causing them to blend into the crowd, but I’d know the feeling of Jake’s eyes anywhere. He sat on the end, likely so he would have access to leave whenever he wanted, with the girl from earlier sitting beside him and Olive sitting at a chair she’d pulled up to the table just so she could be near him. I rolled my eyes and tapped Prue’s shoulder. “So, who’s the ex?”
She nodded to the table, to the brown-haired girl. “That’s her. Tess.”
“Shit,” I sighed, drawing her curiosity. “Apparently, she’s Jake’s ex too.”
Prue’s mouth fell open. “We’re fucked, aren’t we?”
“I think we might be.”
“Well, at least Quinn isn’t here to encourage us.”
We sat in the booth, forcing everyone to smush together, aka Tess and Jake, with Olive leaning entirely into Jake’s free side. I bit the inside of my cheek and forced myself to breathe out the angry, bitter jealousy that burned my lungs. I didn’t have any right to be angry or jealous. Jake wasn’t mine, and I wasn’t his.
Sasha smiled at me. “Tiger Bitch! It’s so nice of you to join us here for a change!”
I shrugged. “It’s not so bad here. But I’ve gotta say my bar’s still better.”
“I have to agree,” Ari replied with a smile. “The girls there are cute.”
My eyes met Tess’s as she looked me up and down with a smile before she reached over and offered her hand. “I’m Tess.”
Prue was the one to shake her hand with a wide toothy grin. She pulled back and signed. “I’m Prue. Will’s girlfriend.” She looked over at me. “Will you translate?”
“Of course.” I looked back at Tess while keeping Prue’s hands in view. “She says: I’m Prue. Will’s girlfriend.”
Tess nodded. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Wish I could say the same.”
“She says: Wish I could say the same.” I shook my head and watched Will hide his smile.
With an uncomfortable laugh, Tess nodded. “Guess she’s heard about me, huh?”
I nodded. “Seems so.”
“Who are you?” She asked, looking at me.
“Lena,” I answered. “I started working at 22West a while ago.”
She looked sad for a minute. “That’s good. It’s a special place.”
A special place. I wanted to laugh at her but remembered when I’d once thought the same thing. “It’s just a restaurant.”
Sasha rolled his eyes. “Her auntie is Maddie Glover. She was used to the place long before us, Baby Monster.”
“Your aunt…” she paused, eyes growing even wider. “That means your Jennifer Glover’s daughter!”
Every inch of me tensed at my mother’s name. “Yep.”
Tess smiled, shaking her head in disbelief. “She’s the most sought-after ballet trainers in the world! That’s amazing! You must be really talented not just in the restaurant but in ballet.”
The crack of the stick against my leg stung, but I refused to cry. “Straighten your leg, Lena! For god’s sake, did you not practice at all?!”
“I practiced all night,” I answered, tired and stiff.
I could feel the blood ooze between my toes as my mother shook her head at me with another crack of the stick against my hip. “Again.”
Prue’s hand squeezed mine, slowly easing me out of my head to answer. “Not really.”
Jake’s eyes were on me, and he looked like he cared for the first time all day. Tess sensed the tension but didn’t shut up about ballet for the next hour until Olive became even more apparent with her infatuation with Jake. She set her hand on his leg, whispering something to him with a giggle. I was shocked when he didn’t immediately pull away from her and give her the look of disinterest he always did. Still, when his eyes flashed to mine, smug and full of himself, I realized what he was doing. With a shake of my head, I rose from the table. “I’m gonna get a drink.”
If he wanted to play this game, then I’d play, and I’d make him fucking regret it.
*
Jake hadn’t expected Olive to be at Home Bar tonight, but for once, he was actually glad she was. She wanted to fuck him still, even after his harsh words at his apartment when she’d shown up with Simone. And he couldn’t think of any better way to rile Lena up than by entertaining the moon-eyed girl. But, of course, he hadn’t expected Tess to get jealous. So there he sat, crowded between the two dark-haired girls as they fawned over his arms and hair and desperately tried to catch and keep his attention.
It was a perfect plan that worked far better than he’d expected. Except for one fact. Lena. She’d gotten up to get a drink and stayed at the bar, just within earshot. So Jake only had a view of her back and the face of the new man who had saddled beside her, offering her another drink. It’d been thirty minutes of men coming and going from her side, all eventually returning with a new glass and compliment and crowding around her like moths to a flame. She flirted back, drinking slowly and shifting her hair over her shoulder to further expose the deep cut of her dress and the silky skin of her neck.
He watched her giggle at their stupid jokes and squeeze their arms as she laughed with a tight jaw. Every time she happened to glance over her shoulder at the table, he’d lean over to whisper in Tess’s ear or tuck Olive’s hair out of her eyes, hoping those small acts would be enough to make her break, but they weren’t.
Lena was pissed off at him, so she was out for blood. She wasn’t going to break. So Jake did. He slid out of the booth and shrugged off his jacket, setting it on the table in front of Olive’s chair before he made his way toward the bar with only one goal in sight. Her.
*
Jake slid in between the man at the bar and me, his dark eyes staring down at me for a minute before he leaned in and whispered, “Excuse yourself to the bathroom.”
“What?” I asked sweetly, making that burn of jealousy in his eyes glow as he shook his head and gently took my hand to lead me from the bar toward the bathrooms.
Once he shoved the door open and quickly shut it behind us, he turned to me, leaning back against it with a simple tilt. “What are you doing?”
I shrugged, tucking a loose strand of my hair back. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Oh, please.” He chuckled. “You’ve been batting your eyelashes at every guy you pass and rubbing their arms and playing with their hair like you’re some doe-eyed dream girl looking to fuck one of them.”
“And you’re not doing the exact same thing?” I retorted. “Or do you just brush every girl’s hair out of her eyes and lean in to whisper in their ears?”
His smirk was unbearable as he said. “I thought that kiss meant nothing.”
“Stop pretending like you’re not fucking heated seeing every guy in this shit hole fawn over me,” I scoffed at him, taking a step forward. “I have eyes.”
Jake smirked wider, eyebrows rising as he matched my bold step forward. “I’ve got eyes too, princess, and you’re just as fucking jealous of Tess and Olive.”
“I don’t have any reason to be jealous of your two little groupies,” I insisted.
“Cause you think you could have me whenever you wanted me, I know,” he nodded, encouragement filling his voice as he whispered, “Ask then.”
My chest heaved as my heart raced beneath my skin. “What?”
He closed the space between us, backing me against the sink. “Oh, come on, princess, you were so confident just a second ago. Say it.” His eyes were dark, black against the shitty dim lights of the bathroom. “Say it, or I will.”
“Kiss me again.” I barely had time to get the words out before Jake followed the desperate command behind them.
His head ducked down the rest of the way, lips pressing to mine. My body molded to his, arching up into him as his hands took hold of my hips and pushed me back into the cold, stained porcelain of the sink. When his teeth tugged on my bottom lip, my mouth fell open with a sharp gasp that had him smirking. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him back down for another dizzying kiss, stroking my tongue along his to taste the remnants of his drink.
Tugging at his hair, Jake groaned into my mouth, the deep sound vibrating right down to my core. I pulled away, gasping for air as his hands pulled at the sleeves of my top, lips, and tongue trailing down my neck until his teeth wrapped around my collarbone. I saw the bathroom door open from the corner of my eye and watched Olive’s eyes grow even larger.
We stared at one another for a moment. The pure rush of satisfaction her deflated face brought me mingled with the pleasure of Jake’s lips. I held her eyes, pulling Jake’s head up. I glanced briefly at his gorgeous eyes and slightly puffy lips before I tucked my head into his neck and wrapped my teeth around the skin beneath his ear. A deep, possessive part of me took over, nipping and sucking until a dark mark stood out against his skin. I kissed his jaw until Jake’s entire right side was covered in bite marks and the light tint of my lipstick.
He brought his hands up to my face, cradling it for a moment before he pulled my hair free of the small clip and crashed his mouth against mine. I didn’t care if Olive was still watching. I didn’t care about anything but his lips on mine. His hands caressed and squeezed my flesh as he pulled away again to return his attention to my neck and the top of my half-covered breasts.
My head tipped back, hands fisting in Jake’s hair and clothes as a soft moan of his name slid past my lips, “Jake.”
“God, Lena,” he groaned.
“Oh. My. God.” A voice said from the doorway, pulling Jake and me away from one another to look. Sasha sauntered in, a broad smile on his face as he looked at both of our disheveled states. “Thank the white baby Jesus! I was worried you two would drag this out and cost me a hundred dollars!”
“Get the fuck out, Sahsa!” Jake growled, positioning his body in front of mine, reminding me of the compromising state of my top. I tugged my sleeves back up and ensured my breasts were covered again before gently pushing against Jake.
His jaw ticked as he let me slide by to slap Sasha’s arms, yelling at him in Russian as I ushered him out the door and closed it with a sigh. “So… uh…”
“That was…” We started at the same time. Jake leaned back against the sink, looking at me for a long minute before he spoke again, “I’m sorry for today. I was an ass.”
“Yeah, you were,” I answered. “Are… are we okay now, though?”
The look in his eyes said no… it said there was still so much between us that was left unsaid that he couldn’t tell me for sure if we could go back to being “just friends,” but Jake nodded. “We’re okay.”
I looked down at my feet and sighed. “You were right. That kiss, and the one we just got caught up in… it does change things. I don’t… I don’t know in what way yet, but I don’t want it to cost me our friendship.”
“It won’t,” he assured me. “It was a good kiss.”
“Which one?” I asked, quirking a brow.
Jake smiled. “Both. I’d invite you back to my place, but I have a feeling I know what your answer would be.”
I bit my lip. You don’t, I wanted to say, knowing full well if Jake asked me to come home with him… if he kissed me again, I wouldn’t be able to say no. I wouldn’t want to say no. “Not tonight.”
“Not tonight?” He asked with a tilt of his head. He straightened up and moved closer, pressing me slightly back against the door as he looked down at me with a smirk, tugging on a loose curl before tucking it behind my ear. “That your way of saying I’ve got a shot?”
My eyes drank in his disheveled hair, the light tint of my lip marks against his neck, and the dark hickey I’d left beneath his ear. Then, finally, I shrugged as I reached up to wipe some lipstick off his jaw. “You might want to clean yourself up.”
He nodded. “I doubt it’ll help now that Sasha’s seen us.”
“Yeah,” I chuckled.
“You headed out?”
“Yep. It’s gonna be a long day tomorrow.”
Jake glanced at my lips briefly before he leaned back and said, “Goodnight, Lena.”
I smiled up at him, slowly stepping away to open the door. “Goodnight, Jake.”
I returned to the table where everyone sat, now all whispering about the juicy gossip Sasha had just told them. Prue looked up at me with a smile. “Heading out?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “I’ve gotta get some sleep.”
“Sweet dreams,” she replied, signing almost too quick for me to catch the, “About Jake,” she added at the end.
I shook my head, leaning on the table slightly to say goodbye to Will. There beneath my hand was the smooth leather of Jake’s jacket. With a sly grin, I slipped it off the table and shoved my arms through it. Tess glared at me from her seat across the table. “That’s Jake’s jacket.”
“Is it?” I asked with a knowing smile as I turned, catching Jake’s eyes as he emerged from the bathroom and giving him a smug wink before heading out the door and into the slightly chilled night.
*
The next day at work was a pleasant surprise. Nicky had the day off - an occurrence that happened absolutely never - which put me behind the bar with Jake. After the family meal, we migrated to the bar together, laughing at some stupid joke one of us had told. He settled into his usual spot, slicing one of the garnishes. “Alright, since you’re so new to this, I’ll give you a few pointers.”
I smirked over my shoulder as I finished stacking the clean glasses. “Oh, please! I can’t believe I’m finally getting the chance to be beneath the master bartender!”
“You coulda been beneath me at any point,” he teased. “Still can, just say the word.”
“Are you going to flirt with me, or are you going to teach me your special tricks?”
Jake bit his lip, letting his eyes wander. “I’m sure I can do both.”
I shook my head at him, finishing my job and sliding beside him, just a hair too close. “Well, come on then, teach me something.”
With a breathy laugh, he positioned me in front of him, carefully running through the steps of a signature drink Howard wanted us to recommend to the guests tonight. His lips skimmed the shell of my ear as his hands dragged up and down my arms, occasionally moving to grip my hips and manhandle me to one side or the other. I was lucky I already knew the cocktail, or I would’ve had to suffer the embarrassment of asking him to explain it to me again.
“Jake,” Howard said, bringing us out of our bubble of flirting to look up at the man. “My office, please.”
I looked up at him with a quizzical look. “Are you in trouble?”
He shrugged, moving to follow behind the angry-looking manager. “Probably.”
*
“Please, sit,” Howard offered as he settled in his chair.
Jake clasped his hands behind his back and stood up straighter. “I’ll stand.”
Howard gave him a displeased look like he always did when Jake refused to comply with even the simplest request. “Do you recall I changed some of the restaurant’s policies a few months ago?” He didn’t answer. “Implemented a new rule about employees disclosing romantic relationships to management?”
“Oh, I remember,” Jake assured the little manager. “There’s nothing to disclose.”
Howard sighed, his thumbs tapping against the wood of his desk in an offbeat rhythm. If Jake had been paying attention, he would have been annoyed by the inconsistencies of it, but he wasn’t. This was just another one of Howard’s sad displays of power. “She’s not like everyone else, you know.”
“What?”
“Lena,” Howard said. That got his attention. Jake could feel every inch of him tighten with repressed rage at the man’s implication that he knew her better than Jake did. “She’s not like all the other back waiters or hostesses you’ve run through over the years.”
With a slight tilt of his head, Jake asked, “What makes you say that?”
Jake saw Howard’s resolve crumble for the first time in a long time. “I say that because she is one of the most talented, determined, and pure souls to have ever worked here. She has done nothing but add to this restaurant, and I will not have you and your… habits… drag her down.”
“You think I’d drag her down?” Jake chuckled.
“You do it with everyone else,” Howard deadpanned. “Just look at Simone after all the years she’s had to spend carrying you.”
Jake’s jaw clenched, as did his hands. “Like I said, there’s nothing to disclose.”
Howard nodded. “Good. Get back to work.”
When Jake left, quickly making his way back to the bar and the redhead waiting for him with wide, almost nervous eyes, he decided even further to pursue Lena, mostly because the two of them clearly worked together as friends with this odd twist, but now also because Howard of all people tried to tell him not to. “Everything okay?”
He nodded. “Yeah, he just wanted to remind me to help you keep up tonight.”
“Yeah, right,” she scoffed, returning to her task. “If anything, I should’ve been the one I pulled aside then.”
Jake let the comment side off him despite how it made him sick to his stomach thinking about Lena alone with Howard. “Just pay attention, princess.”
*
“Holy shit,” I groaned. “I don’t think my face has ever hurt this bad from fake smiling.”
“Yeah,” Jake agreed. “Lucky for me, I don’t have to look nice to get tips.”
I rolled my eyes at him, sliding back behind the bar, now in my regular clothes, as I massaged my sore cheeks. “Fuck off.”
We served a few drinks to the equally tired group as they filled the gaps between the seats to finally complain about the night. Heather accepted her drink with a smile. “God, Lena should work behind the bar every night. She makes my drink absolutely perfect!”
“And I don’t?” Jake asked with a raised brow.
“You always add too much rum.”
“Oh, so you prefer it the lightweight way,” he clarified, earning Heather’s long middle finger and flipping him off.
Howard left quietly, something I was grateful for today after feeling him watching me all throughout service. Simone had stayed in the back, away from the bar, swirling a glass of wine in her poised hand, seemingly minding her business. She and I hadn’t interacted with one another outside of remaining professional during our shifts. Even then, we didn’t linger a second longer than we had to. Every time we locked eyes, though, I could only quietly hope for the day Jake told me he was finished with her bullshit so I could finally make good on my promise to her. Then, finally, the front door opened, and everyone went silent as Olive strolled in from her day off, dressed head to toe in nice clothes and sporting new, bright red hair.
“Oh my god,” Ari breathed, quickly covering her mouth as Olive made her way around to sit at the bar next to the kitchen doors.
It was probably the shitiest hair dye job I’d ever seen, with huge chunks of brown still peeking through and a visibly uneven dye coating making her hair look like multiple shades. She smiled. “Hi, Jake.”
He bit his lip. “Need a drink?”
“Sure,” she said, twirling her hair around her finger. “Just a glass of Irish whiskey.”
Isaac and I looked at one another over the bar, quietly giggling at the obvious attempt she was making to associate herself with me. Jake slid the drink across the bar to her, and we watched her gag on the liquor. “How was your day off?” Santos attempted to ask kindly.
Olive shrugged. “It was boring. That’s why I came here. Are you guys going to Home Bar?” She batted her eyelashes at Jake. “Jake?”
“No,” he answered. “We’re going to Jack and Ozzy’s tonight.”
“Oh,” she deflated. “I was hoping you’d be coming to Home Bar so we could hang out.”
He clicked his tongue. “Sorry to disappoint.”
Sasha finally burst. “What the fuck is with your hair?”
“You like it?” she asked, never looking away from Jake. “I dunno, I just kind of decided the other night to dye it. I think it suits me, don’t you?”
Jake gave me an amused look before he just nodded to back. “I’m gonna go change.”
“I’ve got the bar handled,” I assured him, smiling happily as he slid by Olive without even glancing at her, no matter how obviously she twisted the new red hair between her fingers or shoved her chest out to make her boobs pop.
“Oh, sweet baby,” Sasha cooed, examining the splotchy red dye job. “Red fur does not a tiger make. It’s all about the stripes of the beast. The experience and the… sex appeal. You, little Olive, have neither.” He stuck a finger in her face and grinned. “There is only one Tiger Bitch, and it is not you.”
Heather giggled, lifting another poorly executed strip of her hair. “Ohh, I dunno, she sure has some stripes.”
Ari shook her head. “Sploches is more like it. But, seriously, if you were going to dye your hair to copy her, you at least couldn’t have done a better job?”
Olive shook everyone off her with an offended, proud look. “I didn’t copy her!”
“Red hair, brown hair, blonde hair,” I started from behind the bar. “It doesn’t matter. She’s not me, and she knows she won’t ever be me.”
*
When Jake entered the locker room, Simone was already there, half changed into her regular clothes. He greeted her with a smile and a polite nod as he moved to get dressed. “Tonight was certainly interesting.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Good for tips, though.”
With a sigh, she replied, “Yes, it was. I saw Howard pull you into his office. Is there anything I should know?”
Jake glanced at her over his shoulder as he finished pulling on his shirt. “No. Just a reminder of his policy about disclosing employee relationships to him.”
“Oh?” She sounded hopeful as she continued, “Did you and Olive hit it off?”
He scoffed. “Hell no.”
“Why not?” Simone asked, continuing to change her clothes.
Jake’s eyes narrowed. “Guess she’s just not my type.”
She made an amused noise. “Everyone is your type, Jake. I figured Olive would be no different, and yet… You skipped over her. Maybe she is more like Tess than I thought.”
“She’s not like Tess,” Jake answered. Tess was naive and somewhat selfish in her choices, but ultimately, she was herself. Olive wasn’t. She changed her hair and personality, trying to fit whatever character she felt would get her what she wanted. “She’s just a girl playing pretend and embarrassing herself. Those people are always horrible in the sack. They never know what they’re doing or what they want.”
“And Lena’s better?”
He groaned, slamming his locker shut. “Jesus fucking Christ, how many times do I have to say we haven’t slept together before you believe me.”
Simone just shook her head, deep blue eyes shining and red lips cast into a frown. “Walk me home?” She asked, stepping toward him with a gentle hand on his chest.
That was their code. It had been for years. A whole year had passed since she last asked him to come home with her, to be with her how they used to be. In that time, she’d slept with Serena’s husband and Etienne. Her having other lovers never bothered him, but the fact that she’d lied about it did. Usually, Jake would push these feelings down and do as Simone wanted, but tonight… After everything that had happened between them and between him and Lena, Jake shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Excuse me?”
“When you slept with Serena’s asshole husband and Etienne, you didn’t tell me because you knew it’d hurt me. But it hurt more knowing you lied. I’m still not in a place where that’s not on my mind.”
Simone laughed humorlessly and shook her head. “Unbelievable. Are you such a child that you can’t get over things that happened months ago?”
Her words cut him to the core, as they always did when he received her ire. “I’m sorry Simone, I just… It wouldn’t feel right.”
“Go on then,” she urged. “Run down to the bar like the good lapdog you are, and when she’s broken your heart, just like I said she would, or you finally decide to grow up, you know where I’ll be. But you’d better have one hell of an apology prepared, or I swear to god, Jake, I’m just going to be through with you.”
Don’t say that… He thought, pain, fear, and sorrow welding to his chest as he watched Simone turn away from him and leave. For a minute, all he could do was stand there and stare at the empty doorway. Would she really be through with him? Would Simone finally abandon him like everyone else had?
A flash of red filled his vision as Lena paused in the doorway. “You coming?” Her voice brought air into his lungs, lifting that feeling from his chest. “Drinks are on Sasha tonight.”
“Yeah,” he said quietly.
“Everything okay?” She asked, narrowing her eyes and tilting her head to the side.
Jake nodded, pulling his thoughts from Simone and her anger and her threats to focus on her. Those green eyes, that red hair, and how her lips curved into a smile only made him want to kiss her again. Lena was here. Even after he’d been an ass and deliberately entertained Tess and Olive to get a rise from the fierce redhead. She was here, looking at him like he mattered like she cared. She does care, he realized.
He cleared his throat and nodded again. “Yeah, everything’s good.”
She smiled, leaning forward on her feet to tap his chest. “You’re it.”
Laughing, he moved forward, laying his hand on her head. “You’re it.”
“You’re it,” she said one last time before turning and bolting down the stairs, laughing as he moved to follow her. “Last one to Ozzy’s has to buy shots!” She screamed through the front room, nothing but a blur of red hair and his leather jacket.
As Jake watched his coworkers, his friends, shoot out of their seats and rush after the woman with shouts and laughs, he couldn’t help but smile. Once he’d finally caught up to her and swept her off her feet, he nearly collapsed as she kicked and squealed. That red hair fell back into his face, filling his nose with sweet cherries and rose as he laughed breathlessly, his lips brushing against the back of her neck. A promise of a kiss. “You’re it, princess.”
“Laugh it up, tough guy,” she said, leaning back into him. “I’m gonna be tagging you right back once you let me go.”
I’ll never let go then, he thought to himself, quietly inhaling her scent, searing it and this moment into his memory. “We’ll see.”
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𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈 .
sentence starters from a discord server. adjust as needed.
“ yeah that’s what I want, sensory assault. ”
“ i can’t believe you make shrekcore look this good. ”
“ who the fuck wets their shoes? ”
“ i will gag them. ”
“ so this pleases the nut. ”
“ ALL THEY DO IS SHIT. ”
“ wait what yeehaw alabama racist figure is this guy? ”
“ please don’t gaslight. ”
“ [name], can you get some taste? ”
“ i wish death on all. ”
“ i don’t think. ”
“ i’m happy but my depression is also back. ”
“ is that a punching bag in the back of your mouth? ”
“ no worries, you’re stupid regardless. ”
“ i mean this in the nicest way possible. shut up. ”
“ wow thank god i wasn’t here when this happened. ”
“ that animal looks like it’s been through hell. ”
“ it’s 7am and too early for this. ”
“ what if i said no. ”
“ i told them it was a social experiment and they fell for the bait. ”
“ goodbye i’m going back to sleep. ”
“ i need to pee so badly. ”
“ can you fuck off? ”
“ we don’t call them hotels, we call them the street. ”
“ is this what it’s like to kiss ass? tastes nasty. ”
“ i’ve never been nice one day in my life i don’t know how you do it. ”
“ who the fuck would fuck yzma?? ”
“ i know you’re a weak bitch. ”
“ i hope you fall off the stairs and break your leg. ”
“ he has tan france energy. ”
“ do you think if i write about my trauma i’ll get a good grade? ”
“ now what the hell is that? ”
“ how about i kill you? ”
“ are you godmodding me? ”
“ my foot up your ass is about to be real life if you don't shut the fuck up. ”
“ even when we’re wrong, we’re right. ”
“ i hope you all die. ”
“ STOP PSYCHOANALYZING ME. ”
“ this was so aggressive, tell me how you really feel. ”
“ every day you wake up and you consciously choose violence. ”
“ fucking doofenshmirtz balloon looking headass. ”
“ bold of you to assume i have any brain left to rot. ”
“ i'm not even hilarious i just need to see a therapist. ”
“ is she meant to have chicken legs? ”
“ i’m gatekeeping. ”
“ you’re going to want to apologize after i beat your ass. ”
“ why are you thinking about a 2000s song? ”
“ ew, why would you do that? ”
“ i hope a pigeon shits on you. ”
“ can you imagine hearing that from a white man ? ”
“ you gotta word things better. ”
“ was that not a proper conclusion to make ? ”
“ no one asked. go back to the life you don’t have. ”
“ manitoba ? the company that manufactures TVS ? ”
“ the ballsack is my daily curse. ”
“ it takes skill to be that effortlessly stupid. ”
“ y’all chose to discourse about men at five fucking am for me. ”
“ this man gives me a major ick. ”
“ i would just call them annoying but that works as well. ”
“ snatch him. you better SNATCH HIM. ”
“ well maybe get some eyes. ”
“ i want a relationship but i also don’t. ”
“ oh who is this paragon of wokeness ? ”
“ oh you were thinking of DEATH ? ”
#rp meme#sentence starters#rp sentence starters#rp memes#prompts#rp prompts#lyric starters#lyric memes#lyric sentence starters#lyric rp meme#mine.
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My LI UK S8E2 thoughts
I can’t get over the age gap with Davide and Gemma it gives me the ick so badly I really hope he doesn’t pick her
I love to see the friendship brewing between Indiyah and Amber and I like how Indiyah was like “no its disrespectful that I can’t remember his (Ikenna’s) name”
I really like Luca’s glasses with the chain… I just really like him idk why even though I have a feeling he might be a fuck boy and if he’s around with Casa Amor I have a bad feeling about it sigh
I feel like Dami isn’t interested in Amber idk I just get the feeling he’s waiting for someone else to come in :/
The way the boys are so confused whenever the girls are mentioned or shown to kiss other girls lol
I’m dying at how Luca asked Paige her favorite sex position then immediately forgot it, I’ll take it that he was flustered and saw Amber’s big reaction to the question and in the moment was like “oh yeah it must be her because of the reaction” because right after it blinked red he was like “oh shit yeah it’s Paige” honestly I think he has the right spirit but is a little confused lol
Andrew looks so much like Curtis I can’t take him seriously I’m sorry
Amber’s evening outfit is stunning
Fuck of course Davide picks Gemma I need this couple to go home NOW its so uncomfortable I actually hate it, should’ve known when Davide says he goes for younger girls but that’s TOO young 🤢
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Plank All Over Me - Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts Edition
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Masterlist
Plank All Over Me Masterlist
“Welcome back to Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts.” James Cordan said to the camera. “I’m here with Tom and Y/n Holland.”
“Oh my God.” Tom looked at you with wide eyes as you both thought the same thing.
“He introduced us.” You realized. “We can’t do our bit.”
“You’re my wife now, darling. You get to do anything you want.” Tom stated at he looked at James. “James, we’re actually Dave and James Franco.”
“Who’s who?” James humored you, well aware of the way you and Tom acted in interviews.
“I’m clearly the James.” You mumbled as you smoothed your dress.
“Dave is more attractive.” Tom shrugged sassily and you made a face at him.
“Can we start the game?” James playfully interrupted and you and Tom sat up straight.
“Yes, sorry.” You nodded as James began to explain the rules of the game. You’d seen the bit enough times to know how to play, so you tuned James out a little. You didn’t mean to, you just had a lot on your mind lately. There was something you needed to tell Tom and you hadn’t found the right way to do it yet.
“The first question is for Y/n and since I love her so much I’m going to give her the hot sauce.” James smiled wickedly as he got the hot sauce in front of you.
“Mmm.” You said sarcastically and grimaced at the camera.
“Who got the drunkest at your wedding?” James read off the card before looking at you. You pursed your lips as you thought about the answer before chuckling.
“Probably Tom.” You laughed as you pointed at your husband who was sat across the table from you. His face lit up with laughter as he folded his arms.
“Yeah, I was gonna say. Ryan Reynolds and I had a drinking competition that I definitely won.” He said smugly, making the audience cheer.
“I never imagined I’d be standing by Blake Lively’s side on my wedding day, screaming “CHUG” at my husband, but I’m glad it happened. You made me proud.” You said to Tom with a fond pout on your face.
“Aw.” Tom held his hand over his heart as you stared at each other lovingly.
“Gross.” James deadpanned, making the two of you laugh.
“Next question is for Tom and I am going to give you the cockroaches.” You said as you spun the table. “Love you, honey.”
“It’s looking at me.” Tom gagged as he picked up a cockroach and quickly dropped it back in the little glass bowl.
“How dare that slutty, dead cockroach stare at you.” You joked. “Tell it you’re married.”
“I swear, you two are the strangest couple I had ever sat with.” James shook his head as he laughed.
“We get that a lot.” You and Tom said in unison.
“Okay, Tom, who is the most unprofessional Avenger on set?” You read off your card before setting it back on the table.
“Ooo. That’s a tough one since they’re all so badly behaved.” Tom clicked his tongue and the audience laughed gleefully.
“No, I’m joking.” He smiled at the reaction. “I’m gonna go with Evans because he’s pretty much a ten year old. Like, he carries around one of those tiny skateboards - what are they called?”
“Tech Decks.” You told him.
“Yeah. He carried around a Tech Deck and runs it over everyone’s arms when we’re blocking scenes.” Tom explained as he did the motion of the mini skateboard on the table.
“I have also seen him covered in Cheeto dust countless times.” You added. “He will straight up come to set with orange fingers. He is the opposite of Captain America.”
“I hate that. We call them Wotsitz in England and it makes me cringe.” Tom shuddered as he moved the table. “James, I’m gonna give you the bird saliva.”
“It looks warm.” James commented as he picked it up to examine it. “That’s so unsettling.”
“Ick.” Tom grimaced and picked up a card. “James, which guest would you not invite back to the show?”
The audience reacted accordingly and you raised your eyebrows at the host.
“I can’t answer that.” James held his hand over his mouth as he stared at the bird saliva in front of him.
“Then why do you get asked that in every installment of Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts?” You asked bluntly, making the audience laugh.
“That’s an excellent question and I’m going to think about it while I drink this bird saliva.” James looked you right in the eyes as he took a sip from the small glass. You cringed when he swallowed it and immediately went to take a sip of water.
“Ew. Is it thick?” You wondered as he coughed into his elbow.
“You don’t want to know.” James said hoarsely, shaking his head.
“Do I go now?” Tom asked, already forgetting the order of turns.
“Yes, you pick for Y/n.” James told him as he wiped his mouth.
“Okay.” Tom smiled deviantly and spun the table. “I’m gonna give you the turkey testicles because I know how much you love-“
“Tom.” You cut him off with a stern look.
“Turkey burgers.” He finished his sentence. “She loves turkey burgers.”
You squinted your eyes at him as he laughed devilishly.
“I’m about to walk out.” You threatened him once your fate was put in front of you.
“It’s not a true interview with us unless one of us threatens to leave.” Tom noted as he picked up his card. “Who do you think is the smallest Avenger?”
“Oh, definitely Mackie.” You answered confidently, relieved you didn’t have to eat the “food” in front of you.
“But he’s taller than me.” Tom tilted his head in confusion and your eyes widened.
“Oh you meant height?” You asked, fully misunderstanding the original question. The audience erupted into laughter and you felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.
“WHAT?” James asked as he wiped tears from his eyes.
“I thought you were asking about something else.” You said sheepishly as you shrunk in your seat.
“This is CBS.” He reminded you and you have an apologetic grin.
“Next question.” You requested, wanted to move on from your lapse in judgment.
“This ones for Tom and I’m giving you the salmon smoothie.” James decided. “Tom, how much did you get paid for Spiderman: Far From Home?”
“Enough to put a 20 karat ring on Y/n’s finger.” Tom response was immediate and you lit up in delight. You held your hand up to your ear so the camera could see it.
“With matching earrings.” You said coyly before letting out a laugh, all while Tom watched you with a childlike grin.
“My turn. I’m gonna give you the tarantula. James.” You decided and picked up a card. “Who was your least favorite guest on Carpool Karaoke?”
You held the card to your chest as you looked at him expectantly, knowing he’d never answer it.
“I can’t answer that.” He shook his head. “I have an answer but I can’t say it.”
“When you met Lin Manuel Miranda, did he bite his lip?” The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Tom burst out laughing at you, knowing exactly what you were talking about.
“Oh my God. She’s obsessed with that one picture of the guy.” Tom explained.
“It’s so funny. EUHYYYHY WE WERE MARRIED THAT NIGHT.” You imitated the countless singing videos of Lin Manuel Miranda you’d seen on Tik Tok that left you in tears of laughter every night.
“I hear this everyday.” Tom told James as you laughed at yourself.
“I can’t. I can’t. Sorry Lin.” You giggled again before calming down.
“Lin was perfectly lovely and we would love to have him back.” James brought the conversation back to the question. “I have an answer but I just can’t say who it was.”
“Then you better put that spider in your mouth.” Tom nodded towards the spider.
“It’s easy. I do it all the time. Wink wink.” You gave the camera an over exaggerated wink.
“Oh My God. Every time.” Tom scolded you as you made yet another innuendo.
“It smells horrible.” James whined as he leaned down to sniff the tarantula.
“Well it’s a dead bug. Were you expecting Japanese Cherry Blossom?” You sassed him.
“Oh God. Here we go.” James plugged his nose and took a tiny bite of the spiders leg.
“How is it?” Tom wondered as he watched in disgust. “Is it crunchy?”
“It’s gooey.” James told him before wiping his face with his napkin.
“I could’ve told you that.” You shrugged, causing Tom to give you a stern look that told you to behave.
“Stop it.” He couldn’t contain his laughter. “Who’s turn is it?”
“It’s my turn to ask Y/n.” James said as he looked around the table for what hadn’t been used yet.
“Fire away.” You said casually despite the butterflies in your tummy over what he could possible ask you.
“Okay Y/n, I’m gonna give you the grasshoppers.” You bit your tongue between your teeth as James moved the table towards you.
“Delicious.” You grimaced as you poked around in the bowl of grasshoppers.
“Y/n, if you had to date one of Tom’s brothers to save his life, which would you pick?” James read off the card and the audience murmured with anticipation.
“How would I get into that situation?” You stalled your answer, knowing you’d have to pick between hurting Toms feelings or eating a bug.
“And how do I prevent her from getting into that situation?” Tom added, making you laugh. He was trying to keep his cool but you knew the question bothered him.
“You have to answer the question or get to eating. Come on now, before they hop away.” James joked, making the audience laugh. You stared into the bowl of grasshoppers and knew there was no way you could put it on your mouth without throwing up. You gulped and looked at your husband, giving him an apologetic pout before looking at James.
“I guess Sam.” You said weakly and quickly moved the grasshoppers away from you.
“Why Sam?” James asked, always trying to get the best response he could.
“That’s not the question.” You quipped as you taped the card with your fingernail.
“I want to know too.” Tom spoke up, making your stomach drop. You shrugged and folded your arms to look relaxed.
“He was the first one that came to mind and I don’t think you’d want me to sit here and go over the pro’s and con’s of dating all your brothers. Plus, he’s a great chef.” You answered, and to your surprise, Tom smiled.
“That’s true.” He nodded. “Good job, baby.”
“Thank you.” You blew him a playful kiss which he caught and then pretended to throw away to get a laugh. You shot him a look before returning your attention to the table.
“Stop it.” You warned. “Who’s turn is it?”
“It’s your turn, Mrs. Holland.” Tom said, always taking the opportunity to call you that.
“Okay. I’m gonna give you the bulls penis.” You said lovingly as you moved the table.
“You’re too kind, my love.” He teased as it landed in front of him.
“I know. It’s my gift since you always give me the-“
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Tom cut you off. “I don’t even want to know how it ends.”
“Fine. I won’t.” You gave the audience a pointed look and they laughed at your antics. You picked up your card and read the question, immediately laughing at what it asked. You were about to read the question when an idea popped into your head. Tom noticed the way your expression changed and sensed something was up.
“Oh no. I’m scared already.” He smiled nervously as you looked at the card again. Finally, you looked Tom in the eye and gave him a soft smile.
“Are you excited to be a father?” You asked the question that had been weighing on your mind ever since you took a pregnancy test in an airport bathroom two days ago. You wanted to break the news in a memorable way, and constantly being on planes or in cars made that difficult.
This show, however, made it easy.
Toms face melted from a playful smile to wide eyes at your question. The audience quieted down as everyone waited for Tom’s response.
“What?” He asked slowly, studying your face closely to see if you were joking.
“That’s what it says.” You put it simply, makes Toms face shift into a smile. James took the card fork where you had set it down, knowing damn well his writers hadn’t put that as a question, and read it.
“This card says “how big is it?”” James read off the card as he looked at you, making you chuckle slightly.
“I took a creative liberty.” You shrugged. Tom and James looked at each other, both thinking the other was up to something.
“Are you pregnant?” Tom leaned closer to you from across the table to ask.
“You don’t get to ask a question until you’ve chosen what food I have to eat.” You reminded him as you gestured to the table.
“Not to make this about me, but It’s also not your turn.” James threw in a joke as he watched the drama unfold.
“Cow tongue.” Tom said quickly and shifted the table so the cow tongue was in front of you. He looked up at you with all the hope in the world as you gagged at the tongue. “There. Are you really pregnant?”
“Oof.” You blew out a breath. “That’s a toughy.”
“That’s a toughy?” Tom asked in exasperation. You could see his leg bouncing under the table from anticipation but you wanted to drag it out just a little longer.
“Yeah. I mean, I really want to tell you, but this cow tongue also looks really good.” You teased him, making him let out a whine.
“She’s got a point, there.” James nodded, squeezing your hand under the table to congratulate you.
“No she doesn’t!” Tom exclaimed. “Baby? Are you actually pregnant?”
You knew Tom couldn’t take the suspense anymore and broke into a grin.
“Yes.” You told him. “I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant.”
“Really? We’re gonna have a baby?” Toms eyes welled with tears as he covered his mouth with both his hands. He’d been wanting to start a family for a while now but you hadn’t had any luck in conceiving.
Until now.
“Yeah, honey. We’re gonna have a baby.” You reached across the table and rubbed his hand with your thumb before pointing finger guns at the camera. “Keep watching to find out who the father is!”
The audience, who had been busy cheering at your news, switched to laughter.
“She’s kidding. It’s me.” Tom assured the audience.
“He’s kidding.” You insisted. “It’s Benedict!”
“Congratulations to the both of you.” James said sincerely. “I think that just about wraps this up this segment. My producer is going to be very happy with me for getting that information out of you without even asking.”
“You’re welcome.” You smiled at him as he leaned in to press a congratulatory kiss on your cheek. Tom finally broke out of his shocked state and got out of his chair, rushing to you and practically pulling you out of your seat to hug you. His hug was firm but gentle all at the same time, especially around your tummy. He pressed your face into his neck and you heard him sniffle, making you take his hand and put it on your tummy.
“We have about three minutes of commercial break. Excellent job guys.” James said as he got out of his seat. “That was definitely the best Spill Your Guts we’ve ever done. I might have to hire Y/n as a writer here.” He joked.
“Thanks for having us James. All three of us.” You said as you pulled away from Tom. Tom kept a protective hand on your tummy as you rubbed circles on his back.
“I can’t believe you’re pregnant. I’m so happy for you both. That’s beautiful.” James shook Toms hand to congratulate him as well.
“Well when you plank all over someone and don’t use a-
“That’s enough.” Tom cut you off but kept his smile on. “That’s enough for today.”
You leaned into him and took his hand, kissing the back of it as you all walked back towards the main stage.
“Can you believe we met planking on each other for a video and now we’re having a baby?” You asked him.
“I know.” He shook his head in pleasant shock. “We should name our baby BBC, since we met at BBC radio 1.
“You suggesting that tells me you don’t know the other meaning of BBC.” You laughed as you took a seat on James’s couch.
“What’s the other meaning?” Tom looked at you in confusion. You laughed gleefully and patted Toms cheek, always delighted by his innocence.
“Oh, Tom.” You sighed. “I’ll let you google that one.”
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the first “i love you.”
@anon: hi !! saw u were looking for requests and i thought i would send one in 😈 i've been having nanami + maki brainrot like crazy 😫😫 could i rq headcanons abt their first "i love you"'s to their s/o? like who would say it first, how long it'd take, if it'd be random, + other things like that? hope that made sense haha hope ure doing super well!! take care of urself 💖
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featuring nanami kento and zenin maki
genre fluff
all works (c) aimaki 2021. please don’t steal, plagiarize or repost
— nanami kento
you’d probably be the first to say “i love you.”
it’s not like he didn’t love you - on the contrary, he loved you to the moon and back - it’s just that he never felt the need to say it out loud
he loved you, and you knew that, didn’t you? to him, small acts of service were better than any words he could say to express his feelings towards you
you, however, felt the need to tell him. to you, there was no better way to show him you loved him than by saying it
it took you a while to build up the courage to say it, but when you did, it felt just right
right before he went to work, you engulfed nanami in a big hug, smiling giddily into his chest and trying to contain your blush - this never got old
your heart racing, you mumbled a small “i love you,” unsure of whether you wanted him to hear you or not
he did, pressing a kiss to your forehead and muttering an “i love you,” back
— zenin maki
personally, i feel like maki would prefer to be the first to say “i love you.”
she didn’t have the best upbringing and it resulted in her disliking the feeling of commitment unless she initiated it
which is why you saying it first would give her an ‘ick’ of sorts. she wished it didn’t, but she couldn’t help it after living in an environment like that for so long
part of you knew this, so you were patient with her, despite wanting to tell her badly
it was worth it though, because the pure joy you felt when she said she loved you was a one-of-a-kind feeling you knew you’d never feel again
“i love you,” maki said, “and thank you for being there for me,” she added
a smile spread across your face and you cupped her face, kissing her on the nose then saying, “anything for you.”
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hello whaddup im back and i still need some sharky fix 🦈
how about a super fluffy fic where reader is feeling extra vulnerable, soft, and clingy? and somehow she just really missed barba even if he just went out that day to meet with some prospect firm partners, and he comes home to her wearing his harvard hoodie and hugging a big shark plushie 🥺
(here are some of the prompts, lol)
• “I might've slept napped with your shirt when you were gone.”
• “If my arms are your safe space, so that’s where you’ll be sleeping tonight.”
could really use a super fluff n sweet sharky fic rn 😭🥺💖 thank u !!! 🥰
ok that second prompt is worded so badly, I had to fix it lol.
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You sat on your couch flipping through channels, not really focusing on any of the shows. You kept eyeing the door, willing it open. You checked your phone every five seconds, praying for it to buzz.
Finally, you heard a click on the lock of your front door, and it swung open as your boyfriend walked in.
“Baby!!” You practically leapt into his arms, ecstatic to see him.
“Ay, Sharky,” He stumbled backwards with a laugh. “You have got to stop doing that without warning, I’m an old man, I have brittle bones,”
“I mean, you said it,” You smiled at him with a tongue sticking out.
“Uh huh…” His eyes trailed down your body. “Is that my HARVARD hoodie?”
“I might've napped with it when you were gone,” You confessed.
“Oh God, Sharky..” He shook his head. “I can’t remember the last time I washed that thing, it probably smells awful,”
“It smells like you,” You gave yourself a hug, pulling it around your body. “So yes, it stinks like hell,” You giggled, prompting him to pick you up and tickle you.
“Ick, it smells like college,” He put you down with a grossed out face.
“What? It smells like coffee and cologne,” You sniffed the hoodie. “You smell like this literally all the time, Rafa,”
“I don’t wear that cologne anymore, that was my college cologne,”
“Oh good lord you have ‘college cologne’?” You rolled your eyes. “Wait…”
You sniffed it harder. “Baby is that….AXE body spray?!”
“It was the thing, okay?!” He defended himself as he walked to the bedroom, you quickly trailed behind him.
“I’m sure it was,” You nodded.
“Why are you up anyway Sharky?” He asked as he began to undress. “It’s almost 3 am, I thought you’d be snoring away by now,”
“I don’t SNORE!” You hit him.
“Don’t worry mi amor, it’s a cute snore,” He leaned over and kissed you as he unbuttoned his shirt and placed it neatly on the dresser.
“Well, you were taking a really long time with your date….”
“Investor,” He corrected you.
“Yeah your WOMAN investor,” You retorted a little harsher than you meant to.
“Carino…” He took off his belt and threw it on the bed before taking your face in his hands. “You know she has a thing for me, it was the only way to convince her to you know, give us money?”
“Yeah, I know...THAT’S what I was worried about,” You huffed with a roll of your eyes.
“My my my, the great Y/N is threatened by a bottom feeder?” He smirked as he resumed undressing, his pants were off next.
“I am not THREATENED,” You scoffed, to which Rafael gave you a knowing look. “I’m NOT,” You insisted.
“I just...I didn’t know how far you’d take it,” You looked down at the floor, embarrassed. Rafael stopped doing everything he was doing and took you in his arms, making you look at him.
“I would never, EVER do that to you, Sharky,” He looked at you seriously. “Never, in a million years,”
“...I know,” You looked down again. “I just...I don’t feel...confident, or in charge anymore, I don’t feel...safe,” You sighed.
“I always felt safe in the courtroom, somewhere I knew I belonged. Without that I am just flailing, and doubting everything,” You bit your lip and looked towards the window behind you, too embarrassed to look at Rafael. But you needed him to hear the last part.
“....Except when I’m with you,” You finally made yourself look into his piercing green irises.
You expected him to chuckle, or roll his eyes in amusement at your confession, but he didn’t. He didn’t make fun of you for feeling comfortable in a place most people felt uncomfortable. He didn’t tease you at the fact that you basically just recited a line from a rom com; He just took both of your hands and led you to the bed.
“....What are you doing?” You asked him with a confused expression.
“If my arms are your safe space, that’s where you’ll be sleeping tonight,” He smiled warmly at you as he wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you as close into his body as he could. He was right; in this spot, in his arms, you felt totally and completely safe. Something you thought you’d never have.
Suddenly Rafael was moving away from you, pulling at the hoodie you still had on.
“What is happening right now?” You asked in a sarcastic tone.
“You can stay, but that hoodie is OUT,” He explained as he pulled off the hoodie, revealing that it was literally the only form of clothing you had on.
“Mmmmm, see now why would I want anything else besides these?” He took your breasts and fondled them in his hands.
“I don’t know, Big Spender Brenda had some pretty impressive ones,” You remarked as you resumed your little spoon position, Rafael’s arms now cradled your bosoms.
“Nahh, those are totally plastic,” He chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I like them au naturale,”
“Noted,” You smiled as you nodded off to sleep in your safe space, Rafael Barba’s embrace.
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May I request a Mista x reader with shower sex involved? Reader tells Mista he needs a wash but in the end he’s dirtier in the shower. ;)
A dirty man. Filthy man. Rat boy. I love Mista so much but I agree that he smells.
I’m also counting this as my 444 bc uh.... I can. Fuck it!
Warnings: Shower sex, not sfw, gentle lovin fuckin thats all
“You are not getting in bed smelling like that, I just washed the sheets.” You scolded, crossing your arms as your boyfriend tried to slip into bed. He had just gotten back from a mission and was exhausted, but he also was covered in filth, even more so than usual.
“But baaaabe, can’t I shower in the morning? Please?” He pouted, and usually you would give in, but this time… Well, Mista looked like he had just sloughed through the local sewage pipe, and that was where you drew the line.
“Nope, not this time. You’re too filthy, how can you even stand to be like this. I’ll get you a fresh towel, and strip out of your clothes. We’re putting it in the wash tonight, I have a feeling it’ll still stink through the night if we don’t.” You told him, not leaving any more room for discussion and you walked over to the connecting bathroom to your shared bathroom, reaching to grab a towel and turn the shower on so the water was hot and ready for him. You turned to see Mista stripped down, and you gulped, feeling your face heat up as you looked away.
“Well, you seem ready. I’ll start a load of laundry, here’s the towel. And make sure to use soap, Guido.” You told him, trying to feign annoyance. Mista just laughed, walking on over without a care in the world.
“If you’re so worried about me being clean, why don’t you come in with me?” He teased, looking at you almost hungrily. You gasped as he pulled at your clothing, urging you to take it all off.
“Guido, you need to focus on actually getting clean…” You mumbled, trying to duck past him, but to no avail.“Come on, we’re saving water! Two showers at once!” He ushered you into the bathroom, and you sighed, pulling off your clothes. At least this way you could make sure Mista washed himself off. The two of you hopped into the shower, you immediately grabbing the soap. You knew your boyfriend would attempt something soon, but he was going to get a scrubbing down first. You huffed as you lathered up the bar of soap, starting to help scrub Mista down.“What did you even get into? A garbage disposal?” You asked, sighing as the dirt and ick washed off his body. That’s better, at least. Manageable.
“It’s actually a funny story, you know. I had to go chase a garbage truck after-” Mista started, but you just shook your head, moving to wash Mista’s face.
“Then I don’t wanna hear it. Your stories never make sense anyway.” You teased, finally finishing up cleaning the man up and moving to yourself, sighing a bit. Mista just smiled, wrapping his arms around you and murmuring into your neck.
“We haven’t done something like this in a while, you know…” He told you, and you just sighed, putting down the soap as to not drop it.
“Because you have to be talked into a shower.” You teased, causing him to roll his eyes. You gasped as Mista started to grind against your ass, making it very clear that he was very turned on. You moved to look back at him the best you could, biting your lip all the while. Mista just gasped, grabbing onto you all the more to press you up again the wall.
“We have the chance now though, don’t we?” He asked you, practically growling into your ear. “All you gotta do is ask, cara.”
Oh, he had you now. Mista loved to hear you beg, loved to watch the way his voice made you shudder for him. He loved when you were needy, wanting him badly. You gasped, spreading your legs for him and smiling.
“Come on, then. Fuck me, Guido.” You replied. He practically jumped on the chance, pushing into you almost immediately. You moaned at the feeling, rolling your head back to look at him, trying to kiss him the best you could. Mista kissed you back with a heady groan, beginning to roll his hips at a fast needy pace.
“God, you’re so tight… Fuck, baby, feels so good!” Mista groaned out as he threw his head into your shoulder, holding your hips tight enough to leave bruises. You just gasped, bucking back into his needy thrusts.
“God, yes Guido! Please, more!” Well, if there was one thing the two of you could do, it was egg each other on. You both seemed to babble out praises for each other at the same consistency, leaving the bathroom to be filled with the sound of the two of you begging and praising each other, sloshing water, and wet slapping. You whined as Mista kissed your neck, reaching around to try and hold onto him. Mista just grabbed your arm as leverage and pulled you back more onto his cock, leaving you to moan at the new depth he reached. You had to grab onto something to make sure you didn’t slip and fall. The pleasure of it all was intense and amazing.
“P-Please, more, fuck me more, Guido! P-Please!” You moaned out, Mista groaning into your ear and panting.
“F-Fuck, you like my cock, dolcezza? You like when I fuck you like this?” He asked. You just moaned, nodding rapidly.
“Yes, fuck yes, Guido! P-Please, I’m getting close, god, please!” You moaned out, squirming a bit to try to bring Mista even closer. You were definitely getting close, feeling yourself starting to clamp down on him. He just groaned, and you felt his own thrusts getting sloppy.
“F-Fuck, cum for me, please!” Mista groaned out, his thrusts speeding up as you finally got your release, moaning out Mista’s name loudly as euphoria washed over you. Somewhere in the mix of it all, you felt Mista pull out and finish on your back, the warm ropes causing you to shudder a bit. You gasped as you came down from your high, turning to kiss your lover passionately. In hindsight, you might be dirtier than when you got in the shower, sweat and cum slowly washing down the drain. When the two of you finally pulled away from the drain, you laid your head against Mista’s chest, listening to how his heart was slowly moving back to a steady beat.
“God… That was great baby, thank you.” You smiled. Mista just chuckled a bit, running a hand through your wet hair.
“Just let me know when you’re ready for round two, alright cara?” He told you. You looked up, a bit shocked, but he just smiled.
“Hey, you said you didn’t want to clean the sheets! Here, it washes all down the drain, no mess.” Mista defended. You just laughed, shaking your head.
“I thought you were tired.” You teased, but he just smiled a bit.
“Well cara, seeing you fills me with lots of energy.”
#mista/reader#mista x reader#guido mista/reader#guido mista x reader#not sfw#writing#mine#jjba/reader#jjba x reader#jjba imagines#Anonymous
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Sticky ficky 5, the one where we get some Jude AngstTM. @coffee-and-corsets said sticky ficky, so @coffee-and-corsets gets some sticky ficky. Hope y’all like my attempt at sticky hand induced tears lol
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She’d told him she’d be right back, she’d never even thought that she’d be the target.
She’d planned everything around Oak being the target of the Undersea’s planning. She hadn’t ever considered she’d be in danger.
She was stupid, stupid, stupid. So naïve to leave without backup, so idiotic to think herself above capture, so dumb not to require Cardan save her if she was ever taken prisoner.
What was he doing now? Did he celebrate not having her around? Was Elfhame burning as he and the rest of the Gentry frittered their lives away at some party or another?
Thwip
She frowned at the little sticky hand, blue as the swirling water around her prison, as it smacked half-heartedly against her cell wall. Covered in briny dust from the dried saltwater that also caked her skin, it had long lost all its stickiness.
He’d given it to her at the party, when he’d told her she was wearing a nice dress. Why hadn’t she thanked him then? Why had she only offered a snippish remark and a rude gesture? Was his smile genuine or had it been mocking?
Why had she kept the little blue hand?
She’d held onto it when her guards threw her into the cell. It was all she had left of her life above.
For whatever reason she had kept it originally, she was glad now that she had it. It was all she had left of her sanity. It was all she had left of him.
Thwip
She knew she shouldn’t be crying, that tears would exacerbate her dehydration, but she couldn’t help the way sobs started to wrack her body. It’d been so long since she’d had enough fresh water, food that wasn’t rotten. She knew her guards watched her, knew that she was supposed to be glamoured, knew that she had to eat the slop they give her to keep up her act.
She couldn’t help but weep for when she’d been nothing more than Jude Duarte, Seneschal to the High King of Elfhame, for when her greatest worry was keeping Cardan sober enough to avoid a diplomatic incident.
Thwip
She cursed violently and threw the useless hand across the damp room, so hurt by the way it limply bounced on the sandstone floor that she lashed out and punched the wall.
Blood gushed over her ruined knuckles and she found that, despite her sobbing, no more tears were coming. Her whole body shook from starvation and her head pounded like it was seconds away from cracking open.
Her head hadn’t hurt this badly since the morning after she got drunk in the Court of Shadows. She had no recollection of what happened after she’d made it about halfway through her wine bottle, but she did remember waking up with a pink glittery sticky hand wrapped around her right index finger.
She had spent that morning trying desperately to remember the night previous, because she knew that a sticky hand always meant Cardan was involved, but she couldn’t for the life of her conjure up any reliable memories.
For an hour or two, she had considered simply asking Cardan what had happened, but then she remembered his affinity for smacking her ass and she recalled their night in the chamber behind the throne, and she had decided that maybe she didn’t want to know what drunken antics she was capable of getting up to with a sticky hand and the High King. Any time she’d put more than a second’s thought to the subject after that, her cheeks had grown feverish and she had found herself looking for an excuse to leave.
She had put the pink glittery sticky hand in her bedside drawer, under her favorite nerf gun, and promptly set about doing everything she could to forget about it.
She had succeeded until that very moment.
Jude Duarte, captured Seneschal to the High King of Elfhame, held her crippled hand to her chest and basked in memories of her king. She allowed her thoughts to travel to the way he lounged across his throne, his crown always dangerously tipped to one side. She recalled how he nervously offered her a glimpse of his tail the night she tied him up. Her heart fluttered at the mental image of how he looked, naked to his skin and propped over her on a bench in a secret room behind his throne.
She tried to feel something other than sorrow, and she miserably failed.
Balekin had forced her to kiss him the way she would’ve kissed Cardan. She technically didn’t have to, but she knew what he would’ve expected and she knew he thought her glamoured. When she kissed him the way she’d wanted to kiss the High King, her heart had broken in ways she didn’t even want to consider.
But, left alone with a bleeding hand and a useless children’s toy that only reminded her of the one she missed most, what else did she have to think about?
Her kisses with Cardan had all been full of vitriol, that’s just the way they were with one another. With nothing to do but stare at the wall and imagine, Jude had begun to wonder what it would be like to kiss him with something other than hatred on her lips. How would he have reacted if, that night behind the throne, she had pressed a sweet kiss to his jaw instead of biting a vicious mark into his neck? Would he have held her softer? Would his tail, which had wrapped possessively around her thigh, have delicately caressed up her side instead?
Would she have liked it?
In the pit of her stomach, Jude found herself fearful that she might never find out, that her only chance at a loving embrace had been cruelly ripped from her by the evil elder brother of the man she wished had offered it instead. As time passed, her heart hardened around the idea that she would become just like the drowned ones, that she’d be left down here alone, that Cardan didn’t actually care for her enough to rescue her.
Jude picked the sticky hand up again and wrapped it around the index finger of her left hand, keeping her bloodied right hand to her chest as she tried to drown her thoughts in the mindless target practice that she’d already spent what felt like a lifetime enduring.
Thwip
Thwip
Thwi-ick
The sticky hand caught on a jagged edge of a sandstone block, the ring finger of the little blue hand ripping away and bouncing off into the darkness.
She let her left hand fall into her lap, the sticky hand flopping to the ground like a dead fish.
Broken by Faerie, she thought as her eyes lazily dragged from the hand to her own left ring finger. A thing of mortal creation, not made to last in a world as beautiful and cruel as this.
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I’m trying to decide on the next chapter. Either I can skip straight to Jude-in-exile AngstTM feat. Cardan AngstTM, or I can try my hand at some sticky-hand-induced diet smutTM from their wedding night (I know they didn’t fully do the do but that doesn’t have to mean nothing happened.) so y’all get to help me decide how I use the Sticky Ficky to torture you next lmao. There is nothing this crack fic can’t do y’all I promise I WILL find a way to write in sticky hands.
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Tag list: @cardan-greenbriar-tcp @hizqueen4life @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 @thewickedkings @aelin-queen-of-terrasen @cheekycheekycheeks @queen-of-glass @b00kworm @doingmyrainbow @andromeddea
#cardan greenbriar#jude duarte#tfota#jurdan#judecardan#the wicked king#the great sticky hand war#sticky ficky#tyrannosaurus lex writes#im so fucking sorry#my name is lex and i write bullshit#i really said hey look lets maim the sticky hand just like jude lol#i WILL write sticky ficky smut that is a threat#crack fic
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Thank you @a-fritterer for tagging me. Prepare for a lot of answers in the negative
1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?
It was my mum so I’m confident that she did
2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?
No, 18 is slightly on the young side. Plus, I had to deal with many of them at uni last year and it made me realise what a difference 3 years can make
3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?
Probably never, if I’m going to have mixed feelings about something, it’s not going to be that mix
4. Would you ever smile at a stranger?
I do if I accidentally make eye-contact just to be polite
5. Is there someone who’s mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?
I’m not dating anyone so no
6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?
Yes, a song my grandad loved came on shuffle
7. What exactly are you wearing right now?
Gryffindor pyjamas
8. How often do you listen to music?
All day, every day
9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?
Jeans
10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2014?
Wow, you can really tell the age of this game. In hindsight, I would say my life has changed, I feel like I know myself much better which has made me a lot happier. Even when life isn’t going great, at least I know who I am and no longer feel lost in my own body and mind
11. Are you a social or antisocial person?
I’m pretty social when I’m with people I know and like
12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter “A”?
Yes, it’s not a pleasant memory though
13. What about “R”?
No
14. Can you drive a stick shift?
Technically yes but not legally
15. Do you care if people talk badly about you?
Yes, I’m pretty paranoid about that. It’s turned me into a chronic people pleaser
16. Are you going out of town soon?
No
17. When was the last time you cried?
Whenever I watched series 2 of Derry Girls. The last episode made me cry, no shame
18. Have you ever told someone you loved them?
Platonically, lots. I tell my friends and family I love them all the time. Romantically, that person whose name begins with A and there are regrets
19. If you could change your eye colour, would you?
No, my eyes are the only thing I’m happy with
20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for?
Jeon Jungkook lol
21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having
I feel like it’s been a day of Procrastination because I’m so tired-out from my mum’s birthday party yesterday
22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?
I like the thought of it. And I love it in fanfic, it makes me soft
23. Are you dating the last person you talked to?
No
24. What are you sitting on right now?
My bed
25. Does anyone regularly tell you they love you (other than family)?
@penicillinjimin tells me at least semi-regularly
26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?
No
27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?
My nan
28. Do you get a lot of colds?
Yes, RIP me every winter
29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from?
I want to say Primark but I don’t know
30. Does anyone hate you?
Probably
31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room?
I can drink legally, I do34n’t need to be hiding it
32. Do you like watching scary movies?
I can take it or leave it
33. Do you want your tongue pierced?
Honestly, the thought gives me the ick
34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?
If I had to, the year of the “A” but I don’t really want to. I think I wouldn’t be the person I am now if I deleted it, and for the worse because that was the start of a very long journey of realising I was asexual. I think that about all my experiences, good and bad, they shaped the person I am today
35. Did you have a dream last night?
No
36. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?
My mum yesterday
37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?
And not push away and guy that pays attention to me out of fear? lol
38. Do you think someone has feelings for you?
Not anymore they don’t, I made sure of that
39. Do you think someone is thinking of you right now?
The person reading this? Am I funny yet?
40. Did you have a good day yesterday?
Yes
41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?
No
42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl?
No
43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?
No
44. What’s the best part about school?
I loved learning but I didn’t like the other children
45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?
Other than my profile picture, they’re all about 5 years old because I hide from cameras
46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school?
Do people actually do that?
47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head?
I try to surpress it
48. Were you single over the last summer?
I’m the hopeless romantic that’s forever alone
49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago?
Not really
50. What are you supposed to be doing right now?
Whatever I feel like
51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?
No, I don’t waste my time like that. I waste it in infinite other ways instead
52. Are you nice to everyone?
Even when I don’t want to be. I just can’t be rude
53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?
Friend-wise, yes
54. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?
Definitely yes. Even if I weren’t asexual, it would be yes. I absolutely despise cheating. My friend cheated on her boyfriend once and we had a massive row about it because she didn’t like that I wasn’t on her side
55. Are you good at hiding your feelings?
Yes, I cover them up with other feelings. It’s my special skill
56. Do you think you like someone?
It’s very hard for me to tell. It requires a 10-page thesis for me to work these things out. Not that it really matters because like I said, I get scared and turn into a bitch to push people away
57. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with a “J”?
Yes - spin the bottle. I got dragged into it
58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?
Boys. I think that’s more because it’s what I’m used to from when I was at school
59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry?
Yes
60. Do you hate anyone?
No, I get fairly apathetic
61. How’s your heart?
I’ll ask it. “Hey heart, how you doing?” It says da-dum
62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?
Yes
63. Have you ever cried over a guy
Yes, I was an idiot.
64. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?
Nobody I can think of
65. Are your toenails painted pink?
No
66. Will your next kiss be a mistake?
I hope not
67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry, correct?
I feel like “love” is the wrong word. Boys should be encouraged to show their emotions though, crying is good for you
68. Have your trousers even fallen down in public?
No
69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with?
My mum when we were in proper lockdown
70. How do you look right now?
A face only a mother could love. It’s bedtime so there’s no make-up and my hair’s a mess
71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?
No
72. Can you commit to one person?
Yes
73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?
No
74. Have you ever felt replaced?
Yes
75. Did you wake up cranky?
No
76. Are you a jealous person?
Yes, I try to keep a check on it though
77. Are relationships ever worth it?
I like tot think that they are, but maybe fiction has given me an idealistic view point
78. Anyone you’re giving up on?
No
79. Currently wanting to see anyone?
My friends
80. Name something you have to do tomorrow?
Brush my teeth
81. Last person you cried in front of?
I actually don’t remember
82. Is there someone you will never forget?
Many
83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you?
Yes, Jungkook is my man and he is protective of all ARMY (I’m joking, don’t worry I’m not crazy. Just spicing my answers up)
84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
85. Are you over your past?
Is anyone ever? Like I said before, I think it’s all important to who I am now so I keep key elements of it fresh in my mind as reminders to not make the same mistakes and let myself get hurt like that again
86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?
Yes
87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?
No
88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?
I don’t know about “true love” but if the person I thought I loved came to my door, I would tell them to fuck off
89. The last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM, do you let them in?
It’d probably be an emergency and we’re not on bad terms as such so yeah
90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?
No, they hating came later
91. Will you be in a relationship in two months?
I highly doubt it
92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael?
My mum’s friend
93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew?
No
94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going?
I was emotionally invested in my relationship with the Jungkook photocard I had on the wall next to my bed. It was at head height when I sat down so when I was going through tough times, I would talk to it so I didn’t feel so lonely. It was an amazing listener lol. And it’s answer was always “love yourself” and I’d say “You’re right as always. Thanks Kookie” (I swear I’m not crazy)
95. Were you happy with the person you liked in march?
Same as January
96. Is the last person you texted attractive?
Objectively speaking I think @penicillinjimin is very pretty. I don’t find her attractive but that’s nothing personal
97. Who do you have texts from?
Domino’s (with discount codes, it’s true love)
98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?
Ok?
99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?
No
100. Who’s in your profile picture with you?
It’s just me
101. Ever kissed under fireworks?
No, fireworks are there to be seen guys
102. Has anybody ever given you butterflies?
Yes
Tagging whoever wants to do it
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liveblog: yuri on ice!!, ep. 6
episode 6:
i hoenstly watch the opening every time it’s truly amazing
like i love that the skating is set to the music
born to make history!
“it’s been a while since i’ve flown in coach. do you have to ask for the champagne?”
literally i can only imagine this XD
“how can i sleep in a tiny seat like this?”
the next scene is victor sleeping on yuuri
i can’t believe victor even asked that question given how badly he’s trying to seduce yuuri
leo de igelsia!!!!!
JEAN JACQUES LEROY!!
i’m hoenstly so hype for jj
“will the power of love keep his hopes alive?”
me as an announcer
it... hurts me that i’ve heard two people doubt victor
PHICHIT!!!!!!!
phichit calls celstino ”ciao ciao” fucking cute
georgi!!!! my dramatic depressed goth
it’s canon that victor wears thongs under his pants
so lpease... someone send me those fics my way i would apprecaite that
victor... really is out here claiming yuuri
dedication
god hell YEAH CHRIS!!!!!!!!
“i guess your new master must be giving you very thorough training, eh?”
chris comes on the scene, immediatel overtly sexual, and i love him
“you’r ein better shape than last year”
so it’s canon that chris feels yuuri up on the reg cause how else would he know that
is that what a swiss accent sounds like though?
phichit!!!!!!!!!!!
i honestly love all the skaters so everyone gets exclamation marks
SHALL WE SKAATTEE?????
i’m already tearing up??
i’m emotional
“i’m gonna make this music mine!”
i’m so proud of him
no he feel but he got back uo!
i’m so proud of phichit he skated so welll!!!!!!
“the time to seduce me picturing pork cutlet bowls is over. at this point you can do it just by being yourself. you figured that ou tby now, haven’t you?”
an then, the hand scene
i had to puase beausei need to scream about this
again, victor is operating under the assumption that yuuru KNEW they interacted at the banquet last year - had a grand old time dancing, stripping, and talking about coaching
BUT, and i hoenstly love victor for this
he meets yuuri and yuuri is Not Ready(tm) ofr shit like that, and victor respects that, honestly, and encourages and supports yuuri
(but like, youknow still gotta show off the goods beause they are Great and also shit victor’s falling for katsudon)
and here they are, at the china cup, both having matured in ther own way
and victor is comforting and encoruaging yuuri to truly feel the eros (please yuuri continue to seduce me and not an imitation of me)
when yuuri leaned into victor’s face so fast...
when i tell you tha ti thoguht they were gonna kiss so i gasped
i’m ot lying
even though i know the kiss comes the next episode
the interlocking fingers! INITIATED BY YUURI!
“watch me victor. don’t take your eyes off me”
jsus christ the tension is thick between these two hoenstly
yuuri.... icked his lips
i’m dead
god
the CONFIDENCE!!!!!!!!!
victor’s affected and so am i
also, hav e i mentioned how much i LOVE the professional commentary
yuuri is truly so fucking motivated because people are jealous of him for having victor to himself
he’s petty and i support him
“nobody else can satisfy victor - only me. nobody else knows victor’s love - i’m the only one.”
literally why do we even need to write fanfic for this eries when the series gives us lines like this
106.84... my amazing son
georgi’s... makeup...
this dramatic goth
LEO DE LA IGLESIA!!!
god fuck this song is good
i’m honestly so hear fo the hip-hop elements of the song and the skating
ohymgod
yes
YES
fucking chris’ performance
im nt ready but i am
ASS
“i wanna take it slow so i can peak at the grand prix final”
ASS
again, please, someone send me some fics involving chris giacometti becuase i love him
“i think i’m going to cum”
bghilisehhvg
i lvoe him truly
me as nina
“is it just me or does the ice look soaking wet?”
“plus i’m good at coming from behind”
i truly love chris
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