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#bc it suits her bc she wants to bother me. and then she tells ME to stop and ‘do whatever I want’
briarhips · 2 years
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Positivity post for voluntarily, contentedly religious ppl who are constantly targeted with casual spiritual abuse by those who should be reinforcing that faith instead of trying to shake it loose with their absurd backwards self serving ideas and pettiness
#mine#:))))) my mom and her hideous habit of quoting Facebook posts of Hadith and random mufti statements whenever we’re at peace together abt how#u MUST get married as a woman#it’s just straight up not true but she wants it to be soooo bad#I sent her 15+ screenshots in retaliation knowing she’d not read them all or perhaps any just bc well. if she’s going to stoop so low why#cant I. I’ve endured it REPEATEDLY and I am tired#fuck context fuck everything right? suddenly islam is totalitarian and black and white#bc it suits her bc she wants to bother me. and then she tells ME to stop and ‘do whatever I want’#and it took so much willpower not to say more#but she starts it. every damn time. 40+ and SHEEEE starts it and I KNOW god sees and I do hope god asks every parent like her why they had#no fear of driving their children away from Islam w their constant convenient fucking misquoting#I told her however I leave and whenever I do will be my business between god and I and I’m not ruining my life over a FB post by an#insensitive irresponsible mufti who faces no repercussions for whatever he may say on the Internet#if I follow the advice of a clearly unnuanced out of context decree how is that going to be anything but my stupid fault? how can I pin#tangible blame on an internet stranger no matter how allegedly qualified when so distant? god gave me brains!!! god gave me brains and if#that makes me my mother’s personal torment rather than the coolness of her eyes I’m SO sorry but I actually can’t be#the FB post was talking abt more than not getting married. it said if ur parents are abusive and ur a girl how can u escape and does god not#care abt ur pain in the event that u stand up for urself? and ofc the mufti didn’t touch any of that. no reassurance no comfort just cold#get married or just fucking die. except that’s not how God works at all and anyone w half a brain knows it
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houseofhopeofficial · 5 months
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Baldurs Gate 3 characters : what are they like when theyre sick?
So I do this shit for my current hyperfixation every time I get sick/have a migraine BC it brings me the kind of joy I really need on days like this.
Astarion
You'd think he gets sick like a Victorian child, asking Tav to be taken to the garden to see the sun one last time before the consumption takes hold. But for the most part, you'd be wrong. He is dramatic for sure and he does complain he has to do everything himself while shuffling around in a blanket and slippers but it's normally not without merit. He's a lot sicker than he's actually letting on, caught between wanting your help and maybe your sympathy but definitely not your pity. Probably feels the need to hide it from his days with Cazador, lest he set Dalryia on him since she's the family doctor. He doesn't want you to ACTUALLY help him feel better with medicine and soup and attention. He just wants someone to wave a magic wand and make him better again instantly and the fact you're obviously choosing not to do that has him a little testy. I think a romanced astarion would be more tolerant of your coddling and eventually come to seek it out. He just wants head pats and soothing words like "you killed so many goblins yesterday well done" and " your enemies all died screaming"
Karlach
Karlach is a big baby when she gets sick. She hates bothering people but her little sad snotty face just tugs at the heart strings. She doesn't so much talk as she does just make little whiny noises from under the blankets until you finally understand what she wants. You can ask her if she needs anything but the most you'll get is a horse little "...oup" or her hand snaking out of the covers to hold yours. More than ever when shes sick she just wants to be cuddled but her burning hot engine and the fever make her a fire hazard. You have to rub her back with a broom like that one gif or maybe just throw things to her from the door, wearing a fire suit.
Gale
You can tell gale is sick because he's quiet. Man could lose his voice totally and still try to ramble in a little hiss voice. But when he's quiet, save for his raspy cough and hard breathing, you know he's REALLY sick. He always gets a horrible fever that makes him delirius so even if he does talk it's all nonsense. He also likes to follow Tav around the camp, holding their hand or just generally getting in the way of their attempts to make medicine or food for him. He has a bad habit of back seating your caregiving. He normally does the group's cooking so u know he's hovering like a sadly buzzing fly as you try to make him some chicken noodle soup.He might be sick but he'd need to be dead before he actually takes himself to bed. You're gonna need to tuck him in extra tight to keep him there.
Halsin
Generally halsin is the healer of the group. He's the one the medicine maker, the soother and the caretaker. When halsin gets sick it's all hands on deck, everyone is panicking, running around making the worst soup imaginable, using every herb they can hoping it'll work. Mean while halsin is just sitting in his chair with a cup of lemon tea and is fine??? He's lucky in that he never gets REALLY sick, just a little sick and can take care of himself. The problems arise from the fact everyone in the camp feels indebted to him because he took care of them. They all fight over the one to bring halsin some juice or make him a snack or something. He's too polite to say and is very touched by their fussing but hed really prefer they all calmed down because the clean up he has to do so when he's better is not really worth it. Just let him eat his lemon drops and drink his tea and get an early night and he'll be grand in the morning.
Minthara
Minthara gets sick like a mom and boy does she hate that comparison. She knows how to take care of herself and she doesn't want your help or even your acknowledgement that you know she's sick. She expects everything to carry on as normal and gets personally offended when she can't do something because of illness. Really "how dare these germs invade my personhood". Mostly just tried to get on with things but huffs when she fucks something up. She's trying to look intimidating but she keeps sniffing and her eyes won't stop watering and someone's going to get stabbed but her arms are too weak so she has laezel do it for her. She likes to sit in her little deck chair by the fire in several blankets stolen from Tav and scowl at people, she says it's cathartic. Woe betide anyone who points out her doing something differently because of illness because she will get better but you won't when she's done with you
Shadowheart
Shadowheart really just wants to be left alone, with an ice pack and a sick bucket and maybe some tea. Literally no noise November but for as long as she's sick, everyone shut the hell up. She's really unsympathetic to other sick people and then when it hits her she wonders why people are being nice to her. It's not that she doesn't care, more of a "well if you hadn't eaten that food off the ground maybe you wouldn't have food poisoning now" kind of unsympathetic attitude. In all honesty she's not used to care being a think people give freely and not out of obligation. I think Shar probably has her like this and it's gonna take a long ass time to unlearn that because she doesn't get sick often. A healer she may be but her bedside manor could use some work. She does appreciate the offers for food and medicine but also pleaaassseee just leave her peace to suffer ALONE.
Wyll
Being the youngest in the group by at least a decade, Wyll is used to being cared for, by medicine people, by his father, by maids or other helpers. He actually likes visitors when he's feeling sick because it helps distract him. He's the sort of person who really loves getting gifts when he's sick. He loves flowers to brighten up the room but he also loves people bringing cooked food that he can reheat and not have to worry about cooking. He's decent at looking after himself, he doesn't really need anyone running after him but he still likes another person around for company. Wyll is a really clean person both in general and with his personal hygiene, so one of his favourite things to do when sick is have a long hot bath. It clears the sinuses and washes away that icky sick feeling. He's not usually given the chance to indulge in a long bath while on the roads so he might as well treat himself while he's ill.
Laezel
When laezel gets sick she is approximately 10482849x worse to be around. She denies it till she's blue in the face even after she's face planted in the dirt from vertigo. She'd rather force down slabs of raw meat than risk losing muscle mass. even by githyanki standards she's annoying. Most githyanki understand they shouldnt risk infecting the others or be the weak point on the team so they take themselves off and quietly get better. Not laezel, still stubbornly refusing to take a break even coughing up a storm and ruining group stealth or falling into tavs arms because she can't see straight. Woman is a walking biohazard, if laezel gets sick, everyone's getting sick because she's just a walking germ spreader. And that's not even because she's unhygienic, she's perfectly clean. It's just the kind of germs that take down a githyanki are either stupid strong or strongly stupid.
Jahira
Jahira is probably the only sensible person in camp. She senses she's getting sick and takes proactive actions to lessen the hit, no matter how bitter the herb or disgusting the brew. After that she takes herself off to bed and locks the door and doesn't come out for anything but supplies until she's feeling better. She's not doing work, she's not exerting herself this is practically her only chance to relax and by god is she making the most of it. I wouldn't say she lies under things but she's not above taking an extra day or 2 to make sure she's really extra recovered. She's got some books to finish after all. The one except is if she's the first to get sick and everyone else falls after her. You better believe she's up in her feet looking after everyone else as soon as she's able.
Minsc/Boo
Minsc doesn't get sick. He's got the most infuriating immune system on toril. It's like he's too daft to realises he's ill so he just gets no symptoms??? Truly maddening.He's probably banging on the door to get jahira to come out so he can cure her with his vibes alone. Failing that he has a bunch of absolutely horrific rashemi cures that he swears by but they only cure you in the sense you can't still be sick if you're dead. Boo also doesn't really get sick but one time he got wet and stared sneezing and mother of god you'd think the world was ending. Minsc is crying to jahira to save boo, jahira is screaming about how she isn't a vet. Halsin upset because his medicine isn't working, astarion is planning a beautiful funeral and Tav is using speak with animals to find out Boo just has allergies, he's actually fine.
Ketheric
So having a kid is a double edged sword. On the one hand, cute. On the other hand, sneezes directly into your eyeballs. He never used to get sick but since having Isobel he catches everything she does. Generally Melodia was the caretaker when people were sick but Ketheric was such a girl dad he was unable to focus on anything as long as his precious baby was unwell. Because of that Melodia took over his duties while he was Isobel's nurse. He was a good father at one point, digently sitting with his poorly little girl, checking on her at all hours of the day and night and bringing her every treat under the sun to make her feel even the tiniest bit better. Then when he finally caught it, Isobel would bring him fake tea and her favorite stuffed animals to help. Ineffective but adorable and highly heartwarming.
Orin
So given Orins genetic origins that I am loath to talk about , it's safe to say she was a sickly child. I like to think that her mother did care about her to some degree, I doubt a child would survive long in a bhaalist cult without some sort of love and attention, what with all the blood pools and knives lying about the place. I doubt it was the traditional sort of affection most normal people expect but it was still special to Orin all the same. Perhaps a warm bloodbath to sooth sore muscles or some screams to lull her to sleep? I imagine that being picked as bhaals chosen gave her some sort of health boost to negate her genetic problems but I also like to think her talent for magic means in another life she might have been a cleric or druid. She pretty much catches everything going from colds to the fucking plague but one prayer to daddy bhaal usually has her waking up in the morning fresh as a daisy.
Gortash
Who is rest, don't know her. Gortash gets sick and works himself into the ground to compensate not because it's expected of him but because he's sure if he goes into 99th stage denial, reality will warp around him in response. Why do you hate yourself ,Enver? In fact I'd go so far as to say he's gotten sick precisely because he works himself so hard. @flymm wrote me a lovely little ficlet of him trying to soldier on while sick as a pig, that you should read if you like sick gortash caring Tav stuff. It's 100% accurate , I don't make the rules. This man really needs someone to look after him. He never learned any home remedies or family cures so he's basically throwing shit at a wall to see what sticks .It's not that he's clueless, he knows to take medicine and such but he just doesn't. More like the idea of caring for himself on a level any deeper than superficial vanity or basic needs is totally alien to him. He needs to be shown there's reverence in care
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augustinewrites · 1 year
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for @missmeinyourbones bcs you always say kind things to me!! thank you <3
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back when dabi was still touya, he loved watching romantic comedies. 
whenever her shitbag husband was out on an overnight mission, rei would put them on after she’d tucked them all into bed. …or at least she thought she did. because he and fuyumi would sneak out of bed, peeking into the living room from the hall anyway.
once in a while he thinks about it. thinks about the way his mother would let them sit with her, and the way he and fuyumi would giggle when the couple on the screen kissed, and no one reached around to cover their eyes. (but thinking about this brings back that dull ache between his ribs, which is why he doesn’t do it often.)
what he does think about often are the couples on the screen. about the awful clichés and predictable plots. the lovesick schmuck in a suit that’s fresh off a boring 9 to 5, flowers in hand to take his love interest to dinner. 
(thinking back, there was probably a reason for the genre his mom chose, but unpacking all of that would require the help of a shrink he didn’t have the dough to see).
he’s only been thinking about these couples often because of, well, you. if this were a movie, he’d say it was fate that led him to get stabbed and promptly pass out in an alley close to your hospital. you’d nurse him back to health in your cute apartment saving his life and domesticating him in the process. 
but this wasn’t a movie, and even though you’d saved his life, all he did to repay you was bleed all over your rug and steal the change on your counter before jumping out the window. 
and you must have been all kinds of desperate, because when he put his hands into his coat pocket, he found your number written on a slip of paper. the words ‘just in case’ scrawled underneath.
he stole a burner phone the next day, and, like the couples on the tv say, the rest was history.
you were like a bad habit, because he swore every night he went to see you was supposed to be his last. cause you were so damn annoying, asking him shit like how his day went and offering to wash his clothes.
but then he’d tell you he was exhausted from all the felonies he’d committed and you’d let him sleep on your couch, and he’d leave with his clothes smelling like freesia or some shit he’d rather die than admit he kinda liked.
and eventually…he was okay with it. okay with you and this stupid love you’d dragged him into. you let him come and go as he pleased, the latch on your window always unlocked just for him, cause no matter what, he always came back. 
but everything is fucked. this city is fucked and this country is fucked, and dabi’s hiding out on the fire escape when you join him.
your shoulder brushes his as you sit next to him on the step, and he doesn’t have to look to know you’ve got that big frown downturning your lips. it’s far from the first fight the two of you have had since starting this…relationship, but it’s the first time he can safely say he’s not sure you’ll bother wanting to salvage it. 
(he thinks that after every fight, actually. but you seem to have this endless patience for him that he doesn’t understand nor deserve.)
hugging your knees to your chest, you ask, “are you going to leave?”
“yeah.” 
“are you coming back this time?” you ask quietly. 
“don’t know,” he shrugs.
you don’t say anything for a long while, and neither does dabi. he should just leave, ditch you out on your fire escape and fuck off somewhere into the city. maybe he’d get shitfaced enough to crash at the league’s hideout, or maybe he’d blackmail birdbrain into letting him get shitfaced at his place and crash on his ridiculously expensive couch. he’ll figure it out later.
it’d certainly be easier to leave and figure it out if you yelled and swore, maybe even slapped him a little. 
you don’t do any of those things though, because anger isn’t embedded in your dna like it is in his. instead you give him a look that’s half-pity, half-disappointment, and it stings all the same.
“you always do this,” you sigh, staring straight ahead at the flickering city lights. “whenever this happens, you refuse to talk about it after. and– and when i try to give you space to figure your stuff out…you run.” 
you don’t say it angrily, like you’d be within your right to be. you say it…softly. tiredly. you’re not trying to antagonize him, just stating a fact, and it makes him feel shittier.
“well, ‘s not like ya need me around anyway,” he shrugs. 
you look at him this time, “of course i don’t need you.” 
dabi had said it first, but hearing you say it hurt, strangely. like a faint touch upon a fresh bruise. 
but you’re not done, listing things off on your fingers. “you don’t pay rent, you eat all my groceries, you track your dirty boots through my living room, and i don’t know if you’ve forgotten, but you are a wanted criminal, you know.” 
he chuckles at that. it’s only very slightly, but it makes you break into a smile. “jeez, babe. you sure know how to pick ‘em.” 
“i know,” you hum, nudging his knee with yours. “but that’s my point. i don’t need you. but we– i want you anyway.” 
you offer him your hand, palm upturned, and for a second he doesn’t want to run. he wants to take your hand and let you guide him back inside. 
then he sees the recently patched up burn on your wrist and he’s reminded that he’s stupid. stupid for thinking he could ever have anything past…this with you. 
you follow his gaze, pulling your sleeve down quickly as you murmur, “it was an accident.” 
he’d been running hot, like he always did when you fought, and when you’d turned away he’d reached for you, forgetting. it was an accident, yeah, but you don’t deserve it. 
you want him, but you deserve the schmuck in the suit  who can help you pay rent and buy groceries. 
so he decides that this is the last night. he lets you guide him to bed, and once you’ve fallen asleep, he eases his arm out from under your head to pull the covers up to your chin.  
sometimes his heart is so big that he can’t stand it. he’s letting you go. you’re better off without him—
but you catch his hand as he’s about to slip out of bed, unflinching as your thumb brushes across cool metal. 
“stay,” you murmur, eyes slowly blinking open to peer at him in the darkness. 
“i can’t,” he mutters, averting his gaze from yours.
“stay,” you say a little more firmly this time. “or i swear to god i’m going to call your mother.”
he rolls his eyes, choosing to indulge you one last time (he does not take your threat lightly, either). he lets you plant kisses up the column of his throat and rest you he’d on his chest. but it’s just until he’s sure your out cold, then he’s definitely gone. he’ll be out the window and out of your hair—
“i love you, touya,” you whisper. 
“yeah, whatever, you brat,” he grunts, but he places his hand over yours, turning his head to the side to press a kiss to your forehead before murmuring the words against your skin.
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agendabymooner · 8 months
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when emma falls in love ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)
“emma met a boy with eyes like a man. turns out, her heart fits right in the palm of his hand.”
summary: daniel was away for work most of the time and so lorelei hester alessandro-ricciardo took it upon herself to let out the words that she would normally whisper in the empty air of their home in australia and began a pregnancy journal entry on her twitter.
content warning: pregnancy (i mean obv), lando being a good sport and godfather, talks of nesting, cravings, mentions episiotomy, use of explicit language, abba references. press to full view the tweets ❤️
note: i haven’t touched this series in a while huh? enjoy xx
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liked by lewishamilton, charles_leclerc, carlossainzjr
user1 rip to all the margaritas that lester never had liked by lando.jpg
user2 why do i feel like the bump photo’s the only decent photo you’ve taken of the two?
lando.jpg because it is.
oscarpiastri still mad at you for drinking my margarita
user3 did he open his legs?
user4 “baby parmesan” 😭 it was a offhanded comment made once by daniel and now that’s the baby’s nickname
lando.jpg yeah we call him “our little par” but the italian side of the family doesn’t agree with it. all except from mateoales
user5 “lori’s in her prime” like she was there since day one 🫡
loricciardo danielricciardo why don’t we have any decent maternity photos? liked by lando.jpg
danielricciardo because we’re not decent people, doll 😉
lando.jpg take Monza 2021, for example.
loricciardo i really love that you are the “goddaddy” as you called you are, to my child. but god, do i want to fight you for bringing up the champagne photo
lando.jpg i didn’t say anything about photos 🫣🤐
thomasraggi_ that margarita was soooo good
ykaaar too bad lester never got a taste of the spirit-free one 🤨
loricciardo what. there was a spirit-free margarita? and landonorris didn’t even bother telling me???
lando.jpg slipped out of my mind bc i was hosting the party 😅
loricciardo i’m mad now.
loricciardo and we’re in the same house. i hope you have your suitcase packed.
colabebe 😂
user6 happy lester is the best lester
maxverstappen1 i hope i didn’t offend you loricciardo
loricciardo you agreed when carlos said that i was growing a giant wheel of parmesan 🤨
charles_leclerc that’s what you don’t say to a pregnant woman, maxie
maxverstappen1 fuck off, like you didn’t tell aimee “rip that pussy” when you found out the twins were heavier than average
charles_leclerc i learned haven’t i?
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mateoales little par looks bigger now 🤨 liked by danielricciardo
danielricciardo little par’s a bit of a kicker too. he could play for man united.
mateoales or he could be a driver
loricciardo chill out, tesoro. we’re not putting little par on a car yet, alright 😒
user1 SHE OFFICIALLY CALLED BABY RIC ‘PARMESAN’ WE WON FELLAS liked by danielricciardo
user2 have you tried her deep fried tim tams?
daniel3.jpg no because she eats them all 🤨
loricciardo 😠😠 i offered you a dipped one
daniel3.jpg a half eaten one but thank you for the kind gesture wife ❤️
user3 “the wife” gives off lester’s “he’s fiancé” vibes
user4 not gonna lie, i’m kind of excited to see baby ric wreak havoc in the paddock
redbullracing he’d make a good addition to the red bull team 😊 liked by danielricciardo
scuderiaferrari funnily enough, we’ve already got him a ferrari suit to wear and race to 😎 nice try though 🤐 liked by loricciardo
mercedesamgf1 oh dang, you too? 😅 i’m pretty sure our lady boss designed our mercedes suit for the baby ric
redbullracing not your lady boss but okay ✋
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elvisalltheway101 · 2 months
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Can you write a fanfic about Elvis having sex in front of the mirror with an employer? 🤩
••••••••• 𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ••••••••
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Summary: Your boss, Mr. Presley, gets fed up with your attitude, bringing you into his office to teach you a lesson. 18+
author’s note: thank you so so much for your request! I haven’t had a spicy one in a while…so this is definitely the first in a long time for many to come! I’m tryna pick up my speed for writing stuff now, but like, nothing can help my slow ass 😭. I’m surprised no one has timed me and ticked off every time I post a request from centuries ago.
author won’t let y’all read bc she’s got a big mouth: jamming to this whole typing, I hope you enjoy. And like I always say, please, if you’re not pleased with it, tell me and I’ll be more than willing to write you another!
warnings: brief insecurity, mirror sex, spitting, light spanking (f receiving), cumming on mirror (m doing), licking cum off mirror, pet names “good girl” and “pretty girl”, tasting one’s juices, public sex (in office but within store with customers present), swearing umm…yup. You may be wondering how the hell I’m able to listen to a smooth tune like this, and write filthy snit…I dunno.
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“And I said, that it’s out of stock.” You scoff and huff at the prissy customer. This whole argument has been on going since the damned lady came up to you with a bitchy attitude about how out of stock of her favorite lipstick.
Her wrinkled, lipstick-stained lips curl and her nose scrunches, pissed off, “Well then why don’t you get fuckin more?” She barks back, jabbing her chunky fingers into a fist on her hips. You glare back at her and open your lips to snap, until you feel a whoosh of air behind you, as if someone has walked up behind you suddenly.
You feel a stiff hand that curls and molds perfectly onto your shoulder, and there’s immediately silence. The customer only scoffs, rolling her eyes and walking away unamused and pissed off. You turn around when the hand loosely slides off of you, so you turn to whoever was behind you.
Mr. Presley. Your eyes widen but you immediately stay composed when you see the frown on those precious lips, and a sigh escape from your boss. “This is the 6th time you’ve upset a customer.” His buttery, honeyed accent speaks out to you, and you just cross your arms over your chest. Ruthlessly, carelessly.
He takes a step closer to you, and you can almost inhale his tangy, spicy cologne that lingers on his suit that he wears. A dark violet v-neck, with a dangling chain that rests against the nestles of chest hair that peaks out. You bite your lip, now he’s definitely got your attention. “I said, this is the 6th time you’ve upset a customer.” He speaks out, more firmly and stern.
You finally raise your chin and glance up at him, with a shrug of your shoulders. “I don’t know what to tell you, they’re all here and gettin’ at me as if it’s my fault the items are out of stock.” You say, standing your ground. He inhales deeply and breathes out, clearly bothered and sick of your attitude. “But the least ya could do, is tell ‘em nicely. Do you not care?” He sighs, and your eyes meet his blue, dashing gaze.
There’s a silence that grows, before he smirks softly and steps a little closer. Your plump breasts nearly touching his broad chest. “Unless, it’s for a different reason?” There’s teasing in his voice. And you purse your lips, “No Mr. Presley, I do care…and besides what other reading could there be?”
A smirk widens on his lips, chuckling lightly, “you could be wanting my attention, huh?” His voice drops to a sultry low. Your cheeks immediately run warm, burning pink. You then decide to cock your hip out slightly with a little “humph”, grazing his hip with yours. “Maybe I am?” You play his game a little further.
You’re suddenly pressed against the wood of his office door, his arms surrounding around your head. He’s dangerously close to your face, breathing hotly against your cheek. “Hun, m’gonna ask ya this okay? Do you wanna go further?” He whispers for consent, finally glancing up into your eyes. With a plead in those blue orbs. You smile and nod slowly, “yes, I do”
You dare, and he gently presses his plump, soft lips to yours. His fine, perfect nose smooshes against yours and he softly groans again the kiss.
He pulls away, breathing heavily through his nose and he smiles. With pink, hot cheeks and a toothy grin, he grabs your hand and guides you to his office chair that’s planted across a large mirror. Plopping down onto the cushion, he pulls you in to snugly sit on his lap.
Lowering your round, tight ass onto his lap. You both glance over at your reflection across, and his eyes fixated on your clothed asscheeks pressing to his growing hard, prominent bulge. He bites his lip and he bucks his hips into your ass, gasping softly at the sweet sensation.
It’s in no time that you both are half naked down, his pants are hung at his calves while you still keep your seat at his lap. He smirks and hooks his smooth, freshly shaven chin to your shoulder. He delicately peels off your panties, and his eyes widen. He stares at the reflection of your beautiful body, while you flutter your eyes closed. insecure.
Your flushed lips that glisten under his office lamp, shadow beneath the locks of curls from maturity. Your dark, wiry, curls of pubic hair. He chomps down onto his lower lip with a mute whine at the back of his throat, as his eyes bore into the delicious sight.
With your eyes still closed, the cool air onto your sensitive parts make you shiver slightly. You stammer out with quick embarrassment, “l-look, I-I uh know, it’s not what uh you like maybe have thought- I-I just d-don’t shave down th-“ with not even the time to explain yourself, you feel his fingers dig into your cheek. “Open your eyes,” he says in a deep, aroused voice. You feel his clothed cock twitch heavily beneath your thigh.
You flicker your eyes open just to have your chin forced to drop down and glance into the mirror. You gasp softly at how wide your legs are open and exposed, your vagina pratically on display for him. “This is what beauty is, ya hear? Dontcha doubt it.” He speaks out firmly, before pressing his lips to your shoulder. “Okay, hunny?” He whispers warmly, his tone a little softer that moment. You nod slowly and he smirks. “That’s better, pretty girl.”
It’s not long til his tip prods at your sticky, wet and warm entrance. Your pubic hair curls and tickles at the shaft of his cock, and the sight alone makes him whimper softly. “Okay pretty girl, wantcha eyes open and on the mirror. Watch me fuck you nice and how a man should, ya hear?” You nod weakly, flickering your eyes up to the cloudy mirror across. The jaw dropping sight ahead.
His hairy, thick and jiggly thighs all spread and between yours to secure your place atop of him. His red tip pressing against the delicate skin of your shiny, wet womanhood. Both glistening from the evident arousal of yours and his. You gulp and swallow before you drool an even messier lake on him.
His fat, red and tender tip slowly enters, and his eyes already roll to the back of his skull from just the feel of your walls engulfing his length into you. “F-fuckkk,” he heaves out and bites his lip toughly. Grabbing your hips to stabilize you, “taste your delicious self, pretty. Taste yourself.” He sneaks a tan hand to your thigh, dipping his fingers between your joined bodies. Your sticky juices gather on his fingers before he finally picks up his head and glares into your eyes through the mirror, ignoring for now the burning and sweet sensation of your pussy. “give ya self a nice good lick, ain’tcha sweet?” You both watch as your pink, wide tongue drags against his fingers. Lapping up your own tangy, yet honey savored arousal. You swear you feel him twitch inside of you, milking out more precum to join your sticky walls. He quickly lingers a hand down, and gathers more arousal to his fingers and brings them to his own lips. He makes sure to create fine contact as he puts them into his lips and sucks them eagerly, moaning at the taste.
“Fucking hell, is this why you wanted my damn attention? To taste this delicious pussy of yours?” He groans out, popping his fingers outta his mouth and wander his wet digits to press directly to your sensitive hooded clit. You nod lazily and he eases his cock into you with a smirk.
His balls press to your pussy lips when he bottoms out and you both string out guttural, throaty moans out of you. His jaw dropped and breathy pants escape his lips as he watches himself fucking into you through the reflection.You can’t help but stare with half-lidded eyes as you slightly jump with every thrust of his.
And he only picks up his pace.
”this why ya being bitchy to them goddamned customers? Ya wanted mah attention didn’tcha?” He gasps out, his fingers hooked onto your meaty hip and he moans. The sticky sounds of his pounding fill the air. He feel one hand release your hip to smack a firm palm to your fine ass.
“answer me! Ya wanted this didntcha? Tell the fucking truth.” He growls through gritted teeth, you both still watching the mirror and panting in sync. You nod vigorously and grip the armrest to the creaky seater. “Yes! Oh gosh, y-yes! I wanted this!” You scream and blurt out, not giving a rat’s ass if customers were just outside his office door. Especially that bitchy old lady.
He smiles and kneads your stinging ass cheek into the palm of his hand, then mapping his hands to the mound of your pubic hair and lightly tap on your sensitive clit. “Pretty good girl, aren’t ya?” He smiles and hums out, rubbing then tight circles on your nub and you immediately throw your head back. He lets you, wanting not to bother you while to watch this mesmerizing image.
His cock sinking in and out in a rhythmic pace, his cock glistening between your spread pussy lips as he quickly stuffs himself back into you. You feel a sweet bubbly sensation in the pit of your stomach, and your vagina wall’s immediately squeeze his cock. He moves his fingers faster against your hood, and you whine out, “oh, s-shit, shit, shit!” Your head rolls back and forth, glancing at the mirror heavily with ragged breaths. And he only goes on.
“Now ya as tight as a Virgin? Gon’ come on my cock like a good girl now right?” Is all he says, before you see stars flooding your vision. Sex has never felt this good, and you don’t know if it’ll ever be again. He rides you through your orgasm, chasing his high.
A loud groan echoes through the room, popping his cock out of your sweet pussy to release spurts on spurts of white, creamy, strings of sperm. There’s a moment, to catch your breath, and your eyes flutter open to meet the sight. The mirror now messy with his seed that drips down slowly. Feeling brave and teasing, you wobbly crawl off his lap to kneel on the floor and lap up his cum on your tongue. You pull away, to swallow and his eyes widen.
He smiles a big one on his handsome face, his blue, now navy blue eyes speak only lust. Clicking his tongue and shaking his head, “now you’re a real good girl, not wasting a drop of my cum now? All’s forgiven. Hell.” He sighs out, his shiny cock soften against the light bush of his dark curls and you only hum softly.
“Sounds good”
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Author’s note: How was that folks? Anywho, I feel like the most hard/tiring part of writing is the tags. You gotta make sure it’s in just the right catergory and all that. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, mwah!
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If anyone were to ask you about the executive of your department, you’d say he’s too stoic, strict, and a pain in your ass. The handsome face and sleek suits don’t make up for the way he runs the department, honestly, they don’t. Strangely enough, he offers a solution to you on a silver platter during a mandatory company Christmas party and you can’t help but love the idea of taking your frustrations out on the very person who causes them. 
or the one where your boss is scary and intimidating but really really wants to be slapped around behind closed doors. 
ao3 | m.list | minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog, i will kiss your forehead so fucking fast if you do. 
WORDCOUNT― 12.9k
PAIRING― park seonghwa x afab reader
CONTENT― submissive seonghwa, dom reader (she’s never done it before tho so cut her some slack), office setting but no mentions of the actual job bc this is a fantasy not a fucking nightmare, kind of enemies to lovers but not really (it’s just a boss/employee dynamic)
OTHER CHARACTERS― hongjoong as the company designer, yunho as the accountant, wooyoung as an intern, mingi as the guy who has drama with his date at the christmas party
NOTE―  shout out to park seonghwa for being a fucking MENACE. bigger shoutout to @domjaehyun​ for helping me edit this fic and dealing with my shit involving said menace
smut tags under cut:: 
smut tags―  oral (fem receiving), hair pulling and face guiding, breath play, cock warming, riding, unprotected sex, begging, choking, it’s pretty tame to be considered a sub/dom type thing but you’ll understand if you read it lmao, dirty talk, degradation(ish), praise(ish), edging, nipple play, he has a lot of cum to donate to her lmao
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He is just a man. Just a man that oversees the entire department, just a man that orders pizza as a form of encouragement when his employees are physically rotting before him from the hours worked, just a man that drinks five coffees a day and appears to get paid for doing nothing but wandering the building and maintaining that everyone fears his judgment. 
 “Just a man?” you scoff, side-eyeing your friend as you pick your lunch apart, not bothering to check the time because you’ve already worked fifty hours this week, and surely you have another day to get through before you can think straight. You get paid a salary so, you can take as long as you fucking want to pick apart this stale sandwich. 
 “You don’t know him,” 
 “That’s a fair point, but I’m just saying, everyone hates their boss,” She laughs in pity, minimizing your complaining and shrugging at you. “You’re not special and the world isn’t out to get you.”
           You glare at her before swiping your cup of watered-down iced coffee up and taking a large sip.
 “Okay, so maybe the world isn’t out to get me,” you counter, “but Seonghwa sure the fuck is.”
 “Oh? You’ve yet to tell me what he’s personally done to you. You doted on him when he hired you, what’s changed other than him doing his actual job?”
             You glare harder, hating that you get picked apart on the clock by him, and now you’re being picked apart off the clock by your very best friend. 
 “Do you have a notepad?  I’ve got an entire list.”
             She perks up at the frustrated face you’re giving to her, nodding her head with a mischievous hunger for the drama that she, thankfully, doesn’t have to involve herself in.
 “You know how during interviews, you get asked what your strengths and weaknesses are?” You ask with a frustrated voice, sipping your coffee again.
             She nods enthusiastically. 
 “Well– when I said my weakness is taking on too much responsibility, y’know, to impress him– I didn’t expect him to put me in charge of the biggest project of the year.”
           She laughs at you.
 “What?!” you grouch, “I’m not even close to being done with my list!”
 “I don’t think he would give you that project if he didn’t think you could do it. You don’t give yourself enough credit, you should be thanking him. Do you not want to move up the corporate ladder?”
             You lean back on your chair with a creaking sound, crossing your arms and grimacing at her for defending your boss.
 “Anyway, he always comes over and points out my mistakes. He uses this soft voice that I know is fake as hell because he doesn’t do that with anyone else. When he leaves his comfy fucking office, there’s like an eighty percent chance he’s coming to grill me for something–”
 “Define ‘grilling’,” your friend counters, picking you apart in an uncomfortable way. She’s supposed to be your best friend, not Seonghwa’s parrot. 
 “Like, he just comes up with a grocery list of things that I need to fix–”
 “Because you made mistakes and it’s an important project,” your friend points out. “So, what? You want him to let you fuck it up?”
             You take a moment to decide if she’s right or wrong. The issue is that she doesn’t know him or how condescending he sounds when he points out the mistakes. 
 “I am more than capable of taking care of it on my own,” You lie, because some of the mistakes he’s pointed out really could have caused you to lose your job. 
 “Whatever you say, go on. That’s two points against him for you, I still just think he’s doing his job though,”
             You ignore her, continuing down the list of bullshit he’s done to you.
 “He glares at me,” you grouch further, “He’s nice to everyone but me, and he walks around like his asshole is made of gold.”
             Your friend snorts, shaking her head at your anger. The reality that she sees is that you’re thinking too hard, you’re trying too hard to dislike him.
 “Noted,” She nods her head at you, signaling that she’s grown tired of your complaining and refusal to take into account that this is just what a boss does. They glare, they point out mistakes, they’re fake toward everyone. “Onto other matters, what else is going on at work?”
             You sigh, finally turning your attention back to your very sad lunch.
 “There’s a fucking mandatory Christmas party, it’s also required that we dress up for it.” You grimace, appearing to be a rain cloud within this restaurant. 
 “Is alcohol involved, and perhaps, a plus one?” 
             You look at her with curiosity, “Why, you wanna be my date?”
 “Only if there’s alcohol. I’d like to see the man with the golden asshole, mostly so I can understand how he’s turned my best friend into a stick in the mud.”
 “There’s alcohol; if there weren’t, you know I’d be bringing some anyway.” 
             There’s a moment of silent agreement as the two of you nod to each other. 
 “I’ll respond to the invite and add your name as my plus one,” you smile, knowing that as long as she’s with you, the party can’t feel like much of a drag, “remember, it’s a formal party, so don’t dress like we are going to the club–”
             You stop yourself. 
 “Actually, we should totally dress like we are going to the club.”
             The two of you have mischievous little smiles on your faces as you finish your lunch, ignoring the fact that you’ve been at this restaurant for at least two hours by now. 
 ~
             The Christmas party venue is embarrassingly extravagant. A blatant show of wealth on the company’s part as you and your best friend drive to the entrance. 
 “They fucking hired valets?” You grimace, looking at your friend with a roll of your eye. 
 “Hey, maybe they’ll pay for our ride home too because I know for a fact that we are about to be the drunk bitches at a corporate party.”
             You ignore her comments, not intentionally because you’re definitely gonna at least be buzzed, but because you’re being ushered out of the car and suddenly this outfit feels too much.
 “Maybe we shouldn’t have literally dressed like we are going to the club,” You complain, feeling the cold December air smack right against your exposed thighs and the fabric keyhole design sitting against your chest. 
 “Stop being insecure, let’s go find the bar,” she ushers you much like the valet did, checking in with your names and receiving three free drink tickets each in a small envelope. 
 “Ah, so only the first three are free?” She looks disappointed. 
 “They’ve gotta pay my wages too, you know, stop complaining. Besides, you act like we don’t have our purses stuffed with airplane bottles.” You respond, wandering through the hall until finding the space where your entire company appears to already be warm and mingling among one another. 
             Internally, you groan. Externally, you’re smiling and waving at each person who looks your way. You feel small and trashy compared to these people but your outfit, fortunately, isn’t out of line at all. It appears that many women both within the company and some appearing to be dates went a similar route that you took with your attire. Formal is likely meant to be modest but extravagant, yet here you are fitting in with forty other women who went for showing their cleavage and thighs. 
 “Looks like everyone else had the same idea,” your friend mutters to you quietly, eyes scanning over the room and noticing how attractive some of these people are. “Who is that guy?”
             You look at her and follow her line of vision before snorting. 
 “That’s Yunho,” You laugh at her interest, but you get it. “Accounting.”
             She gets this evil little look on her face as she turns to you.
 “What’s the starting pay for an accountant in this company?”
             You shrug because you wouldn’t know, it’s still an unspoken rule to not speak of your pay to your co-workers. 
 “That one over there is Hongjoong, coolest dude you’ll ever meet–” you nod your head towards the man with a feisty little suit, bow tie crooked as all hell with his messy dyed hair. You can tell he’s already had well over his three free drinks because he’s sitting next to Wooyoung and appears to be having a great time. 
 “Oh, they hire people like that here?”
             You look at your friend confused and then motion towards yourself.
 “Well, they hired me, so– yeah? Plus, he’s one of our designers, you know, the artsy type.”
 “And the guy he’s with?”
 “Wooyoung, intern.”
             You really don’t feel like introducing every single goddamn person in this building.
 “What about her?” Your friend looks at the bar and points out a woman that’s practically hanging on someone else. 
 “I don’t know her, she’s probably just someone’s plus o–” you pause, noting that the very man she’s hanging all over is none other than your boss. “Is that fucking Seonghwa?”
             Your friend is instantly interested, grabbing your arm and dragging you towards the bar as she whisper-shouts at you.
 “That’s him?!” She questions, looking at you with wide eyes. “You never said he was fucking hot!” 
 “He’s not!” You argue, stopping at the bar and doing your best not to study his plus one. You can imagine that the woman is his girlfriend or something because Seonghwa truly does appear to be young. You still think he probably got this job because one of his parents threatened someone for it. No way in hell is he married yet.
 “Are you fucking blind?” Your friend is having a great time, apparently, as she shamelessly stares at your boss. “Look at him!” 
             You, for some reason, listen to her. You do look at him. Never could you have imagined him wearing a suit sleeker than what he wears every day at the office, yet here he is. This time, his hair isn’t in a fixed position like normal either. The slick suit paired with the intentionally messy hairstyle does kind of make you think he might be kinda hot. Maybe you need a few drinks in you before you admit that though, mostly because it looks like your boss is trying too hard to fit in with his rowdy and laid-back employees. 
             By the time you order your drink and have it in hand, you’re avoiding Seonghwa again. Or, well, you’re trying to, but it appears that he has a different plan in mind. He leaves the girl hanging all over him to come up to you and your friend in a huff.
 “Ah, welcome!” He greets you, looking you up and down in a way that anyone probably would after seeing you every day of the week in pantsuits and business casual dresses. “You look great! Is this your plus one?”
 “Ramona!” Your friend introduces herself and you turn to look at her with confusion.
 “Ramona?”
             Seonghwa looks between the two of you and then at the man at the bar. Without even thinking, he leans between both of you to order himself a drink and then leans back as if he didn’t just enter your personal space and smell fucking heavenly.
             Despite your friend giving a fake name for some reason, you decide to ask her about it later as you stand awkwardly with more skin showing to Seonghwa than you’d prefer he see.  Sure, he said you look great, but he’s probably said that to every person here already.
 “Ramona, y/n,” he says, grabbing his freshly made drink from the bar, “I need to go tell someone to get their date under control, so if you’ll excuse me,”
             This is the first time you’ve seen Seonghwa look the way he does and act this casually despite still being semi-formal in tone. 
             With another roll of your eye at him the moment he turns his back, you watch him walk directly toward Mingi. You snicker. So, the woman is Mingi’s date and she appears to have found more of an interest in Seonghwa. That’s gonna be some fun drama to hear about on Monday.  Anyway, back to your friend with the gaping mouth as she watches him walk away.
 “If I, for one, had that man giving me orders, I wouldn’t be calling you to complain,”
 “Oh? Ramona? Is that how you feel?” You glare for a moment but still smile a bit at her. 
 “I never give out my real name at clubs, especially not when they’re serving whiskey this strong–you already knew that though,”
             You nod and turn to place both hands on her shoulders.
 “Reminder that this is a corporate Christmas party,” you warn, “you can hit someone up, but do not fucking embarrass me.”
             Her eyes are glued to something else before she trails her eyes back at you and smiles through a hefty sip of her drink with a nod.
 “I’m not gonna be the one embarrassing anyone tonight, look at that,” she says, nodding into a corner. 
             Your eyes go to that very spot and see none other than Mingi scolding his date and her appearing to apologize profusely before pointing to Seonghwa and doing some hand motions that appear to be, well, sexual. You watch Mingi walk away from her with a huff, heading straight for the bar with a solemn look on his face. 
 “Act normal,” your friend instructs, raising her brows and already having a great time.
             Mingi comes directly to you. Given, the two of you have often talked shit about Seonghwa and other co-workers together in the break room after closing hours when you’re stuck working over.
 “Ridiculous,” Mingi grouches, pushing you gently to the side to get himself a drink. 
 “What happened?” You turn to lean over the counter with him, leaving your friend behind the two of you as you prod for the drama. 
 “I brought my friend who is in town for Christmas thinking we could like, catch up, but it looks like she’s more interested in embarrassing me by trying to fuck our boss–”
             You snort and clap him on the shoulder.
 “If it makes you feel any better, the party is a drag for me too.”
 “Oh yeah? Why?” he turns to you as he grabs his drink, noting your outfit but forcing himself to keep his eyes away from your body.
             You don’t even have an answer to his question but you smile at him and motion to the entire room.
 “Fair.” He looks at you, and then scans the room for his date. “I’d better get back and make sure she’s not trying to get into his pants again,”
             He appears to be defeated but you hope that glass in his hand can make up for the mishap.
 ~
             How can a Christmas party with such strong drinks still end up being a fucking bore? You find yourself two hours into the party and sitting at a table with your friend, both of you scrolling through your phones as a bad song on the speakers is replaced with an even worse song. 
 “Do you wanna leave?” you ask, noting that the two of you have already chugged the airplane bottles in your bags after finishing the final free drink, yet the buzz is fucking dragging.
 “Yep,” your friend admits, already locking her phone and standing up.
             As you stand with her, the buzz hits you twice as hard and you’re immediately sitting back down.
 “Woah, okay, maybe not,” you laugh, watching your best friend stumble back into her own seat with a laugh of her own.
 “I’m like, I’m actually very drunk,” you giggle warmly, not realizing that the snacks offered do very little to soak up the alcohol in your stomach.
 “Does this song suddenly sound really good to you?” She looks at you, bobbing her head.
 “Yeah, actually–” You pause, looking at the section of the room where people are wobbling around and dancing with each other. “Kinda wanna dance.”
             She nods with a smile, trying to stand up again as if she’s sober and clumsily grabbing your hand. The two of you make it to the dance floor in a blur, dancing the entire walk over to where the music becomes deafeningly loud and the bass appears to run through your veins. God, music sounds so fucking good when you’re drunk.
             It’s almost like you are at a club, dancing, sweating, sighing out just to catch your breath as you move around with your friend in front of you, next to you, and sometimes behind you. You forget that all of the people surrounding you are those who see you hunched over a spreadsheet for sometimes twelve hours a day. You forget that they’re anything other than normal people who are desperately releasing their stress through alcohol at a party thrown by the very reason for the stress. 
             For a moment as you dance, you try to focus on those around you. The silence from everyone on the dance floor is mesmerizing as you glance at each face and realize their exhaustion matches your own, but they’re feeling the music in a way that is releasing. Never would you have imagined seeing Hongjoong drunk off of his ass, hanging an arm around a laughing Wooyoung’s shoulder as they attempt a dance move that you swear you’ve seen somewhere. Even Mingi appears to be less solemn now, towering over several dancing bodies and probably doing dome pop-lock-and-drop-it type move because he seems like the type to do it.
             And then, the moment is ruined when your eyes land on Seonghwa, far behind the dance floor and leaning against the bar with his stupid messy hair and his stupid mean eyes. Of course, he wouldn’t be on the floor dancing and having a good time. Of course, he’s standing there judging the people he manages. Or rather, judging you. He’s glaring at you as you glare back at him before rolling your eyes and trying to get back into the groove of the now-changing song.
 “This is way more fun than I thought it would be,” your friend admits, shimmying her body back and forth in front of you. “Which one of these dudes happens to be single?” She laughs, but you can tell it was only a half joke. 
 “Yunho,” You go through a short list in your head, “Mingi is, but he and his date appear to be getting along again.” 
             She nods, taking notes in her head.
 “What about Seonghwa?” She laughs at your silence. 
 “Probably. With the way he’s a fucking asshole and all–”
             Your friend claps and immediately stops dancing. 
 “Great! I’m gonna go talk to him!”
             Instantly you freeze, feeling frustrated at her attempts.
 “Do not, I repeat, do not embarrass me.”
             She waves you off as she backs herself off of the floor and winks at you. You immediately follow, trying to reach out and drag her back into your care to save yourself from having to deal with the same shit Mingi had to deal with.
 “Ramona!” You shout her fake name as a warning, but it’s ignored as she closes in on Seonghwa and clumsily stands beside him as she starts talking.
             You look at her, then at Seonghwa, and realize he was still watching you before he drags his eyes away and gives her one of the most insincere smiles you’ve ever seen.
 ~
             After a good ten minutes of letting her shoot her shot against your warning, you decide to make your way over to either save your best friend or save your job by getting her away from him. 
 “Ramona, you should have some water,” you comment as you walk up and blatantly ignore your boss.
 “Taken care of,” She smiles and wiggles her brows, swirling her cup of water in your face. “I don’t see why you think Seonghwa is so–”
             You cut her off immediately, glancing at Seonghwa and the way his face falls into curiosity at her unfinished sentence. 
 “I think we should be heading out! Don’t mind her,” You wave him off, trying to pull her from the bar and as far away from your boss as you possibly can. 
             By the time you get outside of the room, preparing to drag her all the way down this hallway and out outside to call a ride for the two of you, you’re glaring at her. The music is still loud, and your ears are ringing a bit from the frustration.
 “Why the fuck would you say anything like that in front of him?” You argue, watching her realize that she really was out of line.
 “I wasn’t even thinking, god, I’m so sorry,” She says, already preparing to fall to her knees in an apology.
 “You do realize he’s probably going to ask me what you meant, right? How am I supposed to explain that? You are not ever coming with me to a company event again.”
             She pleads with her eyes, genuinely appearing sorry before her gaze shifts and she’s staring directly behind you. 
 “You can’t just try to fuck my boss and then throw me out to the wolves like that!”
 “Hey, wait,” she tries to stop you, wanting to save whatever facade you have left in front of your boss.
 “He’s going to think I talk shit about him!”
 “You think I don’t know that my team talks shit about me?” A voice rings out from behind you, breaking whatever happy drunken state you had left and causing you to freeze on the spot. 
             You don’t turn around as your eyes fall to your quite possible ex-best-friend as the realization hits you. You’re already lying down in the hole that’s been dug for you.
 “Just an hour ago I heard Mingi tell his date that I’m not as nice as I seem.” 
             His voice sounds a little defeated as you finally try to force yourself to turn to him. Mostly because, if anything, if he knows that the majority of you talk shit, he can’t single you out, can he? 
             Except, he kind of is. You can’t imagine he would approach Mingi about it like he is to you.
 “I’m sorry,” you say as you turn to face him, expecting a specific emotion to be on his face but feeling shocked that he looks fucking smug about it. 
 “I’m not going to pretend that everyone likes me, but I hope you’re all aware of the fact that I can’t be your friend in the office. I've got a boss too, and he’s not exactly fond of the way things have been going lately.”
             You know that. You are more than aware that every employee has a boss, and every boss has a boss, and every boss’s boss has a boss. You happen to be almost at the bottom of that chain though, and it is hard at times to imagine someone like Seonghwa feeling the same stress that he makes you feel. 
 “This party was meant for us to unwind, even me. Why do you think the CEOs aren’t here?” He laughs, wondering if you’re too drunk for him to be this forward with you. “I paid for this party with my money, they don’t even know we are having it right now.”
             Interesting. 
 “So, I think you should stay.” He finishes, looking at you as if he has all the confidence in the world knowing that the majority of the people at this party dislike him.
 “I also think we should stay,” Your friend pipes in from behind you, poking her head out from your shoulder. 
             Without even answering, Seonghwa turns to wave the two of you back to the party with a smile that is…more sincere than you’ve ever seen. Maybe he isn’t so bad. Before your friend can usher you past him though, he’s tapping your shoulder and giving you a concerned look. 
 “Can I actually speak with you alone?” He asks, his face appears more genuine than you’ve ever seen it before. 
             Your friend turns to look at you, motioning for you to come with her but you look back at Seonghwa and shrug before following him down the hall and outside.
 ~
             What you were expecting when you stepped out of those doors with your boss was a more in-depth review of how you’re acting. You thought he would break that somewhat genuine persona now that there’s no one around to listen, and he would give you a harsh warning to not defame his character at a party that he paid for.
             No, no, no. It appears he has a different motive. One that threw you for a loop. One that made you wonder if you were on a hidden camera show, one that caused interest to replace disdain. You were not expecting him to stumble through his words at you, nor were you expecting him to admit that he’s nervous to be bringing it up at all. Seeing your boss break character was something to remember, but you forgot all about it the moment he laid out his proposal.
             To put it bluntly, your boss wants to fuck, or rather, your boss wants you to fuck him. Never mind how you got to this point, and never mind the fact that he’s brought you back inside and given you at least eight glasses of water and two plates of snacks to sober you up with so he can present his offer again when you’re more aware of his words. Never mind the fact that your best friend just left with Yunho, and never fucking mind the fact that you’re more than willing to go home with him and pretend that Monday isn’t going to be awkward. 
 “Feel better?” Seonghwa asks, having not left your side since he spoke with you outside in the cold air. 
             It’s a strange kind of feeling, actually. After seeing two people shoot their shot at him, you find him by your side, not leaving you even for a moment. His stance appears to be that of an animal warding others from his prey and it’s kind of something you can’t think too hard about.
             If you remind yourself that he’s your boss, you want to leave. If you think about how just this morning you wanted to see him tumble down the stairs of your office building, you almost laugh and agree with the image, but– if you don’t think about those things, you look at him and see a very attractive man with the need to be, what was it he said? Put in his place? 
             An insane image on its own. Your boss taking you outside just to propose a hookup, asking you bluntly to put him in his place?  Telling you that you’re free to decline and that nothing would change at work, but that he thinks you’d be able to fulfill his desire of the night, especially with the way you look at him in such a frustrating way. He really came onto you like this, and with the way you accepted, it’s no wonder he’s so fucking confident.
 “Much better,” you respond, looking toward the door and watching the way people start to leave. “You really know how to sober a person up,”
 “Is that one of your famous insults toward me?” Seonghwa laughs, shifting his posture and leaning against you a bit, close enough to where you can hear him whisper, “You can be meaner about it, you know?”
             You can tell, even with his close proximity to you, that he’s trying to appear to be in a simple conversation with his staff. To anyone else, it wouldn’t appear strange or weird to find you standing next to your boss. Several times tonight, even those who hate him as much as you do were found next to him, speaking as if they aren’t going to talk shit Monday morning in the break room before he shows up two hours late. 
 “So, you’re really into that sort of thing?” You look at him, his gaze equally as evil as it usually is, except this time you realize the thoughts behind that gaze. All day, every day during the week, he looks at you like this. Never have you seen him do it to someone else. You thought it was because he hated you and wanted to make your working life a living hell.
 “I am, and I do not usually offer myself to someone I work with,” he leans away, processing the fact that he’s actually never proposed this with a person at his office. Better yet, a person who is under his management. It’s dangerous, and it’s probably stupid, but since the moment he hired you he’s wanted you.
             His interest in you only grew the more you’d roll your eyes at him, the more he’d catch your hushed insults about him, the more you’d groan after he would leave your space thinking he was out of earshot. 
 “Oh yeah?” You ask for confirmation, “why are you approaching me with it then?”
             He looks at you with a smirk and you watch as his eyes trail down your body for a few moments before meeting your eye again.
 “You’re my type,” he admits, “and I don’t come across my type often.”
 “Do you often single out your type and make them feel as if they’re not capable?” You counter, testing the waters. 
 “Yes.” 
 ~
             As strange as it felt leaving your car behind (despite that kind of being a given whether you went home or not), getting into Seonghwa’s car felt far weirder to you. The sleek paint job matches the suits he cycles through day by day. Having your shoes on makes you feel like you’re dirtying up his floorboards, and you feel like if you move too much the car will eject you out of itself based on how not-rich you appear to be.
 “You’re sure you want this?” Seonghwa buckles himself in, placing a hand on the steering wheel and looking straight at the keyhole shape on your top. “I can drive you home if you decide you don’t want to.”
             Seeing him blatantly checking you out like this is a new sort of experience. Those eyes are doing the same thing that you’ve grown to hate except now you’re excited to feel them on you. The stoic boss who intimidates others through a single look alone is now sitting next to you in his car, broken out of his work-day demeanor and staring at you as if you don’t work for him at all. 
 “I’d just end up inviting you inside,” you admit, your eyes now trailing down his body and stopping between his legs.
             His smile is mischievous when he realizes that you’re checking him out too, and he trails his eyes down his own body to see what you’re looking at. He shifts a bit to spread his legs further before looking back at you.
 “I’ll take your word for it,” he says, intentionally twitching in his pants before reaching his hand over to your cheek. “there’s nothing you can’t do when you look at me like that.”
             You’re taken aback by how blatant and blunt he is. From asking you at all to now knowing he doesn’t have to think too hard about it. You wonder if you’ll still hate him after tonight. There was very little small talk at all, he really went straight to the point of fucking the moment he got you alone. 
 “Maybe you’ll take my word for it next time I’m trying to work and you interrupt me then?” You playfully argue, feeling him pull his hand back and place it on his keys to start the car. 
 “Oh no,” he coos, now turning to look behind him to back out. “I might trust you to fuck me, but you’re not going to get the chance to submit this project without me looking at every word, number, and punctuation mark.”
             You nod, feeling warm at the way he somehow slips dirty talk into business casual talk. You say nothing as he backs the car out and begins to slowly drive out and away from all of the familiar faces waiting for their ride and cars to be delivered to them. Instead, you find yourself watching him navigate his car. So used to seeing him stalk around the office, even more used to seeing him type against your keyboard to fix your mistakes– he’s much more attractive when he’s not under the morgue lighting of the office. Much more attractive sitting in that seat next to you, eyes focused on the road rather than looking at you. 
 “You’re staring,” he breaks the silence, glancing over to you as he reaches a red light. “I’m gonna need you to hate me for a little longer before you decide you like me,”
             You look away from him this time, shaking your head.
             The red light illuminates your face through the windshield as he now shamelessly looks at you again, knowing that once the light illuminates a different color on your cheeks, he can look away and contain himself. 
 “I’m staring too,” he admits, willing the red light to last for a bit longer so that he can see the way you react. “You don’t seem familiar with being brought home with a man,”
             You turn to look at him again, this time offended that he appears to believe you don’t get fucked on the regular. Well, he’s not entirely wrong and most of the time you’re just being fucked at your job with deadlines and stress.
 “I am very familiar with a man driving me home, just not familiar with you being that man,”
             Seonghwa nods, the green light now shining against your cheeks and forcing him to look away. 
 “Not something many people could get used to, I imagine,” Seonghwa pauses, going in loops in his head over how you intend to navigate the night with him. “Then again, it’s not every day that a woman gets to put her boss in his place.”
             Your mouth falls open at his words and how casually he says it, you’re constantly being hit with the reality of why you’re in this car. 
 “I’ve never done this before, you know?” You admit, feeling a bit nervous over the fact that the man who dominates the office wants you to dominate him.
 “I’ll talk you through it, don’t worry,” he explains, twitching in his pants at the idea of him asking you to do something and then you actually doing it. “Have you ever made a man cry before?”
 “Not in the way you’re expecting,” you laugh, trying to joke your way through the unfamiliar territory with him. 
 “I’m expecting a lot from you,” he smiles, eyes still on the road. “Besides, I’ve been told that I look good when I cry and beg.”
             Jesus fucking christ.
 ~
             You’re truly far too sober right now as you step through the door of his pretty house, the marble floors sparkle when he flips the light switch, and the echo in the room of your shoes tapping against the floor is drastically different from the laminate floors of your apartment. His walls are pristine, not a crooked painting in sight, his curtains look more comfortable than the blankets you cuddle up with at home, and fuck, the way he fits right in. His house matches him so well, it’s almost laughable.
 “Yeah, I can see it,” you say, looking around the spacious room before slipping your shoes off and trying to avoid the way he’s looking at you.
 “See what?” He asks, amused at the way you’re reacting to his home. 
 “This is definitely your house, and you definitely paid for that party.”
             He chuckles, walking around a counter space and running his fingers through his hair before leaning forward against it. 
 “I’m not really in the mood to talk about myself right now,” he opens his eyes again and there’s that glaring look again. “I’d prefer it if we get straight to the point.”
             You swallow hard, walking up to the other side of the counter and looking at him. You’re officially as nervous as you possibly could be in this situation. 
 “I will only direct you when you aren’t sure of what to do,” he smiles, wanting so badly to live out the fantasy that he often finds himself falling into when he looks at you. “Look around, find the room you want to fuck me in.”
             God, he’s so fucking blunt about it. Almost demanding despite admitting to wanting to be demanded himself. Not only is it weirdly sexy when he says it, but it still instills a huge amount of anxiety in your body over the fact that you’re going to have to analyze a room for sex and then trot back out here and tell him which one.
             You take a few moments to contain yourself before you nod awkwardly and start walking around his spacious and silent home. 
 “Can you like, play some music or something?” You turn to ask, and he nods.
             As you’re walking down a hallway, you can imagine yourself getting lost in this house. The music softly comes from every corner of every room as you begin your search as well. You’re thankful that no room in his home has to remain silent with the sound system that must have cost a fortune. It calms you as you stop at a door and open it.
 “No,” you immediately say, stepping back and ignoring the fact that Seonghwa has a fucking hot tub in his bathroom. 
             You continue up a set of stairs and look around for a moment. You feel like you’re taking too long as you begin to peek into each of the rooms on this level. How the fuck are you expected to pick a room when the only room you’ve ever been fucked in is a bedroom or a living room? Seonghwa is so fucking weird. 
             Finally, with all of the bedrooms appearing to be fit for a king that wants to be sexually dominated, you settle on the one that has the window facing the moon. So, you make your way back downstairs, feeling your brain count down your demise the closer you get to him.
 “The room with the really big windows,” you immediately say in a nonchalant way when you get back to him, feeling small.
 “Oh yeah? Why?” He asks, stepping away from the counter he had been patiently waiting for you at. 
             You expected that he wanted you to name the room, but you didn’t exactly prepare a reason as to why you wanted to fuck him in the specific room. 
 “Um,” you pause, shocked at his question. “The moon looks nice I guess?”
             He hums. 
 “You’re expected to be looking at me, babe, not the moon.”
             Babe?! Never has he called you by anything other than your name until now, it’s making your heart jump.
 “Ah, well,” you shift your weight to your other leg and shrug, “Do you have any suggestions then?”
             He shakes his head with a chuckle, walking up to you and ushering you backward. 
 “From this moment forward, I am suggesting nothing but how to touch me,” he says as he begins to undo each button on his shirt. “take me to the room.” He adds, slipping his shirt out of his pants and reaching for his belt.
             You’re still stumbling backward as you watch him undress. He really jumps right into it then?
  Your eyes are stuck as your pupils begin to widen at the image of him walking you backward. No longer does he feel like your boss, this is someone else, this is someone you want. He appears so ready, willing, and determined at this moment too, so you try to match energy.
             Confidence coming back far too quickly to realize, you turn and lead him to the room you’ve chosen and for some odd reason, it feels easy to eye-fuck him each time you look back at him on your way to the room. Still, you don’t know how to go about this or how to fuck him the way he wants you to but god damn are you willing to try. 
             He stands before you inside of the chosen room, an untucked shirt that is also unbuttoned, buckle hanging open from the loops of his pants, eyes equally as blown as yours as he licks against his lips and awaits your instruction. 
 “Do whatever you want,” he encourages you, dipping his head down to where he’s a mere inch from your face. “Kiss me, hurt me, fuck me, whatever you want.”
             You’re not sure if you will ever be able to get used to Seonghwa saying things like these, especially when they’re directed at you. It’s so fucking intimidating and entirely too arousing for you to comprehend within this short span of a single night. 
             Looking at him, he must be able to see the shock on your face at his words, and he softens his gaze a bit with a smile. 
 “Relax, don’t think of me as your boss right now–”
           You pause again because the only reason you’re doing this is because he’s your boss and he just offered himself to you in the midst of a company party that he paid for.
 “I’d prefer if I did think of you as my boss,”
 “I won’t be bossing you around though,” he counters before the realization hits him. “Oh, so you are on the same page?” he smirks when you look down at the floor.
             You nod before taking in a sharp breath and pulling him by his open collar, leading him to the floor just before reaching the bed. A little shocked still at how easy it is when you just do it, you do your best to stay calm and push back that nervous energy growing inside of you.
             He chuckles a bit at the harsh pull against his collar before falling to his knees at the spot you lead him to and he looks up at you and on instinct as he reaches between his legs, ready to pull himself out of his pants like he’s so used to doing when a woman has him in this position. 
             Looking down at him, you think you like him at this angle, and there’s that confidence again. You’re sick of this push and pull of your nervousness so you really try this time to let go and just– fucking do what you very clearly want to do.
             You step beside him and place yourself on the edge of the bed beside him and he watches you do it, turning his body so that he’s now sitting on the floor in front of you. Again, you try not to think when you awkwardly reach under your skirt and slip your panties down your legs, keeping them together so that he can’t see beneath the fabric. 
             He tilts his head as he watches the panties slide down your legs before reaching both hands out to your knees. 
 “I would have done that for you,” he comments, looking at the way your panties drop to the floor between the two of you and preventing himself from snatching them up to keep for his own personal reasons. 
             You’re starting to catch on. He did tell you what he’s into and so far, the only thing you’ve done was bring him to this room and sit him on the floor. Given, through those two actions your attraction towards him has surpassed what you’ve ever felt towards another man willing to get his cock out. 
 “What else would you do for me?” You ask, tilting your head and testing the waters.
 “Anything,” he responds, attempting to move your legs open in front of him, “anything you want, just tell me.”
             His voice is soft at that moment and it has you feeling a way that is somehow more unexpected than anything else. This is your chance to take out your frustrations through pleasure and it’s not like you’ve never done this before at least.
             Without a word, you gently reach to his hair, watching him sigh at the contact of your gentle fingers running through the strands, and then you grip his hair from the back and pull him forward. You spread your legs as you do it, skirt easily rolling up your thighs. 
             The fucking moan he lets out when you do that is pornographic, and it’s like he knows exactly what to do when he’s got his face so close to your heat. He’s already got his tongue out when you guide it straight to your clit, pressing his head closer to you to apply more pressure.
             You watch as his hands slip from your legs and go somewhere unseen, but you’re very aware of where they end up when you hear him unzip his pants.
 “Don’t touch yourself,” You attempt to demand, pulling his head back and looking at his face. “We've only just started.”
             He’s already gone, you can tell by the look in his eye that something inside of him switched the moment you grabbed him and pulled him between your legs. He doesn’t nod, he doesn’t say anything as he looks up at you like you’re some sort of goddess. It’s insane, really, seeing him like this. Having such a rich and intimidating man looking at you like this could become addicting if you think too hard about it.
             His hands come back to your legs after that, attempting to grip you as you grant him access to your clit again. He whines against your clit while you use him and you feel like you have so much power over him right now. You could say that you’re enjoying it a bit too much, enough to confidently start rolling your hips against his tongue, and strangely enough to pull his head back yet again and make him watch your pussy pulse at the loss of pleasure.
             Seonghwa tries to lean forward again immediately upon seeing it, wanting to grant your aching heat his tongue once again but you hold him back, spreading your legs more to the point that your skirt acts as an annoyance by this point and he still doesn’t look away.
 “I didn’t expect you to be so needy.” You comment, still rolling your hips just out of reach from his mouth. “You’re really just going to listen to everything I say?”
             His eyes roll up to meet yours with a nod, his lips glistening and his eyes shining from the moon. 
 “Yes.”
             You laugh at the power being given to you. 
 “Seonghwa, I genuinely cannot believe you piss people off just to have something to jerk off to later–”
             You let go of his hair by this point, allowing him to immediately attach his lips back to your clit, this time though, his tongue frantically splits you open as he trails his mouth down. He appears to be a man who wants nothing more than to pleasure the woman in front of him as his tongue tastes each fold with intent. He groans all the while before reaching his hand up and spreading your pussy with two fingers just to pull back and look directly at the hole he’s so badly wanted to fuck.
 “I only do that to you,” he finally admits with a sigh, leaning in to lick around your clenching hole and rolling his eyes to look up at you. 
 “Do you like it when I insult you?” You laugh, jolting at the use of his tongue and trying your damnedest not to react too much to it. Goddamn, does he know how to work the muscle though. 
 “Yes,” he pulls back with a breath, licking his lips and closing his eyes with a face of pleasure, “you’re so fucking sexy when you do.”
             You think back to all the times you’ve insulted him but you can’t recall a time where you think you’ve actually been caught doing it.
 “Have you been listening to the things I say about you?”
             He smirks from between your legs with a nod before flicking his tongue at you.
             Again, never could you have imagined your boss calling you babe or even saying that you’re sexy, but he’s right there with his tongue out between your legs, and he’s definitely said both of those things to you already. 
 “You can do better than that,” you try to insult him as goes back to lick up the wet that drips out of you like a hungry animal, closing your legs around his head as if to threaten that he will have to stop. 
             Seonghwa knows he can do better than this, then again, he knows you can be more mean than this too. He wants to make you feel good, yes, but he wants you to hate that it’s him who can do it. He wants you to go all out, slap him, pull his hair, sit on his face, choke him, make him cry.
             He moans out from between your legs at all of the things he’s willing to let you do, this time tucking his tongue inside of you as deep as it can go. You said he can do better, and luckily for you, he hadn’t been using the full length of his tongue just yet. 
 “Can’t believe you’re already so wet for me,” he compliments you as he pulls back to breathe for a moment, “put your hands back in my hair, pull it–stop letting me breathe.”
             Your mouth falls open at his words because honestly, you’ve only just recovered from feeling his tongue pry you open, but you don’t protest. He did say he was going to tell you how to touch him, but you didn’t quite expect it to be this way.
             Despite him technically instructing you, much like he would at the office, this task is much easier to run with on your own as you slip your fingers back into his hair and pull a bit harder than you did originally.  When he attempts to move his mouth back to your clit, you hold his head in place and look down at him. Your breath is caught in your throat at the way he smiles at the grip in his hair, and god, he looks so fucking good with his tongue buried in a pussy that you genuinely can’t help to grab his hair with your other hand as well.
             He groans at that, stiffening his tongue and allowing you to hold his head in place as you roll your hips against it, essentially treating his mouth as if it were a stationary toy stuck against your bedroom wall. 
             Seonghwa knew you’d be good at this, even if you need a little encouragement. The best part is that you’re not letting up and that you’re losing yourself to the pleasure between your legs. He’s running out of breath, his nose bumping against your clit each time you grind forward against his face– the mixture of your slick and his saliva ultimately plugging his airways and allowing his face to start going red. 
             Your eyes are closed by now as you throw your head back and grip his hair harder. Only when you’re close to climax do you pull a hand back from his hair and start rubbing your own clit. When you open your eyes to see him again, you note the color of his cheeks are a deep red but god, you’re so close. If you could just–
             His grip against your legs gets tight as your body releases the tension, his tongue still tasting the walls inside of you as you gush out a wave of hot slick for him to swallow up with pleasure, and he does, despite having no air to breathe. When you release his hair as you release, you can feel him shift– keeping his tongue inside of you for a few moments before shoving your hand away and moving his tongue to your clit. Stroking against you so quickly with the flicks of his tongue, you can feel his fingers scooping up the rest of the mess coming out of you before you finally relax and fall back against the bed.
             Well, fuck. 
             Without a second to lose, despite being out of breath yourself, you’re reeling from the post-orgasm brain and he looks so fucking good right now, mouth coated in your juices that you hesitate very little when you speak.
 “Lay down on the bed.”
             Instantly he does, lying himself down, his cock pressing so heavily against his pants that you feel bad that he hasn’t been able to get any pleasure yet.
 “Let me see you touch yourself.” 
             Seonghwa smirks as he sees the confidence grow inside of you. This is exactly what he wants from you. He wants you to watch him, he wants you to be just out of reach, teasing him and mocking him for wanting you as badly as he does. Most of all, he wants to see your eyes go dark at his ability to suffer for you. 
             He looks down at himself and the way his cock strains against one of the nicer pairs of pants he owns, and then he looks at you and licks his lips just to taste you again. 
             You watch his entire body shiver the moment he places his palm against his bulge, grabbing and adjusting himself over his pants before his eyes squeeze shut before falling to you. 
 “Go on,” you instruct, lifting your top off of you and finally ridding yourself of the skirt that sits around your waist. 
             He wastes no time as he watches you undress, each expanse of new skin he sees causes his hand to press harder against himself. You can hear the drag of the fabric against his palm too, offering him a pleasure that is likely more painful than anything, but he’s still moaning like he loves it.
             You study the way his hand moves and you take note of when his body tenses and he releases a sweet sigh of pleasure. You want to know how he likes it specifically so you don’t give it to him. 
             When you’re fully undressed and no longer feeling awkward, considering you just came against his tongue, you sit between his legs and lean back, spreading your legs to give him something more to look at.
             The sound of fabric rubbing against him becomes more intense at that point, and his eyes stay only on your pussy as he does it. He lifts his head, straining his neck to get a better view of it. 
 “Don’t let me come too fast,” he groans, knowing for a fact that he could come right here, right now if you tell him to.
 “You’ll come when I say you can,” you smile, almost mesmerized by the way his hips press up and into his palm with a choked-out sob. 
 “And you say you’ve never done this before?” he lets out a small laugh before rolling his eyes back at the way your pussy pulses before him. 
             You can see him try to not lose himself completely in order to encourage you and tell you what to do if you need it.
 “I watch porn, you know,” you say, trailing your fingers down to your chest and running them over your aroused nipples. 
             Seonghwa watches you like a wild animal, his mind reeling with what you must look like watching porn and fucking yourself. He’s jealous of your fingers and of any man that’s ever gotten between your legs. His length is aching by this point as his body lets out yet another shiver. 
             You watch for a few moments longer before noticing that he genuinely appears to be working himself up to orgasm like this. You shift forward and grab his wrist, stopping his hand from granting himself the pressure he appears to need so badly. He watches you, hips chasing his hand as you move it up and place it directly at your core. 
 “That’s enough for you,” you say, watching his brows knit together and then fall to relief when you gasp at the way he flicks your clit in a rough, frantic type of way. 
             He listens too well, especially when you lean back on your arms and thrust your hips up toward him. You’re right there, spread out between his legs, displaying yourself in such a shameless way that he can’t help but slide his fingers down and instantly into you. 
             Your body jolts a bit at that, but the way his fingers slide against your walls has you looking directly into his eyes with the blown pupils he now decides that he’s obsessed with. His cock is in front of you, and when you press forward a bit with your hips, you can see his wrist rub against himself and he groans each time he does it. 
             His fingers still appear to focus on you though, with the way you feel him searching for the spot inside of you each time he curls his fingers up. Finally, you moan for him and he moans immediately after in response to it. 
             His cock is making an attempt to stand at attention but is still restricted by his pants, you can see the pre-cum soaking him almost entirely by this point and you fucking love it. You scoot further up, holding his wrist and keeping his hand in place as you sit against his thighs this time, bumping his bulge yourself when you pull his fingers out of you and place them against his lips.
 “Lick,” you demand, watching his tongue wrap around the tip of one of his fingers as he sucks it into his mouth.
             Honestly, the way he’s still giving you that same lusty glare as before, it’s got you nearly falling apart at the loss of his fingers even though it was entirely your fault. He acts like he loves it too, humming around his fingers before letting them fall from his lips as you grind up again against the bottom half of his length. 
             You don’t have a lot of patience at this moment, unfortunately. Again, this is new for you and you can’t imagine waiting much longer to at least see his cock, if anything to see him tear up at a new sensation that isn’t his pants.
             You break eye contact and move forward, sitting directly against his bulge and letting out a sigh of how fucking hard it is under you before sliding back harshly and frantically pulling yourself up to rid him of his pants.
             He’s a bit shocked at how fast you move, and a bit disappointed that you’re already preparing to jump his bones without at least an hour of foreplay and edging, but he’s already melted for you and will do anything you want. He even chuckles a bit when you stare directly at his raging cock before you after taking off his pants. Part of him thinks you might even take it into your mouth with the way you’re looking at it. He twitches his cock at you, a crooked smile appearing across his face before he’s getting the air knocked out of him.
             You sit directly on it, sliding against his length while holding your breath and essentially nuzzling it between your glistening folds. He can feel your hole pulse against the underside of his cock and it’s making him fucking feral for you.
             His mouth is open in a silent moan, hands gripping your waist and toes curling at the heat surrounding him before he’s finally opening his eyes to look at you.
 “You mentioned someone telling you that you look pretty when you beg, why haven’t you begged for me yet?” You ask, appearing to be completely composed, perched with his length being coated by your slick between your legs. 
 “Because you’re giving me everything I want.”
             You take a moment to think. Damn. 
             As quickly as you grant him the pleasure, you take it away as you slide off of his length and hover over him instead, pushing his opened shirt to the side and roughly pinching his nipples. You’re not sure if he’s into this, but he said you could do anything, so. 
 “I will do nothing but this until you beg, then,” 
             You watch his eyes roll at the feeling of your soft fingers attempting to abuse his chest and he could probably go insane for you at this moment. He’s been played with this way before, but never do women focus on his nipples like this, they prefer he play with theirs. 
             He writhes at the sensations and you wonder if having the nubs played with shoots a pleasure through his body much like it does yours. He appears to be slightly lost in his thoughts while you do it too, you can feel his pre-cum practically pouring out when he writhes and the head hits your thigh. 
             Seonghwa looks kind of beautiful like this. Little beads of sweat form on his forehead as he tries to contain his body at nothing more than harsh pinches and rubs against his nipples. You continue to watch him fall apart, almost amazed that such a sensation can have him looking like he’s already got his cock buried into someone, you finally let yourself sit again. 
 “Still not going to prove to me how pretty you look when you beg?” You ask, rolling your hips and once again burying his cock between your lips. 
             He groans, knowing full well that he can cum from nipple stimulation alone, but now you’re sitting on him again and it’s like, damn.
 “Choke me,” he grunts, trying to press his cock through your folds in a sharp thrust upwards. 
 “Hm?” you coo, lifting slightly so he loses the sensation again. 
 “Choke me,” he asks again, and then again.
 “You’re asking, not begging,”
             His hips continue to chase the warmth of your bare pussy just out of reach as he smirks at your words. You’re right, and he is so, so willing to beg you at this moment. 
 “Please, choke me if you’re going to sit on my cock like this–” he pauses, “I want you to choke me and sit harder, please.”
             Satisfied though not entirely sold considering he looks pretty with or without begging, you do sit down again, this time harder and trying not to sigh out at the way he nods frantically with a moan. Experimentally, you place your hand around his neck and lean forward, licking his bottom lip.
             You see him shiver again at the feeling of your soft hands around his neck. His hips now stay in place as his hands reach for your hips and make an attempt to hold you down against him, almost as if he’s trying to suffocate his own length with your lips. 
 “Tighter,” he groans, now moving his hips in short thrusts into the tight heat the two of your bodies have managed to create. 
             You listen, though you’ve never really choked another person before, you figure he would tell you if you’re doing it wrong. Squeezing tighter, wondering if you should use both hands to do this, you groan at the feeling of the head of his cock bumping your clit as he moves beneath you. 
             He doesn’t appear to be straining at all, and perhaps you’re doing it incorrectly. You figure you are when he releases a hand from your hip and envelops your own, pressing your hand harder against his throat as a crooked smile plays at his lips. 
 “Like this,” he winces, flexing his abdomen and tightening his core at the feeling of his breath being restricted. “I can come like this–” he chokes out, releasing his tightened muscles and allowing himself to spiral into a pool of pleasure at how wet you’ve gotten for him. The slide of his cock is so easy, it’s so smooth and slippery on him that he barely has to move now.
 “You’re not going to, though,” you smile, trying to tighten your grip more against his neck and watching the way his plush lips fall slack. 
             It must appear silly. You’re just sitting on him completely bare, and him mostly bare. There’s barely any movement between the two of you and he still seems to be having a hell of a time as you hold his throat and talk to him. You can feel his body tense and release every few seconds, and his adam's apple bobs under your palm every few seconds as he somehow keeps his composure through this. 
             Momentarily, you do bring another hand up to his neck, this time sliding yourself up his length before pressing back again. He can’t even groan at this point but you can see him try. His pulse quickens under your fingers and you watch as he squeezes his eyes shut and tenses his body against you. 
             Seonghwa knows he’s in for it, because he’s most definitely about to come and he can’t even tell you that. He’s usually great at preventing it, but with you so focused on keeping his breathing restricted while lazily grinding yourself down on him? Maybe he doesn’t want to listen this time. 
             You note his lips curl up and you instantly release his throat, his face only going slightly more pink than it was before you grabbed him by the throat and his hand instantly tries to force your hands back against his pulse. 
 “No, keep going, i’m gonna–” 
             You pull back immediately and watch him even out his breathing before groaning in frustration at you. Now, he’s looking at you like he will beg and to be fair, they were right. He does somehow look more pretty like this, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes. 
             You pay no mind to it despite burning the image into your brain and pulling yourself back before, without warning (again), you grab his length and sink down until your ass meets his thighs. He is already out of air again, feeling your pussy adjust to him and clench around him, essentially jerking him off better than he does himself. 
             Struggling yourself not to wince at how full you suddenly feel, you try to focus on the way he whines when you place your hand back around his throat. He’s twitching inside of you and trying to fuck into you as soon as you do it, but he is unable to as you squeeze tighter around his neck as a warning. You are far more comfortable doing it now. 
 “Do not fuck me,” you warn, seeing his hand slide across the comforter and clutch it until his knuckles are while. 
             He groans more when you clench around him, teasing his aching cock with the inability to fuck you the way he so desperately wants to. He tries to buck up just a little bit this time. 
 “Seonghwa, do not fuck me,” you repeat, tightening your walls around him once again and listening to the sob he lets out in response. 
           His mouth falls slack and his eyebrows knit together, the beads of sweat on his forehead dampening his messy hair as you cockwarm him until, hopefully, he cries. 
             Seonghwa does as you say though, stilling his hips as he finally opens his eyes in a daze and looks at you. His hands release the comforter at this point, shooting to your hips as he looks down at snugly you’ve managed to tuck him inside of you. 
 “You like being fucked like you’re hated?” You ask, slightly releasing the tight grip around his neck and chuckling at the way you can see him try to control himself.  
             If you truly hated him though, you wouldn’t be doing this to him, but also– you imagine that if you were going to fuck someone like you hate them, you’d make them suffer much like this. Taking away their ability to fuck you despite the fact that they’re already inside of you. 
 “You don’t hate me,” he counters smugly but still with a shaking and pathetic sounding voice, “not with the way you’re drenching my cock like you own it.”
             You grip tighter at his neck and clench your pussy around him again, this time digging your ass against his tights and attempting to push him deeper into you. 
 “I do own it,”
 “Yes, fuck, there you go–” he hisses out with a seething bite to his voice, now unable to stop himself from fucking his hips up and into you. 
             You squeeze his neck once again as a warning, and you even try to press his hips down against the mattress to keep him from doing so, but his strength appears to overpower your own and it’s becoming hard to stop him anyway. Because you want it, and you want him so bad at this moment to absolutely fucking ruin you until you’re the one begging. You removed your hands from his throat and move them to both sides of his face, forcing him to look directly as you as he fucks up at an uncontrollable pace. 
             There, you watch him fall apart beneath you until you finally see those tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. His pupils grow and shrink with each second, and the sound of his hips hitting your thighs almost creates a mantra in your head that you never could forget..but, you stop him.
 “Do not fuck me, Seonghwa,” you warn for the last time and he fucking whimpers as he falls slack against the bed.
 “I want to fuck you,” he groans, chewing against his bottom lip and letting those tears roll down his cheek, “let me make you feel good, please,”
 “No.” You say, leaning down just an inch from his face before slipping yourself off of him and resuming the lazy grinds you’d granted him before. “Are you going to ask me to come in me, too?” you chuckle, watching him fall apart.
 “God, please, yes–” he thinks hard about the image of his seed spilling out of you, the image so arousing that he feels the heat in his abdomen grow regardless of not being inside of you anymore. 
 “We’ll see,” you continue, sliding up his length before finally slipping him back into you. This time, you moan, and this time, you’re unable to stop yourself from moving your hips as you reach for his hand and place it against your clit. 
             All of this teasing is supposed to be for him, but you’re fucking suffering too. You’re actually a little shocked that you remained composed until now. 
 “Make me come again and we’ll talk,”
             He’s eager to do just that, his bedroom eyes scanning your bouncing body as he somehow knows how to both rub your pussy and prevent himself from releasing into you at the same time. He does start to struggle when you start to clench from orgasm around him though, and he moans louder than you do when he sees you fall apart on top of him. 
 “You’re so fucking hot,” he says angrily, wanting nothing more than to be the one dominating you at this moment, edging you, making you beg–  “You look so good when you’re fucking yourself on me,” he continues through your orgasm, “keep making those pretty sounds, let me hear you.”
             You do, riding him and feeling his fingers on you all the way up until his thighs are dripping with your wet and he’s left melting under you with arousal. He thinks he’d let you use him again and again if he can watch you do that again. 
 “You want to come in me?” You finally say, out of breath. 
             It’s like music to his ears as he nods frantically, his cock feeling neglected despite having been actively fucked.
 “Then do it,” You say, sitting on him and refusing to move as your arousal continues to drip onto him.
             He tries to move his hips but you mock him for it. 
 “No, come like this. If you want me so bad, if you want to come so bad, do it.”
             Seonghwa doesn’t hesitate at all. You can see his eyes cross and roll to the back of his head just as you say that to him and for some reason, you feel a little bad about it. He’s so willing to come like this, so willing to let you leave this room as the satisfied one, so willing to control himself. Before you can grant him anything else though, his hands are on your waist and you realize that he’s literally already coming. 
             His silence alone should have told you that, with the way his cock is twitching and spilling into you non-stop since you said those words. Never have you seen a man come on command like that, and fuck, Seonghwa, what the fuck?
             You rush to lean forward, leaning down as his cock stands idle inside of you as it continues to release, all the way until your tongue is flicking his nipple and his body jolts. You feel him fuck up this time, prolonging his orgasm as you kiss against his chest and leave a bruise or two against each nub until he’s managed to empty himself entirely into you. 
             Just as you think it’s over, he appears to have an uprise in energy as he flips you back and lets you fall against the bed, his head instantly sinking between your legs to lick his mess up before it spills out of you. Every last drop is what he wants, just so you can see that he can and will always be willing to do disgusting things for your pleasure. 
             By the time he’s done, he pulls back and looks at you with one of the most fucked out smiles you’ve ever seen on another person. 
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             Though he already used his tongue to clean you up, he went the extra mile and left the room to grab supplies to further clean the two of you up, and only falters when your face appears to be back to normal. He’s unsure of where to go from here, considering you’re still part of his team and it’s unfortunate that there’s still the reality of everything to face. 
 “Do you want to stay?” He asks, the opened shirt that was never removed hanging from his shoulders as his own gaze falls into something soft and less hungry. 
             You don’t know how to answer, because, like, is it wrong to want to stay?
 “You were so talkative while you were riding my dick, babe,” he chuckles, wondering if you can be as dominant in post-sex conversation as you are when you’re actively fucking. 
 “Would you feel better if I make all of the decisions now? Like what you’re used to me doing?”
             You nod silently, wincing at the soreness between your legs despite doing more cock-warming than fucking. 
 “You’re spending the night, and I’ll have something for you to eat in the morning,” He wiggles his brows only for a second, now wondering if this will be a regular thing or not. “Actual food, I mean, but– y’know,” 
             He pauses to look at you as he speaks.
 “I’m not against doing this with you again, just so you know.”
             The smile that stretches across your face is relieving to him, especially when you nod and meet his eye without hesitation. 
 “Sorry if it wasn’t that good, I’ve really never done this before–” You go to apologize but he stops you.
 “You did better than you think you did, if anything, you could be rougher,” he admits with a warm chuckle, running his hands through his fucked up hair. “I knew you were my type.” 
             You can’t help but contrast who Seonghwa is now versus who he was to you yesterday. Monday is going to be interesting. Which–wait.
 “What’s going to happen on Monday?” You ask, feeling a bit of doubt about this whole arrangement.
 “Right, about that,” He ticks his tongue before leaning back and lounging against the headboard. “Obviously we can’t let anyone find out. We both would be risking our jobs over this–” 
             Brain still half-horny, you wiggle your own brows at him and he looks at you curiously with a mischievous smile of his own. 
 “No,” he warns, holding his hands up and shaking his head. “We can’t sneak around at work. If anyone found out that I want you to, quite literally, gag me and slap me around–”
 “Right, you wouldn’t be able to intimidate them anymore,” 
             You can’t help but feel special at this moment in this big room with the huge windows and moon shining in. 
 “Would you be against me at least, y’know, being inappropriate when it’s just us?”
             Seonghwa studies you for a moment as he thinks to himself.
 “Like I said before, there’s nothing you can’t do when you look at me like that.”
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kairiscorner · 9 months
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my insomniac ahh had to make this, so imagine:
the atsv babes with an insomniac partner (part 1 !)
miles would probably not have been bothered if you texted him in the middle of the night, well a little disoriented because he was in the middle of sleeping peacefully, but when it came to you, nothing was a bother. he would be worried though, like you messaging him at that time? it had to have been important. so he checks your messages and just chuckles to himself when you text him, "miles bb i cant sleep tell me a story :(" he'd text you back, "want me 2 swing u round nyc? make u feel better (´。• ◡ •。`) ♡" you'd always giggle at the cute little kaomojis he'd send, they always cheered you up no matter how irritating your insomnia would get. "ngl i think i cant sleep bc of u" you text him. he raised an eyebrow and texts you back, "wdym?" as he waits for your message, miles' mind began to think that, lately, you did seem pretty lethargic and tired at school. you were caught sleeping in class once and tried to cover for you that you were both studying up late at night for your geography finals or something, when in reality, you were struggling to sleep at night. he sighed, he felt bad he couldn't help you fall asleep right then and there, but he really wanted to do something to ease your burden. it wasn't long until you texted him back a selfie of you curled up in your bed, smiling, with dark circles under your eyes and with disheveled hair all the while from all the tossing and turning. you had a caption there that said, "bc when i finally sleep i find myself missing u, dont leave me while im sleeping ok?" he blushed as he saw your cute face, even if it was tired and sleepy. he took a bed selfie of his own, the same fashion as yours--disheveled and smiling as he's tucked in, with the caption, "ofc not ill even visit ur dreams if u want me to ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩)"
gwen would probably be doing her rounds as spider woman when she noticed a faint light still on by your room. she decided to check in on you, the last time that light was on, you were overworking yourself on a group project you carried all on your own she kicked those slackers' asses the next day. the minute she got there, she noticed you were tossing and turning a whole lot in your bed, clearly struggling to find the right position and spot on your bed to sleep in comfortably. she winced, you seemed really stiff and uncomfortable, you didn't look like sleep was coming to take you away to dreamland any time soon. she lightly knocked on your window, which made you get up immediately. you smiled when you saw her, and you opened the window for her. "hey," you said, clearly tired but unable to sleep. "hey." she replied with a grin as she sat by your windowsill. "can't sleep?" she asked and you nodded slowly. "that... really sucks." she said, taking her mask off to look at you. she was sorry she couldn't say anything better to help the situation, but whatever you were going through, she didn't want you to go through it alone. you laid back down on your bed, "what about you? any plans to sleep tonight, spider woman?" you asked her, to which she chuckled. "not when you're new york's only defender. and especially not when my partner is struggling to sleep on such a fine night." "well... can you maybe sit down next to me? it's not gonna be anything weird, i just... i have a feeling i couldn't sleep because of everything that's happened to us lately–i just really missed you." you say as you look up at her, now in front of you as she hopped off the windowsill and walked toward you. "like how we used to do at sleepovers?" she asked as she gently pulled up a chair and sat across from you. you smiled. "yeah... just like how we used to do at sleepovers." you said as gwen took your hand in her own. even with the suit on, it was warm. you could feel her pulse, the life in her veins and the love she had for you. "i really love you, gwen." you say as she leaned over to kiss your forehead. "love you, too. i hope you'll sleep well tonight." she said as she brushed a few stray hairs away from your face as you closed your eyes, smiling and holding her hand all the while, with her not intending nor planning to ever let you go.
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Chapter 1: flower necklace Loak!spiderman x fem!reader Modern au!
notes: wow I'm actually so excited to make this series, I actually love it sm. I have to give credits to my bae @loaksluvrr bc she made this first, and I loved it sm I had to remake it, so make sure to read hers! warnings: blood, I think that's it, lemme know if I missed something!
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It was currently 2.30pm. I'm kinda disappointed that lo'ak never showed up, it wasn't something he'd do. He's never late. Okay maybe he's late alot… but not when he would make plans with me. It was kinda weird…
I suddenly heard banging outside. And then a knock on my window, how? I was on the 3rd floor of my house? How can someone knock on my window?
"Y/n please let me in." Lo'ak said as I walked to my window, I didn't see him infront of my window, how was that possible? Was I hallucinating? I slowly opened the window, and I saw nothing.
"AAH-" I screamed as I saw spiderman hanging down my window, "y/n please calm down and let me in" he said as he layed his hands on my shoulders while still hanging upside-down.
"W-what…" I said while I slowly backed away from the window. I didn't know what to do, or what to say. "Y/n please it's me" he said as he pulled his mask down.
What. The. Fuck. Lo'ak is spiderman?
I can't believe what I'm seeing right now. "Oh my god…" I said as I backed away even more. "Y/n please just calm down" he said as he climbed into my room. "I-I am calm…" I said as lo'ak came closer to me, as he came closer to me I saw a big wound on his lower stomach, "lo'ak ur bleeding? Are you okay?" I came closer again to take a good look at the wound.
"Y/n I'm totally fine, it's nothing" I lifted up his upper part of the suit and his lower stomach was covered in blood. "Nothing? Your whole stomach is covered in blood? Here sit down." I said as I lead the way to my bed. "Aghh" he growned as he layed down slowly. "Uhm I've gotta get some bandaids and shit, just… just stay here and don't move" I said as I was kinda stressing out, "y/n just stop stressing, because now ur even stressing me out." it's like he could read my mind. I got the bandaids and ran back to my room as fast as I could.
"H-here I got bandaids, uhm clean stuff shit, and just this whole ass basket off stuff" I said as I threw it all on the bed. "Y/n just stop and lemme explain all of this" he said as he tried to grab my arm "No. No. I need to clean this up" I said as I started grabbing random stuff.
As I started to clean his wounds, he started talking, "Y/n I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier, agh-" he said as I put a little to much pressure to the wound, "Sorry? You couldn't even bother to tell me that you're fucking spiderman?"
"Please it's not like that, I just couldn't tell you. I- I didn't want my enemies to get to you or something, or for you to get hurt, I did it to protect you"
"Protect me? You lied to me!" I said as I applied more pressure, "Y/n just stop!" He screamed as he pushed my hands away from his wounds.
"I love you. And I didn't tell you because I love you. I wanted to protect you."
"Y-you could've atleast told me" I said as I sat down on the bed next to him. "I know, and that's why I told you today" I right into his eyes "well it didn't really seemed planned today." I said as I looked at his wound, "yea… well I wanted to tell you at 2pm, but then this thing came up… and… i was just a little busy"
"What came up?" I said as I look worried at him. "It was nothing…" I looked at him with my puppy eyes, "lo'ak what happened?"
"It was just a little robbery… this little jewellery shop was getting robbed, so I helped out a little" I looked shocked, "A ROBBERY? You almost got killed for some jewellery shop!" I screamed at him.
"Well it wasn't really for the shop, I was in-line at the counter… I was getting you a necklace" he said as he held up a little jewellery box and opened it. It was this beautiful necklace with a little flower charm, just as small as my fingernail. He knew me so well, I love little charms.
"Oh my god, that's so beautiful!" I screamed as I kissed him. "A beautiful necklace, for my beautiful girl"
"Ew you always have the most cringiest pick up lines" I said sarcastically as he put the necklace around my neck, "well it's true" he said.
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lcandothisallday · 2 years
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I am addicted to your fics but can you do one where y/n breaks up with jack bc he doesn’t spend time with her anymore. Y/n is also famous and her fans ask why they unfollowed each other and they aren’t posting each other anymore. Jack makes it up to her. Like angst to fluff.
Moving On - Jack Harlow x f!reader
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Meeting Jack one year ago and him asking you on that first date was possibly the biggest blessing and curse. The nickname Princess that he often used with you was one that was well suited for you considering he always treated you like one. It was for the simple reasoning that Jack Harlow was whipped. The boy loved the chase and when he finally caught you, he held on like his life depended on it. Even fans started to pick up on it and you two slowly began to become the internet’s favourite couple. Part of it was due to you both never shying away from sharing your relationship publicly, especially when both your careers were smaller in scale.
Now with his rise to fame, and his increasingly busier schedule, all of that seemed to slowly fade. FaceTime calls were scarce; growing longer in time between calls. It was frustrating to say the least, especially because it felt like you were putting in more effort into the relationship than he did.
Jack sighed as he ran his free hand through his curls. The other hand held onto his phone tightly in front of him as he stared at your face that was present on his screen. "I thought you of all people would understand this life. So why are you constantly complaining?” he muttered.
You scoff and shake your head in annoyance. One thing about Jack was that he was stubborn. The both of you had always agreed to be communicative during your relationship but whenever you tried to bring up something that was bothering you, he always took offence and an argument ensued. "I want to be dating you, Jack! Not my phone! You barely have time for this relationship--I'm always the one flying out to where you are or rescheduling my shoots. I can't-I can't keep being second place to your work," you say with a sigh. "You don't ever try to compromise--"
“Y/N you know that I’m busy—”
You furrow your brows, the pettiness rising within you. “You weren’t fucking busy when you were in South America letting that brazillian bitch prance around you—”
Jack clenched his jaw as he let out a steady breath, trying to remain calm. “Why do you keep acting like that trip wasn’t also work?” he interrupted with a question. “And I fucking told you before that nothing happened between me and her. She was exaggerating our interactions.”
“Jack you don’t get it! When you asked me if you should do that festival-you knew it was the only week I had free before my next project,” you frowned.
Jack let out a frustrated sigh, “baby I told you to come join me—”
“And I told you I wanted to go back home to see my family that I hadn’t seen in a year and I wanted you come with me and you still didn’t consider it,” you argue. “I always come to Lousville for you and you never do the same Jack.”
“Why don’t you cut the fucking bullshit excuses and just tell me what you want,” Jack said firmly, his tone and expression fully annoyed.
At that, you were truly baffled. You couldn’t believe your ears because after all of this talking, he still didn’t know the root of the argument. All you wanted was for him to be more considerate and spend more time with you but apparently that flew way over his head.
Taking in a shaky breath, you pause a moment before you let out a sigh. “I want to break up with you…Because I just can’t do this anymore,” you admit quietly.
Jack’s eyes widened as he let out a scoff, his face turning red with anger. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?! You’re breaking up with me?” he asked, his voice raising.
“Yes because you don’t care anymore!”
“You know what? Fuck you,” was all he said before he hung up the FaceTime call on you. He proceeded to toss his phone aside before he leaned back in his bed and ran both his hands through his hair then down his face. His heart rate was picking up and the urge to cry was overwhelming. “Fuck,” he muttered, his breathing now laboured.
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It was now two months later and to say you felt empty was an understatement. You missed Jack more than anything. You thought you’d be accustomed to it from the fact that even while you two were together, spending time with one another was difficult. But now you realized you took the little things like your little nightly FaceTime calls for granted.
Since the breakup, you managed to cleanse all of your socials from all occurrences with Jack. Neither of you put out an official statement of the breakup but your fans were able to assume correctly with the way you archived all of your photos together and stopped posting him and showing your support towards his shows.
Now you were sat in a dressing room, preparing to go on Ellen. Your publicist convinced you it was a good idea despite you actually hating the tv personnelle.
“Okay Y/N. You’re on in five,” an assistant spoke, you nodding to confirm.
Also in LA, Urban sat in the van with the tv on, waiting for your appearance on Ellen. Jack was off doing something in preparation for one of his shows later that night which had Urban confidentally use the massive tv rather than his phone.
To his luck, Jack barged right in the second you appeared on screen. Urban slightly panicked, searching for the remote which made Jack laugh at his best friend.
“You’re watching porn on the big screen now?” Jack teased as he toed off his shoes before he glanced up at the tv. “Oh,” he mumbled, his breath getting caught in his throat as he watched you and Ellen greet one another.
Urban instantly felt bad, his fingers finally finding the remote. “I Uh-I can turn it off.”
Jack quickly shook his head, “nah. It’s fine,” he said, plopping down onto the couch next to his best friend. “The fuck is she doing on Ellen? She fucking hates her,” he mumbled, crossing his arm as he watched curiously.
After sharing greetings and talking about your newest project, Ellen started to ask the invasive questions. You truly wished you could’ve avoided it but knowing her, you couldn’t.
“So you’re recently single right?” Ellen began. You licked your lips in annoyance before you shrugged nonchalantly, choosing not to say anything which only made Ellen smirk. “Its not a false assumption considering you deleted all of your photos with the rapper Jack Harlow.”
You sigh. “Well then you assume correctly,” was all you say.
Ellen hums in acknowledgment. “Are any of the rumours of why you broke up true?” she asked.
You shake your head. “None of them are true. It was just…bad timing,” you shrug, anxiously playing with your fingers. “I’d um…I’d honestly rather not talk about it,” you breathed out.
Jack continued to watch with a frown. “Bad timing? She didn’t even try to make things work between us!” he argued, mainly to himself. Urban sighed before he looked to Jack. “Dude if watching this is just gonna make you mad then let’s just go out—”
“I’m fine, Urb.”
Urban threw his hands up in surrender. “Whatever you say.”
Back in the studio, Ellen continued on with her interrogation towards you. “Are you dating around?”
You shake your head and let out a small and almost mocking laugh. “Nah. It’s a bit insulting if I was able to move on that quick don’t you think? I’m working on myself too you know. Don’t think I can say the same about him though,” you mumble under your breath, referring to how multiple photos of Jack and other women were surfacing on the web post breakup. The catch was he wasn’t actually sleeping with any of them.
Ellen grinned, having felt successful at getting some pettiness out of you. “You’re right,” she chuckled. “But it’s been two months and you deserve happiness so…let’s play who’d you rather!”
You furrow your brows and nod slowly. “So what’s the objective?”
“I’ll show you two men and you choose who’d you rather go on a date with,” Ellen put simply. You nod in understanding before you lean back in your seat in preparation.
The screen shifts and presents two men. “Justin Bieber or Drake?” Ellen mused in question.
“Drake for sure,” you respond with a grin. “I love Toronto so he’d be taking me there,” you joke with a shrug.
Jack scoffed but remained silent as he continued to watch, his jaw clenched.
Drake remained on screen and Justin was then replaced by Shawn Mendes. “Hm still Drake,” you confirm. Ellen nods and the next pair showed up.
“Ooh okay…are you still with Drake or are you choosing Chris Evans?” she smirked. Your eyes widened and a small laugh escapes you. “Ooh this one is tough…Chris Evans is really cute,” you think aloud.
“He’s an older man,” Ellen points out. You shrug, “sometimes you need that maturity,” you muse, indirectly insulting Jack. “So I’m choosing Chris.”
Ellen smirked. “Chris or Bryson Tiller?”
“Ooh Bryson is so fine.” You say without hesitation. “But he’s taken and I love his girlfriend so I think I’ll stick to Chris.”
The next photo that appears puts Chris against Jacob Elordi. Eyes widening slightly, you pause a moment for contemplation. “Damn…I think I’m leaning towards Jacob,” you confess with a small blush. “I like how tall he is and his accent is to die for…” you swoon. “He’s definetly very attractive. I wouldn’t mind going on a date with him,” you shrug.
The game continues and you stay persistent with your choice being Jacob which has Jack fuming to say the least.
Rolling his eyes, Jack stood up abruptly. “Fuck this,” he muttered, shaking his head and walking away.
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“Jack Harlow! Thank you for joining us today,” the male radio host mused. Jack smiled politely and nodded, “thanks for having me,” he said back.
“Okay now we’ll definetly get into your upcoming album and the making of it but first…I think we all collectively want to know the tea,” the man smirked.
Jack let out a small laugh before he shrugged nonchalantly. “Shoot man. What you wanna know?” he asked, leaning back in his seat confidentially.
“You and Y/N man…what happened with that? It got messy real quick.”
Jack let out a sigh. “It is what it is,” he shrugged. “Aight but who broke up with who? Cos she’s moved on pretty quick—”
“She broke up with me…for some shitty ass reasons too. But I gotta clarify and clear my name cos some people think I cheated but I didn’t. I loved her too damn much to do that to her,” he mumbled, looking away momentarily and clearing his throat.
The interviewer furrowed his brows. “So why y’all break up then?”
“She wanted more attention then I could give her,” he shrugged. “Nothing nasty happened. It’s just life.”
The interviewer examined Jack’s reaction a moment before he asked the next question. “You still in love with her?”
Jack let out a sarcastic laugh. “All ima say—haven’t been laid in a hot minute. Can’t seem to get it up for anyone but her,” he joked.
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When fans caught wind that Jack was still in love with you and couldn’t move on, some hated you for it while others encouraged him to win you back.
He wanted so badly to text you or reach out in any way but he never did. Partly due to the fact that he didn’t want to lose his dignity but the other factor being that he thought you’d reject him. You did break up with him after all.
After hearing about Jack’s interview, you became desperate for him. Nothing serious ended up happening with Jacob and it was mainly because Jack was still on your mind 24/7 and after hearing he still loved you—you wanted him back.
When his album released, you listened to it the second it hit midnight, a mix of anxiety and excitement present as you heard it. By the end of it, you were so incredibly proud of him.
At that moment, you decided to just bite the bullet and text him. You had missed him so much and you thought maybe this was your only chance.
You: Hey J. I just heard the album. I’m so fucking proud of you. I know how hard you worked on it and it shows. It’s a masterpiece.
Neelam saw Jack’s phone ding and light up with a notification and she couldn’t help but glance to see who it was. When she did, her eyes widened.
“Who is it?” Jack asked, munching happily on some chips. Neelam licked her lips and cringed slightly. “It’s Y/N…but I think you should ignore her text—”
Neelam barely had the chance to finish her sentence before he snatched the phone off of the coffee table, his eyes widening. His heart rate picked up as he read the text over and over, a smile making its way onto his lips. Noticing this, Neelam let out a sigh. “Jack she’s only gonna hurt you again if you text back,” she warned.
“She won’t,” he defied stubbornly. “And it’s none of your business,” he mumbled, slipping out of the room and heading into a more private one. He bit his lip as he contemplated how to respond to your text.
Jack: You in LA?
You: Yeah. Until the end of the month
Jack: I’m doing a meet and greet tomorrow. Come over to my hotel after I’m done?
You: I’d like that a lot
Jack grinned upon reading your reply. It felt like he was on cloud nine in that moment, the giddiness overtaking his entire being. He quickly sent you the details and for the first time in a while, Jack went to bed excited for the next day.
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As you approach the hotel Jack was staying at, your nerves were getting the better of you. You contemplated one too many times if you should turn back but you wanted to see him more than anything.
The second Jack heard your knocks, he immediately swung open the door. Both your breaths got caught in your lungs as you stared at one another. It had been too long for either or your likings.
Without missing a beat, you instantly throw yourself into him, your arms wrapping around his neck. “I’ve missed you so much,” you breath out into the crook of his neck. Jack took the opportunity to embrace you back, his heart beating wildly at you being in his arms again. “Miss you too mamas.”
Eventually he takes the step to pull away with a small smile on his lips. He takes your hand and leads you into the hotel room, the two of you taking a seat on the edge of the king sized bed.
You both sit in this half awkward half comfortable silence before he decided to speak. “So um…you and Jacob?” he mumbled in question, looking down at his feet.
Your brows furrowed and you shook your head. “We went on like two dates but nothing happened.”
“But you wanted something to happen right?”
“What? No,” you respond back firmly. “Was too hung up on you still to allow anything more to happen.”
Jack scoffed, “but you obviously wanted something to happen though? Y’all looked real close in the photos that came out,” he said lowly. “If you were still hung up on me then you wouldn’t have gone out with him.”
You take in a sharp breath as your eyes narrowed at him. “Did you ask me to come here for you to argue and get your frustration out or something?”
Jack let out a defeated sigh as he ran a hand through his curls. “I still love you,” he confessed, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. “And it hurt me so much that you moved on so quickly.”
Your hand instantly reaches for his, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Except I didn’t move on. I tried because I thought it would make me feel better but I promise you Jack nothing happened. I couldn’t bare the thought of being with someone other than you,” you said softly, looking into his baby blue eyes. “Because I still love you too. But I couldn’t keep going with this relationship being one sided. It wasn’t fair.”
“You keep saying one sided like I fell out of love with you or something,” Jack said in offence, his brows furrowed.
“It’s what it would’ve turned in to,” you said. “Jack-baby it got to the point where we barely talked. You stopped doing all the little things that I loved- you stopped caring completely. I put in so much more effort than you did. Was I supposed to wait until you really did fall out of love with me or found pleasure in someone else?” you asked, not having even realized that you had begun crying.
Jack instantly cupped your cheeks with his larger hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs as he looked at you with pure determination in his features. “I promise you I’ll do better. I’ll stop blowing off your family and I won’t miss any more anniversaries and I’ll call you every fucking day like it’s a religious obligation. I’ll be the boyfriend you deserve,” he promised. “Just be mine again,” he practically begged.
“I’ve always been yours,” you say, smiling softly before you eagerly sealed the deal by pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. Jack kissed back with fever, the two of you desperately clawing at each other to get even closer if possible. You moaned softly into the kiss as Jack laid you both down on the king sized bed, his hands running down your hot body, making butterflies erupt in your stomach and for the wetness to pool between your thighs.
“I love you so much,” he groaned against your mouth, pressing his clothed hard on against your thigh.
“I need you Jack.”
“Fuck—never thought I’d ever hear you say that again,” he mumbled softly, pressing a tender kiss to your lips again. “So let me make you feel good,” he whispered, licking his lips before smirking and inching his way further down your body.
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kate for someone reason thinking jamie is homophobic not sure why or how but she does (sara has me obsessed with the idea that they can’t stand each other now lol) and then him introducing her to gary and she’s like 🤯 ft. micah in the corner like you didn’t know he never shuts up about him???
god Kate and Jamie literally CANNOT STAND EACH OTHER!!! I'm OBSESSED with that dynamic tbh!!!!!!! As always. this one is much longer than intended...
Also, don't need to have read it but this is technically intended to tie in to my fic Happy wife, happy life (but tldr Jamie regularly calls Gary his wife partly to keep their relationship under wraps but mostly bc. he finds it funny to call Gary his wife.)
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“Obviously we’re done for the season right before pride month kicks off,” one of the CBS producers is saying, eyes darting over something on an iPad. “And since you four have been pretty popular we were thinking of including you in some of those ad campaigns, so if I could just get some dates off of all of you –”
“No,” Jamie says immediately.
All three of his colleagues snap their heads up to him, but only Kate looks at him coolly and says “no?”
Micah, because he’s Micah, chuckles and slaps Jamie in the shoulder, trying to diffuse some of the new tension in the air. “Not like you to turn down extra cash, Carra.”
Jamie rolls his eyes, pretends not to notice the way Kate’s eyes are burning into him. “Check my contract. Wish I could, honest,” he says to the producer, feeling very very glad that he had a clause added to his contract specifically so that he doesn’t have to take part in things like this, “But it just wouldn’t be do-able. You lot ‘ave fun, though, with yer rainbows and yer glitter.”
Kate just looks at him incredulously. “This is one thing you decide to take a stand on, mister ‘I don’t care about politics’?”
Rainbows just don’t really suit Jamie, is the thing. Nor does the extra scrutiny that comes from wearing rainbows.
Doesn’t really matter to him what Kate thinks of him, though, so he just shrugs and continues packing up his stuff for the day.
*
“Jamie – Jamie, I finally got onto Raya, can you have a look at my profile?”
Jamie looks up at Micah with a frown. “What the fuck is a Raya?”
“It’s a dating app,” Kate says from her end of the desk, in that unimpressed tone of hers that makes Jamie wonder why she’s bothering to insert herself into the conversation at all.
“An exclusive dating app,” Micah corrects, wiggling his phone in front of Jamie.
“Weren’t you already seeing someone?” asks Jamie, but he accepts the phone with a sigh and puts his glasses on. “I don’t – I’ve never used one of these things, what am I meant to be lookin’ at?”
Micah shrugs. “Didn’t work out,” he says breezily. “How have you never used a dating app, you’ve not been married that long. And look at yourself, you can’t tell me you weren’t a player before Mrs Carra came along.”
Jamie had got around a bit, in his playing days. Not much, mind, because he’d had to be careful, but he’d done alright. Unfortunately – and this is not something he’ll ever admit to anyone, even under duress – any thoughts of that had gone out the window the moment he’d walked onto the Sky campus after retiring.
“You’re right,” he says with a wink, “look at me. As if I’d need an app to find myself a bird. Why’d you want me to look at this, I’m not exactly your target audience. ‘less there’s somethin’ you’re not tellin’ us,” he adds, elbowing Micah and waggling his eyebrows.
Kate looks on unimpressed as the two of them double over in laughter. “Not that any of us would have a problem if you were, right Jamie?” she says haughtily.
Jamie catches Micah’s eye and has to fight back another bout of laughter. “Dunno,” he says, “I can think of one or two problems I’d ‘ave if Big Meeks here suddenly tried hittin’ on me.”
Micah bursts out laughing again, his hand clapping to Jamie’s forearm, and Jamie can’t help but join in – it’s infectious, okay?
“God,” Micah says, wiping a tear from his eye, “can you imagine how your missus would react. I’d never be able to work in television again.”
“Nah, she’d prob’ly send you a fruit basket, thank you for taking me off ‘er hands.”
Kate clears her throat and the two of them sober immediately at the sight of her raised eyebrow. “Maybe cool it with the outdated banter,” she says, “or do I need to remind you boys that you’re not in a dressing room anymore?”
She storms off, he heels click-clicking away as Jamie and Micah look at each other and try (and fail) not to start laughing again.  
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“You didn’t want to bring your wife to the end of season party, then?” Kate asks politely, looking slowly around the room.
“Huh?” Jamie says eloquently, because he’s had a couple of glasses of prosecco and he’s not thinking as quickly as he usually might. “Oh, the missus. Yeah, she’s here but  – I dunno, she’s a bit shy, like. You didn’t invite Malik?”
Kate rolls her eyes, the way she always does when Jamie mentions her boyfriend. “Well, he lives in America. So.”
“Carra,” an annoying voice calls from just behind him, “Carra, come over ‘n meet Schmeichel? I’ve not seen ‘im in years, d’you know, I think I’d forgot how tall he was.”
Jamie puts a hand on the small of Gary’s back to keep him from bouncing around too much (the man is such a lightweight, it’s embarrassing), and says “I’ve already met Peter, you dolt. I work with ‘im, remember?”
Gary squints at him for a second. “You drag me all the way down to London, and then y’can’t even be bothered to –” he finally seems to realise that Jamie had been talking to someone, because he quickly shakes his head around a bit and holds a hand out to Kate with a smile. “You’re Kate, right? I love what you do on the show, honest, I’m always sayin’ people need to be meaner to James here.”
Jamie thinks he sees Kate blush a bit, like she hadn’t realised anyone else had noticed her dislike of Jamie, but she takes Gary’s offered hand anyway. “And of course you’re the famous Gary Neville, I’ve heard a lot about you,” she greets. “But aren't you still with Sky? What brings you to our little operation here?”
“Scopin’ out the competition,” he says with a wink, then turns back to Jamie. “Carra – Peter?”
“I said no! I’ll talk to him later, stop badgerin’ me.”
“Did you two travel down from Manchester together?” asks Kate, “You know, Jamie seems so invested in my relationship but none of us have ever met his wife, do you know where she’s got to?”
“Ah, his fuckin’ wife,” Gary mutters, smirking up at Jamie. Jamie winks in reply and slips his hand down a bit to pinch him on the arse.
Micah comes over, his tuxedo strained against his biceps, and he pulls Gary away from Jamie to throw an arm around his shoulder in a half-hug.
(Gary squirms a bit at the unexpected contact, but he still gives Micah a friendly pat on the chest.)
“Big Nev! It’s been ages, man – Jamie told us you were coming, but he’s promised that before and not delivered.”
“Been pretty busy, up in Manchester,” Gary says with a shrug, carefully extracting himself from under Micah’s arm and returning to Jamie’s side. “But I’m obliged to do the plus one thing at least two –” (“Three,” Jamie corrects,) “—fine, three times a year, and I figure there’re worse places to be.”
“Aw, you love it really,” Micah says. “I’ve always kind of wondered what it’s like to be a WAG.”
Gary rolls his eyes. “It’s a thankless job, to be fair.” He pokes Jamie in the bicep and adds “I’m going back to talk t' Peter, you miserable old twat. Honest, I’m always talkin' to Scousers fer you.”
“I already know –” Jamie starts to protest, but Gary’s already wandered off. “Ugh. Sorry about ‘im. You can’t take Mancs anywhere, can ya?”
The two Mancs he’s talking to look at him, unimpressed.
“He seemed nice,” Kate says carefully.
“He’s not,” Jamie replies.
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“Good summer?” Micah asks, their first show back after the break.
“Brilliant,” Jamie replies with a grin. “It were my turn to choose the destination, so –”
“Ibiza?”
He nods. “Ibiza. The house was done just in time, too.”
“You know, I can’t really imagine Gary in Ibiza.”
“Oh, he hates it. Complained the whole time, but he does that wherever we go.”
He becomes aware that Kate is watching them from across the desk, not trying to hide that she’s listening to their conversation with curiosity. Jamie nods to her, all polite like. “Hows about you, Kate, good summer?”
“It was fine, I –” she shakes her head. “Sorry, you’re saying you go on holiday with Gary Neville?”
Micah scoffs. “Who else would he go with?” he asks, and Jamie points to him in agreement.
“I dunno, his wife?”
Jamie blinks.
He thought he’d got all this out the way, dragging Gary along to the party a couple of months ago. Apparently not.
“Gary is my wife,” he says, then suddenly feels very stupid saying that to someone who’s not already in on the joke, so he corrects to “my husband, I mean. Obviously he’s not – he’s a man. Obviously.”
Kate’s eyes are wide, unblinking. She looks between Jamie and Micah, lips pressed together while her brain seems to be buffering.
“You’re married to a man?” she says eventually. “But you’re not gay, I mean – you’re –”
Jamie, who last time he checked definitely was gay, raises an eyebrow, amused. “I’m what?”
“You’re a footballer,” she attempts, and oh, this is far too easy.
“Bit ‘omophobic, that, sayin’ footballers can’t be gay,” he replies, holding back a smirk.
“Oh shut up, you know what I – you’re a lad! You’re always with the banter, and the…”
Thierry wanders over, freshly brewed cup of tea in hand. “What have you two done this time?” he asks, looking pointedly at Jamie and Micah.
Jamie raises his hands to protest his innocence.
“Thierry,” Kate asks, reaching a hand out towards him, “did you know Jamie’s married to a man?”
Thierry rolls his eyes. “Ugh, fucking Neville,” he replies, and goes to sit down.
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the blorbo-ification of korvin kwan
set in a combo of @vermillioncrown's 'the pros and cons of digging your own grave' and my 'a sunset every hour,' i wrote a scene for verm as gift fic, because i was so affronted by how mean the narrative was to My Boy (korvin) and how much i wanted him to get wrapped in a blanket and also have a dental visit. hence the title--i spiritually adopted him in a hopefully less cracked version of 'you lost the rights to your oc bc you were mean to them.' (we've all seen the screenshots of those posts, right???)
so this is allie finding out that dick grayson has been hiding an entire twelve year-old from her. she is not well pleased lmao.
Allie’s pretty sure that she’s timed Dick’s work schedule correctly, but she’s also willing to wait outside the doorstep of his latest safe house until he arrives and soothes her frazzled nerves about his general state of being.
What Allie is not expecting is for not-Dick to answer the door, and especially she isn’t expecting that someone to be a wavy-haired East Asian boy who opens the door but doesn’t undo the chain lock, peering through the gap between door and frame all squinty-eyed.
“Um,” says Allie, eyes flashing to the 302 on the door, which is exactly the number it should be. “I’m…looking for Dick?”
The evaluative quality of the kid’s stare does not diminish. “You’re too young to be a girlfriend.”
She’s helpless against the instant full-face squinch that sentence causes. “We’re more like mutually adopted siblings,” she hazards, voice tight, and regretful that everything regarding the usage of Dick's name sounds inappropriate for the public, especially under-eighteens.
A pause.
“Mr Richard didn’t tell you he underwent child acquisition,” he observes.
“He didn’t, and he’s going to rue that fact until the day he dies.”
“Sounds like siblings, yeah. You’re Allie, then?”
“He talked about me to you but couldn’t be bothered to mention you to me?” she mutters, mostly to herself.
“I was trying to pretend to not-hear him talk to you on the phone. Not really possible in this shoebox.” Some of the squinting eases. “If you can prove who you are, I can let you in until Mr Richard gets back. Otherwise I’m calling the cops.”
Allie is…impressed by that statement, she's pretty sure. “I haven’t got a driver’s license yet, but I’ve got a learner’s permit and a library card. Sufficient evidence?”
A hand pokes through the gap, fingers making grabby motions. Three minutes later has her standing in the kitchen, shoes and coat off, and peering at the meal prep in progress.
“Korvin,” as she’s been informed is the kid’s name, “I know Dickard’s idea of a good meal is take-out, but what the fuck? Do you seriously have to cook it yourself if you want a vegetable?”
“Mr Richard makes sure I get fed,” is the dodgy reply, and Allie knows what covering for someone you don’t want to get in trouble sounds like. So she decides straightforward is best.
“Look, I love Dick to bits,” she tells Korvin. “But his life is held together by silly string, boyish charm, and Barbara. Fuck,” she realizes, pulling her flip phone from her back pocket. She holds the power button until the screen lights on. “Yeah, hope that freaks them both out and gets him over here tout de suite.” She puts her attention back on Korvin, who is regarding her with similar wariness as when he first opened the door. “My point is, if you’re not getting taken care of, you tell me, and I make sure it happens. Capische?”
Korvin seems a little too stunned or cagey or something to reply.
She flips her phone back open and opens her contacts before pressing the device into his hands. “Put your number in and text yourself so you can contact me. Which, by the way, is an ‘anytime’ kind of offer.”
Another, slightly wide-eyed look, and Korvin follows her instruction.
Twenty minutes later and even the way that Dick opens the door tells Allie that he knows he’s about to get the ass-chewing of his life. He slinks through the entry like a dog pretending it doesn’t know a thing about the torn up couch cushions, grinning brightly and waving at her across the apartment where she’s removing vegetables from the oven.
“Hey, Allie!” She’ll give him credit that nervousness makes his voice waver only slightly. “See you and Korv met!”
"Hm."
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omg nina! how about “permission to lean in?” “permission granted.” please? with steve bc we know he’s an idiot (affectionate) thank you!!!
hi theo!!! ghfdj this is a cute one omg
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don’t scoff at me
word count: 1.5k pairing: steve harrington/gn!reader summary: steve scoffs, and you don't appreciate it. a/n: reader is like kind of dramatic in this, fair warning. if there’s gendered language in this when referring to reader please let me know!! <33
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Steve always let you or Robin pick the movies. He never had a vested interest in the actual movie, it was more about the three of you crowded onto the couch, flinging popcorn at each other and making jokes.
Tonight it was just you and Steve, however, after Robin rushed into Family Video, slapping her hands down on the counter to draw your attention. She had a date, and she was nearly pulling her hair out as she recounted the tale of spilled coffee, rushed apologies, offers to buy dinner as a consolation.
So it was you and Steve on the couch, a bowl of popcorn between you two, in the space Robin usually occupied.
"Can't believe Robin got a date. Out of the three of us, she's the one with plans on a Friday night." Steve grabbed a handful of popcorn, bringing it to his mouth and sticking his tongue out, grabbing one piece at a time with the tip of his tongue like a frog.
You started throwing popcorn up in the air to catch, missing most of them, "You telling me you couldn't have rustled up a date for tonight if you tried?"
"I mean I could've, but I'm kinda over the whole hook up scene right now." He took a swig of his soda, cringing at the carbonation, "It's overwhelming after awhile."
"Sure, yeah, right. Totally get that." Your voice dry, you kept yourself focused on the popcorn in the air, no matter how many times it hit you in the nose or how jarring the scoff from Steve's mouth was.
He shoved the last few pieces of popcorn from his hand into his mouth and crossed his arms, slouching down on the couch.
You let the movie continue for several minutes—fidgeting in your seat, twiddling your thumbs, finishing off your can of soda—before speaking up again.
"Why did you scoff?"
Steve looked over at you, scratching the tip of his nose, eyebrows furrowing, "What?"
"Earlier, I agreed with you about hooking up and you like, scoffed at me."
"Oh, I dunno, instinct or something." He started sorting through the popcorn, picking out the kernels with the least grease.
"Hm." You leaned against the arm of the couch, setting your head in your hands.
He paused, looking up at you again, "Wait, are you mad about that?"
You rolled your eyes, "Well, ugh, I mean, do I not look like someone who can get a date?"
"No!"
You recoiled.
"I mean yes! You just don't—" He set the popcorn down on the floor, sliding into the middle cushion and turning to face you, one leg crossed over the other as his elbow rested atop the back cushion, "You don't hook up."
"I could hook up! I could hook up a lot, you don't know what I do. It's unfair of you to assume." You didn't know why this bothered you so much, why Steve seeing you as this sexless...thing was grating your brain so much.
He cocked his head at you, a smirk playing on his lips, "Seriously, c'mon."
You forced a frown, staring at him from under your brows, "Okay, yeah, fine, I don't hook up. Whatever." You pointed at him, "But I could if I wanted to!"
Steve raised his hands, "I'm not arguing that point!"
"Good." You flopped back against the couch.
"Good!" He followed suit, facing himself forward, his shoulder settling against yours.
The two of you sat there with your eyes on the screen for several more minutes, flickering glances every other minute. Neither of you moved, save for the anxious kick of Steve's ankle that kept stopping and starting and stopping and starting and stopping again every time he noticed you glancing at him.
"Wonder how Robin's date is going." He said, still looking forward.
"Yeah. Wonder if they're gonna hook up."
"Oh my god!" He turned towards you again, covering his face with his hands and pushing his hair up.
"You started it!" You matched his posture, pulling a leg up underneath you.
"I just scoffed! On accident! I didn't mean anything by it!"
"Oh come on, Steve. You scoffed at literally the idea of me hooking up with someone. That's so rude!” 
“No! I scoffed at the idea of someone hooking up with you!” 
You knitted your brows together, eyes flicking around trying to make sense of what that could even mean, “What’s the difference!” 
“Because you shouldn’t be hooking up with just any rando on the street!” He stood up, situating a hand on his hip and gesturing with the other, “You should be hooking up with someone who cares about you! A lot of guys, a—and probably girls, would take advantage of you!” 
You glared up at him, “Isn’t that the point of a hookup?! You do it all the time!” You put on your best Steve voice, “Pinocchio knew life was better without strings, and so do I.’ You literally say that every other Friday.” 
“Well now I want the strings! And you should too!” 
He pointed at you, and you stood up to match him, frustration bubbling in your chest, “Well maybe I don’t want them! Maybe I just want to feel attractive and desirable.”
Steve rubbed a hand over his forehead as you spoke. 
"And it feels like shit that my best friend would scoff at even the notion that I could have that! Or—or that I would want that!” 
“Because you already have it with me!” He threw his arms up, freezing when he realized what he said, crossing his arms again, his gaze falling down as he muttered, “Y’know if you...if you want it.” 
You stood just as frozen in place as he was, mouth hanging open, dumbfounded by the confession. But a confession of what? 
Feelings? Attraction? Did Steve want you the same way he wanted other people, or was he serious about the strings? 
“What?” You asked, expression still stuck in anger. 
He looked at you, his mouth changing shape as he started and abandoned several thoughts before finally settling on, “Nothing!” He pulled a hand away from his chest, letting it fall down against his thigh with a slap, “I’m sorry for scoffing.” 
“I don’t forgive you.” You put your hands on your hips, “Not until you tell me what you mean.” 
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut and grimacing before he spoke. 
“This would be so easy if we weren’t friends. Usually I just see a girl and all I have to do is comb my fingers through my hair or show her the romcom section and boom, date. But it just got...old. Go on a few dates, hook up, go on a few more dates, hook up more—”
He stopped himself when he noticed you squinting your eyes, head cocking as you watched him start talking in circles. 
“My point is, they were all great girls. Nice girls, should’ve felt something for at least one of them.” He raised his shoulders, lips forming a thin line, “But I didn’t.” 
Steve smiled to himself, eyes on the floor, “And then a couple months ago, we were—” He let out an exhale from his nose, “We were in the drive-thru and you leaned fully over me to order your food, like it was nothing. And then you um, you looked back and smiled at me and that...feeling, I think it was what I thought I would feel with someone else.” 
“But you felt it with me.” 
“I felt it with you.” He nodded, taking a step towards you, “I still feel it with you.”
You looked up at him as he drew in closer, swallowing hard, “Even though you scoffed.” 
Steve brushed a hand through his hair, rolling his eyes, “Yes, because—and this is totally selfish—I don’t like the idea of you hooking up with other people. I’m not saying you should hook up with me, but...I wouldn’t be against it.” 
Laughing, you pushed his shoulder, starting to feel stupid for making such a big fuss over a scoff. 
“You gotta admit,” He said, “If I never scoffed, and if you weren’t such a drama queen, I probably also wouldn’t have told you how I felt. And then you wouldn’t have told me how you felt. Which you still haven’t done by the way.” He leaned over and nudged you with his elbow, “Wink wink.” 
You shook your head, heat flushing your cheeks, your gaze turned downward, “I think you’re obnoxious.” Looking up at him, you caught the sparkle in his eye as he waited for you to continue, “But I could feel the same way about you. If you’re a good enough kisser.” 
Steve’s jaw dropped, but he quickly replaced the offense with a smug smile, “Okay well, in that case. Permission to lean in?” 
Wrapping a hand in his sweatshirt, you pulled him down to your lips, your other hand sliding into the back of his hair. You understood now more than ever why Steve was known for his hair, the strands knotting around your fingers, like vines on an old house. His lips were soft as he kissed you, palms resting against your cheeks. 
You pulled back and grabbed his wrists, keeping his hands on you, your noses grazing together as you both smiled. 
“Permission granted.” 
He scoffed and kissed you on the nose. 
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nogenderbee · 1 year
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Hi I really love your works you write everything so well so I thought I should try requesting:D
So could you write An ,Mizuki and a character of your choice :) saying to their S/O they are proud of them and than reader gets emotional and starts crying BCS they haven't heard someone say it to them for so long and you continue what happens from here :)
You are free to ignore this too have a nice day/night and don't forget to eat something and stay hydrated and also get some sleep :D
Hi hi, thank you so much! So I decided to add Kanade since she just suits here so well! And I really enjoyed writing it so I hope you enjoy it just as much <3
An, Kanade, Mizuki telling reader they're proud of them but reader strats crying
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You and An wanted to have your classic date at her dad's cafe but there have been a lot of people on that say so you decided to help her take care of all the orders.
Some customer ordered coffee with art on it and your girlfriend said that you can do it yourself since she showed you how it's done and she knows your abilities are extremely good. But you weren't so convinced about it but still done it to make your girlfriends job easier.
"Hey, An, is that good enough?"
"It's perfect! Omg you did so good! I'm so proud to have lover like you!"
She was what...? It really touched you and you maybe even didn't knew why it did, and so you didn't even noticed water spilling from your eyes.
"YN?! What's wrong?! Did I said something I shouldn't?!"
"N-No it's not that, don't worry! I just... didn't heard it for a really long time..."
"How about we take a little break? We finished most of orders so I'm sure my dad can carry on from here for a while."
After that she went to ask her dad for a break which you both got. So she lead you to some quieter place where she decided to just cuddle with you and spend some time.
"I have always been proud of you... I'm sorry if I haven't told you this enough but I promise that from now on, I'll tell you this every day so you know how much I appreciate you!"
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You had classic lazy date with Kanade on which you usually just eat some noodles, snuggled together and either watched or listened to something, or took care of your own things.
Today she was texting some Nightcord members when you come to her house so she just wanted to say goodbye to them so she can spend some quality time with you.
"What did you talked about with your friends? Is another song coming up?"
"Oh no, I was actually talking about you. Do you remember that limited matching bracelets for us? I was telling them how proud I am of you."
"You're proud of me...?"
"Of course I am. I'm proud of everything that has anything to do with you."
In that moment you kinda let it all out but it wasn't bothering you that much, after all her room is like your safe place where you can just be yourself. And once she saw that you let out couple of tears, she immediately started to rub your back.
"Hey, it's alright. Did I said or done something that made you feel so bad?"
"Don't worry, you didn't. I just... haven't heard it for a while and well... they're happy tears..."
"I'm glad those are happy tears but I promise I'll make sure to tell you I'm proud of you every day. Because I really am. Whatever you do, I'll always be proud of you, especially if you worked hard for it. Results don't really matter"
You spend your date cuddled into each other while she was rubbing your back and told you comforting words, constantly reminding you that she's proud of you.
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Mizuki had a shop date with you and now you ended in her room trying every outfit they made you buy and judging every outfit they bought for themselves.
"Oh, try this one out! I remember you saying that you like it but I didn't saw you in it!"
Your lover said it handing you one of the outfits you picked for yourself but in fact, yes, you didn't show them since you wanted it to be a surprise. So you took clothes from them and went to change really quick.
"I'm done! What do you think?"
"You look so good! Next time you simply have to pick something for me as well! Everyone is gonna be so jealous I have partner like you!"
"Why jealous?"
"Because you're simply amazing! I'm so proud of you, my dear!"
They're... proud of you? You really didn't expected them to say it in that very moment so you couldn't help but let a couple of tears out which of course they noticed quickly.
"Hey! Why are you crying? You look amazing so what's wrong?"
"It's just... are you really proud of me?"
"Of course I am! I'm so proud of you that I don't know if it's possible to be proud even more!"
They quickly catched on why you feel this way, after all they know a lot about not feeling good enough. So they decide to ignore this little fashion show of yours and spend your date cuddled into each other on comfy bed.
"I promise you're enough. I love you for who you are so of course I'll be as proud from you as I can."
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nightcourtreader · 4 months
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Hi<3 hru?
can I rant with you a little? I feel like you're the most reasonable person in this fandom (and this platform) haha or maybe we share same opinion idk but:
I am so tired of seeing this fandom painting Feyre be bad at everything... her talent in painting? "not very good she didn't have a teacher or anything" (mind you I'm an artist and self-taught). her being a high lady? "she can't even do her job she a bad ruler" her being equal to Rhys and powerful as fuck? "Nesta is way more powerful than her" her being beautiful in Rhys' eyes? "no everyone say Elain is more beautiful than all of them" Feyre being a mother? "oh she will be a bad mom and can't raise her child" to the point I've ppl saying Eris (ERIS OF ALL PEOPLE) who apparently had 6 brothers and knows better than Feyre how to calm a baby and we all know both Feyre and Rhys won't let him get near him at any scenario. or how there's fanfic where Gwyn is the one telling Feyre how to pull it together and calming Nyx and Rhys just sits there and agrees with her... it's funny how ppl want to show Feyre as a incapable mother so some ppl like Eris and Gwyn should come and save the day.
I love Gwyn don't get me wrong (and I'm neutral about Eris since it's obvious he's a another version of Rhys lmao) but to show a softer version of them through bringing down Feyre pisses me off... and in none of this Rhys is portrait as a bad father... interesting! or how I've seen more fanart with E/riel and Nyx more that Feysand and Nyx is bothering me to no end. them babysitting him or a older version of him have a sleepover in their house or them literally raising him bc apparently Feyre is busy being a high lady and doesn't have time to spend it with Nyx. and no one say Rhys is also there being a high lord and have a job like Feyre ruling their court no...
and it won't stop on her being a bad mother she's also a bad painter and that rages me. we have Azriel going through continent to buy her paints, Cassian watching her paint and cries over them and Nesta she also cried when she saw Feyre had a painting of her and lets be honest if Feyre was a bad artist Nesta would've already told her in cabin but she said nothing and let her paint on everything. or how Mor loved what she did to the Cabin but everyone only focus on her drawing on the walls without permission and make fun of it. or how they have always something to say about sjm bad writing means they look deeper in it but never notice the artistic way Feyre describes things...
but we don't see anyone saying Nesta is a bad dancer or Gwyn a bad singer or Elain's a bad cook... Like ever... I've never seen it at least!
it's funny how they bold their fav Character through bringing down another... and think sjm would or doing the same :)
Hiii 💜 trust me you can rant to me all you want! Thank you 😂
I always found it crazy how Feyre was the only character to be made fun of about her hobby. I know people say oh it’s a joke, lighten up, I just thought it was funny. But is only funny to a certain extent, you know?
There are people literally shitting on Feyre for painting. And I think that comes down to not liking the character. You don’t have to like her, but making up lies because you don’t like the character is crazy to me. Like people have to realize that SJM is writer not an artist but I think she did pretty with describing Feyre and her painting.
And like you said. Why is it that Elain is so good at baking even tho she just picked up the hobby in acofas but Feyre is a bad painter. Why is nesta so good at dancing but Feyre is a bad painter? Why is Gwyn such a good singer but Feyre is bad at painting? We see that Azriel also sings, why is he a good singer already and we haven’t seen him sing yet?
Cassian AND nesta said how much the black dress Elain wore to the court of nightmares was an ill suited dress for her. If they can critique Elain’s fashion choice, why haven’t they critiqued Feyre’s painting if she’s so bad? I could have sworn nesta was upset because there wasn’t any paintings of her in the river house.
It has been stated by numerous characters that Feyre is a damn good painter. It doesn’t matter if she’s self taught and so is my nephew who is a teenager and he can outdraw my on my best day.
People get so upset about the cabin but nobody cared. Mor even brought her more paint to encourage her to continue! If it’s Rhysand’s cabin, then in turn it’s Feyre because what’s his is hers and I think Rhysand made that pretty clear. I can even see the IC in the cabin making little drawings around Feyre’s painting like Mor did to mess with each other and add more color to it and laugh about it later.
With the whole Feyre not being a good ruler thing kills me because she just literally got into the role in acomaf. They had a war in acowar where we couldn’t see her be a ruler but Feyre was actively helping in the war. She saved prythian twice by defeated amarantha & rebuilding the cauldron. She saved the damn rainbow of velaris! Nobody was over there but her. She even talked about the paperwork side of being a high lady in ACOFAS, but this is the same novella people say they don’t like.
Tarquin just got to be a highlord in acotar but he’s such a great ruler? Why people are acting like Feyre can’t be further taught? She just got into the role. She’ll be fine.
I do think if nesta had her full power before she gave it away she would have more power than Feyre, some people also have a hard time understanding that nesta literally didn’t want that power and she stated that she slept with numerous men to keep that power away/at bay. But now since she doesn’t have as much of her power I think that Feyre and Rhys are once again more powerful than she is.
I get it that Elain is the most beautiful sister but all the sisters say the same thing about Azriel, does it make Cassian or Rhys less beautiful? Cause I could have sworn nesta didn’t think Rhys was ugly and she didn’t even like him. Aelin saw Rhys and she said he was beautiful too. So why does saying Elain is the most beautiful Archeon sister take away the beauty from Feyre & nesta?
The whole she a bad mother thing is just crazy because we haven’t even seen Feyre be a mother at all in the series! Just because we got that one scene at the end of acosf, that doesn’t tell us anything.
SJM said in CC3 the acotar characters are going to be very protective of Nyx, if they are so protective with him why would he be around Eris when they don’t even trust him? Eris is allies with the night court at best. We’re not even sure if eris himself even help raised his brothers because based off reading it’s clear that the autumn court siblings are not close (they are all killing & hurting each other) and they had a fucked up upbringing.
I love Gwyn but Gwyn is only 28, I know she defended the children in sangravah and I have no doubt my girl will be a good mommy, but I don’t think Gwyn is the right candidate to tell someone what to do when it comes to a baby.
Having Nyx was something Feyre and Rhys wanted. SJM is a mother to 2 kids and just recently had her second one, so I’m pretty sure she’s excited writing Feyre as being a mom herself, so why would Feyre be a bad mother? Feyre knew how she grew up, she literally has all the chance and opportunity to give Nyx the opposite of what she had growing up, so why wouldn’t she?
If they’re only attacking Feyre since she’s supposedly going to be a bad mother and not Rhys then that tells me all I need to know, they don’t like Feyre.
I get being a new mom is hard and trying to balance work can be difficult and no I’m not a mom personally myself, but it has proven time and time again that first time moms and moms who have more than one kid can take care of their mother duties and work at the same time and still be a good damn mom but for some reason Feyre can’t?
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leossmoonn · 2 years
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list #3: ❛  i can’t lose you , too.  ❜
this gives me matt vibes but also maybe peter vibes
your choice lol
Matt because Matt is the king of pain
Also the way this is a whole ass fic? Idk bc I liked the prompt hehe.
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“Where is she?” Matt asks as he runs into the hospital. Foggy and Karen stand up from the lobby, rushing over to Matt who is running to every patient room to try and find you.
“Matt,” Foggy says. “I-I can’t find her,” Matt stammers, feeling dizzy. “It’s okay, Matt. She’s upstairs resting,” Karen assures him. They take Matt to you. You’re sitting in the hospital bed with your leg in a cast. But you don’t look bothered at all. In fact, you’re watching one of your favorite Disney movies while eating an ice cream sundae. You smile as you see your friends and boyfriend walk in. “Hey! I was wondering when you guys would come back!”
Karen and Foggy wave to you, while Matt tries to figure out what’s wrong with your body. “Matty,” you say, sitting up in bed. “I have a broken leg and bruised ribs, but nothing the doctor’s said can’t fix,” you say with a happy smile. Then Matt starts crying. Foggy and Karen move to comfort him, but you give them a smile and a nod, telling them that you have this handled. They leave you two alone. You reach out for Matt’s hand, pulling him closer to your bed. He sits down next to your leg. “Baby, I’m okay,” you say. He shakes his head. “N-No, you’re not. You won’t be able to walk. Which means you won’t be able to run your restaurant. And-and I don’t even know what a bruised rib means for you.”
“Baby, it’s not as bad as you think. I just can’t lift heavy things, I have to make sure I don’t bump it. No strenuous activity. Which means no sex for a while, especially with my leg. But hey, hopefully I heal fast,” you say with a grin.
Matt shakes his head, not being able to laugh. He admires your optimism. He wishes he had that, but he can’t shake the fact that he almost lost you. You’re the most important person to him. You’re the one who keeps him grounded, the one who cares and loves him no matter if he’s having a hard day or a good day. You’ve stuck by him for many years, and the thought of losing you makes him sick. He can’t believe he got close to that today.
You slip your hand into his, bringing it up to your lips to kiss his knuckles. “Matt, stop thinking whatever you are thinking and listen to me. I know what happened was scary, but I am okay. I’m really lucky I didn’t get injured worse. I know this sucks, and trust me, I’m not happy about this either, but it’s just what it is. But the important thing is is that I’m alive. I’m breathing, and honestly, I don’t feel too bad. This bruised rib will heal quickly, and the leg will take some time, but I’ll get there.”
“I know, but I —”
“Nu-uh. Do not blame yourself,” you shake your head. “You’re not allowed to.”
Matt sighs and nods, taking his glasses off to wipe his eyes. “I know you’re okay. I-I know you’re going to be okay, but I almost lost you. This just proves that you’re in danger with being with me. I have a lot of enemies and one of them almost killed you today. I… I can’t lose you, Y/n. I’ve already lost so many, I can’t lose you, too.”
You lean over and kiss him sweetly. He leans forward so you can lean back in bed, reaching his hand up to cradle the back of your head. Your hand squeezes his as you pull away. You look into his eyes, cupping his cheek. “I’m sorry to say, Matt, but you are stuck with me. I don’t care you have enemies. I don’t care if they’re after me, too. What I do care about is helping you and sticking by your side. I know it can be scary. I’m scared, honestly, but it isn’t enough for me to break up with you. We are going to get through this together. And once I feel a little better, I can help you on your little missions again.”
Matt chuckles a little bit and you smile. He’s feeling a bit better. “You in that black suit is really tempting, but I don’t want you out with me again.” You groan, “c’mon! That’s so boring!” “I know it is for you, but… please? For me? I won’t be able to think straight if I’m worried about you,” he says. “You’re always worried about me, Matt,” you chuckle. He shrugs, “well, I think you’ll be safer at home than out with me.” “Alright,” you nod. “Then I’ll stay at home but you have to wear an earpiece so I can talk to you.”
He nods, “deal.” You smile and kiss him again, pulling away and resting your forehead onto his. “I love you, Matt. You’re the best.” He shakes his head. “No, you are. You really have no idea.”
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Been thinking about CS!TSCS for a month at this point. Please enjoy these lil' doodles about it!
[ID in ALT and typed dialogue under cut :D]
Numero 1
Jacquie: Up the CHIMNEY?!
Carol: RIGHT UP IT! MID DISCUSSION!
Jacquie: GIRL, DUMP HIS ASS!!!!
Numero 2
Santa: How did you even GET that vest, huh?!?!
Jacqueline: I MURDERED my PREDECESSOR.
Santa: you what
Numero 3
Jack: Good day at work today, little flurry?
Jacqueline: Mmmmmm yep! Told Santa I killed you for the vest and the title >:)
Jack, turning around sharply and full of pride: HA! NICE!
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These were the doods I meant to post last last Thursday after this scrimbly Jacqueline, lol. When I tell you that Crystal Springs TSCS has been IN MY HEAD, I AM NOT JOKING!
The reason I didn't post these sooner is bc I really wanted to draw the last one and hadn't gotten around to it as of yet, and I also wanted to colour these PROPER scrimblies because holy SHIT I LOVE COLOURING 🤩🤩🤩🤩
More fun facts about CS in TSCS:
Carol and Jacqueline have regular vent sessions. Mostly Carol; Jacqueline's just there for the TEA (and emotional support)
Her catchphrase could very much be "CAROL. DUMP HIS ASS" in this cs au
"Don't you mean tscs au?" NO. TSCS IS AN AU IN ITSELF AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL
She frustrates Santa to no end bc A) She's Jack Frost and he has previous biases, and B) she goes OUT OF HER WAY to bother him.
When I say Jacqueline dislikes tscs!Scott, I am not joking. It is not hyperbole. She can't STAND him. And she tells him that to his FACE. MULTIPLE TIMES. And adds insult to injury bc she's buds with Carol and Buddy and Sandy, lol, and all the new gen elves are like, chill with her
(I have a silly hc that Betty is a Bernelle kid and Jacquie's her godmother, lollllll)
She and I both dislike people who need change and refuse to work on themselves/believe they're FINE and it SHOWS.
After she made the claim about murdering Jack, Santa was TERRIFIED on top of his usual distaste for Jack's successor lmao
She was quite delighted at how Santa took that tale. Elaborated a bit. I imagine it went something like this:
"...you what?" Her murderous look intensified. Santa could easily picture the darkness gathering around her the way it did in cartoons when the evil character was. Well. Being evil. "You heard me!" She sounded way too delighted, Santa noted. "I killed my predecessor! You know, the guy before me? Yeah. Stabbed him right dead. Pulled the vest out of the melted pile of slush that was once Jack Frost the first and put it right on." "...Jesus Christ."
Anyway, after that, she goes home and Jack pops in for 4 o'clock coffee and the final image ensues, lol. This interaction follows that:
"And he believed you?" Jack asked, pulling out the chair next to her and plunking down, stretching out his legs and crossing them at the ankles. "Damn near shat himself about it, too," Jacqueline confirmed, looking sly over the top of her mug. Jack laughed. "Oh that's, that's marvellous." "Mm! It was! THEN I elaborated. Told him I took the vest like a war trophy, you know? Didn't even wash it or anything. Shame I said SLUSH instead of BLOOD because I bet he would've like. DIED on the spot picturing me putting on a blood soaked vest, ehehe. I swear Jack, I could see his soul leave his body. Definitely top 5 best days at work. Maybe top 3, even."
Jack is deffs enjoying retirement in this au! Going full vacation mode, spending most days in various hot spots on various beaches with various drinks, usually popping by the family home for 4 o'clock coffee and cocoa--and a break from the sun since he burns and Winter worries
YES he IS still wearing his suit pants. I thought that'd be funny and just about died picturing him in khakis
With every Jack I draw his hair grows more powerful, AS IT SHOULD BE!!
I DID draw a chair behind Jacqueline but her poofy hair ate it~
I think she is A) older in this au than she regularly is and B) is already married to Dite. I'm still on the fence about both those things, but she feels older in this au--probably because the entire cast is older lmao
Late night post is late bc I finished colouring this and wanted to share it asap, DAMN THE TIME!!!!
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