#Friday the fucking 10th

[joeygallagher]

"Carter, it is fucking Friday, the fucking 10th."

Alien Workshop - Photosynthesis (2000)

[alexmey-does-an-arts]

flat fuck friday

[assassinregrets]

why are we still dealing with the incredible scam of 'you can't get a refill without an appointment first' for medications once you've been on it for over a year

[boyobjectifier]

i’m so grumpy recently ugh

[nomaishuttle]

aughhhhh i wish i had books 2 read i wanna read books so bad rn 🤓 <- i look like this. 2 pictures of me 👇

[kalpasio]

hii

I asked me when you can upload a Kalpas fluff fanfic 😭😭 my heart misses him so much and i need content from him

hiiii!!!! I'm so sorry I haven't posted anything in so long, school has been kicking my ass lol

next week I have finals so I don't think I'll get any writing done this week, BUT

I'm like half way to 2/3 of the way through the mafia au fic (depending on how crazy I get) and I fully plan on either finishing that or writing one of the one shot requests I have not this weekend but the next. so assuming I dont just keel over, I'll try to have Kalpas fluff up soon!!!

[beepbeepdespair]

its only when im lying through my teeth that i remember this is supposed to be love

[smileysuh]

nerd TEASER

🌙 starring. Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. Look up at me for a moment, gorgeous,” Wonwoo commands, and you do as you’re told. He meets your gaze, his skin flushed from your mouth suctioning on his cock. “Just need to get your eyes right for your character,” he explains, threading his fingers through your hair and aiding you up and down on his throbbing length. “Such pretty eyes. You look so good staring up at me with your mouth stuffed full, baby.”

tw/cw. Unprotected sex, use of dragon knotted dildo toy, use of vibrator, multiple reader orgasms, blow job, dirty talk, slight power play/humiliation, clit sucking, overstimulation, pussy stretching, reader rides the toy then Wonwoo uses the toy to make her cum again, talking reader through it, mutual masturbation, Wonwoo strokes himself off to the reader using her toys, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby. (Wonwoo’s) puppy

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 3.9k

🍭 aus. Established relationship au, gamer!Wonwoo, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I know this is on the shorter side, it’s pwp, but I’ve been reading shorter things lately, and I’ve been insanely busy, so I figured a short and sweet fic couldn’t hurt after last month's near 20k meanie fic :)

“I guess I didn’t really have the energy to take care of you last night,” Wonwoo admits, leaning forward to press his lips to the spot above your navel.

You let go of his hand in favour of threading your fingers through his curls, his hair teasing your sensitive skin as he presses kisses up toward your rib cage. He cups the back of your thighs, tugging you closer.

Wonwoo reaches your breasts, his tongue darting out to lick at the underside of your boob, eyes gazing up at you.

“How about a compromise?” he suggests, breath hot on your sensitive skin.

“A compromise?” Your words come out shaky as he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently.

He hums against the sensitive bud, one hand lifting to massage your ass. Then, he pulls away from your breast, looking up at you with a grin. “I just wanna finish your character first.”

You let out a deep sigh, shaking your head at Wonwoo. You step away from him, but he grabs at your hand. “Kiss,” he instructs, and you begrudgingly lean down to press a chaste peck to his lips. His fingers thread through your hair, cupping the back of your skull to keep your mouth on his for a few moments longer, then he releases you. 

“Should only take five or ten minutes,” he tells you. “And I need you here to model.” 

“One second,” you groan, heading to your closet.

If he doesn’t want to fuck you right away, if he wants to prioritize his video game, that’s just fine. You can start without him.

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[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

KINKTOBER 2024 - CILLIAN MURPHY EDITION

Hello! My 2024 Kinktober will include a range of filthy kinks. Every Monday and Wednesday will be a AU themed story to really challenge myself.

If you’re familiar with my work, none of these stories will be considered as healthy. For safe marking, all works will be either noncon/dubcon.

Comments and reblogs please are highly appreciated <3

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 1ST - Jackson Rippner + Blood

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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 2ND - Emmett in Red Riding Hood AU

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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 3RD - Neil Lewis + Bondage

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FRIDAY, OCTOBER 4TH - Jonathan Crane + Waxplay

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SATURDAY, OCTOBER 5TH - Tommy Shelby + Shoe Kink

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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 6TH - Cillian Murphy in Professor AU

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MONDAY, OCTOBER 7TH - Raymond Leon + Hate Fuck

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TUESDAY, OCTOBER 8TH - Robert Fichser + Mirror Sex

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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 9TH - Jackson Rippner in Mr & Mrs Smith AU!

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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 10TH - William Killick + Cunnilingus

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FRIDAY, OCTOBER 11TH - Robert Capa + Marking

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SATURDAY, OCTOBER 12TH - Jonathan Breech + Sex Tape

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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 13TH - Tommy Shelby in Regency AU

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MONDAY, OCTOBER 14TH - Jonathan Crane + Pet Play

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TUESDAY, OCTOBER 15TH - Jim (TDS) + Caught Masterbating

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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 16TH - Matthew Joy in Little Mermaid AU

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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 17TH - Tom Buckley + Mind Control

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FRIDAY, OCTOBER 18TH - Lenny Miller + Body Worship

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SATURDAY, OCTOBER 19TH - Emmett + Spit

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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 20TH - Cillian!Victor von Doom in Marvel AU

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MONDAY, OCTOBER 21ST - Darren + 69

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TUESDAY, OCTOBER 22ND - Tom + Overstimulation

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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 23RD - Jonathan Crane in Hogwarts AU

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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 24TH - Tommy Shelby + Outdoor Sex

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FRIDAY, OCTOBER 25TH - Martin + Spanking

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SATURDAY, OCTOBER 26TH - Mike Kieran + Somnophilia

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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 27TH - Raymond Leon in ABO AU

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MONDAY, OCTOBER 28TH - Jim (28DL) + Dumbification

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TUESDAY, OCTOBER 29TH - Shivering Solider + Facial

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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 30TH - Robert Ficsher in Romeo and Juliet AU

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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 31ST - Jonathan Crane & Jackson Rippner + Double Penetration

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[skittlespizza]

did you miss the first freak week? did you not like the prompts? did you forget or not have enough time? fear not, jrwi fan, freak week is back for the month of november.

that's right, the week of november 8th-14th.

use the #jrwi freak week so everyone can see it.

8th, Sunday: Sickness | Amputation

9th, Monday: Rotting | Experiments

10th, Tuesday: Cannibalism/Hunger | Bugs

11th, Wednesday: Toxic | Body Horror

12th, Thursday: Monster | Death

13th, Friday: Isolation | Wounds

14th, Saturday: FREE DAY!

FAQ:

Q: do you have to do everyday

A: no you can pick and choose

Q: do you endorse these actions in real life

A: yes i make snuff films in my freetime.

Q: who can particpate

A: the official freak week stance on this is anyone we cannot control who does and doesn't participate. do whatever the fuck you want i guess. its the internet. literally its just a prompt week and a hashtag.

Q: what can you make for this

A: anything. go on boy, make a clay model of emizel tucker bleeding out. that'd be so awesome.

Q: what tag do i use

A: #jrwi freak week

Q: can i particpate on twitter

A: sure

Q: is there an ao3 collection or something of the sorts?

A: no

Q: my question isn't answered here, where do i ask?

A: just send me an ask. the answer is probably "yeah" do whatever you'd like.

[ur-mousey]

If you’re doing requests could you write smth smutty with jeffery from class of 09 x female reader w some dubcon

Benzo-Addict ~

- Yandere!Jeffery x F!Reader -

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Part Two, Part Three

summary Drugs have always been your friend. A source of courage and tonight's no different. Now it's time to fuck a nerd. Hope your BF understands. 1.8k

warning college AU, mature, non-con, heavy drug use, hostage situation, violence.

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** Choice ** Head home, hang in the res quad with the other losers, or hot box it in a classroom with Nicole and Jecka. * click *

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"Nicole, what the fuck is a benzosexual exactly?" Your head whipped to the side at record speed. "Sounds..." You wormed your finger into a salty chip bag while pondering something profound to say other than the obvious: "Not good." There goes anything English has taught you about synonyms. You popped a chip in your greedy mouth. The tang if vinegar and talt collided on your tongue. This shit was disgusting.

Yet, you were on the cusp of moaning with each solid crunch. But, you held your tongue at bay.

"I feel like we had this conversation before." Nicole hummed around the shared point. Inhale. Exhale. Then, she expelled a puff of smoke into the dust flurries kicked up in their shuffle.

The classroom was barren of decore. Stiff and desolate, a reminder that teachers truly made the space, whereas professors rotate. And this fact was wholly evident. The walls stay bare through decades of season. Autumn is born in beige and Spring arises in that same fate, ending the year in beige.

It's astonishing how this educational prison stood in the glory of its singular doodle of Homer with nothing accompanying it on the wall.

And the desks were neatly arranged, bolted to the ground. Only the chairs beckoned students to sit as they were haphazardly thrown. It seemed as if they patiently waited for the next class's arrival. Lonely in nature until chosen for the hour. But, Friday afternoon meant that classes seldom came to these halls

"It's because we had, Nicole." Jecka retorted before gesturing to you, "She just wasn't here for it."

Nicole scoffed, "Sucks for her that she missed all the pedophiles. Now she gets the regular-enough shit, aka standard rapists. I bet even then, they have CP somewhere on their computer."

Jecka puffed her chest up before sighing dramatically. "Remind me again why are you still Hitler? Oh, wait you just did. Grow out of it."

“I’ve grown, obviously~ because I can’t call every man a pedophile in relationship to me. Your whore sister, in 10th grade, she’s surrounded by them by the dozen… See!? Development, bitch.”

** Bzzzz **

"Okay, Nicole is Hitler, but what's a benzosexual?" You urged the pair on. You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. But you decided to ignore it for now.

"Someone attracted to the unconscious," Jecka twirled her fingers around a singular strand of honey-blonde hair. It almost glowed too brightly in the setting sun. "There was this stupid, insufferable, jock named Kylar at our high school. Who was constantly -and I mean it, constantly- putting weird shit in girls drinks. They'll pass out, and I know he got off to it. A girl that helpless..."

** Bzzzz ** ** Bzzzz **

"Isn't that illegal? Like, shouldn't you guys've reported him?"

"He played lacrosse," Nicole muttered. "Reporting it wouldn't do shit. Sports players get molested all the time by their grimy coaches, and it’s the girl's fault.”

** Bzzzz ** ** Bzzzz ** ** Bzzzz ** ** Bzzzz **

"Truly the Pessimist," You hissed through gritted teeth while reaching for another bite to calm your munchies.

Nicole's stare momentarily flashed to your face, eyes redden and lazy, smoke swirling out her nose, before she leaned further in.

** Bzzzz ** ** Bzzzz ** ** Bzzzz **

"It's Jeffery, huh?"

Your phone was currently blowing itself shitless. The tone of each call or message traveled upwards into the silence. The vibrations climbed your spinal cord like a wooden ladder, propping its feet between your bones, propelling into your eardrums. You cringed. All of this, why? A single moment was swiftly grasped by Jeffery's sudden insistence on a response to whatever you didn't care about. You two were meant to be ex-lab partners, not penpals of 1000+ messages each.

You retrieved your phone. 20 missed calls and 50+ texts.

"Forget creeps like Kylar when there's Jeffery. God couldn't keep him away from us. It's always the kids like him who don't go missing."

Jecka cackled, and her chin came to rest on the top of your shoulder. She read while you scrolled languidly. "Um, good luck playing into his fetishes. Being his... mommy!? And all. Meow~"

You flushed all red, "Don't read it!"

This isn’t the first time Jecka teased you with the force of a rabid cat caller. She did it unabashedly and the pain of her comments left its marks on your face. You made a simple mistake, and that was defending Jeffery during the first week of classes. To you, he was a sweet, smart and charismatic guy, albeit all, a tad socially awkward. Scratch that -he was a lost cause concerning social interactions. It wasn’t horrendous or anything. It made talking to him before stress-free. Now it’s a different story.

There were times as Jeffery’s lab partner that should’ve had you sprinting out of Environmental Science. But, you sucked your tongue tight to the roof of your mouth and smiled without the corners reaching your eyes. He’d crossed the lines of your acquaintanceship too many times to count. You’re the one at fault, no? You were the one that led him on. Why the fuck didn’t you get angry at him but at yourself?

One random Monday, Jeffery gave you a hentai DVD to you with an accompanying notebook which explained his depraved inner thoughts; '@ 1:47, I watched as the 40-feet cat women stepped on guy's penis. And I wish that were you doing it to me The sight made my hand go faster till total completion.'

And frankly, you didn't want to know that. Jeffery, the weird otaku obsessed with NaruParty13, whom you felt bad for, proved to be a complete freak.

With your first semester ending, you closed that chapter of being his lab partner. In came new housing, with your boyfriend and away from the dorms, and less frequent trips to the dining hall, which meant fewer interactions with Jeffery. For literal fuck sake, you shared zero classes together, nor were you a part of the same major. Your paths strayed from one another. You entertained small talk here and there when it felt inevitable. Any sane person would let this lack of relationship go. Not Jeffery. 

"I'm not playing into anyone's kinks aside from my own." You stuck your tongue out, shoving Jecka away.

"And sometimes your sleaze boyfriend."

"Yeah, 'cause I'm perfect 10 with a high libido." You mocked, matching your pitch to Jecka's. "And Cody's not a total sleaze."

Nicole tapped your shoulder with the joint in hand, "He's as depraved as any other man. Hence the usage of the word total."

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** Choice ** Snatch the weed, or confront Jeffery. * click *

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You could deal with Jeffery another day.

You were like a kite soaring through the sky. Your mind fell far into a different plane of existence than your own, but you didn't mind. The world was spinning. And, if you were in a room, you couldn't tell. No amount of stable ground could keep your feet stationed. Your vision was decorated in fuzz and pixels. And, in a twist of fate, you thought yourself tumbling forward.

You had taken it. Nicole's shit- that joint was strong as fuck. The first drag knocked your chest back in reverie. Yet you kept ripping. By the time you had left campus, you were inflicted with giggles, and you'd remained starry-eyed throughout dinner.

Then came the Friday night club scene. You downed shots like a bad bitch. Ghandi would be proud.

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You stumbled through the shared flat with Cody. Your lips entangled with each other in battle. His hands groped your hips and pinched its flesh with fervent joy. His lips were chapped and his tongue held the remnants of beer. You enjoyed its taste against the mint of your gum.

Your boyfriend pulled away. Your name breached passed moans and whines, sobering your tequila-filled belly slightly. "Babe, please grab the Percocet... In the cabinet." Cody damn near whined. You nodded furiously, and your brain rattled against your skull.

He smacked a sloppy kiss on your forehead before shooing you away.

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** Choice ** Sober up with water, or take a dive into prescription pill wonderland. * click *

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And down the hatch, the Percocet goes.

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"You... you little shi- Fuck!"

Cody? Was that you?

His words felt miles away and your head ached. You knew Cody was crying really ugly. Was he talking to you? Were you dying? You were neither here nor there. And faintly, you registered the sound of skin impacting skin. It was unmistakable.

Cody screeched, "That hurts dipshit!"

"You ruined her. People ruined her," A disembodied voice spoke over you. You groaned, head swirling with more things than one. Could it be a dream? Where were you? How were you here? If you opened up your eyes, would you be able to see? "She was absolutle... Beauty! A perfect girl rivaling those of the anime girls in Doki Doki Daisuke. It was as if God answered my prayers and brought her to life in front of me. That's who she is to me -perfect as the day I met her... Before she met mean girls like Nicole. And, before she allowed you to defile her."

"Fuck," Cody screeched. "What the hell are you talking about!? We were dating before that whore, Nicole!" Who are you talking to?

Cody? I'm scared. I can't... get out of my own head.

His voice continued. "Look man, she was never going to be with you. We started going steady in high school. You were some bizarre loser, a complete neet, who got assigned as her lab partner. For fuck sake, she would've ignored you still without me or her friends. You are just a nuisance who can't take no for an answer! Is this your final attempt to get her to look at you!? Huh... HUH!? Well? Is it working? Does she see you now? Fuck no -she's unconscious! Guess who you're talking to? ME!!!"

Fingers carded over your scalp, itching at your crown. You tingled all over, and the coldest breath ghosted over your cheeks. "I would treat her better. I would put her on a pedestal that rivals Yuno Gasai, whom I believe to be the sluttiest and most desirable anime girl."

Was that voice Jeffery? You managed to whine at that, and you were promptly shushed -consoled like a child.

"She's like this because of you. You're supposed to protect her. What boyfriend allows his girlfriend to get this drugged out."

Silence.

Cody? Are you still there? Like actually, there? I don't understand. Why is this happening? What even is happening to me?

After a while, your boyfriend tsked, "She's a fucking addict, and it is hot as shit. Imagine what a drugged-up slut would do to please you."

Pause.

"Besides, You aren't at all above it. Don't act like you're better than me. Ain't it true that you roofie bitches? Hehe, now you're coming after my druggie girlfriend. Some SHIT!!"

"Y'a know, you talk too much," Jeffery whispered. And you found the strength within yourself to peel your eyes open. You were home. The few nicknacks you displayed glared into your retinas. Once, twice, it felt unbearable to blink. Your gaze started at the carpet, swooping to the left then the right, along the walls, and down to center

Your boyfriend's stared back at you. Then came the...

Screams.

You hadn't comprehended the missing beats of Cody's responses until then. In that state of limbo, words tied together rhythmically. Now, each plea and wail came out differently past battered lips. He begged you to run through swollen tongues and lips.

Each pause was a catch of breath. Cody's chest rose and fell in quick succession. His face was bloodied. Swirled vermillion, slathered by a pair of hands. Where the original wound is, you couldn't tell. It was all over the place. Ropes circled his chest, soaking up red, and kept him strapped to a wooden dining chair.

"Co-" You sputtered. You couldn't stop the onslaught of coughs that inched its way up your throat. Before you could say anything more, Jeffery's palm smashed against your mouth. He finally gained your attention, all while waving a knife around.

"My darling sweetheart," Jeffery cooed with adoration. "I'll handle the trash. Go back to sleep. I was just about to silence him."

You wanted to vomit. You hoped that the acidity would transport you to a reality where you were kneeling over a toilet. Or a bush, fuck it. It could be anywhere than this. You'll take on hang-over Central despite any day over this. You'll say fuck drugs and then by next week, you're on it again.

You just couldn't stay away from Percs and Robo.

Jeffery's appearance was disheveled, a stark contrast from what you were accustomed to. His hair was overgrown and unkempt with inky strands that poked from every angle. It was utterly impossible to look away. His crazed eyes darted across your face, searching within you for something you weren't sure you had to offer.

He turned from you, speaking to Cody. "Stop screaming! I'll gut you if you interfere."

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** Choice ** Figure out what's next, or miss part 2, bitch. * click *

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Thank you for reading! Request rules are here! Follow my ig = lil.thoughts.xo! Part Two, Part Three

Due to the nature of the game, I tried writing differently than what I consider normal. But I had so much fun writing for this fandom. Can't wait to do it again.

[joeygallagher]

"Friday the Fucking 10th"

Aliensnackshop: The Mindfield Re-Edit (2009)

[purple-imagines]

Bloated?

Pairing - Paul Lahote x FemaleReader

Summary - Reader starts gaining weight and the pack starts noticing

Warnings - body shaming, kissing, swearing, pregnancy, vomiting, period talk, Jacob being an ass, kinda ooc

Word Count - 3693

Masterlist

Friday, June 6th

"Em?" Y/N asked looking into the mirror at her stomach. "Does my stomach look, I dont know, bloated to you?"

"Um, yeah, maybe a little bit. I dont think it's anything to worry about though." The older woman replied, after looking at the girls stomach.

"I just feel like I'm getting fat. Paul probably notices too." She put her head down.

"Honey, that boy loves you more than anything. You're his whole world. You have nothing to worry about. He imprinted on you and he loves you. Now stop putting yourself down and help me make this food for them animals."

The girl laughed and started getting the table set.

Tuesday, June 10th

"Hm. That's weird."

"What?" Leah asked, the girl staying at her house.

"Nothing, just my period was supposed to start 3 days ago. I'm sure it's fine, this happens sometimes."

"If you're sure, and hurry up Elijah is about to kill Klaus."

Thursday, June 19th

The girl let out a groan, flushing the toilet after being woken up with the sudden urge to vomit.

Saturday, June 21st

All the girls, Emily, Leah, Kim, and Y/N, were all out shopping and having a girls day.

While Leah and Kim were looking through sets of bikinis. Y/N pulled Emily to the side.

"Em, I think I might be pregnant."

"What? Why do you think that??"

"Um, my periods late, my stomach looks bloated, and I've been throwing up. Not to mention Paul made my favorite dinner the other night and I couldn't stand the smell."

"We need to get you a test then, Hon."

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After Leah and Kim left, Emily let Y/N go into the bathroom to take the test.

Coming out the bathroom, Y/N starts stressing. "What if its positive? What will Paul think? How do I deal with this?"

"Hey. Hey. Just breath. Let's first figure out if you're pregnant or not." Emily calmly says.

"Yeah, you're right." Taking a deep breath she starts to calm, until the timer goes off and her eyes get wide. "Can you check?"

Emily walks into the bathroom and looks at the test, coming out with tears in her eyes. "Um, yeah, you're pregnant"

"Oh mi gosh. Em, what am I supposed to do? Paul and I haven't even talked about kids. What if he doesn't want any?"

"Don't jump to conclusions. Take a couple days to think, and tell Paul when you're ready."

"Thank you, Emily. You always know what to say." The girl wraps her arms around the woman.

Wednesday, June 25th

The imprints made burgers and the pack was having a cookout. Everyone was making their plates. Y/N started to make her plate putting 2 burgers, each with cheese, tomato, onion, and chili. Put a little bit of slaw on the side and some chips.

"Dang girl, you're hungry today." Embry joked, making the girl laugh.

"He's not kidding you are eating a lot more lately." Jacob grumbled.

The girl got quiet and let out a silent "oh".

"What was that? Jacob." Paul growled.

"I'm just saying look at her Paul, everyone here notices how big she's getting. Maybe she should cut back."

After hearing that the girl started to stand up. Paul grabbing her hand. "Its fine, Paul. I'm just gonna go home."

She quietly grabbed her bag and apologized for the inconvenience. "Sorry, I didn't realize I did that. You can have them." Then she walked out the house. Leah chasing after her.

"What the fuck Jacob?!" Paul yelled.

"Paul." Sam warned.

"No Sam. He called her fat, she's not fat."

"We don't need a fight to break out."

"If he didn't want a fight he wouldn't have said anything."

"Paul. Enough."

Paul was shaking horribly. Sam pushed him out the house.

"Really Jacob?!" Jared called, running after Sam and Paul.

"Why is everyone so mad? I just told her how it was. You all can see how much bigger she's getting." Jacob tried to justify himself.

"That doesn't mean that you point it out." Seth told him.

"I know you were all thinking it. Just because I have the guts to tell Paul how it is doesn't make me the bad guy."

"Maybe you should learn the whole story before you go around hurting people."

"Seth. What's that supposed to mean? Seth!"

Seth ran out the house, hoping to find Leah and Y/N.

"Embry? Even you said something."

"I was joking Jake. What you did was uncalled for." Embry scoffed.

"Come on."

"Just stop Jacob." Emily snapped, causing the three left there to widen there eyes.

"Emily. Seriously? You know she's bigger!" Jacob was getting angry.

"Yeah, Jacob. She's eating more and getting bigger, but it's none of your business!" Emily snapped again.

"What if eating so much is hurting her?"

"It's not though, Jacob."

"How do you know??"

"Jacob when she is ready you'll know. Until then shut up."

"Sorry, damn."

***

"Y/N!"

"Y/N"

"Damn, you're fast."

"What do you want Leah?" Y/N sighed as she stopped and turned around, her eyes red and puffy.

"Don't listen to Jacob. He's an asshole."

"I don't care about what Jake said."

"You do or you wouldn't be crying."

"He called me fat Leah. I've never been called that before." She started to tear up. "And it's not even that I'm fat."

"What is it then?"

"Leah...I'm pregnant."

"What!? That's great news."

"Yeah, except for the fact everyone thinks I'm a pig now."

"They do not. If anyone's a pig it's Jacob. Now come on, you need the feed that little one."

***

"Paul!"

"Calm down!"

"Shift back!"

Sam phased into his wolf.

"Paul!"

"He's such an asshole." Paul snarled.

"You need to shift back. Calm down."

"I'm going to rip his throat out."

"Paul!"

"Come on Paul. She needs you." Jared joined.

"I'm trying! I can't control it."

"Calm your thoughts. Breath."

Paul started to shift back, pulling up his shorts in the process. Jared and Sam following shortly after.

***

"Y/N/N! Are you ok? You know Jake doesn't mean to be an ass." Seth tried to reassure the girl.

The girl laughed and grabbed Seth's hands. "Yes. I'm good. Thank you for checking up on me."

It was quiet for a few moments as the trio started walking back to the house. "So..." Seth piped up. "Does she know?"

Leah gasped. "What?! Know?! You told Seth before you told me!"

"He wasn't supposed to find out! He walked in on me having a meltdown about Paul." Y/N defended herself.

"Shit." The girl squeaked. "Paul! He's going to be asking questions. What am I supposed to tell him! I'm not ready. I just found out myself. I need to process this more. Stupid Jacob and his stupid big mouth!"

"Hey! Hey. Just breathe. Paul will understand if you don't want to talk." Leah reassured.

"Are you sure? Because Paul-"

Seth cut the girl off. "She's sure Y/N/N. He wouldn't pressure you into telling him something you don't want to. Now let's go eat I'm sure Little Bit in there is starving."

Both girls let out laughs.

"Um, guys, actually I was just going to go home. I don't wanna face Jacob's apologizes right now."

"Y/F/N you need to eat." Leah demanded.

"Just bring me something when you're finished? Please."

Leah sighed, knowing she wasn't changing the girls decision. "Fine. But you better eat everything I bring you."

"Pinky promise." She held up both her pinkies to Seth and Leah, Seth grabbing her pinky with his, giggling. Leah rolled her eyes, but nevertheless did the same.

"And..." The girl trailed. "Tell Paul that I took his truck. And that I'm ok?"

"So needy." Leah joked, dragging the 'y'.

"But fine I can do that."

"Thank you! You two are the best!"

"We know." They both said at the same time, causing the trio to laugh.

***

Back at home, the girl, took off her shoes and changed into pajama shorts and one of Paul's shirts.

Turning on her and Leah's favorite show to watch, 'The Vampire Diaries'. It was nice to watch people play supernatural creatures. Got their minds off of the real ones that loomed outside.

***

"Finally!" Was the first thing Leah and Seth heard as they walked through the door into Emily's and Sam's.

"Where's Y/N?" Was the second.

Leah was the one to tell Paul the situation.

"So, you just let her leave?" Paul said.

"Yes. She is a grown woman Paul." Leah retorted.

"She didn't even eat."

"I told her I would bring her something."

"I think I should go over there."

"No, you shouldn't." Sam butted in.

"And why not?!"

"Because Paul you just shifted you don't need to do that around her."

"I wouldn't hurt her." Paul glared.

"That's not the point. I said no and my answer is final. You will not go over to Y/N's tonight." Using his alpha voice, making Paul growl and leave the table.

***

"Is it bad that I'm kind of glad Sam did that?" The girl let out to her best friend.

"Yes!" Leah exclaimed.

"I just- I don't know what I would say to him."

"Your fear of confrontation is peeking through."

"Leah! This is serious."

"And I'm being serious. Paul deserves to know."

"I know. I'm just..." The girl let out a sigh. "Scared."

"You should never be scared with him. He looks at you like you're his sun. The thing that is keeping him alive."

"What if he doesn't want a baby? What if this is the one thing he can't handle with me." She whispered.

"That boy would love to start a family with you. The timing may not be ideal, but I've seen the way he looks at you. I saw the way he looked at you before the imprint. You are his literal everything and not just because fate decided you were destined. You were meant to have forever with each other way before fate decided it."

Y/N had tears in her eyes by the time Leah had finished. "I really needed that Leah." She sniffled. "I guess, sometimes, my insecurities take over. I've just been so scared, with the vampires and Bella. There's no time for a baby. Not in his life. He already has so much on him. Why do I need to add more?"

"Quit putting yourself down. You know you come first, when it comes to anything with Paul. A baby is not a burden, or something that just adds pressure. A baby can bring joy and bring people together. Maybe that's what we all need right now."

"Yeah. Maybe you're right."

"No maybe about it. I am right."

"Oh so modest." The girls giggled.

Thursday, June 26th

Awoken to heavy knocks on the front door, both girls growned, having stayed up most of the night talking.

"Y/N. Get the door." Leah grumbled.

"Why me?" The girl whined.

"It's your house."

"You kept me up all night."

"You mean you kept me up all night."

"No."

"Just open the door."

"Fine." She whined, pushing herself out of bed, looking at the clock on her nightstand that read 8:07 am.

Stomping to the door, grumbling profanities the whole way. She pulled the door open only to be greeted with-

"Paul?"

"Hey! I couldn't sleep without making sure you were ok. Jacob was an asshole. He never should have said those untrue things. I love your body and you should too. I think you're beautiful, inside and out. I don't care that you can eat two burgers, I love a woman that can hold her food. Yo-"

"Paul." She cut him off. "As sweet as this is, can we do it later? I'm sorry. Leah kept me up until 5 this morning and all I wanna do is curl up and take a hundred year nap."

"Yeah. Yeah. Of course. Want a cuddle buddy?" A smirk slowly rising on his face.

"You know I could never turn you down." She grinned pulling him inside and onto the couch.

***

By the time the girl woke Paul was already gone, a note in his place, telling her he had patrol but would be back after.

Leah was gone too, so the girl assumed the pack needed her as well.

Grabbing some clothes, she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

***

After a much needed shower, Y/N looked out the window and noticed Paul's truck still in the driveway and his keys still on her nightstand.

Grabbing the keys, and getting in the truck, she started her drive to Emily's.

***

"Hey Em." She called, walking inside.

"Heyyyy." Said girl peeked her head out the kitchen. "I need to talk to you."

"Ok, nothing stressful about that sentence at all."

"Have you told Paul?"

"Diving right in, I see." She muttered.

"Huh?" Emily called from the kitchen.

"Oh! Uh- no I haven't."

"Do you know when you're going to? Because I think you should soon, it'll make all this doubt you have go away."

"I don't know. Soon though, promise!"

Tuesday, July 7th

Everyone was gathered around Emily and Sam's table, laughing and joking around. Well, everyone except Jacob he was upset with Bella, which made him brood.

Y/N sat beside Paul, occasionally stealing the tomatoes off his plate, he always put them to the side for her to grab because they were her favorites and he wasn't that fond of them.

Going unnoticed by the pack and the imprints, everytime she'd take one Jacob would roll his eyes and scoff.

Grabbing the last one of Paul's plate and about to put it in her mouth she was stopped by Jacob's rude voice.

"Are you serious?" He scoffed.

Everyone looked around confused as to what his sudden outburst was about.

"Everything ok, Jacob?" Emily asked.

Jacob let out a little laugh and clicked his tongue.

This time Y/N spoke up.

"Are you upset, Jacob?"

"Me? What? No." He paused. "I do think Paul should be though."

"Why would Paul be upset?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Because his girlfriend has already had more than enough, but she's still eating. And not just that but taking it off his plate. Do you really need that much food Y/N? All it does is make you fatter, which is definitely not something you need. If anything you need to exercise more." He spat at her.

His outburst caused Kim and Emily to let out gasps. Jared and Paul standing up.

Paul had his mouth open about to say something but before he could Y/N interrupted.

"Paul. It's fine. He can feel the way he feels. I'm just gonna go home."

"No you're not." Emily piped in. "Jacob if you could please leave."

"What?" Jacob exclaimed.

"I asked if you could leave, I expect you to use respect in my house and until I see you give some to Y/N I want you to leave."

"She's not even apart of the pack."

"She's an imprint. We are apart of this pack, now are you gonna apologize or did I need to get Paul to escort you out?"

Jacob scuffed, "I'm sorry I called you fat, it may be true but it was not nice of me to say."

Paul was fuming, "I accept your apology"

"No she doesn't." Paul vented.

"Paul, it's fine I don't wanna cause a fight."

"You're not causing the fight. He is."

"He apologized. That's enough. Let's finish eating, then I have to tell you something."

***

"You wanted to tell me something?" Paul said, as he drove them home.

"Can it wait? I'm really tired and just wanna go to sleep."

"Of course, Sweetheart." He kisses her temple.

Thursday, July 9th

"I'm telling him."

All three girls let out simultaneous screams.

"Finally!" Emily exclaimed.

"Took you long enough" Leah joked.

"I still can't believe you're pregnant." Kim gasped.

"Well maybe I should wait a little longer, maybe until August?" Y/N let out a cheeky grin.

"No!" All three girls yelled.

The guys were on patrol and the imprints had the house to themselves. There was a knock at the door.

The girl laughed as she got up to get the door.

"Are you expecting anyone?" Leah questioned Emily.

"No." Emily whispered out.

"Y/N don't answer that." Leah called.

"Guys I invited someone." Y/N answered back.

"Who? We're your only friends." Leah joked.

Y/N opened the door, only for Bella to be standing awkwardly on the other side.

"Hi! Come in. Come in."

"No." Leah deadpanned.

"I thought it would be nice. Jacob really likes her."

"Why do you care what Jacob thinks? He's an ass."

"He wasn't always one. And a friend of Jake's is a friend of ours."

"Well, I think it was nice of Y/N to invite Bella. Make yourself at home Bella, the guys shouldn't be back for a while so it's just us girls. Right now we're just talking but later we're baking!" Emily clapped.

"Ok." Bella squeaked out.

"I don't think we've met. I'm Kim." She introduced herself.

"Bella." She said and waved.

"Well sit down, come on." Emily waved her over. "You ok if we still talk about.."

"Of course! As long as you promise not to tell the guys." Y/N put on her best serious face and looked Bella dead in her eyes.

"I barely talk to them."

"You can't tell Jacob."

"I won't tell Jacob."

"Ok..well I'm pregnant, the baby is Paul's and I haven't told him yet."

"Omg. Congratulations."

"Thank you! I'm kinda in this adrenaline thing right now and I'm hoping it won't wear off by the time Paul gets here." The girls giggled.

"So. Boys!" Emily exclaimed. "Jared?"

"We're really good. He's the greatest. The other day he tried to make me breakfast in bed, he got up really early, my parents were out of town, word of advice Em, never and I mean ever let Jared in the kitchen. It was sweet though he brought me fried eggs and bacon, only all of it was black." Kim laughed at the memory. "And I have a burnt spot on the wall in my kitchen, he still won't tell me what happened."

"He's such a klutz."

"But he makes it so adorable!"

The girls laughed at how in love she was.

"I already told y'all all my boy struggles." Y/N threw her hands up. "What about Sam?" She wiggled her eyebrows, causing the girls to let out giggles.

"Sam is..." Emily let out a sigh, "Sam is perfect. The wedding is soon, as you all know. But enough about me I wanna know about your love life Leah. Oh, and Bella would you like anything to drink, we've got wine and water, sorry not much."

"I'm good. Thank you." Bella muttered, still awkward.

"Leahhhh. Love life. Go." Emily may be a little tipsy.

"Can't talk about something that's non-existent."

"Leah don't lie. We're all friends here." Y/N blurted out.

"Fine. I did meet this girl....but that's all I'm saying!"

Emily and Kim let out pouts while Y/N laughed, maybe letting them have wine was a bad idea.

"You." Emily pointed at Bella.

"Me?" Bella questioned.

"Yes. How's your vamp?"

"Oh, um- he's nice, I guess."

"No. I need more than nice."

"He's really good at dancing." Bella shrugged.

"I need more." Emily begged.

Maybe Bella should of said yes to that wine.

***

It had been a good four hours and 4 out of 5 of the girls were more than tipsy. The 5th one just laughing her ass off at her friends.

The guys were in for a surprise when they came in. There was flour everywhere. In places where flour shouldn't be.

The girls were sitting in a circle in the kitchen, giggling, waiting on their cookies and brownies and muffins to be done. They got a little over board.

Then the door opened and the girls went silent. Sam walked through the door to be met with flour and baking ingredients all over the table and counters, along with 3 empty bottles of wine. He could hear whispers in the kitchen.

"Maybe if we stay really quiet they won't realize we're here." Emily whispered. The other girls giggling. "Shhhhh."

Sam peered over into the kitchen, watching the five girls huddle down, not noticing he was there. Hearing the guys he quieted them letting them look.

Emily peered up seeing the guys watch them causing her to squeak and the other girls to look up.

Each guy had an amused look on his face, watching the girls.

"Welp, grab one." Sam called.

Sam scooped Emily up into his arms, causing her to let out of squeal.

Jared did the same to Kim, and Jacob to Bella. Seth grabbed his sister, and Paul grabbed Y/N.

"Paul, wait, I have to tell you something" Y/N said. "I'm not drunk. I can't even drink."

He took the girl and sat her down outside. She stood in front of him, and he gave her a look to continue.

Hearing loud noises coming from the house, they both looked over only to see all four girls watching them with wide grins on their faces.

"What is happening?" Paul asked, with a confused smile.

In the background you could hear the girls screaming with excitement.

"Here goes nothing. Paul..."

"Yes."

"I'm pregnant."

Paul's face was pure shock, all the girls in the background screaming and cheering.

"We're gonna have a baby?"

"Yeah. We're gonna have a baby. It's why I've been getting bigger, as Jacob so kindly reminds me."

"I'll kill him if you want me to."

"I know you would."

"I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Why is the leech lover here?"

"I invited her. She's actually really nice. I get why Jacob likes her."

"I can't believe we're going to have a baby."

"Me neither."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

[wildlife4life]

Fuck-It Friday Coda

Here is my 7x01 coda that I'm also counting for Fuck-It Friday! So thank you for the tags @theotherbuckley @wikiangela @jesuisici33 and @diazsdimples! Posted to ao3 here.

“How the talk with Chris go? He still seeing being a two timer?” Marisol asks with a sly smile.

Eddie blows out a harsh breath, “There wasn’t much of a talk on my end.”

She quirks an eyebrow, “Oh? You just letting him work it on his own?”

He shakes his head, “Oh god no. That would have just made an even bigger mess.” Eddie has to look away from his girlfriend as he admits, “Actually I asked Buck to talk to him. He has some um... experience with the whole ‘player’ thing.”

Marisol’s wine glass smacks loudly on the coffee table in the silence that follows, and Eddie barely holds back a wince. Still, he doesn’t look at her. He never does when speaking about Buck.

“You had your newly single best male friend, with a history of getting around, talk to your son about not doing the exact same thing?” Marisol sound appalled and it has Eddie whipping around to see her actual reaction. His girlfriend looked upset and disgusted? What is that about?

“Um, yea. Buck has the insight into all of that and he’s reformed and all that.” Eddie tries defending.

She scoffs, “Reformed? Didn’t he just break up with his last girlfriend because he got bored.”

Well, that was a very poor recount of events that had already been poorly told by Buck and Eddie felt the low simmer of burgeoning anger, “Buck did not get bored. He was trying to live, move on from his death, and all that woman was doing, was being a constant reminder of it.”

The anger rises at Marisol rolling her eyes, “Like I said, bored. But that’s not really the point here.”

He grinds his back molars, “What is the point then, in your opinion?”

She narrows her eyes at his tone, “The point is Christopher isn’t going to learn to respect women, be a courteous young man by talking to a man whose disastrous dating history is printed in a best-selling book by someone from said history. He’s Christopher’s fun friend, the guy he goes to when he doesn’t want to get in trouble and you’re feeding into it.”

Eddie slams his beer to the coffee table, making Marisol’s almost empty wine glass wobble from the force, and rises his feet, “After me, Buck is one of the most important people in Christopher’s life. You have not a single understanding of what they are to each other, what they have been through. What Buck has personally been through. He is not some womanizing asshole corrupting my son. He is Christopher’s best friend; my best friend, and the person I know I can turn to when I need help with Christopher. With anything.”

Marisol rises to her feet, “And you’re allowing him to continue take up the space I am trying to get into. I thought we we’re getting somewhere when you invited me to chaperon Chris’s date with you, when you opened up about your worries about him. But instead of letting me try to help you ran to a person you can’t bring up without looking away.”

He immediately proves her point and puts his gaze on the fireplace mantle, eyes roaming over every photo. There several of just him and his son, pre-LA to just last year before Christopher’s school dance. There are pictures of their family back in Texas and the entirety of the 118. Then there are photos with Buck. Christopher and Buck at the zoo. The trio of them at the mall fountain. Eddie’s graduation. Christopher’s 10th birthday. And second to last, Eddie and Buck, arms around each other’s shoulders at Hen and Karen’s vow renewal. At the end of all those photos sits the last family picture of Eddie, Christopher, and Shannon took at the beach.

Eddie thinks back on the picture Christopher turned down on his desk and the letter he almost didn’t read. He thinks about how his first instinct was to turn to Buck and not the girlfriend who witnessed Christopher’s player antics, someone who could give insight on how those girls felt. And then he realizes, Christopher wouldn’t have opened up about his mother to anyone, but Buck.

That space Marisol is trying to fit herself into, is too large, too broad, and perfectly Buck shaped.  She would never fit.

With a sense of déjà vu, Eddie drops his gaze to floor and softly states, “I think you should go.”

💜🩷💜🩷

Wine glass rinsed out, beer bottle in the recycling, and a reusable tote bag just barely filled with Marisol’s few items left at his house sat near the door, Eddie relaxes back into his couch.

Marisol put up a lack-luster fight to leaving, but eventually she drowned the last of her wine and called an uber. “He’s not going stick around forever. He’s going to break both yours and Christopher’s hearts.” She warned, “And you’ll be just as alone as you were in the hardware store.”

Eddie held back a harsh retort and simply told her, “I haven’t been alone since I met him and I never will be if either one of us has a say about it.”

He opened the door, Marisol got into a little gray sedan, and she went back to the home Eddie helped destroy.

Picking up his phone from the coffee table, Eddie pulls up his contact favorites, smirking humorously at Marisol’s missing name, and presses the person at the very top. It rings twice, before, “Hey man, thought it was date night?”

“Asked her to go home.” Eddie replies.

Silence on the other end for a just a moment then, “Man, you really need to find a better way to break up with women.” Buck teases.

Eddie chuckles, “Well at least there was no mess to clean up this time.”

Buck hums in agreement before softly asking, “You doing okay?”

Not a single lie passed his lips when he answered, “More than. But you know what would help?”

“What?”

“Go-karts in the dessert.”

A laugh that makes Eddie feel warm all over, “It’s a date.”

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[writeonwhiskey]

the skz house: ch 14 (18+)

a/n: thank you as always to @bahablastplz for editing. thank you, thank you, thank you for your continued reading & support of this fic!

Summary: Welcome to Sigma Kappa Zeta, the most popular fraternity on campus. When you, down on your luck and looking for a place to live, see their ad for ‘IN-HOUSE STAY’. You're one of the four girls chosen and find that your duties for the rest of the school year will be cooking, cleaning, and pleasing your assigned house members: Hyunjin & Chan.

[ read chapter thirteen here ]

Chapter Fourteen: Of Surprises and Closets

Friday, November 10th

Apparently, the boys’ allowance is $3,000 a month. You and the other girls were fucking floored when Jeongin lost and the total in the pot shot up such a significant amount. You had never contemplated just how wealthy the boys, or their families, might be until then. Yes, the house you’re all living in is huge, but most fraternities and sororities have large homes for their members to live in. Perhaps the four Tesla’s in the driveway should have given an indication…or the way Chan handed over that credit card with no hesitation the day you moved in or anytime someone needed to go grocery shopping.

Their lifestyles are funded by much higher powers, they needn’t worry about the grocery bill. You can’t imagine being given $3,000 a month to use as you see fit. Your parents send you just enough to cover your ‘rent’ and keep your basic needs met—and it’s not even half of what the boys receive. It makes you wonder what type of businesses their fathers run and what’s in store for them after they graduate. It also makes you realize that Hyunjin can suck it. You don’t need to feel bad about making him or Chan lose. No wonder they have made this a tradition with such high stakes. It’s simply because they can.  

Phase One, as you have begun to call it, with Chan is already underway. He’s not exactly an open book after just a few days of casual conversation, however he is at least sharing small inconsequential details about his life with you. Such as the name of his siblings, his favorite color, and that he performed a Bruno Mars song for his 7th grade talent show. Yes, there’s footage, fuck no you can’t see it (his words). But it’s something.

It crosses your mind, though, that he could be entertaining your prying questions and showing an interest in you because he believes it will keep you at bay. You have to remember he’s playing this game too. Maybe his angle is to weaken your resolve by showing some semblance of kindness. To keep you from trying to make him lose, because when he’s being cordial and engaging with you…why would you want to ruin that?

You have no way of knowing if it’s true, of course. That doesn’t stop the thought of it from leaving a bad taste in your mouth. If that is the case, if he’s only letting you in temporarily and plans to shut you out again in December, you honestly don’t know how you will react.

You turn your focus to Hyunjin lying in bed next to you, still fast asleep. He has class this afternoon and while you don’t wish to wake him…there are goals to be achieved.  

You slowly inch closer to him, careful not to make big movements that might wake him. Possibly unnecessary antics because the boy could sleep through an earthquake. You drape one leg across both of his and place your hand on his stomach. You rest your head on his chest, feeling the light thump of his heart against your check.

When you’re sure he’s still asleep, you slide your hand along his bare stomach, rubbing it gently from side to side while consistently moving down lower and lower until you reach his boxers. You keep up the side-to-side motion of your hand, hooking your thumb into the waistband as you do. The rise and fall of his chest remain steady, encouraging you to slip your hand beneath the fabric. You lower your hand further until you feel his warm cock against you.

His heartbeat quickens and you feel him lift his head up and wish you could see the look on his face, but you can’t look at him yet.

“Mmmph,” he grunts, halfheartedly swatting your hand as his head falls back against the pillows.  

You cup his cock, causing him to let out a frustrated, or possibly annoyed, groan. It twitches against your hand as you gently squeeze it, betraying his half-assed objections by responding to your touch.  

“Y/n,” he says sleepily.

You continue to ignore him, choosing instead to lightly run your fingers up and down his growing length.

“This isn’t fair.”

You finally lift your head to look up at him with innocent, blinking eyes, your chin resting on his chest. You grip his cock in your hand and start stroking up and down. You can feel him harden with each movement. He draws in a long, quiet breath. His hips start to rock as you stroke. He’s enjoying it—he doesn’t really want you to stop either.

It may not be fair, but this isn’t breaking the rules. The girls can touch, just not to completion. And you can’t put your mouth on it unless he asks you to—which will result in him losing. This is a very good predicament to have him in.

You sit up, propping yourself on your elbow to position your face closer to his. You remove your hand from his boxers and bring it to your mouth to spit in.

“Y/n,” he says again. His eyes watch your hand as it returns to his cock.  

You lean forward to kiss his neck, licking with your tongue, nipping with your teeth as you make your way up to his jaw.

“Y/n,” he says again, lifting his arm to tightly grip your shoulder.

“Yes?” You finally respond, a smile seeping through your tone. You continue laying kisses on his cheek, still stroking him.

“Stop,” he says firmly.

You lean your head back and pout at him, halting your hand movements without fully releasing him.

“You want me to lose?” He asks.

“You don’t want me to win?” You counter.

“Hm.” He seems to consider it for a moment. “Touchè.”

“Are we stuck in a stalemate, then?” You say, removing your hand from his cock and boxers completely. Before he can even breathe a sigh of relief, though, you sit up and straddle his waist, making sure his cock is pressed right against your center. You roll your hips against him for good measure as you speak, “You don’t miss fucking me?”

He groans, hands flying to your waist to keep you in place.

“Don’t say that.”

“Say what? That you don’t miss fucking me?” You say with a smirk, sliding your hands up his chest. “You must not. And I thought we had something special.”

He grabs a pillow and holds it over his face.

“Is it easier to lose if you don’t watch?” You ask.  

Him grabbing the pillow has released your waist and you’re free to grind against him again. You trace patterns on his chest lightly with your nails, wanting to overstimulate him with sensations.

“November is my least favorite month of the year.” He announces, voice muffled by the pillow.

“Maybe I can help make it your favorite?” You grab the pillow covering his face, pulling on it until he releases it.  He’s staring up at you with pleading brown eyes.

You toss the pillow aside and then reach for the straps of the tank top you’re wearing. You slowly pull them both down, exposing your breasts little by little.

“No, no, no,” Hyunjin whines.

You take his hand in yours, bringing it up towards your breast. He resists.

The boys are not supposed to touch like this.

“We could just get it over with and then we don’t have to worry about the rest of the month,” you try to sway him, tugging on his wrist again. “Don’t you miss how soft they feel in your hands?

He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down on it. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to pull his hands back with not even half the strength you know he can muster.

“I can’t lose this soon. Don’t do that to me, y/n.”

Still holding on to his wrist, you lower his hand down to your pajama shorts.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m not sure.” He replies, snapping his eyes open.

You roll your eyes and release his wrist. He doesn’t move his hand from where it’s resting against your shorts, though.  

“What if we don’t tell anyone?” You ask, putting your hands behind you on the bed, leaning back and spreading your legs further apart. You roll your entire body against him.  

“You promise?” He asks.

Oh, how you wish he hadn’t said that. Even if this is just a stupid game, you don’t want to break a promise you make to Hyunjin. Not when he’s been so good to you. You hesitate in responding for a moment too long.

“I’m gonna take a cold shower.” He moves his hands to your hips and guides you off him. He rolls out of bed and stretches as he stands. “I’ll add $100 to the pot after.”

He tosses a wink at you, and you smile.

It was worth a shot.

You check the time and realize you have to meet with the girls this afternoon, anyways. Rhiannon’s birthday is coming up and the four of you have been plotting a certain member’s downfall for the last couple days surrounding the event.   

Monday, November 13th

It’s nearly halfway through the month. There’s a total of $6,800 in the pot. Jeongin was the first to add his full allowance, followed by Felix. Han, Hyunjin, and Lee Know are also on the board now.  Only Seungmin and Chan have fully resisted up to this point.

It’s Rhiannon’s birthday today. She’s due back to the house with Seungmin any minute. You and the other girls convinced him to spend the afternoon with her and keep her away from the house for a ‘surprise’ party, but she’s fully aware of what’s happening. She has a plan of her own while they’re out of the house.

Everyone else, except you and Chan, are waiting in the basement for her to arrive.

“Anything else that needs to be taken down?” Chan asks from behind you in the kitchen.

“Just grab the bags of chips and pretzels,” you tell him, holding her cake carefully with both hands.

He grabs the bags from the counter then follows behind you towards the basement. You both stop in your tracks when the garage door opens and the sound of a bickering Seungmin and Rhiannon travels down the hallway.

“I don’t think it counts,” Seungmin is saying.

You turn your head to peak over your shoulder at Chan, unsure of what to do next. You start to take another step towards the basement, thinking if you move fast enough you can head back down before they spot you. But Chan hooks a finger in the loop of your jeans with one hand and uses the other to open the jacket closet door to your left. He nudges you inside, then steps in right behind you and tries to close the door as softly as possible.

You’re immediately enveloped in darkness when the door fully shuts.

“That’s cheating, Seungmin. You’re being weird about it. Are you ashamed?” Rhiannon says haughtily.

You and Chan are frozen still, the cake the only thing keeping you apart as they come down the hallway, voices growing louder.

“No, but—”

“But nothing. You refused to bring me home for whatever reason, said you wanted to fuck me in the car—and you did—and now you don’t want to come clean to everyone?”

You look down to hide your smile. It worked. Like she said, Seungmin had to think it was his idea.

Your eyes focus on the cake, and you see it’s in danger of being squished between the two of you.

“The cake,” you say softly.

Chan moves to help you with it, but the crinkling of the chip bags in his hands stops him. He abruptly stops all movement, and you giggle quietly.

“Shhh,” he shushes you, but being this close you can feel the laughter rumbling within him. He slowly squats and places the bags on the floor, careful not to make a sound. When he stands his hands cover yours beneath the cake causing an instant wave of heat to course through your body.

It’s been almost two weeks since he’s even remotely touched you. And you could be crazy, but it feels like he caresses the back of your hand. Twice.

His phone buzzes in his pocket. One hand leaves yours to retrieve it. He reads over the notification.

“Felix is telling Seungmin to stall her for ten minutes while they fix her…balloon arch…thing,” Chan whispers.

“Tel them we’re trapped in the closet,” you reply.

“Sure thing, R. Kelly,” he mumbles with a low chuckle before typing back a reply.

He takes the cake from you and reaches over your head to place it on the shelf above you.

Someone walks by the closet and you both still.

“Rhi,” you hear the familiar voice of Changbin call out.

“I’ll be in the basement,” Seungmin says, sounding extremely annoyed, as he passes the door you’re hiding behind.

You don’t know what kind of diversion this is; it was not planned by the four for you.

“Can you make me a sandwich?” Changbin asks, his voice moving towards the kitchen.

You silently slap your forehead. Of course Changbin would ask that. Have her catering to him on her birthday.

Chan’s phone buzzes again and he checks it.

“We’ll have to wait a few minutes before we can leave,” he says.

Being in this closet with him was not part of today’s plan either…but it’s an opportunity, nonetheless.

You become painfully aware of how close you are in this confined space and of how long it’s been since he’s really touched you. As much as he has opened up to you, it seems everything physical between you has gotten further away.

You take a step closer to him, occupying the small space the cake was just in. Your nose is practically rubbing the space between his collar bones. He doesn’t move back. Not that there’s much room for him to. The scent of him fills your senses each time you inhale. It’s all you can focus on right now. How much you miss him. How much you want him.

You tilt your head up towards his, slowly pressing up on your tiptoes.

He doesn’t stop you.

Your puckered lips connect with his jaw, sliding along his jawline, moving towards his lips until you feel him stiffen.

“Chan,” you say quietly, your mouth still pressed against his skin. You don’t want to come on too strong and settle for a humorous approach. “Have you ever played Seven Minutes in Heaven?”

“Y/n,” his tone sounds like a warning.

“What? Kissing is allowed,” you reply innocently.

You’re fully taking advantage of the situation. He can’t leave this closet without ruining the ‘surprise’. He can’t object loudly. You can’t see the look on his face, but you bet he’s staring daggers at you. Maybe you’ll pay for this, but regret is for tomorrow.

You don’t wait for him to reply before placing your lips on his. As you do, you’re not even sure this has anything to do with the competition. All you know is that you have missed the feeling of being pressed against him, his soft lips on yours.

He holds still for a moment, but you don’t back down. You can’t. You have to take this step towards initiating contact if any of your other plans are going to work. You slip your tongue out to slide it across his bottom lip, seeking entrance.

“Please,” you whisper.

The moment his hands are on your hips feels like the ultimate win.  Sure, you’ll be disappointed if you don’t get him to fully cave before the month is over…but you’ll always have this moment.

You place your hands on his chest, pushing slightly until his back is against the wall. He pulls you against him as he parts his lips, allowing your tongue to enter his mouth. His hands slide from your hips to your lower back, down your ass, cupping it to press you further into him. You wish you both weren’t wearing jeans. You want to feel his cock grow against your skin.

Your kisses feel needy, as they always do, yet sweet at the same time. That’s new. It feels like he misses you, too, and that makes you want to squeal and cry. He has been so determined to steer clear of touching you in any capacity that you assumed this challenge was no big deal for him. Maybe you’re wrong.

When Chan pushes himself away from the wall, you’re afraid he’s going to tell you to cut the shit and stay off him. Instead, he picks you up and takes two small steps towards the opposite wall so your back rests against it. He hooks one arm around your waist and the other finds its place at your throat.

You moan as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, arching your back to push yourself against him even more. You want to fully grind on him, to make his cock hard and have him fuck you right here in this closet. But that’s too risky for everything at stake. You still need him to think you have no interest in making him lose.

Right now, though, all you get are his lips quietly pressing against yours. And you’ll take it. You both kiss and nip and tease, all the while slowly rocking your hips into him, his hand remaining in its rightful place around your neck.

When his hand on your waist begins to roam, slipping beneath your shirt to caress your back, you begrudgingly pull your lips away from his. With his hand still on your neck, he uses his thumb to turn your head to the side and laces your neck with kisses.

“Chan,” you say softly, hating yourself for the words you’re about to say.

“Hmmm?” He hums, giving your neck a gentle squeeze of acknowledgement.

“I really don’t want to, but we should stop.”

“Kissing is allowed,” he repeats your earlier declaration.

“Yes, but…I don’t just want to kiss you,” you admit, pushing against his chest.

He lets out a sigh and places one last kiss on your neck before resting his head on your shoulder.

“Same.”

You blink. Swallow. Blink again.

He wants to do more than kiss you, too. He does miss your physical interactions. He puts up a good front, but this must be harder for him than he’s letting on. And you’re okay with that. You’ve gotten some kind of admission. You’ll lock it in a box and bury it deep. He will never get it back.

He lowers you back to the ground so you’re standing.

“19 days,” he whispers near your ear. “Until I can make you mine again.”

You clench your jaw and push back on his chest once more, creating some space between you in hopes that it will ease the throbbing between your legs. You want to tell him not to say things like, that it drives you wild. But you don’t. You like hearing him profess how much he wants you.

His phone buzzes again and you’re thankful for the interruption.

“The coast is clear,” he tells you, grabbing the cake from the shelf above you and handing it to you.

You hadn’t even heard Changbin and Rhiannon walk by the door again. Or maybe they went upstairs. Fuck…what was the plan again?

Rhiannon’s ‘surprise’ party is a success. She excitedly crosses out Seungmin’s name on the board as everyone (except Seungmin, of course) cheers at his demise. The four of you girls share a look, celebrating your successful plotting. Drinks are made, food is eaten, games are played, and by 11:30pm you’re ready to head to bed.  

You shower and change into your pajamas, and by the time you make it back to Chan’s room, he’s there, taking a shower himself. You tuck yourself into your blankets to wait for him, hoping to get in a late-night chat but you’ve been up since 7:00am so you start to doze off.

You don’t know how long passes, but you jerk awake when you feel your blankets being pulled off of you.

Chan is standing directly above you clad in nothing but his boxers, one knee on the bed.

“You okay?” You ask, furrowing your brow. Your heart feels like it’s going to beat its way out of your chest at the unexpected sight of him here like this.

His eyes meet yours and you feel like the wind has been knocked out of you. His gaze is soft…tender, almost. He says nothing as he hooks one hand under your shoulders and the other beneath your legs. With little effort he lifts you up and holds you to him as he carries you to his bed.

To. His. Bed.

You turn your head towards his chest and squeeze your eyes shut. Are you dreaming?

When he sets you down, you still have your eyes closed. You have to keep them this way. If you open them, you might wake up.

His footsteps retreat and you hear him flick the light switch off. He then comes back to the bed, slides in right next to you and pulls the comforter up over you both.

He doesn’t cuddle you; he doesn’t touch you. He doesn’t even say anything.

You’re not fazed by his silence or the small distance between you. This one simple action has said more than ever.

[ read chapter fifteen here ]

a/n: *hides*

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Buddie Week 2024

Buddie Week 2024 is a week-long event to celebrate our two favorite firefighters. WIth the use of forms, the fandom could choose several things like the prompts and when the week takes place. All forms are now closed and everything is official!

April 8th - April 14th is Buddie Week!

Each day has two normal prompts and a quote prompt. To join, you only have to choose one of these (of course you can do more!). If there isn't a prompt you like, you can choose one of the alternate prompts to write for instead.

And here are the prompts (nominated and then voted by you). The order of prompts is from the most voted for to less voted for.

Monday April 8th: Borrowing/stealing/sharing Clothes - Secretly Married - "I'm right here, I always have been."

Tuesday April 9th: Protective Eddie - Co-Parenting - "I can tell you're not fine"

Wednesday April 10th: Clipboard Buck - Tattoos - "Is that my shirt?"

Thursday, April 11th:- Eddie calling Buck 'Evan' - falling asleep on each other - "Because I fucking love you!"

Friday April 12th:- didn't know they were dating - demisexual Eddie - "I swear it wasn't my fault this time."

Saturday April 13th: hugging from behind - Buck speaks Spanish - "I'm not letting you go."

Sunday April 14th: first kiss - hurt/comfort - "Please don't leave."

Alternate prompts:

stuck together

special rescue/heavy rescue Buck

amnesia

"I'm sorry, you want us to do what?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

"This made me think of you."

More information about the collection on AO3 will be posted later! But for now, you can start making things for this event! You can write a fic, make art, create a playlist, or do anything that you want with these prompts. You don't even need to post it on ao3 if you want it to. You can post anywhere.

During the week and the period after, I will try to reblog everything on Tumblr that has this account tagged in the post, or 'Buddie Week 2024' in the tags. You don't HAVE to tag me. I understand if that makes you uncomfortable - I was the same with my first Whumptober year and didn't tag the official Whumptober account or tags.

Everyone can participate! Maybe you can post fic recs with these themes. Post little snippets or drabbles. Do whatever you want. Maybe you've got your own idea how to participate.

The ONLY rule is that the use of AI is not allowed. And, of course be nice to each other! If something isn't your thing, exit the page, don't be mean.

I'm excited to see what you all come up with! I will be writing fics as well for this event. If you have any questions, don't be afraid to send a message or an ask!

To stay updated, you can follow this blog (@911buddieweek )

(Sharing/boosting on tumblr and other sites is appreciated. I do not have (or want) a Twitter account so I don't know if they're even aware of this)