#i need to downgrade to a dumb phone

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I know for a fucking fact that my phone is listening to everything I say because I just got a spam text from some bot selling red bull. Yesterday, I told one of my co-workers that I wasn't feeling 100%, and he offered me a can of red bull as a pick me up. I took it home and tried it this morning, the very first red bull I'd ever had, and I really didn't like the taste; I told my mom that it was like they melted all three popsicle flavors together (cherry, grape, and orange), and then dyed it the exact color of piss.

Maybe it's just synchronicity, maybe the two are unrelated, but what are the odds of getting a personally targeted spam text about red bull not 12 hours after drinking one for the first time? I've never bought one before, and the last time I ever talked to anyone about it was TEN YEARS AGO because of Felix Baumgartner's free fall drop. This product is not in my orbit, and my co-worker only offered me a can because he just so happened to have an extra one.

This is freaking me out more than it should.

[moongumi]

I USED YOU.

sypnosis. satoru gets cheated on, and you're there to heal his heartbreak : )

⟶ cw. smut, pwp, fem!reader, cheating, emotional manipulation, emotional abuse, dub-con due to intoxication, gaslighting girlboss, age-gap (reader is 20ish + gojo is 30ish), drunk sex, toxic relationship, toxic friendship, mentions of edating (LOL), public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, filming, oral (m), stomach bulge + more

⟶ wc. 2k

⟶ a/n. hii i'm trying something new, like pure pwp it was supposed to be short but fuckkkk idk ! ! this was v fun to write and i wrote it in 1 sitting so plz be kind <3 lmk what u think if u want me to do this kinda just random one off prompts.

he did look very familiar. he’s overly drunk though, shouting profanities at lovey-dovey couples as he sees them kissing in the corners of the bar. god, he’s out of his mind. his cheeks are flushed, he’s on his third bottle of tequila, how is he stomaching all of that? 

he orders more, making the bartender leave the entire bottle instead of getting shots–his stack of cash piling up for his following drinks, he even buys rounds for random men that talk to him, all drunk just listening to him complain about his cheating girlfriend. well ex-girlfriend now, you’d assume.

you swallow the last of your drink, bought by a random man who tries flirting with you. you thank him and leave him. walking over to the man you’ve been watching all night.

“you seem lonely.” leaning against the bar next to his stool.

he laughs, “is it obvious?”

you smile, biting your lip hoping he stares down at your cleavage through your provacative dress. he does. his bright blue eyes, impossibly stark–can’t help but linger on your plump chest. 

“i can help with that,” you hope he looks at the way your tongue swipes the bottom of your lips, glossing them up, “i know how you feel.”

you don’t, but you lie.

satoru nods, his eyes are damp and bruised from all the wiping he did to eyes to try to get rid of the evidence of his broken heart. “did you love her?”

“yea.”

hm, surprising. you felt the need to pry, “still do?”

“yea, fucking sucks.”

you sit yourself in the unoccupied seat, purposely widening your legs enough for him to notice how you had no underwear on. such a slut. “well, drowning in alcohol won’t help.”

“i know that now.” he takes a huge gulp of sure sharp tequila. burning his throat, as if melting his insides.

“i know a way to make yourself feel better,” you coaxed pursing your lips, “she’ll hate it.”

“how do you know that?” he asks, seemingly interested.

you shrug, “i might know her.”

you did, the girlfriend–your friend and roommate. you knew she’s been dating this smoking hot new guy, gojo satoru, an older guy with a good job. god, the things you’d do to land such a guy but hell, you spend too much time online, gaming and e-dating shitty guys to land such a put together individual–you’re shocked when you hear her bring a new guy in.

totally downgraded, fugly guy too, she must’ve faked all her orgasms because when she came out of her bedroom with the guy afterwards she did not looked pleased in the slightest. you’re confused why she did it, maybe she got bored or something happened, might’ve been a fight is what you concluded, the night before she wouldn’t get off the phone–cussing loudly. until–

today her boyfriend, ex-boyfriend cries in a bar alone–you heard her apologise saying how she was dumb and was too drunk to comphrend her actions, right. because you find out later on, that he’s her plug, she’s been fucking the guy before dating satoru to get cheap weed, hillarious. but damn she missed out, satoru’s family’s rich beyond imagination and the guy is just dreamy–isn’t he?

“a bit of rebound sex isn’t gonna’ hurt right? plus, would it absolutely destroy her to know that you’re fucking her roomate–we could even send her the video.”

he’s easy, god, he folds so easily. when have you grown such a skill.

his phone camera’s so bright it almost blinds you when he pulls it out, “fuck, sorry, didn’t expect the flash.” he’s so drunk, he’s disoriented and unable to hold his camera still. his cock’s hard, precum dripping all over when you pull him out of the prison of his jeans.

your mouth is wet, warm and a comfort to him. his mind only drifts to the pleasure of it instead of the pain of his ripped heart. he moans loudly, louder than anyone you’ve heard before. your pretty eyes look up at him, batting them with your throat full of his shaft.

“god, you’re pretty.” he slurs, drunk on not only the tequila that you tasted on his lips earlier but also look on your face. his fingers lace into your hair holding you steady for the video. “take more–lemme’ fuck your throat.”

you mumble in his cock, god, they all say that. you furrow your eyebrows. this felt like an impossible task, his girth is already so wide and god, the length smacked the back of your throat at every thrust–your hands trying it’s hardest to satisfy whatever doesn’t fit with twirls of your wrists. drool spills from the corner of your lips, mixing with the cum of his that you couldn’t swallow–he didn’t even let you breathe most of the time let alone try to swallow anything–fuck it was just going to all go down your throat at this point, the way he’s rutting mindlessly into you. using your mouth as a fucking cumsock.

his blurry vision could still see how fucking hot you looked through the little lens of his camera, he was going to keep this forever. your eyes watered taking him in, never once did a girl try so damn hard to please him like this, he wanted to keep you forever.

he saves the video and starts a new recording, flipping the camera the other way with a click. he bends you over the sink of the dingy bar bathroom, flips your dress up and comments on your lack of clothing down there, “you knew what you wanted, huh?”

“yea, i wanted you.”

satoru drops to his knees, phone in hand as he films the closeup of your pussy. “this seems a bit unnecessary, no?” you tease. filming your bare cunt seemed more like something he wanted to watch back later not something he’d send to his ex to make her jealous.

“yea, you’re right. but it’s a nice pussy, let me remember it.”

he slides his fingers along the slit gathering your arousal that leaked earlier, enjoying the warmth of it before his fingers being to tease and play with your hole. your plump lips part, making a wet pop when he pushes a finger in testing the waters.

you moan loudly feeling the roughness of his thick finger hit the hilt of his knuckle, the man spares no time in curling it–as if looking in here for something, oh yea, he was, it’s not hard to find–he’s experienced. he pushes hard, slapping your clit against the flat of his palm when he thursts another finger in, and another–three in and he’s happy with the way it looks, all stuffed. 

you hold onto the edge of the sink hoping your hips wouldn’t bruise too bad from all the hammering. he thrusts hard, the burn feels good. your cunt sloshing and gaping at his command. he takes a second, getting up close and personal. his two fingers spread gaping your hole as he blows into it sending shivers into your hole, “what’s that for?”

“it looks tight in there, i can’t wait to fuck it open.” he’s vulgar you give him that. he gets a good clip of the inside of your cunt, all bare, swollen and soaked just for him.

satoru’s bulb slowly slides it, slow burn–making the entrance so slow. he wants to feel every inch enter you and there were a lot of inches to get through. he grunts, moans at every move–until his hips connects with the clap of your cheeks against his thighs.

his entire girth stretches you full, completely filling you up–all the curves and ridges molding to his shape. deep enough to feel the slight pain inflicted on your cervix, fuck.

he pulls out almost completely, seeing your face stretch and moan when he fills you up with him. his arm holds out his face as if he was taking a photo of himself, letting you see the way his face rests in the crook of your shoulder biting down on the exposed skin of your dress, “fuck, keep moaning–let her see the way i fuck you right here.”

you get louder, his hips rut with fast rhythm his mission to make you cum for his little film. his blue eyes flickering up to him as his other hand holds onto your cheeks between his fingers forcing your face towards the lens, making sure to capture ever change in your face. your tits nearly fall off your top when he thrusts, your hips burning at the pain against the sink top now but it didn’t matter when you were coming.

he bends you towards him, your back arched and ass perfectly placed in his lap. his hips make your tits bounce on camera, “fuck, fuck, you gonna come for me? come on, lemme’ hear it.”

his lips attach to yours during your climax, his tongue jutting inside exploring the roof of your mouth–curling his tongue with yours, open mouthed–overly wet loud smacking surround the room. alongside the mixed sounds of two people cumming and lips trying to swallow eachother up during it all. “god, i’m close. i’m gonna’ stuff you full of cum.”

he milks his high, letting it all lose inside. satoru thrusts you off your high, pushing his cum in and in deeper–splurting his beads all to the point where they burst out the sides of your cunt. he lets out a deep last groan drawing it out resting his head on the back of your shoulder as he looks down at where your bodies connect, giving his last few pumps, leaving his cock inside to dwindle down.

“ugh, i’m so full.” you breathed, feeling his cum making your stomach bloat.

satoru nips your skin, “yea, full of me.”

“hmfp–” your cunt is warm, silken with fresh mixed arousal. “you gonna clean me up?”

“course.”

he pulls out, all the cum dripples out–he takes almost all the tissue out of the dispenser. wipes you up and cleans himself as well. nice aftercare, you guess.

you adjust your dress, sitting back against the sink feeling your pussy throbbing and burning from the raw sex–he went hard, harder than you expected for someone who could barely wash his own hands right now.

“you sober?”

he shakes his head, “not even close.”

you pull out your phone and wave it around, “airdrop me the clips?”

“sure.”

he does it, and you’re surprised to see almost ten different videos, different clips of different perspectives. lots of shit to be mad at, angles of your face full of his cock, your pussy with his fingers inside, his penetration, his fucking–with both your faces feeling eachother, and the creampie.

“you want my number alongside that?”

you bite your lip, “nope.”

he’s confused, its cute. he’s never been rejected before. “you’re kidding right?” 

you shake your head, “sorry, i’m not.”

“whys that?” his voice is monotone, he’s staring the you through the mirror with his lips between his teeth.

you shrug, “you used me for revenge, i used you for sex. i don’t date and i definitely don’t date my friend’s ex.”

“i thought she was just your roommate–i thought you hated her,” he asks, he starts to wipe his eyes again.

“i hate all my friends–just a girls thing–”

“you fucking used me?”

you huff, crossing your arms, “don’t get mad now. you just came in me, be grateful i’m not mad.”

“fuck, i’m not mad,” his face grows a shocked grin, his tongue jutting his cheek, “i’ve never been used before–is this how it feels?”

“satoru,” you pout, leaning towards him when you jumped off the sink your heels clicking against the tiles, “you’re not that dumb right? i won’t spell it out for you…but i’m definitely not your first, sorry.”

satoru scoffs, shaking his head while you walked out the door. he mumbles something to himself, you could hear it slightly–most of it drown out by the music from the bar.

“girls these days, fucks sake.”

© moongumi 2022. all rights reserved, do not copy and publish my writing anywhere else.

[mokasredribbon]

Sorry if I barge to your tags. I know you want to see your boys, but I really need your help. No this is not an emergency situation, I'm just desperate to play the game

If you have any tips or trick to download the game without using the launcher or any other else. Please share it 🙇‍♀️

I'm getting sick to download genshin using the launcher so please give me your tricks.

Bellow is my rant btw, you can ignore it. But if you're bored, you can read it lol

Rant

Idk which one is more infuriating. The fact that you have to download genshin impact current full size or the fact I must download it at a snail pace.

I want to play genshin. But golly god. Download it such a pain that I lost my excitement to play this game anymore. Downloading gi at 45% ish only to met with a dumb network problem pop up and resetting the whole thing. I swear to God my interest connection is fine, but somehow downloading genshin downgrade that shit.

Its been 5 days. I just want to play. Can't they do something about this? I might have zero knowledge about coding but It's frustrating for me to keep download the same shit over and over again.

It doesn't help that the fact it's size so big that I can't even reach half way of the download source. It's frustrating enough I nearly want to cry. Waiting this shit to downloaded is boring. Why would I watch a game being downloaded? Because If let the laptop sleep the amount of data I downloaded is lesser than when I keep the screen on. I literally left my laptop to download the game while I'm sleeping. guess how much I downloaded?

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3 fucking percent. That's the whole fucking night. And then there's when I literally went from 20% to 40% by simply watch the launcher to download the game. Look how big the gap is. Unbelievable

The reason why I watch the downloading process it's because I keep track when the download speed fell to kb/s. I want to make them stay at mb/s. Idc if it's only 1mb/s, it's better than 200kb/s. By the time I already downloaded the game, dainsleif is already have his rerun banner 🙄

But when I download genshin on phone I can do it smoothly. If I lost my wifi network, the game will download the rest of the data. Unlike laptop, if the downloading process got disturbed, it's a gamble between I can continue the download or I have to start all over. I don't understand why can't the launcher download the remaining data when it's disturbed, instead opted to re-download all over again. I don't understand

[honestlywtf04]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

warning : angst, heartbreak, betrayal, swearing, crying, mentions of cheating, death threats.

summary : he may have owned up to it, but actions have consequences.

a/n: thank you to @venicebixch for reading this first and telling me to post this <3 - 💫

dear y/n,

watching you walk out of my room so aggressively and angrily, is an image i'll never be able to get out of my head.

your friends dm'ing me calling a 'piece of shit' or an asshole is something i don't blame them for. my actions have consequences.

the consequence was watching you move on. but not with anyone, but with my best friend. that shit hurts. when thomas showed me the picture you posted on your story of you and jett kissing, multiple emotions rushed through me. anger, unhappiness, heartbreak, betrayal, and so much more that i can't even put to words.

regret is something i would not feel. everything i would do, i wouldn't care about what anyone felt. but why were you the first to show me that?

why did i have to be so attached to you? why do i have to love you so much but be so stupid?

why did i sleep with her knowing that i shouldn't have?

you found out and you left. the second you stepped out of the door, it was like the ceiling was collapsing on top of me and no one was able to help me.

i felt like i was suffocating, i couldn't breathe. i was laying on the floor, disgusted with myself for hurting the one good thing in my life.

while i was pretty much dying in my room all alone, you were probably with jett. i never expected you two to be together at all.

you guys are together and now i'll never get you back. but i wouldn't expect anything else. you deserve to move on, as much as it hurts me, you deserve happiness and i hope jett is giving you that.

i miss you, i love you, and i hope that one day, you'll forgive me.

love,

vinnie the pooh

i sighed as i read the letter that i received three months ago.

when i first received it, i cried. you can't blame me, vinnie will always have a piece of my heart that will belong to him. that's the funny thing about first loves, they will always find their way back into your mind whether you like it or not.

jett and i celebrated our four month anniversary last week. you might think 'rebound' but he is far from that.

he was the one that told me that vinnie had sex with faith. he thought that 'bro code doesn't exist if he fucks up like that'.

he would spend the night at my house, rubbing my back to calm down my sobs. making me laugh at any time and any place.

as time progressed, so did our feelings. we never would've expected to be together but life happens i suppose.

as far as i know, vinnie cheated once. but that was one too many times. i don't know when or where it happened and i don't care.

my phone starts ringing 'jett❤️' is being shown on my screen. smile and answer the phone.

"hey baby, um how are you?" he asks sounding concerned.

"uh fine? why?" i ask, confused by his question and tone.

'"have you seen twitter?" he sighs. i furrow my eyebrows while mumbling a confused "no."

"i'll call you after i check it out," i hang up not allowing him to respond.

i open twitter and check whats trending. my eyes widen when i see 'y/n cheated on vinnie hacker with jett ashford' as #1 on trending.

huh?

i click on it, seeing a post of vinnie liking a tweet about someone accusing me of cheating.

my dm's being flooded with his fangirls saying 'cheater' or 'kys'

vinnie is one dumb motherfucker.

@y/n.y/l/n tweeted

i'm going live in a few minutes to explain the whole thing. the hate needs to stop.

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"hello welcome everyone," i greet, biting my lip anxiously.

'homie hopper'

'downgrade😭'

'told y'all she's a hoe'

"you know what, i'm not gonna wait for people to join," i smile in frustration.

"let me just clear the whole thing, i did not cheat on vinnie with jett. i didn't cheat at all," i sigh, trying to calm down.

"vinnie lied, and if you want proof..." i stand up to grab the letter he gave me, not noticing that vinnie and the entire hype house house joined the live.

90k people joined the live

i walk back towards my phone with the letter in my hand. "this. this letter vinnie gave to me pouring out his emotions," i hold up the folded letter.

"i will not read the whole thing but i will read one small part," i unfold it and search for that one specific sentence.

"ah! 'why did i sleep with her knowing that i shouldn't have?' " i read. i check the comments seeing what they are saying.

'she's still lying, the paper is probably blank'

'still don't believe you'

"y'all don't believe me?" i raise an eyebrow. i see that nailea and jett are watching the live so i speak, "nai please join the live for more confirmation." i accept her request.

"hey," nai smiles when she joins. "hey. now please explain the whole thing, because i don't even know it, only you and jett." she nods.

"so i went to hype because i needed to talk to vinnie about something to get you for the anniversary that your mom passed away," she starts and i nod.

"so i went there and long story short he was fucking someone, i will not get into details but i'll just say that they were doing it," i lick the inside of my cheek, wanting to ignore the fury i'm currently feeling.

"he saw me and begged me not to tell you, he was crying and shit. it was kinda embarrassing," she mumbles the last part.

"so i left and told jett, just to see if he knew about it. turns out he didn't and i'm pretty sure that's when he told you," i nod in response.

"yes, he told me. jett was there for me the entire time that i was in my room locked up thinking about what i did wrong. we started getting closer and eventually started dating, no he's not a rebound so i don't wanna hear it."

"jett and i just had our four month anniversary last week, and three months before that, i received this letter from vinnie via mail," i hold up the letter.

"vinnie, i hope you're watching this and if you're not, then tiktokroom will post this. don't send me a letter talking about bullshit then lie to your own damn fans saying that i cheated on you. you wrote on this piece of paper saying that you felt betrayed that i got with jett," i pause to take a deep breath.

"well guess what, i felt betrayed that you slept with her the same week that marked three years that my fucking mom died," i'm not sad, i'm more pissed.

"so i'm sorry if what you wanted was sex but i was mourning the loss of my mom while you were having sex with someone that wasn't me."

'damn vinnie'

'we love you y/n'

'it happened months ago why do you still care 💀'

"believe me or not, i don't care. but i know the truth and so does everyone else that i know. vinnie you are not forgiven and you'll never be. fuck you," and with that i end the live.

"it's gonna be okay," i hear my boyfriend speak from behind me. i turn around and smile at him, not questioning how he got in.

"i know it will, i just don't know what he was thinking," i sigh. he grabs my arm, making me stand up and wraps his arms around my waist.

i smile and wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him back. "i love you," he whispers.

butterflies... wait what?

"i-it's okay if you don't feel the same way, i j-just wanted to get it off my chest," he looks down, anxiously waiting for me to respond.

i smile and connect out lips, he immediately kisses back. his tense body relaxing to my touch.

i pull away, heat rising towards my cheeks at the way he's staring at me, like the only girl in the world.

i love him

"i love you too," he smiles brightly, showing his pearly white teeth.

"i. love. you." he pecks my lips repeatedly after each word, causing me to giggle.

our moment is cut short when my phone starts blowing up. "it's gonna be about him just watch," i release a humorless chuckle.

i smile at him before unwrapping my arms and grabbing my phone.

@tiktokroom tweeted

looks like #vinniehacker account got banned on all platforms, including his twitch account after seemingly lying about his ex-girlfriend #y/n.y/l/n cheating on him with his best friend #jettashford. thoughts? ☕️👀

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vinnie's pov:

"vinnie what the fuck!" thomas yells at me. i run my fingers through my hair. i can't log into any of my accounts.

"i don't know okay! i was just so fucking pissed!" i yell back.

"boohoo your ex moved on, deal with it! get this fixed or you're out of the house!" he threatens.

"you can't do that!" i stand up. "yes i can, you wanna know why? 'cause i own this fucking house. i made this for content, and if you can't do that, then you have no place here," he mutters, looking straight into my eyes clenching is jaw.

he gives me one last look before storming out of my room.

"damn your fans really turned on you," nikita teases. i look at her with a 'not now' look.

"oop- sorry," she walks out.

i take a breath of frustration.  "why do i have to be so stupid."

"i don't know, you tell me," i hear a soft spoken voice that i've been wanting to hear for months.

i turn around and my jaw almost drops at the sight in front of me. she is actually standing a few feet away from me looking so effortlessly beautiful.

oh how bad i want to sweep her off her feet and shower her with kisses telling her how much i love her.

"y-y/n? what are you doing here?"

"we haven't talked in months and the most recent thing i've heard about you on the internet is how you said i cheated on you," she steps towards me but stops once she's about five feet away from me and crosses her arms.

"i'm sorry," i say so quietly she can barely hear me.

"for what exactly?" her eyebrow raises, waiting for my pathetic answer.

"for everything. for cheating on you, for making up lies about you, for hurting you, and for ruining the best thing i ever had," i look into her eyes. the same eyes i fell in love with. i still have hope that she has the least bit of love for me. but she's with him.

"vinnie.. i forgive you, i do."

my eyes soften at her words.

"i still love you," i blurt out, but not regretting saying it.

"vinnie.."

"no please let me talk. i fucking love you, more than anything or anyone in this world. i am so damn sorry that i cheated, i have never regretted anything as much as i regret that. you have no idea how much it pains me to see all the pictures of you and jett on social media. or seeing comments on my posts about how happy you look and it's not with me. it hurts that i can't pick you up and kiss you or even hug you. i hate myself for hurting you, i hate myself for all the struggles i put you through, i love you and i strongly believe that somewhere in your kind heart you still love me even if you don't want to admit it," unwanted tears start slipping out.

every. single. word. i said, i meant it. i love this woman, i want to have kids with her, i want her to be my wife, i just want her to be mine again no matter what it takes.

she closes her eyes to fight back tears.

"vi-nnie," her voice cracks slightly.

"i will always love you-" my eyes go from upset to hopeful.

"-but, you had your chance and there is no going back," my mouth opens a little and more tears start falling out.

"what we had was beautiful, but that's in the past now. you have to move on like me. find another person to want to have kids with, another person to call your yours, find another person for you to love and another person that you'll want to marry," her words are heartbreaking, i don't want anyone except her.

"i don't want anyone but you," i hiccup. how could she tell me to move on?

"i'm sorry vinnie, but you have to move on," is the last thing she says before walking away leaving me there. heartbroken, sobbing uncontrollably. my heart is physically in pain from her heartbreaking words. how can she think i want someone else?

"i love you and i'm proud of you baby," i hear, jett? say from the hallway.

please don't say it

"i love you too," she whispers back making me cry even harder.

author's note: feedback is very much appreciated <3

[livingstonegordo]

Operation Idiots in Love

Bobby

"Okay, that's it." Hen sighed as she watched Buck run up the stairs and out the front door. "I can't take it anymore. We have gotta get them together."

"Get who together?" Bobby asked, sipping a ginger ale.

"Those two idiots who are so far up each other's asses they can't see how in love with each other they are!" she exclaimed, gesturing to where Buck disappeared too.

Chimney was nodding enthusiastically as he listened to Hen. "He's literally abandoning us because Eddie called and said he broke up with the teacher!" He threw his arms up in the air, dangerously sloshing his own drink.

"Maybe we shouldn't meddle in their personal lives, guys," Bobby admonished lightly. "If Buck and Eddie are going to actually take the leap they need to do it on their own."

"Bobby, this is a family, and family meddles in each other's personal lives." Athena gently smacked his arm for emphasis. "Not to mention they're both so oblivious it could take 20 more years before they get it together." There were laughs and murmurs of agreement from their group.

Bobby and Athena had planned a small baby shower for Maddie and Chimney, not wanting to host too many people during a pandemic, but wanting to celebrate with their chosen family. It was just them, Hen and Karen, Buck and Albert, and of course Chimney and Maddie. Eddie had been invited but had back to back appointments for Christopher and was supposed to have lunch with Ms. Flores. They'd gotten through presents, cake, and some games and were mostly just hanging around and chatting in groups when Eddie called Buck to report that, for whatever reason, he and Ana had decided to call it quits. Buck had been sprinting up the stairs before Eddie had even stopped to take a breath.

"Whose personal life are we meddling in?" Maddie asked as she made her way over to them, leaving Karen looking bewildered with a very enthusiastically gesturing Albert.

"Buck and Eddie's," Chimney said, leaning over to kiss Maddie on the cheek when she gracelessly plopped next to him on the couch. "We can't take it anymore. They obviously need a push, just to get the ball rolling."

"I wholly agree," Maddie said. "They're never gonna get there on their own." She was slowly rubbing a circle on her stomach.

"We'll need to plan it out carefully," Hen said. "Maybe we should schedule something where we can get together and brainstorm."

"I'll make a group chat now." Athena set her drink down on a coaster on the coffee table and pulled out her phone.

"We should come up with a code name," Maddie said. "We don't want them knowing we're talking about them."

Grinning, Chim said, "Operation Just Admit It Already."

Hen snickered. "Operation No Homo."

"Excuse me?" Karen said walking up.

"Operation We Can't Stand the Sexual Tension Any Longer." At that Maddie shook her head then lightly pushed Chim.

Hen quietly explained what they were up to to her wife (who looked more and more gleeful with every word) while they all got a text from Athena who had finished creating their group chat. Bobby looked at his phone, a little dismayed to be included in it, but he smiled when he saw the name of the group chat.

"That's perfect, Athena." Maddie smiled. "It's not exactly discreet but they're so oblivious they would never think it's about them."

"Bobby called them that the other night, I thought it was fitting."

"We should include Carla! She'll be so angry if we don't. She likes to gossip about them with Maddie!" Chimney said.

"We do not gossip about my brother. We simply vent about how dumb they are." Hen and Karen laughed while Chimney rolled his eyes.

Bobby sighed, sure all future down time was going to be spent on this.

Operation Idiots in Love.

---

Maddie

The next day Maddie had some time, so she called Carla to explain what they were up to and she asked immediately to be added to the group chat.

"I've been watching those two dance around each other for years. It is high time they get it together."

"Oh I know!" Maddie exclaimed. She was sitting at the table with a cup of tea, wishing it was a second cup of coffee. "I met Eddie and Chimney at the same time and I said to Buck that day ‘he's cute’ meaning Chim, but Buck immediately responded with ‘he gets that a lot, you should see his son’ cause, you know, Eddie is always on his mind. Even back then." She shook her head even though Carla wouldn't be able to see it.

"They've both been through so much, before they met and after. I just want to see my two boys happy."

"And Christopher will be okay with it, right?" Maddie, who was always on the verge of tears these days, fought to keep herself from crying.

"Honey, Christopher has told me at least 4 times that he wants his dad to marry Buck, so that Buck can be around all the time!"

"He has?" Maddie asked, losing the battle with her tear ducts.

"That boy loves our Buckaroo so much,” Carla said, and Maddie could hear the smile in her voice.

"Buck loves him so much, too," she said, sniffling. "Okay I will add you to the group chat. But I am warning you now you might want to keep it muted. Chim and Hen have been blowing it up all morning."

After hanging up with Carla, Maddie had a stern talk with her tears ducts -we cannot cry over everything for the rest of this pregnancy!- downed her tea and quickly got ready for work. She'd downgraded to only working part time as her pregnancy progressed. Since this was a geriatric pregnancy (God, did Maddie hate that word) she knew she and the baby were at a higher risk and wanted to make sure she wasn't over exerting herself- not to mention the fact that she cried a lot easier these days. And when you're a 911 operator crying is not beneficial to the people who really need her help. When she got to the call center she saw May and Linda already on the phones and Josh standing with another operator named Cheryl. She quickly made her way to the locker room to stow her bag, stopped for more tea from the break room and settled in at her desk. It was an hour later when she got some inspiration from a call. The caller was a young woman, Daisy, who was on a first date at a small vegan restaurant, and her date, Cara, had been hit by a car while crossing the street after lunch- nothing serious just a broken leg, though, from the sounds of the scene, the driver was under the influence. She dispatched a squad car and EMS to the scene and waited with Daisy who was on the verge of a panic attack. Maddie was able to keep her calm by giving her clear directions on how to help her date, and reminding her to breath. Daisy had the phone on speakerphone, laying on the pavement next to Cara’s head and when the paramedics arrived Daisy let out a sob. “They’re here! Maddie, the paramedics are here!”

“Good. I may be a little biased, but the 118 is the best firehouse in the city and they will take excellent care of Cara.”

“Playing favorites, Mads?” she heard Chimney say followed by the smack of his chewing gum. “Guess I can’t really blame you. Alright, Miss, can you tell me your name?”

“Cara,” she said weakly. Daisy must have picked up her phone and turned off speaker phone because Chimney’s voice became quieter as he continued to assess Cara’s injuries.

“They know you?” Daisy asked.

“They do.” Maddie smiled. “We’re family.”

When Daisy disconnected the call, Maddie quickly wrote down the name of the vegan restaurant knowing that her brother would love it.

---

Hen

In the week since they started this group chat Hen and Chimney had been tossing out plenty of outlandish and silly plots to get the boys together, but she knew none of them would actually work. Maddie was working on something involving a restaurant but so far nothing had happened. They needed something so rational and normal that Buck and Eddie wouldn’t even question it. They needed a new tactic so she opened up Operation Idiots In Love and sent off a message.

When did you first realize? >Hen

Chimney< When Buck completely lost it when Eddie was trapped underground

Chimney< dude was clawing at the mud with his bare hands WAILING

Karen< Christmas 2019 he organized that whole dinner so Christopher could spend Christmas with his dad!

Carla< Xmas 2019 for me as well

Athena< When Bobby called Eddie after he stole Chimney’s phone and was nearly arrested.

Karen< Does that mean Bobby knew before then?

Karen< The first time Hen mentioned it to me was when Buck arranged for Christopher to spend the day at the firehouse. Is that when you knew, babe?

Chimney< 🤮 babe

That was the day I called it. The way that Eddie looked at Buck that day nearly knocked me over >Hen

👊🏾👀⚠️>Hen

Maddie< I think I knew for sure after the tsunami. Buck called me, completely wrecked because he didn’t know how to tell Eddie they were there.

Chimney< 🪓💪😙

Chimney< What about you cap?

Bobby< The tsunami was when I couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Bobby< No one else saw them after they took that live round out of the guy’s leg in the back of the ambulance. My gut knew then.

Maddie< Wasn’t that Eddie’s first week at the 118????

Chimney< IT WAS!

Bobby< I don’t think they were in love then. But I knew they would end up here.

Bobby< Buck was actually flustered when Eddie complimented him.

“Flustered!” Karen exclaimed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Buck flustered.” Hen gazed down at her wife who was laying across the couch with her head in Hen’s lap. Hen had been absentmindedly playing with Karen’s hair (which Karen loved) and had a few strands wrapped around her knuckles.

Chimney< You know that Eddie got under Buck’s skin that very first day

Chimney< If Buck hadnt been so wrapped up in Abby back then things would be so much easier now

Athena< I hate to say our Buck needed his heart broken, but the heartbreak from Abby certainly helped him get to where he is today.

Athena< We got front row seats to Buck maturing these past few years.

Buck 3.0 🙈🤣🙄 >Hen

Carla< He really has come so far ❤🙌🏼

Maddie, how is your plan coming along? 👀 >Hen

Maddie< So I'm thinking of asking him to meet me at this new trendy vegan restaurant, but I can’t think of a good reason for standing him up and suggesting he go with Eddie 🤔

Karen< He would jump at the chance to try a new vegan restaurant! 🌱🤤

Carla< Oh he would love that, not so sure about Eddie though 🥩

Maddie< Exactly

Chimney< Hes so pretentious

Maddie< Honestly, I figured Eddie would go because Buck asked. But even if he refused Buck would probably pick just another restaurant

Maddie< I just can’t think of a plausible excuse for bailing

Maddie< Buck is too good at telling when I am lying 🤥😔

Chimney< Tell him you’re having contractions! 🤰👶

He would just rush off to the hospital, Chim > Hen

Bobby< He would just want to be at Maddie’s side

Karen< No, he would just want to be there for Maddie

Chimney< Alright, alright, hes too good of a brother for that 🙏

Chimney< 🙄🙄

Hen looked at the time and sighed. “You okay with making dinner, while I do some homework?” she asked.

“Of course, babe,” Karen said, smiling up at her. “Just give me 5 more minutes on the couch with you.”

“Anything for you,” Hen said, leaning down to kiss her wife’s forehead.

---

Chimney

Maddie was at a doctor’s appointment and Chimney, upset at not being able to go and bored at home on his own, invited Buck and Albert to go on a short hike. It was a small trail that had only just opened up after the mudslide, and while Albert was a little disappointed it wasn’t a more difficult trail he at least understood that Buck and Chimney both were hesitant to embark on a long trail with Maddie so close to her due date. The trail was fairly empty so they had taken their masks off, though Chimney was a bit weirded out by how naked he felt without it while in public. With Albert running ahead and out of earshot, Chimney decided it was a good time to ask Buck about his love life.

And naturally- he was incredibly awkward about it.

“So, Buck 3.0?”

“Yeah?”

“Is he gonna dip his toe in the dating pool anytime soon?”

Buck let out a huff of breath, looking down at his feet. “Buck 3.0 is about letting go of the past, but honestly? I still don’t think that I’m really in the right headspace to be dating now. Therapy is helping, but it’s not an overnight process. It’s a lot of work letting go of nearly 30 years of low self esteem and abandonment issues.”

“You’ll get there,” Chim said, clapping Buck on the back. “You’re honestly one of the best people ever, Buck.” Buck looked over at him with a single raised eyebrow. “I will deny it if you tell anyone.” He pointed a finger a Buck for emphasis. “But you are my favorite brother.”

Buck’s face cracked into a brilliant smile and he put his hands over his heart. “Oh, Chim, do you mean it? Really and truly??”

Chimney laughed and gave Buck a shove. “I hope it echoes in your ears for the rest of your life because I’m never repeating it.”

“It’s okay. I’m Albert’s favorite brother too.”

“You are not!”

“And Albert has no problems telling me every time I wash his clothes.”

“You wash his clothes for him! Buck, never, ever give Albert anything he will never be able to take care of himself!”

“I don’t mind the laundry, so I don’t make a big deal about it. I do Eddie’s laundry sometimes too.”

“You do Eddie’s laundry?” Chimney asked, eyebrows raised high above his aviator sunglasses.

“Eddie hates doing laundry, and I mean hates. I’ve been over there while he was switching loads and he was grumbling under his breath the entire time. So sometimes if Eddie lets it pile up for too long I’ll do a couple loads while I’m there.”

“You do Eddie’s laundry?” Chim asked again, eyebrows still raised high. It was actually getting a little painful, so he let them relax and come back down. He couldn’t believe this. How domestic. He was definitely telling that to the group chat.

“Yeah, man, it’s not a big deal. Laundry helps my brain calm down. I focus on the clothes and not on all the negative shit running around up here.” He tapped his temple with his first finger, looking down at his feet again.

There was a couple jogging towards them so the conversation stalled while Chimney and Buck pulled out their masks and put them on.

They were quiet as the couple passed them, nodding in greeting and continuing on their way. When Chimney pulled his mask back off he asked, “So what happened with Eddie and the teacher?”

Buck looked over at him, eyebrows raised again as he tucked his mask into his pocket. “He didn’t really say,” Buck answered.

“He didn’t?” Chim asked. “Doesn’t he, like, tell you everything?”

“Usually. But you know Eddie. He processes things on his own time, and when he’s ready he talks about it. All he would say was that she is the one who ended it and that he wasn’t really that bothered because it was just casual and now he doesn’t have to talk to Christopher about him dating.”

“Christopher would be okay with him dating, though, right?”

“I think he would,” Buck answered. “He is legitimately the best kid I have ever met, and he wants his dad to be happy.” Buck looked at his feet here and Chimney noticed his cheeks were a little more red than before. “Chris told me once he wants his dad to date me.” He chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck.

Chimney knew this already, because Maddie had told him what Carla said. He was very interested in how red Buck was turning though, another thing to report to the group chat. “Christopher wants you to date his dad?”

"If I date his dad then we can hang out all the time."

"You would love that." Chimney gave Buck a little shove. "Well all know Christopher is your favorite person in the entire world."

"He is," Buck agreed. He shoved Chimney back a little harder so that Chimney veered off the trail briefly. "He's better than you lot by miles."

They were quiet for a moment and Chimney debated whether or not he should ask. In the end his mouth won and he asked, "Would you?" Buck glanced over at Chimney but didn't say anything. "Date Eddie?" he clarified.

Buck turned an alarming shade of red and opened his mouth to respond when they heard Albert call to them.

"What are you two doing?" He was running towards them, sweaty and grinning. "I made it to the end of the trail and halfway back! Pick up your pace!!"

Buck grinned and took off running. Chimney took out his phone and started texting.

---

Athena

May was working, Bobby had run out to the store, and Harry was still staying with Michael so Athena found herself with a rare, quiet evening. She poured herself a glass of wine and headed to the table on the back patio. The Operation Idiots in Love chat she had started had been pretty active that day but Athena hadn’t had the chance to look through it until now. When she was all caught up with Chimney’s discussion with Buck and everyone’s reactions she sent off a “Sounds like they’re already dating…” and placed her phone face down on the table.

Over the years she had come to think of Buck as her step son of sorts and after seeing his heart break so many times, she just wanted him to finally be happy. Athena wasn’t one to believe that a person needed to be in a relationship in order to be happy, but the only time she had seen Buck looking genuinely content and happy was when he was around Eddie.

Plus she had been a cop for 30 years. She was an expert on picking up on the things left unsaid. She had no doubt that both of them wanted something more, but they were both too terrified of being rejected by the person they depend on the most.

Maddie’s plan was half cooked, at least, and Athena didn’t think that it would really work the way that they wanted it to - and not just because Eddie refused to eat vegan.

She was contemplating possible plans when Bobby returned. He dropped the groceries in the kitchen and came outside, hands falling on Athena’s shoulders and dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

“You’re radiating your Sergeant Grant energy,” he said as he pulled out the chair next to her. She just raised her patented Athena Eyebrow at him. “Lay it on me.” Bobby waved a hand between them. “What are you planning?”

“Nothing yet. Just thinking about what could work.”

“For Buck and Eddie?” “Mhmm.” Athena sipped her wine.

“You don’t think they need to get together in their own time? What if whatever ‘Operation’ we all come up with backfires and ruins their relationship?” The air quotes around ‘operation’ were very clear in his tone.

“I think that their relationship, as it is, is strong enough to withstand any sort of awkwardness that we may create if it backfires.” Bobby still looked skeptical. “Look, Buck and Eddie have both been burned in the past. And now they have essentially built their entire lives on top of each other. Co-dependant is how most people would think of it. They’re both terrified of losing each other so neither one of them will ever make the first move. They just need a little nudge. Something to get them both open their damn eyes and look at each other.”

“Okay,” Bobby said, nodding. “We need to keep Chimney and Hen reined in though. They seem to be a little too invested in this.”

“Agreed.”

“How about we have them over for dinner? Just the two of them and the two of us.”

“Mmm a double date?” Athena gave a second, totally different, patented Athena Eyebrow.

“That’s the goal isn’t it?” Bobby stood up pulling out his phone. “I’ll text them.”

“Have it be next Friday,” Athena called. “May will be working late that day.”

“Alright.” Bobby disappeared inside the house and Athena turned back to her wine. She picked up her own phone to text Hen and Michael about the three boys - Harry, Denny, and Christopher - having a much needed sleepover. Harry had been missing his friends since the pandemic started, and if it was just a small group Athena didn’t think they would have to worry too much.

Twenty minutes later Michael was added to Operation Idiots in Love and Athena was texting Eddie to see if Christopher could sleepover Michael’s next Friday.

[adonis-koo]

to the moon and back

Summary: Sometimes the distance in relationships really does make a strain and sometimes...it can really make quite the experience, at least in your experience with your boyfriend who only lives half way across the world...

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader, theres like,,,implied Taehyung/Reader if you really squint

Genre: angst, smut,

Word Count: 6.4k

Tags: long distance relationship that I accidentally projected way too much of my own personal experience into 😃, Jungkook just really loves MC, skype sex, I am sorry, mutual masturbation, a little praise kink, Jungkook says baby in korean a lot and once again I am sorry, sex toys, a lil overstim, nothing too crazy tbh, dirty talk, dom!jungkook and sub!MC 🤑

Note: I missed ldr!Jungkook and MC which is based off this sorta imagine I did for them! So I cured it by writing a lil bit about them!! :)

“Hey Jungkook…” 

The said man in question suddenly perked up from where he had been looking down, half his hair tied up and he was rubbing his eyes, he looked tired these days and sometimes you couldn’t help but feel bad. Long distance relationships weren’t always what they were cracked up to be and it wasn’t like you were intentionally looking for a ball and chain at the time...

But well, it was a long night, you were slightly drunk and in a long dry spell so you thought, what the hell? When you signed up for a sub/dom dating website. Again, your intentions weren’t to actually date someone, you were just slightly drunk and horny, and waking up the morning after your phone had been blown up by your now boyfriend. It was innocent at first, you both had a good laugh (to somewhat of your embarrassment) about the whole drunk thing and you were just curious to get to know him. 

It was from there you had learned he lived halfway across the planet in South Korea and not only this but when you began exchanging photos he was by far the most beautiful man you had ever seen. One thing led to another and eventually you both decided to make it official. 

You were used to this of course, you had never actually met him in person and sometimes you felt a little apprehensive to do so, you knew it would hurt Jungkook severely if he ever found out but still...sometimes it felt like you just didn’t know him as much as you wanted too. 

Time zones were a literal hell, by the time you woke up he was getting ready to sleep and most the time texts weren’t sent until the next day, video calls were rare and usually had to wait until the weekend. It sucked. 

Jungkook, if anything, had been trying to convince you to at least fly out to see him, he even offered to pay for your ticket as he was- ahem- apparently in the chain of business for a really well known exports corporation and was a supervisor so he lived very well off in comparison to yourself, who was still in college and buried in debt with little to no money left outside of the expenses of living. 

But again, you were just...nervous...flying by yourself, to a country you had never been too, to meet a man you had never met...You knew realistically everything would be fine, Jungkook was exactly who he said he was, he wasn’t some criminal that was going to murder you and sell your body parts on the black market but…! You just wanted to be safe! To be careful even if that would never happen. 

“Hm?” Jungkook hummed, it was a late saturday night for him but he always stayed up just for you, just to be able to talk to you, to see your face, even if you went hours not talking to one another while he worked and you studied. He told you he just enjoyed looking over at his monitor and seeing you.

Currently you had been curled up on your pillow scrolling on your phone and occasionally admiring your boyfriend’s side profile and strands of hair long hair that fell from his face, “Why did you learn English?”

Jungkook raised his brow a little before suddenly laughing causing you to shift a little in embarrassment feeling as though you had said something dumb, “Well,” He rasped a little, he had been brushing up on his english ever since you started dating but he was also a little self conscious of his accent despite you saying several times over how much you adored it, “English is mandatory to learn in school but I learned extensively due to my family traveling a lot for business and work. I once spent a whole year in New York when my father was employed overseas, that was actually how I became so fluent, classes are fine but experience always teaches best in my opinion....” Jungkook’s lips curled into a smile as he hummed once more, “Which means your studies in Korean would be easier if you visited…” 

Flustered you rolled onto your back as you pressed your pillow against your face, “Jungkook…!” You whined wiggling in your best as you heard his laugh filter through the speaker, “I need you know I really need to stay and study for my finals, it makes up for over forty percent of my grade!” 

“Not even for winter break?” Jungkook let his lips jut into a pout as he laid his chin against his hand, “Jagi I have a bed that’s way too big to sleep in all by myself, are you gonna make me downgrade?” He sighed dramatically as he fell back in his computer chair pulling his hair tie out as his hair fell at his cheeks as he began to fix it. 

You ignored the heat immediately flushing between your legs at the deep rasp of his voice, “My mom’s expecting me to come home to visit for the holidays Koo…” You frowned as you peeped out from behind your pillow to find the massive pout on your boyfriend's face as he sunk in his seat. 

“Sometimes I think you’re just embarrassed to tell people we’re in a relationship,” Jungkook mumbled as he sat up in his seat, running his fingers through his hair as he sulked, obviously trying not to let your rejection make him upset but even through a screen you could always read his moods, sometimes too easily. 

“That is not true!” Your voice was immediately serious as you sat up, fixing your laptop as you set it in front of you, Jungkook was once more slouched in his seat, his hand resting on his cheek as he looked away from the screen, “That is not true Jungkook, I-...” You sighed, “I can’t just drop all my responsibilities here to visit you, you know this, you know hard I’ve been studying for finals and how much my family has been wanting to see me…” 

Jungkook didn’t reply for a moment but you could’ve sworn you heard something akin to a scoff escape his lips, “But you still haven’t told your family...have you?” 

“I haven’t had the chance…” You were immediately trying to defend your reasoning when deep down you felt bad that well...he was right...to a degree, but what were you supposed to tell you family? You met your boyfriend on an offshoot website based around sexual play and not only this but he lived half way around the world. 

“You talk to your mom on the phone weekly Y/n,” The longer Jungkook looked away from the screen the more upset he was getting and you could tell and yet you felt so helpless, it wasn’t like you could just reach over and grab his face, or simply hug him and apologize. Once again, you found yourself at a loss of what to do or say. 

It wasn’t that you wished you hadn’t met Jungkook, you’d never in your life change that night, but sometimes you wished things weren’t so complicated and that your fears wouldn’t get the best of you. And you did speak some truth, even if you weren’t nervous to meet Jungkook in person, it didn’t change the fact that you wouldn’t be able to go now with finals approaching and your family expecting you for the holidays.

“I’m just,” Jungkook inhaled sharply before letting out a sigh, “I just feel so frustrated sometimes, I want to be with you, not part time, half time, or only at night. I want to wake up with you in my arms every single day. And I can’t do that, hell I can’t even get a phone call during the week let alone a text at the same time of day if I’m lucky. We just had a work party where everyone brought their partners and I couldn’t bring mine because she lives in America.” 

His upset was beginning to make you upset, it felt like your gut was being grinded and it wrenched in an unpleasant feeling as you spoke, “Look I’m sorry okay? I can’t help it that this is where I live, I understand you want to be with me, you don’t think I want the same thing?” You put your hand on your chest, trying to keep your voice level as you swallowed harshly, “But right now, I can’t help it Jungkook. The holidays just aren’t a good time right now…” 

“Then what was the excuse during the end of the summer when you weren’t even in school and your parents didn’t want to see you?” Jungkook replied, his jaw clenched and hurt in his eyes as he questioned you, “Or was it still because you were sick in the middle of july?” 

“I just met you!” You cried out now beginning to feel genuinely hurt at your boyfriend questioning the sincerity of your feelings, “I wasn’t going to fly out to Korea to meet someone I had only been talking to for three weeks! Jungkook this is-” 

“I’m not embarrassed to be with you! God, that is literally the last thing on my mind right now! I’m embarrassed at the way we met, I’m embarrassed that I- I somehow have to explain to my family that my boyfriend lives in South Korea and that I’ve never met him and somehow explain to them that you aren’t some serial rapist or human trafficker out to sell my kidney! Because that’s exactly what I’m going to hear! And I’m sorry I just haven’t been ready to deal with that!” You couldn’t even stop the tears from flowing down your face as you pressed your hands to your eyes, “It’s easy for you to talk about us because you’re an adult who lives debt free by himself in his own apartment with your own secure job and you don’t have to answer or deal with anyone, even your own parents! That’s not how it is for me Jungkook.” 

Your head was lowered as you tried to muffle your sobs that was the only thing that filled the loud silence that filtered the air, running your hands through your hair as you took a breath. You could hear a sigh on the other side before Jungkook spoke, “Y/n…” 

“You know what,” You sniffled as you straightened up, “I’m not in the mood to talk anymore,” 

“Y/n! No! Jagi listen-” 

“No I’m done!” You argued back as you wiped your face with the sleeve of your hoody, “I don’t want to talk to you right now. Goodnight.” You clicked the end call button before closing down your laptop. Sitting now, staring at your distinct reflection on the black screen before bursting into a new set of tears. 

Your phone’s ringtone was immediately set off as you sobbed, picking it up as you harshly punched the decline call button before it quickly popped back up on the screen only for you to press it even more vehemently. Your phone lit up several times being flooded with messages from Jungkook trying to convince you to talk to him but you immediately turned off your phone as you collapsed back against your bed, weeping against your pillow as you tried to ignore the pure hurt that filtered your veins despite it being justified. 

God you shouldn’t have even said any of that to Jungkook! Really it was your fault you hadn’t seen him, you had made excuses all because you were just scared. He was probably going to break up with you now...Squeezing your pillow tight you closed your eyes as you muffled your sobs. 

“Girl why are you staring at your phone?” Lisa sighed in exasperation, “Don’t tell me…Oh shit…” She sighed as she watched your eyes begin to pitfully water, “What was it this time?” 

“I’m a horrible person be-because I can’t just fucking suck it up and tell my family about my boyfriend and- and I can’t just go visit him!” You were already wiping your eyes despite not even crying yet and you refused to ruin your mascara in a public store. The bookstore was quiet as ever and the barista who worked the cafe was still sorting magazines out on the rack not even paying attention to you both but still you had to keep up your ideals or else you’d be crying all the time. 

“You are not a horrible person oh my god!” Lisa raised her brows before scoffing, she pointed a long acrylic nail at you as she spoke, “That boy needs to calm his hormones, you are strapped for the rest of the holidays. Y/n! Come on, seriously you need to draw some boundaries with him! Just be honest and it’s going to save you both a lot of trouble.” 

You sunk in your seat as your lips began to tremble making Lisa sigh, “How many messages did he send this time?” 

“Twenty four.” You mumbled. 

“Jesus Christ.” Lisa groaned as she pressed her hand against her forehead, her bangs which had been melded together with hairspray not even moving an inch, “What even started this fight!?” 

Lisa was not only your closest friend but most times she was also your voice of reason which you knew was most times right but still you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as you twirled your straw that poked through the lid of your iced coffee, “Well it was innocent at first, I just asked him why he learned English when he was younger and it translated into him saying experience taught him best which meant going to Korea would help me with my own language studies.” 

“Why can’t you just be honest with him!? Seriously! Y/n!” She gave you her premium disappointed look as you whined, kicking your feet as you covered your hands over your face knowing she was right, but!

“That would literally crush him!” You replied feeling defeated as you slumped in your seat once more, sighing as sadness filled you, “It feels like…” You poked your tongue into your cheek as you exhaled in frustration, “No matter how hard I try, I just always end up hurting him. Jungkook would be so hurt if he knew my main reason for not wanting to see him.” 

Lisa raised her brows as she scoffed, “No he would not! If he’s so desperate to jump on your pussy he’ll come to America and not only meet you but he’ll be meeting me as well the first time. This relationship is a two way street Y/n-” 

“He has a whole team he’s managing Lisa, he’s told me he’d visit if he could schedule the time off but-” 

“All I hear is an excuse,” Lisa clacked her tongue, “Fair is fair, you’re just being cautious as anyone should be when they’re talking to someone over the internet,” She curved a brow before snorting as she sipped her drink, “Now listen, do I think he’s a kidnapper that’s gonna kill you? No. Do I think he’s a fuckboy that just really wants to smash you? Maybe, it’s your relationship. Do what you want but regardless of whether your reasoning is legit he should respect it regardless.” 

You deflated as you sighed, scrolling through his messages where he had profusely apologized several times and went on to explain that he just really wanted to be with you and never meant to dismiss your feelings on the matter. You hadn’t replied yet which made you feel even worse but truthfully, you just really wanted to talk to see him tonight on a video call and talk things over. 

“Anyways, it’s time to boss up bitch,” Lisa pulled out the three textbooks from her bag before dropping them on the table as she offered a smile, “We got finals to prep for, we’re in the two week countdown so we need to cram as much as possible.” 

Sighing you glanced down at your phone one last time before turning it off knowing the temptation to look over Jungkook’s messages would be too tempting. Putting your phone away you pulled out your notebook along with your own textbooks as you nodded, “You’re right, it’ll at least take my mind off of it…” 

You could only hope. 

You had spent the last ten minutes trying to gas yourself up, Jungkook had stopped texting around lunch time having obviously given up and giving you space as this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened and he knew if he just gave you time you’d eventually reach out to him. 

Like right now, except you felt severely embarrassed for your actions this morning and you knew you could have handled things in a better and more mature way then you had, regardless you were struggling to even send a text at the moment let alone video call him...Checking the clock on your phone you sighed, it was already 1pm in Seoul....

Jungkook if anything was probably on his computer sulking while playing video games as he usually did on his weekends off when he wasn’t talking to you. Sucking in a breath you knew you needed to talk to him now because if you didn’t you’d have to go the whole week with stale texts that never went over well and you weren’t working with much to begin with, you didn’t want to make it worse. Sighing, you sat down on your bed as you began to type.

[10:25]

‘I’m sorry I haven’t replied to any of your messages :( can you video right now?’

You chewed on your lip anxiety immediately spiking in your head as you wondered if you came across too much like a victim...Or maybe you should’ve just not mentioned the not replying to his messages and just asked if- 

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of the skype call sounding with Jungkook’s name under it, grabbing your chest you collapsed onto the bed as you made yourself comfortable, shying away from the camera as you grabbed your pillow in insecurity before accepting the call. 

“I really am sorry Jagi,” You couldn’t even open your mouth before Jungkook’s worried expression showed up on your laptop, the hoodie covering his head and just as you expected his puppy like eyes were glossed and filled with sadness, “I- I didn’t realize how much stress you were under and I shouldn’t have been so careless. This is the only time during the week that I get to see you and I really don’t want to argue…” 

You curled up against your pillow as you mumbled, “I should be the one apologizing, I know how much it means to you for us to be able to see each other in person and I need to make the time for us to be able to do that it’s just…” You had meant to tell him the truth but- “I just have a lot going on right now but I didn’t mean to take that out on you, I know you just want us to be together...” 

“Oh jagiya,” Jungkook sighed, longing filled his face and his fingers twitched a little as they ran through his hair as if wishing he could just hold you close to him, “It’s okay, I’m just glad you wanted to talk. I didn’t want the whole week to drag by without being able to talk to you, you know you always make my day better…” 

And just like that your chest blossomed with warmth as you curled up, hiding the smile that began to creep on your lips as you squeezed your pillow, “Not as much as you make my day. Especially when you send those tease pictures for me right before I need to go to bed.” You would never get enough of that addictive feeling of talking to Jungkook, his smile was always infectious.

And just like that you watch, just like every other time, in amazement at the way Jungkook’s personality switches like a light, the innocent sweet smile that was once on his lips is suddenly twisted into a cocky smirk and he leans back his chair, his long hair is slightly messy but just enough to make him look truly wicked, “Oh? Is that right gongjunim? I thought you’d appreciate it?” 

Said photo in question was sent thursday night when you were prepping for bed and Jungkook had very obviously just gotten out of the shower in the mirror selfie he had sent that displayed the chiseled abdomen and broad chest and not to mention the….ahem package he was sporting beneath the thin towel that he had purposely clutched with his free hand. 

Yeah...that nearly destroyed your right hand. 

“Well I did…” You immediately coiled up, no matter how many times this happens with your boyfriend- which is nearly every weekend, you always end up getting shy despite your thighs furiously pressing together and wetness building up in your panties, “Maybe a little too much…” 

Jungkook pressed his tongue into his cheek as his smirk widened, just his stare made you press your face into the pillow as you heard his chuckle, “What? What did you do?” 

The fact that he skipped to the golden question made you whine as you kicked your feet, you could hear another laugh from him as you curled up once more, “You know…” You mumbled, feeling your face burn as you pressed it against the pillow. 

“No baby I don’t.” Jungkook pouted but his voice rasped and something about saying baby in english with that accent of his had your fingers twitching as he puffed a breath of air in cockiness as he hummed, “Why don’t you tell me hm?” 

Shifting against the bed you shook your head, “You know what I’m talking about…” 

“Do I?” Jungkook challenged as he raised a brow, his beginning to clench as he slipped into his dominant headspace, tucking his tongue into his cheek as he asked, “If you can’t use your words would you rather show me? Be a good girl and show me, yeah?” 

Your words were muffled as you replied, “I had help…” Your face felt like it was practically on fire as you rubbed your legs together as you heard him laugh, “Then be a good girl and go get it jagiya, I’ll still be here.” You gave Jungkook a good laugh as you nearly scrambled out of bed to get your bullet vibrator off it’s charger before diving back on the bed making your laptop bounce as you sat up right. 

Jungkook meanwhile had pulled off his sweatshirt and repositioned his camera to expose his lower body, the familiar sight of his plump cherry lips exposed in that forever tainted smirk as he made himself comfortable in his chair, his thighs spreading apart and the indent in his sweats showing off proudly, “Good girl kitty, now I want you to take off your clothes, all of it.” 

You wiggled in your comfy sweatshirt feeling a little shy as you began to shed your clothes, “The bra too baby,” Jungkook coaxed as he licked his lips, his cock tightening and becoming harder at the sight of your flustered, shy expression as you unhooked your bra, there was nothing more this man wanted then to suckle on your nipples that immediately hardened against the chilled air of the room. 

Jungkook’s hand found its way to his bulge as he palmed himself through his grey sweats, “Panties too baby, I know you’re shy but you need to be a good girl and take them off. And remember your words.” He added with a low growl. 

“...Yes sir.” You mumbled, feeling chilly and exposed to nothing more then the camera on your laptop and Jungkook of course before you pulled off the panties you wore, arousal sticking to the fabric that stringed before you tossed them aside, your eyes unable to stay off his hand that kept stroking his bulge. 

“Good girl,” His lips twitched into a sadistic smile, “Now spread your legs jagiya and show me what you did to that photo I sent you, every little detail baby.” You whined as you looked away from the camera, “Jagiya…” Jungkook’s voice deepened a little in warning, “Are you gonna make me get out the controller?” 

Outwardly you’d completely deny that but inwardly....The idea nearly had you frothing out the mouth, but reluctantly you did as he asked, the chilled air nipping at your exposed warm wet folds had your levels of arousal that much higher and you could hear a soft verbal moan from Jungkook as he squeezed his hand over his cock, “Shibal,” He muttered a few other words in korean that you could only half make out before he spoke once more, “You’re so fucking wet baby. Play with yourself, don’t make me wait.” 

Tenderly you slipped your hand between your thighs, flinching a little at the cold that seeped from your fingers that met in opposition to the heat radiating off your cunt, arousal met your fingertips as you dragged them up you slit before rubbing slow circles around your clit, your lips parting a little at the idea of it being his fingers doing this to you.

Jungkook let out a little scoffed laugh, licking his lips as he pulled down his sweats just enough to free his throbbing cock, a sight you’d never fully get used too and had your mouth watering at just the sight. He was much thicker then he was long but he certainly wasn’t short, the vein on the underside of his cock displayed and you could even see his tip beginning to weep as it became red, “How bad do you wish those were my fingers playing with that little clit baby? Put those fingers inside your cunt baby,lay back and use your toy to make yourself feel good for me.

Situating your laptop before you laidback, opening your legs once more as you began to transition to your subspace as you closed your eyes, imagining his fingers dragging up your inner thighs. 

Letting your eyes open you whined at the sight of lube slipping from his cock as his hand slowly pumped his shaft, his lips parted at the sight of one finger slipping inside your cunt before pulling out and adding a second finger. You could just imagine those long thick fingers filling you up while fitting up against your g-spot. 

Fumbling with your vibrator you turned it on, switching the setting to a low pattern before carefully placing it on your aching bud. You had anticipated your reaction just as you did everytime and yet every time you still jolted, your walls tightly squeezing around your fingers as a whined squeak escaped your lips. 

“Fuck princess that’s it,” Jungkook edged you on, his tongue in his cheek as his hand squeezed around his cock before he used his free hand to grab his own toy, the fleshlight that nearly always turned you into a mess, “Bet that little hole can hardly fit your own fingers let alone my big fat cock, right baby? Yeah?” 

Your thighs were twitching as pleasure was rapidly buzzing against your clit and your walls kept squeezing around your fingers as you desperately tried to reach to your g-spot in need for an orgarsm to make up for all the anxiety and stress you had been under the whole day, “Yes! Yes sir! Ah- Mmph need you! Fuck, please! Sir.” You whimpered as your hips jolted to fuck back against your fingers.

 Jungkook pushes the opening of the flashlight over his tip as he let out a soft moan, his hips fluidly began thrusting to the point your walls were so tight you could hardly move your fingers just at the idea of his cock forcing its way inside you, you just knew this mans stroke game was good and proved it every fucking time he took out that toy.

Watching his cock disappear with every thrust inside his toy as his lips parted a little wider this time, “You want this baby? You wish this was your pussy I’m fucking nice and deep?”

Your body was too excited for all of his dirty talk as you squirmed shifting the buzzing vibrator to the sweet spot of your clit as you squeaked, trying to keep yourself from being too loud as your roommate was home, “Want it! Want it so fucking bad! Please sir! Sir!”

You were embarrassingly horny and this made worked you up every single time, your hips we’re stumbled and your walls were rapidly clenching in excitement as his thick cock rocking it’s way in and out of the toy that you could just imagine was your pussy he was fucking nice and slow, making you feel his nice fat cock with every killer slow thrust.

“Oh Jagiya,” Jungkook moaned out, “Don’t tell me my kitten is already close?” He chuckled as he watched the way your body withered the way it always did when you were close, his eyes feasting on the way your pussy was stretched so delicately against your small fingers and the way your thighs clenched and your feet kicked, “Do you need to cum so soon?” 

“Please! Please! Sir! I- I don’t think I can-“ Your thighs clamped together as your lips fell open, unable to even wait for his blessing as your orgasm ripped through your body, your toes curling as little whimpers escaped you, you could hear a long moan from Jungkook as you liddedly watched his hips stumble against his flesh light, hand running through his hair while he fumbled something in Korean. 

“Baby fuuck,” Jungkook’s voice lowered as he moaned, “Cum again princess, cum for me baby I wanna hear you make those noises again for me. Keep those little fingers stuffed inside yourself.” Jungkook’s hips kept stuttering against his toy, his cock throbbing desperate as his moans became breathy at the sight of you obeying him. You were always such a good girl.

Your fingers were aching but your desire to watch him come undone was even greater as you began pushing your fingers back against your g-spot once more, feathery whines escaping you at the feeling of pain beginning to mix with pleasure at the consistent thrum of the vibrator against your clit.

“Ah! S-sir…!” You whimpered quietly as your walls suddenly clamped around your fingers once more, “I- ah! I don’t think I can…!” 

“Yes you can,” Jungkook growled his hips bucking up into his toys faster his cock throbbing and squeezing in pleasure at the sight of your arousal slipping from your soaked cunt and the sight of your tits bouncing at the way your body kept squirming, he could only imagine what it would be like fucking you tied up and left to his mercy, “And you will,” He snapped with command, “You’re gonna be a good girl and cum for me again princess. I wasn’t fucking asking.” 

Your legs immediately twitched and your breath hitched as you cried out, your back arching at the way your body listened to him so easily on command, your walls tightening around your fingers rapidly and pleasure seered into your clit as the orgasm roughly filled your body, “Ah Jungkook! Fuck, fuck, fuck…! Fuck! Ooh!” Moans escaped you louder then you intended as your hips desperately fucked into your fingers to ride the powerful orgasm you experienced.

Jungkook moaned softly as his hips bucked one last time into his toy before cum was filling it up at the idea of milking all of himself in your little warm cunt, letting his hips swivel as he milked every last drop of cum from his cock as he moaned before relaxing back in his chair.

Chuckling a little at watching your lower body scramble at your vibrator continuing to drill against your over stimulated clit as you struggled to turn it off, “Take your fingers out baby, I wanna see them.” Jungkook licked his lips as you obeyed him, pulling your fingers from your cunt to reveal the thick layer of arousal and cum on them nearly making Jungkook’s mouth water with the desire to lick every drop off your fingers, this man couldn’t even describe what he’d do to go down on you.

“Ah fuck, jagiya,” Jungkook laughed, a little flustered at the way you sat up, looking directly into the camera before putting your fingers in your mouth, licking off the salty and somewhat musky taste of your arousal which in your opinion wasn’t that great and Jungkook would never accept your opinion on the matter, “You’re gonna make me hard all over again.” He whined as he carefully pulled the toy off his cock, feeling the white substance already rolling down his softening shaft to reveal the mess he had made.

You giggled a little, feeling shy once more as you stood up with wobbling legs, “I don’t have to help with that.” You called out, grabbing your favorite sweatshirt to pull over your body. It was your favorite because...Well because Jungkook had sent it to you and because it was big on him it was massive on you. 

You absolutely adored it, coming back in view you collapsed onto your bed as you curled up, Jungkook had just finished cleaning himself up, fixing his camera for you to see the beautiful radiant smile and eyes light up that was your boyfriend. He always had that dreamy look in his eyes while looking at you everytime you finished having Skype sex and everytime it always made you shy as you grabbed your pillow and curled up.

“You’re always so fucking good baby,” He groaned as he ran a hand through his hair, his smile permanently on his face as he stared in adoration at your curled up figure that was practically buried in his sweatshirt, “Mmm you were such a good girl too, your eyes were rolling to the back of your head when I told you to cum again.” 

He had a boyish laugh at the way you curled up, “Stoop! You know I was already overstimulated, you better hope my roommate didn’t hear anything…!” You covered your face in embarrassment at the realization you were a little loud.

Jungkook’s face stiffened a little at the mention of your roommate before he tried to play it off with a small laugh, “Yeah well, what’s he gonna do about it anyways? You were just being my good little girl jagiya.” You covered your face in semi embarrassment. You knew Jungkook was redirecting the conversation back to verbal aftercare because you knew he didn’t like the fact that your roommate was a guy who was not only your age but also very attractive. 

It wasn’t like Taehyung was ever interested in you, but you had mentioned to Jungkook when you first started talking that you used to have a crush on him. You felt as though some days that still lingered in Jungkook’s mind despite the fact that you didn’t even look at Taehyung twice anymore.

Especially since you and Jungkook became an item, however you also hadn’t told Jungkook that Taehyung had been...Well you weren’t sure what he was doing to be honest outside a few innuendos and winks. It mainly weirded you out as he had never paid any attention to you but regardless. This wasn’t about your roommate, this was about your amazing, handsome boyfriend who somehow managed to make you cum twice just by the sound of his voice, not everything could do that.

“You make it difficult to try and disobey.” You mumbled as a smile tugged in your lips, closing your eyes at the idea of his arms wrapped tight around you and his forehead pressed against your own, you could almost feel his warm breath against your face and his lips pressing against your forehead.

“Mmm id like to see you try,” Jungkook laughed as he leaned back his seat, letting out a content sigh as he spoke, “I’d make you wear those vibrating panties the whole day after making you overestimate yourself and I’d make sure to wake up every hour just to hold that button for three minutes straight.” 

“You’re so mean!” You whines as you fluttered your feet before crawling under your covers as you yawned, “You’re already planning a punishment when I haven’t even done anything wrong.” 

“I’m not!” Jungkook laughed as he objected, moving his hair from his face, “I’m just telling you what would’ve happened if you weren’t obedient. I mean, that’s not always a bad thing baby.” He sent a wink your way that immediately made your cheeks warm as you pressed your face against the blanket with a giggle.

“I can’t do that over a video call…! Maybe if you were here in my bed I’d be a little more defiant.” You always had a hard time trying to flirt confidently but Jungkook always ate it up every single time you threw him a crumb.

“Jagiya if you can’t be defiant over a call what makes you think you’d manage it when I’m between your legs sucking the soul out of your pussy?” Jungkook was immediately cackling at the way you shoved your face into your pillow with a whine, “Exactly baby, you can’t even look at me right now.” He cooed out.

“Well maybe I’m just a little more bold in person.” You challenged, peeping out from behind your pillow making Jungkook chuckle as he shook his head, his eyes filled with adoration as he leaned back in his seat.

“Well sweetheart I’ll just have to see for myself one day huh?” Jungkook’s smile was so beautiful, it was arguably one of your favorite features as he spoke, “You know I love you to the moon and back jagiya.”

“Well I love you love you to the stars and beyond,” You whispered back as you hugged your pillow close, closing your eyes sleepily as you smiled….One day...Hopefully you’d overcome your anxiety soon to make the one day become soon, you weren’t sure how much longer you could stand being apart from the one person who would never stop making your day.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

When They Meet Your Ex

Risotto Nero

Risotto would crush your ex’s head between his goth gf tiddies if he ever tries to get anywhere close to you.

You were on a park date on a late evening, not wanting to attract attention, but Risotto’s hat bells seemed to attract all the attention from passer-bys...

And by that, I mean cute little stray kittens would tried climbing up his pants to reach the bells.

Seeing you giggle at that, he only sighed and with the ghost of a smile, he suggested you sit down by the tree and play with the kittens.

It was all super cute at the beginning, seeing your lovely smile made his heart go WRYYYY with happiness, but that was rather short lived.

“Huuh? Y/N, that you? What are you doing with that weird looking clown? And why do you look like you’re wearing his way too large and washed out Metallica Tshirt?” hearing that familiar voice, you gasped and looked up, only to see the irritating face of your ex. “Honestly...Can’t I get a nice and quiet night without you around? Actually, why did you even stop? Come on, go away! I don’t feel like killing my braincells speaking to you again.” you humphed, looking away from him. “Awe, don’t be so hostile with me, babe! You definitely weren’t like that some time ago.” he smirked, as your eye twitched in annoyance. “Don’t call me that! It’s disgusting hearing that coming from your filthy mouth! You lost that privilege long ago!” your voice was lower, dripping with poison with each word. “I don’t think you should be speaking to me like that, considering how much you downgraded. Were you that desperate that you just forced yourself on the first person you saw?” he asked in a patronising voice. “I’m not you to force myself on people who don’t like me.” your voice even harsher now, but your big tiddy goth gf decided to step in. “To think that someone like you would speak like that about my girlfriend in front of me...You sure are a dumb fuck.” Risotto’s deep and dark voice echoed through the park as he stood down, towering over your ex. “Y-You’re not that scary, y’know?” your ex stuttered out those words, but that only made your boyfriend smirk. “Is that so...? Y/N, do I have your permission to teach this shrimp a lesson? No Stand needed, just my fists.” he asked, cracking his knuckles. “Permission granted. Just give me a good view of his blood flying around and I’ll be happy. I’ve been dreaming for this guy to get beat up for so long!” you giggled, leaning down on the tree with a relaxed look, with kittens all over you, as you enjoyed the show, your sweet boyfriend cursing the bastard over and over again, with each punch.

By the end of it, after making sure there’s no more blood on his hands and the jerk ran away, you called him to put his head on your lap, and kissed him tenderly, a smirk on your face.

“Who’d have thought that the best revenge is served bloody.” you chuckled, playing with his beautiful silver hair. “I would know.” he said simply, letting out a calm exhale.

---

Bruno Buccellati

You were at the restaurant with the team, as Bruno was away on a little errand and asked you to make sure the gang doesn’t destroy the restaurant, which wouldn’t really be a surprise, to say the least, but still.

“Okay, Narancia, I know you can do it. This is pretty easy, but you have to focus and take it one step at a time. What is 5 x 6? Take your time.” you asked sweetly, as you stood behind Narancia’s chair, your arms around his neck, your chin resting on the top of his head as he kept thinking and trying to count on his fingers. “Uh....30! Right? Right?” he asked energetically. “Yes, that’s right, congrats! And now, how much is 9 x 7? I know it’s a bit more difficult, but take you time and you’ll get it right!” I tried to hype him up, which made Mista and Fugo chuckle. “I honestly don’t have a clue how you can have so much patience with that braindead idiot.” Fugo complained, leaning back on his chair. “OI! WHO’RE YA CALLING A BRAINDEAD IDIOT?!” Naracia jumped on his feet as if electrocuted, which made me gasp and throw my arms around his torso, trying my best to keep him from fighting with Fugo. “Guys, settle down already! You don’t want to give Bruno trouble, do you?” I tried to reason, but they were long gone in their own word, while Mista was laughing, Giorno was pretending he didn’t know them and Abbacchio was ignoring us by listening to music. “Woaw...You’re a mess as always. Who are these guys anyway? Your groupies? Nah, these 2 seem way too young for that...They couldn’t be your kids, could they?!” a weirdly familiar voice called out from the entrance of the private space where we ate our meals, which made everyone stop what they were doing, snapping their heads towards the new person. “Oh...It’s you. Great, my day can’t get any worse, can it?” I dragged my hand down my face in aggravation. “So they ARE your children! What the hell, you said you didn’t want any children! I begged you so much, and you still denied me! And now?! What the hell, Y/N?!” he shouted, his eyes wide with shock. “These guys are 15 and 17, so if you can come up with a viable explanation on how I, at Y/A years old, could possibly have them as children, then congratulations, you win. Otherwise, I have to say, you’re the most braindead person I’ve ever met...Which wouldn’t be a surprise, considering everything.” I sighed, walking in front of him, staring him down, despite the height difference. “And who do you think you are, speaking to me like that, you little bitch?!” he screamed in your face. “Oi, Y/N, need a little help beating up this guy?” Abbacchio’s low voice called out, but you merely shook your head. “Nah, this is more personal. Listen, idiot, you aren’t allowed here. Restaurant’s rules. This place is reserved only for us, so get your sorry ass away from here before I kick you...Not that you wouldn’t like it, seeing how much of a masochistic freak you are.” you growled, pushing your finger into his chest repeatedly, to make him step way, but he grabbed your wrists tightly. “I think I’ll be leaving this place with you-” he began to speak, before a hand grasped his shoulder from behind so hard that he yelped in shock and pain.

“Now, now, I think mia bella told you already that this is a private place and you should leave. Unfortunately for you, you were stupid enough to touch her, so now you must suffer the consequences for your actions.” Bruno, glaring at the jerk, grabbed him by the shirt and threw him out of the restaurant, before talking to someone on the phone and returning to you, kissing your temple and holding his arm around you protectively, as he guided you back to the table. “Are you my guardian angel, Bruno? You always come to my aid when I need it the most, yet least expect it.” you chuckle, leaning your elbow on the table and gazing at him with a tender look. “I’d say it’s the other way around, but I won’t complain either way. Don’t worry about him, he won’t bother you again, I made sure of that.” he held your hand, intertwining your fingers together, before leaning on his chair, smirking at the others. “How did they behave today?” “On their best behaviour, of course! They are always little angels, and look! Narancia’s getting better at multiplying!” I clap in glee, showing him the new pages in his notebook. “Great job, Narancia, well done! And you, Fugo, for not getting angry at him.” Bruno praised them, but the two only shared a look of unease, as they laughed awkwardly, nodding.

--- Abbacchio Leone

You and Abbacchio were enjoying your day off together at a little cafe in town, knowing very well that none of the guys would bother you the whole day, so you were both pretty happy with that.

Your hand was over his, on the table, as you discussed random bands and were hyped about upcoming concerts in Italy that you were definitely going to together and would buy matching merch that you could wear and flaunt off how cool the two of you were together.

The problem is, however, when someone suddenly put their hands on your shoulders, making you jolt in your seat in surprise, before twisting behind to see who it was -

Only to have the misfortune of seeing your ex.

“Oh great, just what I needed. I got rid of the gang’s annoying antics, but I have to see another, much worse...Argh, whatever, I won’t even bother. Just leave, I don’t want to deal with you.” you roll my eyes, turning back to Abbacchio, obviously with a dramatic hair flip. “Awww, come on, admit that you missed me. I mean, what is this? Your new goth girlfriend, or what? I know I’m irreplaceable in your heart, but come on, no need to pretend that you don’t miss me.” he smirks, sitting on the empty chair next to you. “Oh, bother...” you facepalmed, looking at your boyfriend with an exasperated look. “Your tea is ready, sir, madam. Cherry Vanilla with extra Cinnamon.” the waiter put the teapot on the table, along with two cute little purple cups. “I am sorry, I thought it would be only the two of you. Should I bring another cup for the new sir?” the waiter asked politely, and while you were ready to deny, but Leone was faster than you. “Yes, please.” he answered simply, making you widen your eyes at him, but seeing his mischievous smirk, you realised his plan, which made you put your hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles. “You are very polite, dear Leone. More polite than I could ever be, I must confess.” you confessed, which earned a condescending laugh from your ex. “Well, you were never that much of a kind girl to begin with, Y/N, but that’s why I love you! We complete each other so well! I’m the good one, you’re the bad one...!” he trailed on, until the waiter brought the 3rd cup, and your ex tried to reach for the tea cup, but you slapped his hand away. “Go wash your hands! You can’t sit at the table with dirty hands! I don’t really care if you do it when you’re by yourself, but you should know by now that I’m hygene-obsessed!”  you tried to reason without drawing suspicion to yourself. “Jeez...Can’t believe I stayed with a nagging bitch like you for so long...” he muttered under his breath, but got up and left for the bathroom anyway. “This is gonna be fun.” you giggled, as you poured the tea for for you and Leone, before putting the teapot back. “Now’s my part.” he smirked, as you looked away, giggling, not even able to stop as you imagined how funny it’d be. “I’m back now, babe! Did you miss me~?” he asked in what seemed to be a very failed smooth act, which made you scoff. “You wish.” you snorted, looking away. “Ah...You didn’t pour me tea too, how rude. Well, nevermind, it’s not like you ever had any initiative anyway.” he got the teapot and poured himself a cup, as you and Abbacchio sipped at the same time. “How do you like it?” you giggle, looking at him as he took a big sip from his cup, before gulping and choking. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! IT TASTES HORRIBLE!” he yelled at you, as you could barely stop yourselves from laughing. “It’s tea, what else could it be?” you smirked, watching his angry expression, as he tried to leap towards you, but Abbacchio was much faster, taking him by the scruff of his blouse and kicking him out, getting him banned from the cafe, before turning back and sitting with a large smirk on his face. “That was such a great success.” you laughed, high-fiving your smug boyfriend. “Nobody messes with my girlfriend...And honestly, this trick didn’t work with Giorno, so it just had to work with this idiot.” he chuckled lowly, before throwing away the remaining piss-tea and ordering another kind of hot beverage. “We’re the perfect duo, baby.” you kissed his lips while giggling slightly, before getting back to your seat and continuing your conversation from where you left it.

---

Kujo Jotaro

Today had been a very nice and peaceful day for Jotaro, and he intended on keeping it that way.

His mother didn’t annoy him too much with her goodbye kiss, the groupie that kept following him everywhere was rather tame today, not clinging on him as much, the teachers didn’t annoy him, the weather was fine, you promised to meet him in the park after school, with a bento prepared for the both of you, while helping him with some studies.

All went so well so far.

You were happy, and your bright smile managed to even put a smile on his face, and you two sat at the base of a very large and old oak tree, as you fed him the bento you cooked, and after that, you let him put his hat on your head, something he absolutely adored and made his heart beat faster, as he’d put his head on your lap and would let you stroke his hair, as you’d chat randomly and watch the clouds.

Everything was so perfect...

Or so Jotaro hoped.

But there just can’t be a perfect day without something bad happening.

Just as you leaned down to plant a soft kiss on Jotaro’s forehead, some people started approaching you. At first, neither of you thought anything of it, thinking it was just random people passing by, but that was far from the truth.

“Oi, oi! Who’s that over there? It that Kujo? With a girl?” the obnoxious voice echoed through the park, and while Jotaro was merely annoyed, you unintentionally remembered the voice, and flinched in annoyance. “Great, just what I needed today.” you grumbled, tipping the front of your hat, a habit you took from your boyfriend. “Yare Yare Daze...Do you know them?” Jotaro asked in a low voice, getting up and glaring at the 3 boys walking over. “Yeah...That bastard in the middle is my ex. Kill me now.” you sighed, hiding your face completely with the hat that was already extra large on you. “Ah! No way, is that you? Really? Y/N? What the hell? Didn’t you keep preaching how you wanted a smart boyfriend? Tsk...I knew it. You really aren’t as smart as you think you are.” he shook his head, whisking away the hat, making you immediately jolt to your feet, trying to get the hat away. “Get that back! Come on, don’t be a jerk! It’s not even mine, you have no right to take it away! Just give me the hat and go away, I really didn’t want to see you again!” you reached up, trying to get the hat, but it was out of your reach. “Only if you give me a kiss. Come one, Y/N, you broke up with me in such bad terms, why not make it better?” he tried to reach his hand towards you, but you slapped it away hard. “Don’t even think of touching me, you jerk! You don’t deserve anything!” you stepped back, glaring at him, but you didn’t realise you bumped into someone, until you looked up and noticed it was Jotaro. “You have 3 seconds to give back my hat and run away.” he threatened, but your ex was having none of it. “And who the hell do you think you are? Her little play toy? Don’t you know? He loves to play around until she gets bored! And then she’ll just throw you away like garbage! Come on, man, I’m looking out for a bro here!” your ex tried to reason, but Jotaro was having none of it. “I don’t appreciate trash like you talking like that about my girlfriend. You have 2 more seconds before you’re dead.” Jotaro glared threateningly at them, putting you behind him protectively. “E/N, man, you don’t know him? He’s Kujo Jotaro, he’s known in the whole city for beating everyone up, even teachers. He never lost a fight! I wouldn’t go against him!” one of his friends explained, backing away from him, not wanting to get caught up in this mess. “One...” Jotaro stepped forward, grasping the front of your ex’s shirt. “Fine, whatever, here’s your stupid hat, now let me go!” your ex threw the hat at him, which he grabbed with his other hand and gave it to you. “Time’s up.” Jotaro smirked slightly, cracking his fists. “What?! You said you’d let me go!” your ex seemed to have fear flashing in his eyes as he tried to step back. “I said you have 3 seconds to return the hat AND run away.” and with that, Jotaro unleashed a barrage of ORAs at your filthy ex, rendering him barely able to walk as he got away by his 2 minions. “Well, that was surely satisfying to watch.” you chuckled slightly, before returning to your spot at the base of the tree. “Thank you for that. It was a pretty fine revenge, to be fair.” you smirked softly, taking out your notebooks from your bag. “Yare Yare Daze...Only cowards these days.” he shook his head before smiling, seeing you with his hat back on your head. “I can’t deny that. But doesn’t matter, you’re the best anyway. There’s nobody who can replace you in my heart.” you put your hands on his face before stealing a quick kiss from him. “Come on now, dolphin boy, let’s see what you want to revise for the Entrance exam.” you grinned, lifting up the hat so you could see a bit. “That’s my girl.” the ghost of a smile plastered on his face, as he put his arm around you, leaning back the tree and having you leaning on his chest, relaxing with the notebooks in your lap.

[scxrlettwxtches]

a marriage story | lee minho

Genre: fluff, angst, best friends to lovers

Warnings: none, except it get a little spicy at the end ;)

Word Count: ~6.0k

Description: Your incredibly rich best friend, Lee Minho, barges into your apartment asking you to marry him. You say yes, of course, because what could go wrong?

A/N: i actually had a lot of fun writing this! hope everyone is safe amidst all this coronavirus chaos! <3 love y’all, and as always, my ask box is always open if you ever want to be friends! 

“I need you to marry me.”

Your best friend, Lee Minho, has walked into your crappy apartment spewing random shit before, but this was by far the dumbest, most crackhead sentence to ever come out of his mouth. With his Louis Vuitton coat, a thin 100% pure cashmere sweater, the very inconspicuous Gucci belt and his hand-embroidered pants, he looked almost as if he’d fallen into the wrong dimension when he stepped into your living quarters, the walls fading and all the furniture looking one push away from falling apart. 

You glanced up at him tiredly, “Don’t questions like these come with a fancy dinner? I’m feeling a little cheated.”

Minho rolled his eyes, plopping himself down across from you at your coffee table without so much as asking. Damn him. After four years of knowing each other, he walked around your apartment like he owned it.

“Is that a ‘yes,’ then?” he asked, reaching for your coffee mug to take a sip.

“It’s a ‘please tell me more ‘cause I’m confused,’” you snatched away your cup suspiciously, “And you’re not getting any of this coffee until you explain yourself.”

Minho rubbed his eyes tiredly, letting out a sigh as he began, “So, I’m getting old.”

You snorted, “Well, we all know that. Jisung’s signing you up for a senior citizen discount already.”

“Don’t be fucking rude, your elder is speaking,” he snapped as he rolled his eyes, “My parents have been trying to pair me up with these potential partners, and I’m just sick of it.”

“So, you think the solution to your problem is to marry me?” you raised an eyebrow, quietly trying to gauge whether your friend was just playing a dumb prank on you, which he was prone to doing.

Minho nodded enthusiastically, “I’ve already thought everything through, and I think it’s a brilliant idea.”

“Your parents were about to flip tables when they found out you were friends with someone like me. Do you honestly think they’ll let you marry me, too?”

“Who says they’ll have any control over it?” Minho scoffed with apparent disdain, “We’ll get all the paperwork done before they even have any idea what’s going on. Besides,” he added with a troublesome gleam in his eyes, “it’s going to be absolutely hilarious to see them lose their shit over this.”

You ran through multiple scenarios in your head, and the image of Minho’s ridiculously conservative parents reacting to their top-of-the-academy, sole-inheritor-of-the-company son marrying a high school dropout that made a living by doing odd jobs was admittedly pretty funny.

“Okay,” you said, leaning towards him like you meant business, “say I actually think this is a pretty fucking wild idea and I’m down for it, what’s in it for me?”

Minho shrugged, “You’d have access to all the funds in my bank account, along with all the inheritance I’d get from my parents.”

“You really think your parents are going to keep you as the sole heir to all that cash they’ve got after the stunt you’re gonna pull?” you asked doubtfully, taking a slow sip of your coffee.

“Doesn’t matter at this point. I already hold more than half the shares of their company, which--” he added with a proud smirk, “will eventually be my company, whether they like it or not.”

You made a noise of delight, “Lee Minho, that is—without a doubt—the sexiest thing you’ve ever said.”

Minho rolled his eyes, “You’re such a gold digger.”

“Say it louder for the people in the back,” you grinned, and not even your best friend could hide the amused smirk on his face.

“So, are you in?”

“You mean, am I going to marry my best friend to piss off his parents and share his money?” you fluttered your eyelashes prettily, placing your coffee mug on the table with a finality as you smiled.

“Shall we sign the papers today?”

.

The real wedding was a quiet, secretive affair, done discreetly under the noses of Minho’s disturbingly watchful parents. You would think that a man who’s earned his degree in business at twenty-two and practically ran the family company by twenty-five would have some freedom, but that wasn’t the case for your best friend--or, should you say, fiancé.

Only a handful of people were in attendance. On Minho’s side, he had his best friends from the Academy, Hwang Hyunjin and Lee Felix, both of whom were incredibly supportive of your whole arrangement. Although they were initially against the idea of Minho getting married at all (they still held on to that high school bachelor mentality), their minds changed the moment they found out the bride-to-be was actually you.

(“Oh, then everything’s fine,” Hyunjin had laughed when Minho explained the situation, “Y/N can keep him under control.”

“She’s already been doing that since the day they met,” Felix snickered, raising a half empty glass of beer at you and Minho as he spoke sarcastically, “To the happy couple!”)

On your side, you had your most trusted sidekick, Han Jisung, who you’ve known for almost the better half of your life. Since both of you had grown up together trying to wade through incredibly trying financial situations, he was more than a little upset when you managed to snag yourself a rich husband before he did.

(“You bitch,” Jisung had spit in mock anger when you showed him your glittering diamond ring, and pointing his mug of beer at an unimpressed Minho, he wailed, “Not only did you have to get a rich husband, you had to get the hottest one, too?”)

The other person present was your lovely roommate, Bae Joohyun, who watched the ceremony with unprecedented glee. She was more than happy to keep the whole apartment to herself, kicking you out especially quickly when she found out you were in for an upgrade, not a downgrade. 

(“Where are you moving? Downtown? The mansion suburbs?” she had a smile that could send anyone on their knees groveling at her feet, “Let me know when you ever need a friend over, babe!”

“You just want to see the house, don’t you.”

“Honey,” she eyed you critically, “with the amount of money you’re going to have soon, I might just ask you to buy me the house next to yours!”)

As you stood at the altar, wearing in a short, white dress you had grabbed from a local thrift store, Minho looked fiendishly handsome in his black pants and his expensive jacket, holding both of your hands as the ceremony went on. 

The priest sped through his vows, obviously coming to the understanding that this was not your conventional wedding, “Do you, Y/N, take Lee Minho to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” you shared a quick, knowing smile with your best friend.

“And do you, Lee Minho, take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“Forever and always,” he swore solemnly. Snickers erupted from the small audience, and you rolled your eyes, tired of Minho’s disgustingly cheesy one liners. 

Not even the priest could hide a smile as he stepped back, “You may now kiss the bride.”

Minho raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, a gesture that implied that the ball was in your court. Up to you, he spoke wordlessly, waiting for your reply. You knew that Minho never had any qualms about being overly touching with people he didn’t have feelings with, which meant a lot of one night stands and a lot of suffering on your part when you’d try to find him at parties.

To be totally honest with yourself, you didn’t not want to kiss Minho. As Jisung has said, he was the hottest wealthy bachelor on the market, and as of five seconds ago, he was also now your lawfully wedded husband. And you’d be an idiot if you didn’t reap all the benefits to the fullest.

But at the same time, this was Lee Minho. Your baddest bitch. Your #1 on speed dial. The person you’d call if you were stranded at 3 a.m. The only person you’d trust with your top secret ice cream stash. 

Would you ruin things? Would things become better than they already were?

There was no way you could know at the time, so you did what your heart told you to do, and gave Minho a small smile of consent. You saw surprise flash across his face for a split second, as if he’d expected you to refuse, but it was gone before you could even blink. 

With a gentleness you never knew he possessed, Minho moved his hand to the back of your neck pulled you towards him, his lips brushing yours in a delicate, chaste kiss. Joohyun squealed like a kid in a candy store, taking a billion pictures on her phone. Jisung let out a scandalous gasp. Hyunjin and Felix fake gagged, slipping of the pews dramatically. When Minho pulled away, he let out an awkward chuckle as he asked.

“Disappointing?”

“Yes, I want to file for a divorce immediately,” you joked, but in all honesty, your lips felt like they burned after that split second of contact, and your heart felt tight as your brain reeled.

You didn’t even know Minho could kiss like that. Not like those passionate, drunken makeouts that you’d always find him engaging in at least twice a week. 

But like he wanted it to mean something.

.

As expected, Minho’s parents flipped over heaven and hell when they recieved a beautiful handwritten invitation to your wedding, written by their dearest son. As expected, they pulled every string and every connection they had to stop the wedding, to quietly remove you from the picture. And as expected, Minho and you had already ensured that this would be practically impossible. 

The wedding was lavish, extravagant, and everything that you had not expected to be married with. Your husband booked the most beautiful cathedral in the city, hired celebrity chefs for the banquet (“Do you want Gordon Ramsay? I could get Gordon Ramsay.” “Minho, please don’t.”), ordered a custom-made cake by an award-winning baker, and to top it all off, he refused to get you anything less than the most expensive wedding dress that was available.

It felt like the whole city had attended the big ceremony, all the church pews filled to the brim to get a glimpse of who in world managed to tie the knot with the richest, most handsome bachelor in the public eye. Minho’s parents sat in the front, obviously fuming but slapping on saccharine smiles for all the press and cameras that were present. As much as they hated their son’s decisions, any negative rumors could impact the integrity of their company, and if there was anything they cared about more than reputation, it was money. 

The ceremony was as dramatic as the two of you could make it, Minho flashing his most dazzling, show-business smile and you doing your best to look absolutely enamored by his charm. When the vows were through and it was time for the big spectacle, Minho wasted no time in sliding a firm arm around your waist, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. The cameras flashed and clicked furiously, and as you responded with just as much intensity, you knew you would be on the front cover of every newspaper for the next week. Maybe even the next month.

As the two of you stood facing the audience, trying to blink out your watery eyes from all the bright flashes and loud noises, Minho’s hand around your waist loosened and turned into something more comforting than passionate. Sparing a glance at you, he broke his character for a moment to whisper worriedly.

“Is this okay?” 

You were strangely touched, because you had already agreed to everything that was going to happen from then on, and Minho wasn’t obligated to show his vulnerable, gently side to the rest of the world, even if only for a split second. But he was, just for you.

“I’m okay,” you smiled with confidence, tugging at his tie to give the crowd another spectacle to coo at as you pressed a loving kiss on his cheek. Minho looked a little startled, since you really weren’t a touchy person, but when his smile returned, it looked more relaxed, more genuine than it was before.

Then, his smile grew mischievous, and he pulled you snug to him once again as his lips brushed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Let’s give them a little more to talk about, then.”

.

“Babe, do you have a honeymoon destination that you’ve always dreamed of going to?” Minho called from the couch, making you stop in your drawing. You were working on a fanart commission from a follower on your Twitter, and you sat criss-crossed at your desk, having scribbled furiously for last couple hours.

“What honeymoon?” you frowned, putting down your digital pen and spinning around to look at your husband.

Minho blinked, “Ours, of course. Do you really think I’d let us get married without going on a honeymoon?”

“Well, I mean,” Shrugging your shoulders helplessly, you floundered over your words, “we’ve convinced the whole world that we’re in love already, right? You don’t have to waste your money on this.”

“I’m not wasting my money,” Minho said, looking vaguely offended, “I have money to spare, and I’m going to spend it on the person I care about. That’s not called wasting.”

Glaring at you pointedly before looking back down at his laptop, he continued, “I always said that I was going to take you on a long-ass vacation one day, because God knows you haven’t had one of those since you were born.”

“Didn’t need to come for my neck like that, but okay,” you muttered, under your breath.

Minho definitely heard you, but decidedly elected to ignore you as he grinned, “Since I’m now your lawfully wedded husband, I’m bonded by our vows to treat you to a honeymoon that you’ll never forget.”

You scoffed, “Where was this treatment when you’d come and eat all my cereal at 3 fucking a.m.?”

“Hey. It’s ‘happy wife, happy life’, not ‘happy best friend, happy life.’”

“Whatever, dork,” Rolling your eyes, you got up from your chair and plopped down on the couch beside him. He threw a casual arm over your shoulders and you leaned towards him to glance at the laptop. This type of touching had become natural ever since the two of you moved in together. You would say it was all just to keep up an act, but both you and Minho knew that wasn’t true.

On the screen, you saw pictures of tropical beaches, private island resorts, anything and everything that screamed luxury was there. After scrolling for a while, they all started to blend together, and you began to realize that you were a little out of your depth.

“Why don’t you just pick, Minho?” you suggested, doing your best to shirk the responsibility.

“You don’t wanna?”

You gestured helplessly, “I mean--I don’t mind---but I’m just,” you swallowed, “This isn’t really my forte. It’s yours.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know how to live this life, Minho! I could’ve never afforded any of this until two months ago, and I still don’t know the in and outs, what’s good and what’s bad,” you rambled, catching your husband off guard as he listened to you in silence, “So, I’m sorry if I’m being a little indecisive. I just don't know where to even start.”

Understanding flashed in Minho’s eyes, and to his credit, he didn’t rise up to your sudden frustrations, taking it all in without complaint. You knew he was doing his best, you knew he was trying to give you things that you couldn’t have before, you knew he was trying to make you comfortable. And suddenly, guilt flooded through your veins.

Stammering, you looked down at your legs, “Shit, Minho, that was--”

“Don’t be sorry,” he replied briskly, grabbing your hands to get you to look at him, “You tell me whenever I’m being insensitive, and I’ll do the same for you. Is that fair?” 

You stared at him incredulously as you said, “You’re surprisingly mature about this.”

“Well,” he flashed the gold band on his fourth finger, something that you still couldn’t quite believe he was wearing, “we’re together for the long run, so there’s no reason for us not to set some ground rules.”

“Unless, of course,” he added hastily, risking a tentative smile, “you end up divorcing me even before our six month anniversary. I really hope you don’t, if only just to save me some face.”

Punching his chest halfheartedly, you spoke warmly, “Idiot,” you chastised, “I wouldn’t agree to something like this just to walk out on you.” Minho hummed in acknowledgement, and the two of you sat together in a warm, comfortable silence. 

“Do you have any requests, at least?” Minho finally asked, uncharacteristically gentle.

You thought for a moment, looking back to find the one crucial thing you’ve lacked throughout your life, something you’ve always wanted but could never have. A long moment passed, and as you pressed closer to Minho, you answered.

“Somewhere where I could just breathe and be away from the real world.”

Minho chuckled, his breath tickling the hairs on your face, “I’ll see what I can do.”

.

As you soon found out, Minho “seeing what he could do” basically meant a two-week vacation on a private resort island owned by one of Minho’s company partners. He lived up to his promise as well, and the travel was more seamless and relaxed than you could’ve imagined it to be. 

Following your request to be more secluded from regular life, Minho booked one of the more remote villas on the island, one that stood above the shallow ocean water, jutting out from the beaches. It was connected to the land by a short wooden bridge, and it provided you with all the privacy you needed.

Minho seemed to enjoy the vacation as much as you did, and the laptop he’d brought with him for work purposes was left abandoned in the bedroom safe. The two of you spent time out on the porch watching the tide, on the couch watching movies, or even in the crystal clear water below, splashing each other with the ferocity of two aggressive cats. 

In some moments, in some fleeting moments, when the two of you are sprawled over each other, doubling over in laughter, or when he grabbed your waist to lift you out of the water, stopping your flurry of attacks, that you genuinely felt as if the two of you were a married couple. Not a pair of best friends trying to make the best of a situation, but a real married couple. 

Of course, as antisocial as the two of you were, you were eventually dragged by your whining husband to leave the comfort of your villa and venture out to the small, tourist town near the center of the resort. Apparently, he had a meeting with the owner of this particular resort to discuss further trade deals, and because Minho was secretly a big baby, he didn’t want to go to the town without you. 

You didn’t want anything to do with the meeting; all the politics and passive aggressive forms of speech always put you on edge, so you decided to explore the town while you waited for him to finish. It was an incredibly quaint little set of buildings, mostly boutique shops and small restaurants, and you found that you actually quite liked its atmosphere. Whipping out your phone, you snapped a couple quick pictures of the town’s buildings for some artistic inspiration.

A half hour had gone by, and the island’s tropical heat had begun to get to you. Rubbing your throat absentmindedly, your eyes fell upon a bar at the corner of the road, with a quirky, lopsided sign that read, “Christopher’s Laboratory.”

Smiling at the rather original name, you made your way inside, the door ringing a bell as you walked in. There were only one or two guests sitting at random tables, which didn’t surprise you. After all, who would be at a bar in the middle of a sunny afternoon?

Deciding to sit at the bar, your eyes darted to a man that made his way from the back of the restaurant to behind the bar table, a charming smile framing his face. Being the only new customer and the only one sitting there, he stopped in front of you, leaning over the table slightly.

“Hey! I’m Chris,” he introduced himself, and you couldn’t help but be a little enamored by his strong Australian accent.

“I’m Y/N,” you answered, looking around with a smile, “This is a cute little place.” 

Chris’ smile was infectious, “Right? I built a lot of it myself, and I do have to say I’m quite proud of this baby,” Reaching for a towel beside him, he began wiping a glass absentmindedly, no doubt prepping for whatever drink you were about to order.

“Have you been on this island long?” he asked, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

“Ah, actually,” you blushed rather self consciously, “I’ve been here for a week or so, but we didn’t leave our villa until today.”

“We?” Chris caught the word with a knowing smirk, “Here with a lover?”

Lifting your left hand off the table, you flashed your diamond ring Beyonce style, “Married, actually.”

If Chris was surprised, he barely batted an eye, placing the glass down with a finality, “Congratulations, then. Have you decided on what you want to drink?”

“I’ll have a mint julep,” you answered, merely going to your typical drink. Not too strong or heavy, especially since you weren’t the drink-till-you’re-wasted type. That was more Jisung’s style.

“Coming right up,” your bartender got to work straight away, moving around to get all the necessary components for your order. Although you don’t frequent the bar, you could immediately tell that this man was good at his craft. Chris moved with any ounce of hesitation in his body, as if he knew exactly what to do and how to do it without any mistakes.

Already having warmed up to Chris’ personality, you decided to get to know him a little better, “So, how does one end up permanently living on a resort island?”

The man laughed as he poured a small amount of bourbon into the glass, “Good question. I’m honestly not quite sure myself, but it all started with wanting to get away from home, I guess.”

“And why did you do that?”

Chris shrugged, “Too many expectations. Too many standards. I got sick of it, so I left and just ended up here.”

“You just ended up here?” you repeated doubtfully before pointing out, “This isn’t exactly cheap real estate, just so you know.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” he laughed, “I have a mini aneurysm every time any of the neighbors mention how high their down payment was,” With practiced ease, he slid your drink onto the table front of you, placing a dainty umbrella in it for good measure, “I actually won this property in a stupid bet with a good friend of mine.”

“You moved your entire life because of a bet you made with your friend?” you couldn’t believe it. This was the sort of light-footed, go-with-the-wind lifestyle that you’d always admired, always yearned for. 

Chris shrugged, “It was a nice change of scenery, and I found that I liked it more than I had originally assumed, so I stayed.”

Sipping your cocktail, took a long look at the man in front of you. He was undoubtedly handsome, but it was different from the untouchable beauty your husband held. With Chris, there was a sort of ruggedness, a sort of battle-hardened look in his eyes, like he’d done everything in the world and survived.

“Since I told you a little about myself, tell me about you,” Chris grinned, popping a beer for himself as he glanced at you intently, “I assume you just got married?”

“Yup,” you replied, rubbing your wedding ring absentmindedly, “We’re actually on our honeymoon right now.” 

“You’re staying at that nearby resort? Dang, you guys must have some serious money.”

“He does,” you clarified, trying not to sound a little bitter, “He’s got the money.”

Chris seemed to understand, becuase his brow furrowed slightly, “But if you guys are married, then it’s technically your money, too.”

“I know, I know,” you said hastily, waving your hands in denial as you looked down in shame, “He’s never showed off his money or made me feel poor or anything like that. It’s just, sometimes I can’t help but feel--”

“Like you don’t belong,” Chris finished softly, his voice gentle, “Like you don’t deserve him even if he chose you.”

Looking up in surprise, you realized that the man had grown rather quiet, his eyes faraway as if thinking back to a sad memory. Something must’ve happened to him, too, something that had to do with money, love, and disappointment. Feeling bad, you put your hand over his, trying to give him some form of comfort.

The restaurant bell chimed, breaking your moment with Chris as you whipped around to see Minho standing at the door with a dark expression. He looked tense, like a cable ready to snap, and you wondered whether the meeting had gone poorly.

“Lee Minho, is that you?” Chris called out, and your head spinned. Chris knew Minho?

The irritated expression on Minho’s face fell for a moment, as he spluttered in equal surprise, “Bang Chan?” He moved forward, as if coming to talk to the man, but then he stopped short, his expression freezing like someone had just slapped him.

Confused, you followed his line of sight, and with a feeling of utter horror pooling in your gut, you realized he was staring at your hand, the one still placed over Chris’ on the table. You know exactly what went through his head, and you couldn’t berate yourself enough for doing what you did. Now, Minho didn’t look just irritated anymore. 

He looked furious.

Giving you one last icy glare, one that chilled your heart and almost sent you to tears, he spun around, flinging the door open with hatred as you scrambled to get out of your seat.

“Wait, Minho--”

Without so much as a glance back, he slammed the door shut behind him, leaving you to stand in the middle of the bar in utter shock. The thoughts in your brain were a jumbled disaster, but one thought stood out above the rest.

You had to fix this. 

Turning around to look at Chris--or Bang Chan--you began to speak quickly, “Chris, I’m sorry, but--”

“Yes, yes, go,” he replied just as urgently, looking at you intensely, “Don’t worry. You didn’t do anything wrong. If I know anything about Minho, he’s just a little jealous.”

You nodded, grateful for his understanding. As your hand fell on the doorknob, you couldn’t help but look back and ask one more question

“How do you guys even know each other?”

An amused smile crept at the corner of the man’s lips as he answered, “You haven’t guessed yet? I won this property from Minho, all those years ago. We went to the same academy when we were young.”

The idea that Minho actually gave away expensive property on a whim felt like the most Minho thing to do, and you couldn’t help but chuckle despite the anxiety still racking your brain. With one final look, you ran out of the bar, setting off after your husband.

.

By the time you had returned to your villa, sweaty and exhausted from running around the town trying to find Minho, it was already sundown, the sky a beautiful plethora of reds, blues, and purples. Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t find Minho anywhere, but you had a feeling that Minho would be in the room.

The villa was dark, much of the rooms pitch black as you searched for your husband. Then, as you made it to the master bedroom, your heart sank as you caught sight of a lumpy figure curled up in the white sheets, head turned away from you.

You knew Minho wasn’t asleep. A classic businessman, you often stayed up with him into the waning hours of the morning, and you knew Minho couldn’t physically fall asleep anytime before 1 a.m. Still, he didn’t move a muscle when you walked into the room, even though you were sure he heard you.

The bedsheets crinkled as you sat on the bed beside him, silently mulling over what to say, how you could fix this situation. As gently as you could, you brushed your hand over his shoulder as you murmured, “Minho.”

No response came for a long torturous moment, and then a voice croaked, hoarse and tired, “You finally came back.”

“Of course I came back,” you frowned, “I was looking for you.”

“Oh, really?” The poison in Minho’s tone grated against your ears, “You sure you weren’t hanging out with your lover?” 

You grew annoyed, retorting snappishly, “Okay, you need to grow up. I know you saw me holding hands with Chris, and I’m sorry about that, but--”

“So, it’s Chris to you now?” Minho spat bitterly, suddenly sitting up to glare at you, “If I didn’t find you at the bar, were you ever going to tell me anything after? Or were you just going to keep this going for my money as you run off with him?”

“Minho, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I don’t and won’t ever have any intentions of having lovers,” you said, utterly appalled by the idea, “We’re married, aren’t we?”

“Are we?” he muttered, looking down at the bed and away from your face, “You don’t need to pretend. This isn’t even a real marriage.”

It felt like a slap in the face. Flinching, you forced the unsteadiness out of your voice as you asked, “Then, why do you still wear that ring?”

Minho looked up, surprise flashing across his face as you continued, “We’ve been staying in this villa for a week now. Nobody’s here but us, and you still wear that ring every day. Why?” 

“I-”

“No. Don’t you dare say you’re pretending, because you’re not,” you seethed, all your frustrations pouring out like a waterfall, “You wouldn’t invest in my art, you wouldn’t take me to fancy restaurants or buy me pretty things on a whim, you wouldn’t have been jealous if you didn’t care, so why are you so determined to act like this marriage doesn’t mean anything to you?”

“It does!” Minho finally said loudly, and then looking ashamed that he’d raised his voice.

“Of course it means something to me,” he murmured, “But I know it doesn’t mean as much to you, and I can’t bear the thought of knowing that we’re in this for different reasons.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re in this for the money, we both knew it from the start,” Minho said, looking at you tiredly, “And I have nothing against you for it. That’s how I convinced you in the first place, and it’s a perfectly reasonable reason to marry me.” 

“But,” he continued, “at the same time, I’ve always known this can’t be permanent. You’ll find someone you actually love, someone you’d actually want to marry because of them and not their money, and when that happens, I don’t want to tie you down.”

Minho laughed without humor, “I’m sorry about earlier. I really did get jealous, even though I’m in no position to. I just saw you with Chan, and you two looked so perfect together, and I just knew that I was going to lose you. I knew it would happen eventually, but I’d always hoped it wouldn’t be so soon.”

“How could you say something like that?” you stammered, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, “How could you think that I just married you for the money?”

Minho blinked, “But, we’d said--”

“Fuck that,” you said furiously, causing Minho’s jaw to grow slack, “You know, for someone with two degrees from Harvard, you can be so naive.”

“Alright, there’s no need to be snippy--”

“It wasn’t just about the money,” you interupted loudly, shutting Minho up, “Yes, I was dirt poor and yes, your money was part of it, but I’d never agree to marry someone who I didn’t like as a person.”

Minho looked frustrated, running a hand through his soft, brown hair as he said, “I know you like me, Y/N. I mean, we’re best friends for fucks sake, but you’re going to find someone else, someone you care about more--”

“I care about you more than anyone else in the world,” you spoke firmly, without an ounce of doubt, “And that’s never going to change.”

For once in his life, Minho was at a loss for words. He stared at you with a mixture of awe and surprise, and then, without a moment of hesitation, he crashed his lips into yours, desperately and lovingly.

You responded, tilting your head to a more comfortable position as you crawled towards him. Minho understood your intentions immediately, and his hands pulled you onto his lap until you were practically straddling him, your body close to his. 

Neither of you could stop, his hands now roaming around your back and yours nestled in his hair. He coaxed your mouth open gently, pulling back to nibble at your bottom lip, and when you gave him access, he kissed you twice as furiously, with so much passion that one would’ve thought that this was his last day on Earth.

As his lips slowly trailed to your neck, drawing out your light gasps, you found that you wanted more. There was an unsatiable hunger that Minho had pulled out of you, and you found your hands roaming up and down his chest, now frantically trying to unbutton his loose black shirt.

It was at this moment that Minho pulled back, his lips stopping their trail of kisses down your neck as he panted, “Y/N, wait.”

You froze, immediately stopping in your task as you looked up at him, “What’s wrong?” your heart was still pounding in your ribcage, but now you were scared, slowly trying to distance yourself from Minho as you asked, “Do you want to stop? If you want, I could forget this ever--”

“Fuck, don’t you dare,” Minho said with an undercurrent of a growl as he kept you on his lap, his hands tightening as they gripped the back of your shirt, “I’ve wanted this for far too long to stop or forget.”

“Then, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing’s wrong,” he explained, now stroking your back gently to ease your visible anxiety, “I just want to make sure you know what you’re doing.”

“Well, I was trying to take your shirt off,” you retorted, your face still hot and your lips swollen, “but I was rudely interrupted.”

Minho giggled, nuzzling his head into your shoulder, “Idiot, you know what I mean,” he lifted his head up to look at you again, and behind the clear desire in his eyes you could see the worry, “Please don’t do this and tell me next morning that it didn’t mean anything to you.”

You sighed. Your hands gently cupping his face, you placed a light, feathery kiss on his nose as you answered.

“Never.” 

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a/n: maybe a pt. 2? :)

[calypsoff]

Eighty. Part 2

I find it funny how women just clout chase on my husband, like every time. I am just looking at his post he put up of himself, he’s in the club and it’s a selfie of him and Kyrie Irving and this girl has confidently put we had a good time, who the fuck is she speaking on. He is a married man, I don’t want to comment because it looks petty and a little bit of a downgrade on my side to do that, but it has really riled me up to the point where I just want to scream, Chris is coming back tonight but I will be asleep by then but it’s just pissing me off that they do that. I feel like it’s always at my husband, but I see it a lot to be honest, in Hollywood nobody is faithful and now Chris is just new to the game. They better leave him alone, I text Chris, but he hasn’t messaged me back yet. He could be travelling back, looking over at Rylee in her lounger, she is just playing with her hands while I am being milked like a cow. As soon as Chris told me about this getaway I packed some stuff, Rylee’ things that is because I want to make sure she has everything, I’m going to miss my daughter so much. Do I really want to be away from her actually “god I love you” my phone pinged at the side of me. Picking up my phone and seeing Chris has text me back.

Poppa: Like u said they thirsty idc about them! Just my rabbit

I scoffed, him and that godforsaken name. He has a new pet name for me now and it’s rabbit, I wish I never started eating salad now because of him calling me that. It’s cute though.

Robyn: I know but it’s annoying to me. I don’t like that shit because you’re married to me but anyways are you boarding the flight or what!?

Poppa: Or what? U seem a little tense pls don’t be! I will be back home with u and I can’t wait to go on vacation x

Robyn: Awww a little kiss at the end? You miss me that much

Poppa: yeah I did!! love uuuuuuu xxxxxx all the kisses for u

I grinned, oh god I miss him so much. I want him home now, my phone started ringing. Look at him calling me, answering the call “I want to speak to pookie brown” rolling my eyes “she doesn’t want to speak to you ugly, say that in my ear. What you said on the text?” Licking my lips grinning, he can say it aloud “say what?” Now he’s acting dumb “you sent me a text, read it to me” Chris snorted laughing “I am with people Robyn, you wack. Just read the damn text and let me speak to pookie” looking at Rylee all content with herself “she said no, talk to her assistant” Chris cleared his throat “and who is that?” He questioned “Robyn Fenty, you are speaking to her now nigga” he let out a low chuckle “aight, but I want to fuck my daughter’ assistant” I knew it “so you can say those words but not read the text? Get out of my face” what a dog “I love you! There, but like I was saying is Rylee’ assistant able to send me some nudes? Like a little nipple, something” he’s actually a feign, I don’t know how I’m going to keep him away from me “how dare you say you’re around people but speaking like this? You better be on your own” is he crazy “with my dick in my hand yes” sighing out “you’re a dog” he really is “and you’re a rabbit, but about my daughter’ assistant, do you also breastfeed adults?” I can’t believe I am laughing at his stupidity “just be safe yeah? Get home, bye?” I need to be strict on him “I’m scared, I need soothing too before I get on the flight” trying to keep a straight face “bye Chris!” I spat; my daughter just looked at me “your father is a feign Rylee” placing my phone down shaking my head.

The feeling of seeing my husband in bed with me, I love it. Waking up and seeing him home, that’s what I wanted. Him breathing in my ear, I am happy because I missed him a lot. The bed was feeling a little empty without him so I am glad he is here and home with us, I am sure he said we are going VA today, but I will have to ask. Getting up from the bed and seeing Chris’ suitcase there in the middle of the bedroom “oh good” I said to myself, lots of washing for me but I will do it for him. I am awake before Rylee is awake, I try and aim for that so I can use the bathroom before she screams true house down in the morning. But her feeding times are changing on me too, I need to just enjoy my daughter because she is growing up on me and I’m fearful for next year. I have a lot on plate, and I didn’t think I would be married with a baby too, so when I went onto this venture it was something I didn’t think I would be so quick, I thought I would be single and living my life. I didn’t even think I would be married to Chris so soon, things happened and also my career is full steam ahead, I do not want to miss my daughter growing up though so she will come first and will be with me while I work. Then I don’t want her to spend her life on a jet going places, this is so difficult, and I hate making these big decisions on her life, what if I make the wrong one.

Smiling at my daughter “you actually love watching mommy don’t you, you love watching me cook. Well I’m eating today, egg of course. Toast but taking the crust off, I am fussy like that baby, I don’t fuck with that at all. But that is me, and once that is made, my love will be having her food too” holding her hand “yes my heart; it will be time to have your breakfast too, awwww baby. You are showing mommy your dimple?” Pressing a kiss to her hand “I love you” making my way around the counter, I need to get a knife to get these crusts off “hey, hey, hey” Chris is awake “I woke up and I was looking for Rylee” Chris jogged over to her “oh my god, I was looking for you!? Where did you go eh, oh my god. I missed you” watching him just slobber over her, kissing on her “you are annoying my daughter, you are getting your stubble all in her face” my poor daughter “missed you love” I sniggered at Rylee’ disapproved face, she is not happy at all he did all that “you saw that, she is not happy” I did think she was going to cry but she didn’t, she just wasn’t happy. Watching him walk over to me, cutting the crust from them. Chris placed his arms at the side of the counter at the side of me and closed in on me “you smell nice” trying to suppress my smile “I just got out of bed, desperado” I gasped, he is really rubbing himself against me “Chris don’t bother” putting the knife down “what?” Now he is acting like he ain’t doing anything, he moved his hands to my hips and he fully just humped me and I moved back from the counter “I swear!” Just has Chris was going to touch over my scar I grabbed his hand just in time and played it off turning to him “quit it! Shave your damn stubble and cut your hair” I pointed at him “I missed you” he wrapped his arms around me, kissing on my neck.

I am glad I caught Chris’ hand before he even placed his hand over my scar, I mean it’s not like he would care but I just feel that little insecurity which I hope I do get over it. I know Chris won’t ever care for that scar, but I do, the scar isn’t bad at all. I honestly got to say that it’s not noticeable and it’s just something I feel is there, I don’t know it’s just me. It’s something I feel insecure about, but I will hopefully get over, I have to get over it because Chris and I will be spending los of time together. I am going through my wardrobe trying to get outfits that will look good on me, my body shape has changed, and I need to account for my boobs could leak so I have to take everything “are we going tonight to VA?” I asked “erm a few hours Robyn, I booked the jet for then” of course he did, rolling my eyes “Chris, do me a favour please. You know that suitcase you just used, take your stuff out. Put them in the hamper and bring me the case, I want to use it. And please, you know in Rylee’ room there is a spare baby bag in her walk in closet, just on the floor. In that bag put in as many diapers, wipes, diaper bag, creams as you can. Thank you, we need to also take the milk with us, bottle cleaner with us. It’s not easy anymore just help me” I sighed out, feeling a hand on my head “don’t worry about it Robyn, we got it” smiling lightly, he is the best.

I look a mess; I mean I look stressed, so I put on anything. Sweatpants and a sweatshirt but honestly I am just glad to be out of the house “you have Rylee in the seat yes? She is all strapped into the SUV, you have the ear defenders for her. We don’t know what she will be like with the jet” Chris saluted me “just get in the car Robyn, let’s go. The driver is bored of waiting” Chris climbed into the SUV to sit in the car so I can sit next to Rylee “I am, get in. Thank you” I smiled at the driver “you rushed me, you’re so annoying for that” climbing into the SUV with the baby bag, I don’t even have a bag anymore, it’s just a baby bag but I put a handbag in my suitcase “hey” I looked behind me at Chris, he kissed the top of my head “you’re always worrying and shit, calm down. I feel Rylee has taken my spot though, I have to sit in the back” looking behind me smiling “oh my god, the stroller in there too!?” I spat “uh no” the driver stopped the car “please go and get it” opening the car door “they can take her out, so please” Chris scoffed as he climbed over my legs to get the stroller, I don’t want to forget that now. You need to think of every situation, as grandparents they like to go for walks so the stroller is a good idea, they will have her car seat, I also bought the travel crib so they can put her in there. So many things, they are all Rylee’ too. Outfits for days, I even bought washing powder because in case the one they use aren’t sensitive enough for her, I don’t want her to get a rash, we are going for five days, it’s a lot actually.

I am being so apprehensive with my daughter, like putting the ear defenders on straight away. I am so close to Chris as he made his way up the jet stairs, we have put a blanket over too. I just don’t want her to be sad, she is only three months so it’s a lot for her to go through. I just want to see if she is ok, Chris placed the car seat on the table. Putting the baby bag down, lifting the blanket up and seeing she is awake “hey” I cooed out, Rylee’ lower lip poked out and she cried. I had a nasty feeling she was awake, she doesn’t like the ear defenders “awww no, why is she crying” taking them off, my poor baby is crying real tear “it’s ok” unbuckling her out of the car seat, moving the straps back “sshhh, my love. I am here, it’s ok. Don’t get scared” placing her over my shoulder, my poor baby is so scared “she just didn’t like the ear defenders Chris, put the car seat away Chris for me. I will calm her down and feed her, she will be ok I think. I will put the defenders on her once she goes back to sleep, I don’t want her to be hearing the loud engine when it leaves, so I will be quick” shuffling down the seats, my daughter did not like that at all.

I am just glad to be off that jet, Rylee was ok once we were in the sky, but she doesn’t like the ear defenders at all which is an issue for me because I don’t want her to not be having them on “Rylee really played up didn’t she?” Chris said, he looks tired “she did, it is the first time Chris. For her, for us. So what do you expect, we are new to this Chris. But we will be ok, VA is so much full of greenery. I kind of like it here because of peace but also work wouldn’t be good for here” looking out of the window “VA is dope Robyn, but I am so glad I got my parents in this area and I couldn’t have done it without you rabbit, you made this for me. I appreciate you, gave me a beautiful daughter, you love me, you adore me. Hold me when I am down, I appreciate you” look at him, he is being so sweet to me “foot massage tonight?” Chris laughed “I miss your feet though; I miss sucking on them toes. Your feet are nice as hell ma” he doesn’t like to admit to having a foot fetish, but he does have one, it’s nice though that he does.

I feel so bad that I have bought half of Rylee’ closet to VA, I am actually awful that I have done this but it needs to happen, you never know what will go wrong “I really love this home Chris” stepping out of the SUV “nice isn’t it” Rylee is asleep in my arms still luckily, she is at peace now we have landed “it’s cold though “put the blanket over her” I didn’t think this through “did we bring a coat, I don’t think we did. Well I did” making my way to the door “I will bring the stuff up Robyn, the driver said he will get the stuff out” Chris said walking behind me, I want to get inside now because it’s very cold out here. Chris is excited, he ran ahead of me and started banging on the door and then rang the bell “Chris, why do you have to be this way” frowning at him, I stopped behind him “I want them to open the door, my daughter is cold, my wife is too” the door open, Clinton looked shocked “Christopher?” he said confused, “who is it Clinton?” Joyce said, “hey dad!” Chris stepped inside, I have a feeling the parents didn’t know we was coming “oh my god, what a surprise? My grandbaby” I am going to murder Chris, they don’t know.

[squashedbananatk]

42 with tony tickling peter! just him being cute and shy and touch starved and self depricating. And tony trying to help.

On it!

Overwhelmed

(I know I suck at titles!)

Peter was exhausted. He has pulled 3 all nighters this week studying for tests, spending the other night out late patrolling and sparring with the team. He has had no time to breath this week. But thats the life of Spiderman right? It was finally Friday and he honestly just wanted to sit on the rooftops and take in the view, so that is exactly what he was doing.

Peter sighed listening to the sounds of the city below when it was interrupted by his phone ringing. Peter pulled off his mask and took his phone out and saw that it was Tony.

He declined the call and flopped down onto the hard concrete roof looking at the stars.

He was just so tired and stressed out. He had a full weekend ahead of him. The science fair was Sunday and his project wasn’t even half done... he had to spar with the team, he had at least four hours of homework from each class and he had another test on Monday! Peter’s head kept racing through all the things he was going to have to do. He just wanted a few minutes to breath...

His phone then rang again. It was Tony again. Peter sighed and declined again. He was too tired and stressed to care that he was ghosting The Tony Stark, if that doesn’t show how exhausted the kid is then nothing does.

Peter continued to lay on the roof with his feet hanging off the building and soon started to feel sleepy and past out.

“Kid? Hey Kid wake up.” Peter heard as he regained conciseness from being shaken lightly.

“Ugh, w-what? Mr Stark? What are you doing here?” Peter asked sleepily seeing Iron Man looming above him.

“You kept declining my calls and your aunt said you hadn’t come home, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Tony said through his Iron Man suit.

Peter groaned.

“What time is it?” Peter asked still trying to wake up.

“I don’t know like 3 am?” Tony guessed as he noticed the deep bags under the kid’s eyes.

“It’s freezing...” Peter said beginning to shiver as he sat up and wrapped his arms around himself.

“Come on, lets get you warmed up.” Tony said and picked the teen up which Peter surprisingly didn’t protest against. Peter sighed in contentment as he felt the warmth from Tony’s suit and soon he was asleep again in Tony’s arms. Tony sighed at the kid and began to fly back to the compound.

As they flew through the sky Tony couldn’t help but wonder what the kid was doing out here... And why was he asleep on the concrete? He had some questions for the kid when he woke up. His hands tensed a bit as his mind began to travel off into worry.

Once they got to the compound Tony took the kid into his room as he assumed the kid needed it more then him and put the kid on the bed and pulled the blanket on him up to his chin. He then left the kid to sleep. Tony slept on the couch for the night. The next morning Peter in a place he did not recognize...

“Ugh, where am I?” Peter asked rubbing sleep away from his eyes, he looked around the room before noticing he was still in his Spidey suite.

“What happened?” Peter asked himself as he got up and exited the room. Peter soon recognized the building he was in and quickly found his way into the living room/kitchen.

“Hey you’re up.” Tony said turning around from the kitchen.

Peter blushed a little, what even happened? He hardly remembers anything from last night.

“Uh, g-good morning.” Peter said

“Afternoon.” Tony smirked.

“What happened?” Peter asked rubbing his head.

“Not sure myself, I found you asleep up on a rooftop late last night so I brought you back here.” Tony said.

“O-Oh... I Uh...” Peter blushed again, this cannot be happening.

“You obviously needed the rest though, you probably slept for like about 10 hours...” Tony said.

“I’m sorry Mr Stark...” Peter apologized.

“No worries kid, but I do want to ask you something.” Tony said as he sat down on the couch patting on the spot beside him inviting Peter to sit.

“What is it?” Peter asked hesitantly going to sit down on the couch.

“What in the hell were you doing out there?” Tony asked.

Peter sighed. Should he tell Tony? He asked himself But he shouldn’t bother him with his dumb problems.

“Uh, I think I just fell asleep up there heh...” Pete lied.

Tony raised a brow. Peter could tell he wasn’t buying it.

“I was just stressed... I needed to get away from it all I guess...” Peter mumbled.

“What were you so stressed about?” Tony asked.

“I-It doesn’t matter, I don’t want to bother you with it.” Peter sighed.

“Hey, you know me well enough to know that I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t care about what the answer was.” Tony reassures.

“Well, it wouldn’t be above you to lie...” Peter said. Tony raised his eyebrows. Did the kid really think he didn’t care?

Peter sighed

“I just have a lot on my mind... but it’s nothing compared to what you deal with.” Peter downgraded.

“Bullshit, now spit it out.” Tony smirked poking Peter’s rib playfully making him squirm away a little.

“I just feel like I don’t have enough time to get everything done... Between being Spiderman and being Peter Parker Hell... I barely had enough time just as Peter... and now adding Spiderman into the mix, it’s just too much sometimes...”

Tony nodded to show he had his full attention

“Like, I’ve already pulled three all nighters this week, I’ve had hours of homework each night, I’ve had to do training with you, do patrolling, save people, deal with bullies, finish a science prototype for a science fair tomorrow and I- Oh god! I gotta go Mr Stark! I have to finish” Peter yelped standing up remembering all his responsibilities but Tony grabbed his wrist.

“Oh no, you aren’t going anywhere mister! From what I can tell you have been working yourself to the bone and further! I will not let you keep doing that. You are not turning into me in that way!” Tony said.

“But I have to! I can’t let anyone down! I have to make people proud! I can’t screw everything up!” Peter began to panic slightly.

“Hey, trust me kid, if you keep doing this you will crumble under the amount of pressure you’re putting on yourself.” Tony said putting his hands on his shoulders. Peter dipped his head down.

“I just feel guilty for taking any kind of a break...” Peter mumbled.

“Tell you what, how about I help you finish your science project? Get it all ready for tomorrow.” Tony said as he sat back down on the couch.

“I don’t wanna be a bother....” Peter said

“Please! Compared to all your pop culture references this is not a bother at all!” Tony joked punching the kid in the shoulder playfully.

Peter giggled at that punching his shoulder back.

“Heh... I’ve heard that kids can fall asleep anywhere but, on a concrete rooftop in the middle of May?” Tony laughed.

“I was tired!” Peter defended.

“I could tell! While I was flying us back here you fell asleep in my arms, like I little baby.” Tony teased squeezing Peter tight and rocked them back and forth joking as the teenager groaned.

“Stohop, you know I don’t like being teased!” Peter said blushing.

“But it’s funny when you get all shy.” Tony smirked making Peter’s cheeks grow darker as he lightly pushed at the millionaire’s shoulder only to have Tony grab him again.

“No it’s nohot...” Peter giggled as he began to escape his mentor’s grip.

“Yes. It. Is!” Tony smirked and grabbed at Peter playfully trying to pin him in a hug but as Tony was grabbing at him he grabbed Pete’s side, Peter squeaked and fell back into Tony’s lap.

“Hey! Dohon’t!” Peter giggled.

Tony smirked at the teen in a way that made Peter rather nervous and pinned Peter’s back to his chest.

“Now what do we have here?” Tony asked poking Peter’s rib again.

“Nohothing! It’s nohohothing!” Peter reassures pushing on his chest.

“Well, it definitely looks like something.” Tony pushed on poking into the young hero’s ribs.

“Nahaha! Oh my Gohohod!” Peter laughed out as he squirmed frantically.

“Heh, I haven’t heard you laugh like this in a while kid, It’s nice.” Tony said with a smirk.

“Mr Stahark plehease! I-I’m reheheally tihicklish!” Peter said through his squeaky giggles as his fingers scribbled on his tummy.

“Mr Stahahark! Nahahahaha! Nohohot thehehere!!” Peter screeched and fell limp almost immediately.

“Not where? Here?” Tony asked pinching and squeezing the kid’s tummy.

“StAHAHAP! STOHOHOP TEHEHEASING MEHEHE!” Peter screeched out.

“Why?” Tony asked tickling a certain spot just below his ribs which made Peter’s squirming far more frantic.

“Mr Stark! PLEHEHEASE! Ihhihit tihihickles!” Peter screeched.

Tony started laughing along with the teen, his laugh was adorably contagious.

Tony’s hand then travled down Peter’s side and squeezed his hips and flank causing Peter to throw his head back as he laughed along with the occasional snort here and there making Tony laugh even more and make Peter blush darker.

“Man, you sure are thin kid, you eating enough?” Tony teased rubbing his fin hers up and down his ribs like a piano.

“I’hI’m eheheheating FIHIHINE! Gehehet ohohoff mehehe!” Peter screeched managing to escape Tony’s grip but Tony pushed Peter down onto the couch

Tony grabbed the young hero’s wrists and held them in one of his own. Peter’s face grew redder as he giggled and squirmed before Tony even touched him.

“You find this funny huh?” Tony asked poking the teen’s side repeatedly.

“N-No!” Peter quickly replied his cheeks getting even more red.

“Then why are you laughing? I’m not even touching you.” Tony asked smirking wiggling his fingers just above the teen’s underarm.

“I’m nohot!” Peter giggled.

Tony raised his eyebrows.

“Why are you laughing Peter?” Tony asked.

“IhI’m nohot!” Peter yelped.

“You aren’t?...” Tony smirked. Poking Peter’s underarm

“Cuhut it ohout!” Peter giggles trying to pull his hands free.

“You know what? I don’t think I will! This is far too intriguing!” Tony said smirking down at him evilly.

“Mr Stahark! Dohon’t lohook at me lihike thahat!” Peter screeched turning his head away.

“Why?” Tony asked just barely wiggling his fingers on the kid’s underarm.

“Eeeee!Heehehe! Ihihit mahahakes ihit wohorse!” Peter squeaked out.

“It does huh?” Tony asked finally drilling his thumbs into the poor kid’s underarms.

“Peter full on screamed before falling into a squeaky laughing fit.

“NOHOHOHO! THIHIHS IHIHIS THEHEHE WOHOHORST AHAHAHAHA!” Peter cackled tossing his head back and forth.

“Come on Pete, it can’t be that bad...” Tony teased.

“IHIHIHIT SUHUHUCKS!!!” Peer screamed rolling on his side. Obly to have tony drill his fingers into his ribs again.

“NOHOHOHO!” The teen exclaimed putting his arms out in defence.

“You just made a huge mistake kid!” Tony said and shoved his hands under Pete’s arms again making him fall back into silent laughter.

Once Tony tickled Pete for a few mor seconds he decided to let up. He didn’t want the kid to die.

“I- I hahate yohou!” Peter giggled curling into a ball on the couch.

“No you don’t. Now come on, lets get your project done.” Tony said ruffling the kid’s hair as he stood from the couch.

Fin~

[gateau-chocolat]

All Of Us Are Dead wrap-up post! Not many major specific spoilers, but I discuss through all 12 eps.

tl;dr:

-I thought the first 2 episodes were VERY good in terms of setting up the premise, characters, stakes, etc.

- I had kind of a hard time with the Na-yeon stuff in ep 3 as it was happening but in retrospect I think I actually liked it?  The tension and emotions were the strongest for me in that scene, even though I still wish there had been more ambiguity about whether or not Na-yeon actually did (spoiler).

-The rest of the show’s run got somewhat downgraded to “fine” for me, but it still held my interest.

-Open-ended non-endings suck lol. 

More details:

-Ok, so I think one of the things I enjoy most about zombie genre stuff is just seeing characters struggle to find ways to maneuver through their environment while avoiding/fighting zombies? If you are also like this, this is the show for you.  If you need a more weighty and complex plot you might find it boring.

-Way back when I started watching this show I noted that they seemed to be killing off characters/wrapping up certain potential plot threads very abruptly, and I definitely stand by that observation! Even if the outcome was ultimately going to be the same, it would have been interesting to see more of Cheong-san’s mom or the pregnant girl navigating the situation from outside the school (btw that baby really like...kinda added nothing, huh lol? even after the detective found it, its presence never added very much drama or pathos or anything), more of On-jo’s dad with the kids, more of Na-yeon either actually attempting to reconcile with the group and/or just spending more time with Gwi-nam, etc....

-All the deaths around ep 2 or so also really set you up for some kind of “omg anyone could die at any time!” situation, when in reality everyone significant has plot armor from that point through ep 10 lol.

- I was kind of expecting that the hambie thing would be like, maybe if someone already has a ton of pent-up anger at people around them the virus affects them differently? They didn’t really go with that tho. 🤔 And this would explain Gwi-nam and Eun-ji’s situation, but not really Nam-ra (at least, not with the characterization of her that we got) and not the fact that seemingly nobody else became a hambie.  (I’m not assuming that getting a bite from Gwi-nam works differently, because other times when he bit people they just turned into standard zombies.) (All this is maybe more thought that the writers put into it lol.)

-Again, I don’t hate the version of the plot that we actually got, but with 12 hours to fill I think they definitely had time to dig into some areas of the story a little more than they ended up doing!

- I made another post about this already but: I’m fine with characters making dumb decisions, and I’m fine with things happening solely to set up something else down the line (that latter point is just good storytelling lol), but sometimes it was a BIT too transparent that random stuff was happening just to set up something else down the line? Eun-ji deciding to go down to the office and destroy all the phones (as if that does anything? as if that’s the biggest problem at that time??) was a big example of this, but Gwi-nam murdering the principal(???) and Cheong-san threatening to report him to the police (again, as if that means anything lol??) was another one.  I think I would have preferred it if there was a more natural and firmly established reason for Gwi-nam to be hell-bent on going after Cheong-san.

- All that said, the characters and relationships were basically fine imho.  Could have been more developed, especially since, again, we had 12 episodes!! But fine.

- I wish there was just a complete storyline with action building to a climax and some kind of final ending, but what else do I expect from Netflix at this point lol. 🤷‍♀️

[soapsilly]

The other Peter - Peter Parker Imagine

Pairings:  Peter Parker x Reader, Sibling!Peter Quill x Sibling!Reader

Summary/Request:   Hello there, I have this funny idea in my head about the reader being star lords sister and dating peter parker. To not mix up the peters she always adds some little nicknames to their name and the other avengers make fun of it.

(Y/N/N) = Your nickname

And remember: Requests are open!

(Y/N) will be Star Lord’s adopted sister due to the timeline and age differences being wonky otherwise. Besides apdopted family is just as real as biological family.

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“Peteeeer!” (Y/N) screamed. 

Not even thirty seconds later her boyfriend, the one and only Peter Parker, stuck his head into her room, “Yes, love?”

His girlfriend’s mood lightened immediately when she saw him, “Oh no no, I didn’t mean you. I was looking FOR MY ABSOLUTE IDIOT OF A BROTHER!” 

She got louder towards the end of her sentence in hopes of her brother hearing her. Peter released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. 

“Thank God. I couldn’t figure out what I did to get you this mad.”

“Yeah. I’m not yet used to having two Peters in my life. I should find a way to seperate the two of you,” (Y/N) figured, “Actually let me try right now”

She sent her lover a wink, drew in a deep breath and screamed even louder than she had before “PETER ‘STAR-DOUCHE’ QUILL! YOU GET YOUR ASS HERE RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME!”

“Jeez, (Y/N) no need for the yelling.. or the insult.. I heard you the first time. How was I supposed to know you meant me and not the other Peter? What’s gotten into you anyways?” her brother appeared in her room, figuratively holding his ears. 

“If you don’t stop eating my snacks you’ll be downgraded to the ‘other Peter’ real soon. We’re not in space anymore. If you want snacks, you go to the store and get some!” she lectured him.

Peter Parker let out a snicker, he liked how his girlfriend didn’t take shit from anybody - but he supposed that was a side effect from growing up in an all male crime syndicate in space.

The two siblings quarreled back and forth some more which ended in (Y/N)’s older brother leaving to the store to replace her snacks.

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“So. Your spaceships run on what fuel exactly?” Tony asked (Y/N), interested in potential alternatives to conventional gas.

“You should really ask 80s Peter about it. He knows better than me”, the girl answered, not really up for that type of conversation.

“80s Peter?” Tony was amused by her little nickname, “Am I 70s Tony then?”

“Nah, there isn’t any other Tony around, but there’s two Peters so I need to somehow seperate the two. Haven’t really come up with an effective way though. I started calling the Peter from the 80s ‘old Peter’ but he didn’t like that. Now he’s just Peter from the 80s”, she explained.

“Well alright, (Y/N) from the 2000s”, Tony teased her a he left the room to find the ‘old Peter’.

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“What are you guys doing?” Clint and Natasha entered the living room on the main floor.

“Baby Peter is showing me how to use my new laptop”, (Y/N) explained.

“Baby Peter?”, her boyfriend furrowed his brows “I’m not a baby, (Y/N/N). Can’t you find something else to call me?”, Peter started to whine. Which caused Natasha to raise one eybrow and shoot him a look, he couldn’t be serious.

“Speter?”

“No.”

“Pete-o Burrito?”

“No.”

“Charlotte?”

“What? Like the spider in ‘Charlotte’s web’?” Peter asked.

His girlfriend nodded her head eagerly.

“Nooo”, he whined again.

“You realize you could just use ‘Peter’ for one of them and ‘Pete’ for the other?”, Nat offered. She couldn’t stand to hear any other ridiculous attempts from (Y/N) to name her boyfriend anymore.

“Well, she’s got a point though. I think Baby Peter is pretty fitting considering how cute and tiny he is”, Clint said thoughtfully.

Peter just let out an exaggerated sigh, whereas (Y/N) couldn’t hide her giggles.

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“Hey look at that meme the other Peter sent me”, (Y/N) held her phone out so her brother could see.

“I don’t get it. What is ‘yeet’ even supposed to mean?”, he asked.

“It basically means-” (Y/N) started to explain but was interrupted by Peter Quill snatching the phone out of her hand.

“What is this? ‘Peter #1′ ? He’s number one? When did that happen? You’ve known me for way longer than him. I’m your brother for crying out loud. I should be number one. I even stopped eating your snacks, so you really don’t have no excuse for downgrading me!”, his voice got high pitched towards the end.

“Goddamnit Quill. Sounds like you’re Baby Peter from the way you’re whining”, Rocket called him out. 

(Y/N) left the room when her brother grew even more frustrated and started to have a fight with Rocket. 

Right when the situation got heated Gamora stopped them “Peter! Enough. This is a stupid thing to fight about. What is your problem?”

“I should be number one. I’ve seen her grow up. I taught her to fly a spaceship and how to fight. What did the spider-boy do for her?”, he was upset, his little sister would just replace him for a younger Peter.

“He makes her happy, Peter. Can’t you see how she’s coming out of her shell. You did a great job being her big brother but she’s never been around anybody her age. She’s finally able to behave like a normal girl and Peter Number One is helping her with that. You should be happy she’s gained one more person that cares for her.” Gamora explained.

“Yeah I guess you’re right but… wait. Did you just say Peter Number One?”

Gamora whinced at her slip up “Well yeah. We can’t all have our own order for the Peters. Nobody would know whom the other one is talking about. So it’s really easier to just have this one order instead of two different ones.”

Peter looked at her for a short second but then threw his hands in the air and left the room.

“You know you’re my number one always!” Gamora shouted after him. 

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“Whose dishes are those on the counter?” Steve asked the other Avengers in that were gathered in the kitchen.

“They belong to the Peter with the birthmark on his butt”, Wanda answered.

“Which one was this again?” 

“Quill”, Clint answered.

“No. It’s not.” Gamora denied.

Ever since (Y/N) started giving her Peters nicknames the Avengers adapted them to seperate the two Peters. At first they just used them to make fun of them but soon enough realized they were using the nicknames unironically. However as the nicknames grew more and more abstract everybody had trouble remembering which one was which.

“This needs to stop. I don’t want to know who got what birthmarks on their butts. F.R.I.D.A.Y. tell (Y/N) and the Peters to come down here.” Tony decided to stop this madness.

“Of course, Mr. Stark. (Y/N), Neater Peter and Drill Quill. Mr. Stark wishes to see you in the kitchen.”

When the three arrived in the kitchen the others were waiting for them already.

“What is this? An intervention?” Peter Parker joked.

“Kind of”, Natasha said.

“This nickname nonsense needs to stop. I understand that it’s complicated to have your boyfriend and brother share a name. I can imagine it to be quite awkward in certain situations if you get what I mean. But this has gone too far. We’ll find a solution now. Each one of the Peters gets their respective name now and then it’s settled.” Tony elaborated.

“Well, what are we supposed to do? I’ll definitely won’t start calling my boyfriend Spiderman.” (Y/N) protested.

“Pete and Peter??” Natasha grew frustrated. The solution sounded so easy to her.

“No. Too generic. Too easy to slip up. Won’t work.” Peter Quill denied.

“What else are we supposed to do?” (Y/N) wondered.

“I am Groot”, the tree offered.

The whole room turned to look at Groot. The Avengers looking at the Guardians waiting for an explanation.

“Yeah. That could work.” Quill said thoughtfully.

“Why didn’t we think of that before?” his sister facepalmed.

“Why didn’t you say anything before, you Dumb-Bark? We’ve been using those stupid nicknames for two weeks!” Rocket scolded his friend.

“I am Groot”

[rinnnyxr]

Unpopular opinions you agree with

**Pineapple belongs on pizza **

Oreos in milk are overrated

New Disney is better than old Disney

K-pop isn’t good 

Riverdale is overrated

Being childish isn’t a bad thing

Tarantulas are cute

Books are better than movies 

Beards on men are ugly 

Snapchat isn’t that cool 

Taylor Swift’s albums are overrated

Cooked vegetables are better than fruit 

“The Kissing Booth” movie isn’t that good 

“Money can’t buy happiness” isn’t real

Black coffee is better than all other coffee

Converses are uncomfortable 

“The Incredibles 2″ is overhyped

Soccer isn’t fun sport to watch

**Ketchup is nasty **

Donuts are gross

Cats better than dogs  

Beyoncé is overrated 

Android is better than Apple 

Sprite is better than Pepsi or Coke

Trump is a good president

Peanut butter is disgusting 

Soda tastes terrible

Tacos are gross 

**Teens use their phone too much **

Vanilla is better than chocolate

Yeezys are ugly 

Pizza is gross

School is fun

Sardines are delicious

Despacito was not a good song at all 

Croptops are ugly

Honey is disgusting

**Metal music is amazing **

Showering at night is better than showering in the morning 

It’s annoying when people say “bless you” after you sneeze and they should mind their own business

Cake is not that good

Waking up early rules

Staying friends with your exes is fine and healthy 

Concerts are not fun 

Watching a movie at home is better than watching a movie in theaters

Anything fewer than four “ha”s in a “hahahaha” text is rude

Cats just seem more human than dogs

Getting presents is more stressful than it’s worth

Strawberries get more credit than they deserve

Taking a nap is usually a bad idea

**It’s better to be hot than cold **

Vegetables are better than dessert

Christmas is not the best holiday, not by a long shot 

^Thanksgiving is the best holiday 

Karaoke is only fun if you are a good singer and love attention. It’s horrifying for the rest of us 

There’s no reason to send cards in 2020. It’s a waste of trees

**Talking on the phone is easier and better than texting **

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Texting Slang I Use

ily | idk | wtf | ttyl | stfu | cuz | rn | kms |** lol | wth** | oml | tmr | brb | lmao | ty | smh | np |** ikr | nvm** | idgaf |** ur | btw | idc** | bc

Parties Hosted before Friends make me go Prom Only eats the food Sings along Doesn’t talk to anyone Family parties Goes at least 1 a year Went with bf/gf Made new friend(s) Never drank Hooked up with someone Sitting the whole time Dances Prefers to stay at home School dances Stayed up all night Goes with friends Invited but does not go Drank mysterious liquid Got drunk Social with everyone DJ-ed a party

My Crush boy glasses older than me stylish long hair brunette short techie smart shy girl braces blue eyes freckles red hair younger than me rich short hair popular tall book worm plays a sport brown eyes blonde

Different Types of Virgo 1, The CEOs sensitive but doesn’t show it rolling their eyes for your drama wears black clothes a lot “my time is precious” lets failures define their self-worth doesn’t give up easily 4/6 2, The Beauty Queen discounted clothes are the absolute best not gonna be anyone’s side hoe insecure with their looks perfectionist mentality congenial, tires to be kind not ashamed of their sexuality 6/6 3, The Motherly Type holds grudges makes sure you eat well underappreciated to the core tries to help you in any way possible patient but easily irritated gets excited when you ask them about something they’re a pro at 5/6 4, The Chill Intellectual thrifts clothing 4/20 friendly watched documentaries about topics has so many conspiracy theories doesn’t give a fuck, just wants to have some peace good grades without trying 2/6

When a Virgo Is Sad “I’ll joke about my pain haha” “Fuck I’m lonely” Stressing out for no reason Tries hard not to cry Still tryna be there for people “Wow, I’ve been made the bad guy again..nice” “No one appreciates me” In need of romance or just comfort?

Inside The Mind of a Virgo

**“Bruh” **| resilience | being smart af | y’all are gonna miss me when I’m gone” | being good at listening | checking up on friends because you care | not realizing how beautiful you are | :( | boss ass bitch that’s goofy | not apologizing for speaking the truth | “fuck you but fuck me” | bravery | empathy | cackling over the fact that their friends ended up hurt after they didn’t take the advice the gave | a whole Pinterest board of cute outfits | cute baby animals | hating group projects with dumb people

You as a Friend Spamming memes Giving your friends life-changing advices You’re witty Trying your best to make time for friends So nice to everyone else but hard on yourself The biggest crackhead Would literally lock friends up if they try to text their exes

Five Things That Annoy You Always feeling like you’re self-inviting yourself to an event Being behind slow walkers in busy areas Deadlines on important tasks Ignorant people who think they’re smart “Just get over it, look on the brighter side”

Things You’ve Google Searched Before What do my dream mean? Pornhub Good sleep tips WebMD am I dying? Heartbreak music People falling over

Random Lush for cash Needing therapy Masking pain Being called the “office bitch” Being the mom friend Comfort food Laughing at who your exes downgraded to Overanalyzing everything people say to you You’re helpful People have called you cute before You can’t tolerate dumb people You can either be really friendly or would put a gun to people’s heads “Existence is pain” Just wanting to get shit done You have great problem-solving skills You’re passionate and hard-working You feel uncomfortable when people are too giving with you You’re anxious You’re friendly but skeptical Expecting the worst Very frequent mood changes You’re romantic lowkey Ghosting toxic people You take good photos You’re open to constructive criticism You’d do anything for family You like to get shit done asap Sad over childhood nostalgia Being a ride or die friend Personality over looks Wanting to be a kid again highkey Wanting to be in control Kinda patient You have to deal with idiots on a regular “Why the fuck aren’t the dishes arranged in alphabetical order?” “I literally did not ask for your opinion” Stressing out over nothing important “Gosh I should’ve stayed home today”

Rate how important you think each of these is in a partner from 1-10 (1= not important/don’t care, 10=very important)

Speaking the same language   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Living in the same city   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Living in the same country   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Not swearing   **1 **| 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Good hygiene   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Similar interests as you   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Them not living with their parents   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Being employed/having a good job   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

The amount of money they have   **1 **| 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Being good in bed   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | **5 **| 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Being good with kids   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Playfulness   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Height   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |** 8** | 9 | 10

Going to the same school/work   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

How popular they are   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Their body/built   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Having good hair   1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

[tvehyungs-gf]

83, 5, 13 with jungkook please

They don’t know about us - Jungkook Drabble

✧ They can’t hurt you anymore.✧ I need you.✧ You know I’d do anything for you.

“I need you.” Your text read. Tears dripped from your tired eyes and onto the screen of your phone without care. Hesitantly, you pressed send and locked your phone before tossing it on the empty space beside you on the couch.

Your heart ached with hurt, the messages you read earlier made you feel some type of way. You knew not to read them but when they all came so suddenly at once, you couldn’t help it. They all disliked you, no, hated you for no reason; not even for a good logical reason. They didn’t even know you, yet, it was so easy for them to hate you.

You knew it was bound to happen; honestly, you expected it too, but it didn’t stop it from hurting. You both knew that your actions cause consequences but damn you for being in love.

When you both stepped out of that black car, with black face masks and hoodies adorned over your heads, tears were spilling from your eyes. He was only going to go away for a month, for business and work reasons pertaining to BTS, but it was still hard for both of you. Especially when it was at a time in your life where you really needed him to be there for you. Unfortunately, work calls and you had to get over the fact that you wouldn’t see for quite some time.

You thought that the cameras and fans weren’t going to be there, as the boys and their staff picked a time where it was unexpected, no less at a reasonable time. It was 3:45 in the morning, at the very back of the airport. Everyone was sure it was going to be okay, but when people have money and a will stronger than stone, it won’t ever be okay - not when saesengs exist and unloyal staff who only worry about how much of payment they receive.

Jungkook held you in his arms for a while, his forehead leaned against yours and his lips peppering you with kisses every other second. “I’m going to miss you so much, Y/N.”

Your eyes trailed away from his lips and to his glossy ones. His eyes screamed sadness and desolation. He hated being alone, away from you. Most importantly, he hated leaving you home alone to fend for yourself during a time when you needed him. “I’m going to miss you too, Koo, but time will go by faster than we expect it to.” You tried to lighten the mood and be optimistic.

“I don’t like leaving you at home by yourself. Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Jungkook’s face etched worry in a matter of seconds as his hands slid from your waist and to the front of your hoodie, his palm placed firmly against your stomach.

“We’ll be okay.” You assured him with a small smile. “It’s only a month.”

Jungkook let out a sigh but you open shook your head and slid your hand into the hand that was pressed on your stomach. “Don’t worry, Jungkook. I’ll text you every morning and every night.” You squeezed his hand in hopes it’ll reassure him. “I promise.”

“Okay.” He reluctantly agreed. “I know it’s hard for us right now, given our situation, but we’ll figure it out as soon as we get back. Okay? The company has our support, Hitman Bang has our support, the boys have our support, and our families have our support.”

“But the fans…” You bit your lip, looking down at your shoes. Only in a few months, you won’t even be able to see the tip of your toes. “How are they going to react?”

Your boyfriend had no words, instead, he lifted your chin and rested his forehead on yours. “Truthfully, I don’t know. But I don’t care. I love you too much to ever let you go.”

“I love you too, Koo.”

His lips molded together with yours for a while, but he knew it was time to go when Namjoon placed a hand on the younger’s shoulder. Jungkook pulled away, eyes watering again. “I’ll be back soon. I’ll facetime you when we land.”

You nodded and hugged him one last time. “I’ll see you in a month. Have fun, okay?”

Jungkook smiled curtly before gathering his suitcase and regrouping with the staff and the boys. They all waved goodbye and walked off. You sighed as you slid your sunglasses back on and pulled up your face mask. Turning around, you sent the driver and one of the managers who stayed behind a nod and got in the car with them.

However, as soon as you stepped foot in your flat, your phone started to go off with notifications.

Confused, you opened up a text message from one of your best friends. “Check out this article, like right now Y/N. What are you guys going to do?”

With your heart racing, you clicked on the article and immediately you were greeted with photos of you and Jungkook at the airport from just a mere thirty minutes ago. They were all captioned with, ‘Jungkook’s girlfriend finally revealed! She’s ugly, fat, and styleless!’.

A slow pain.

At the bottom of the page were comments. One read, ‘So this is the chick he’s been hiding for how long? He kept hyping her up but I was so let down with how ugly she actually is!’

Burning.

Another read, ‘She’s so fucking hideous! He could have all the girls in the world and he chose her. lmao, she’s such a downgrade from IU. And is she pregnant? Ya’ll eye–’

Through.

‘C’mon guys, he’s obviously doing charity work by being with her lol xD’

Your entire.

‘She’s just average. I can care less for her and their relationship but he can do a lot better.’

Body.

‘I found out her name, it’s Y/L/N Y/N. She’s a fulltime student and her IG and twitter is…’

Tears poured down your cheeks as you fell to the floor. Your phone flew across the floor as you cried, your hands covering your face. They all hated you.

But that was a month and a half ago. You thought that they would all come to the fact that they’re being rude and unreasonable, but boy were you wrong. It only got worse when Big Hit had addressed the situation and confirmed the news.

“With the recent news and articles on Jungkook, we apologize that our fans had to find out this way. We wished we were able to announce the news on our own accord, but unfortunately, we were too late. However, we decided it best if we clarified the news for any misunderstandings.

We do wish if you can give Jungkook some time to figure things out, as this is his personal matter. We also would like to ask of you to give, Y/N, some personal space as well.

The recent images and news that have been circulating around are indeed true. Unfortunately, these pictures were taken without permission. Please check up on our airport photography rules. We ask of you to please be considerate of other guests at the airport and as well as the members. Pictures are not meant to be taken at a private time. We have certain times where photography is allowed, however, at the time the picture was taken, it was not allowed. We ask of you to please do not repost or save any of these pictures.

Furthermore, we can confirm that Y/N and Jungkook are together. In a later time, we will address the pregnancy situation when Jungkook and Y/N are ready. Please give them the time and support they need. Thank you and sorry for the misunderstandings.”

As soon as Big Hit released the official statement, all hell went loose. The both of you were the talk of the town and it was such a misfortune that things had to turn out this way.

Jungkook knew the words were going to come - they always did. He wanted to do his best to save you from them by telling you not to read them, to ignore them, to forget about them. But it was all you see - all you hear. It was hard to go out in public without someone noticing you and whispering sly comments as you passed by. It was at the point where it locked you inside your own apartment. You couldn’t go outside even if you wanted too, not without a bodyguard at least.

And tonight was like any other night. Well, almost. Because tonight you couldn’t fight the urge to not read them. All your friends and family kept bringing it up and it was difficult to block them out. Plus, you wanted to see it for yourself. You needed to confirm what they were saying was right.

Five minutes haven’t even passed by after you texted your boyfriend when your front door burst open with him rushing inside. “Y/N!” He called out as he rushed to your side. “Why did you read it?” He asked. Jungkook fell to his knees as he placed his arms on top of your lap. You bit down on your lip. “I told you that you shouldn’t read those ridiculous and dumb things they’re saying because they’re not true. They don’t know you, they don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“They all hate me, Jungkook. They hate me because I’m dating you! They don’t even know me.” You sobbed, your sweater stained with your fallen tears. “It’s even worse when they all know that I’m pregnant. They hate me for carrying your child!”

“Not all of them!” He reasoned. “Don’t let all the negatives be all you see. See the positives, the real ARMYs. Many ARMYs support us, love.  

You nodded your head, even through a blurred vision, Jungkook looked effortlessly handsome. He held you in his arms as he comforted you. “They don’t know anything about us. They don’t know how much I love you, they don’t know how much I love our baby.” He pulled away just slightly to place a kiss on your belly. You smiled feeling a little bit better.

“They can’t hurt you anymore.” Jungkook stood up and sat down beside you. “I talked to the company and Hitman Bang. They’re getting everything under control.”

“You didn’t have to…” You sighed.

Your boyfriend shook his head adamently. “You know I’d do anything for you.” He smiled. “I already tweeted the fans and the staff had set up an interview for me to address the situation. I just want to tell the world that you’re mine.” He sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder. “I know that you’re not ready for us to go public yet and I really feel guilty that we ended up going public without any of our consent. ”

“Baby, it’s not your fault.” You assured him. “It’s okay. I think it’s time for us to go public anyway. We kind of… don’t have much of a choice.”

Jungkook chuckled helplessly. He had been feeling guilty for the past weeks, he felt as if he was the cause for everything. From encouraging you to go to the airport with him, to not using a condom, to not being careful, to being so careless of his actions, to being the cause of everything and your mishaps. Jeon Jungkook was guilty and it was going to take a whole lot to make him understand that it indeed not his fault at all.

“Still.” He looked down at his lap pathetically. “I’m the root of the problem.” He bit his lip with a frown. 

“Aish.” You rolled your eyes, your tears finally stopped flowing. “Jeon Jungkook! It’s not your fault! And I swear if you blame yourself one more time I will be very upset with you.” You folded your arms across your chest with a stern look displayed on your reddened puffy face. Jungkook looked up with wide eyes. “And like you said, the company is getting everything under control. The only thing we need to worry about now is what our next step is.”

“Our next step…” He bit his lip and looked at you. “Move in with me.”

“Huh?” Your eyes almost bulged out of your head. “Move in you and the boys in the dorm?”

“Ah!” Jungkook blushed. “No no. I mean,” He laughed awkwardly. “Let’s get our own place! We can have as many rooms as you want, like, we can have a nursery, a game room, a room turned into a walk-in closet because you know how much clothes I have and combined that with yours… actually, I think we might need two rooms just for our clothes. And maybe we can have a mini library for the baby and-”

You placed your lips on his to stop him from rambling. “Okay.” You agreed, your lips hovering over his. “I’ll move in with you.”

A smile spread wide as his face etched in content. “God, I love you so much Y/N.”

“I love you too, Koo.”

AN: halfway i got super duper inspired by one direction’s “they don’t know about us” i wished i added more of the ‘they dont know about us’ feel to it but maybe i’ll write another imagine or something based off of it.

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johnny bravo -  johnny goes to bollywood (pre-movie)

so clearly it wasnt the movie, i have no idea what episode this was really “episode 1″ was written the video had 4k views and the channel was obscure

but thats beyond the point since im still gonna review the shit out of this episode:

first to begin 

were greeted by a lovely bunch of indian women dancing and chanting in an inexistant language i guess (ps: the episode was in indian i think for some reason i havent looked it up either they actually have like i know the movie is americano-indiano w/e but why is this specific episode, which is it even an episode? i shoulda asked for a more precise one but who cares i dont 

so after being greeted by this, kinda racist doe but its the 90s the world still evolving cant except much from them can we? ill let it slide but its losing points not surprising but not cool anyway racism aint rad yo 

moving on: we see johnny laying on his couch, what he gonna do? well after watching an ad for “jiggy’s jiggalicious (extra-sexy-sexiness-leveling-up) hair gel” he decides to order some quick by the phone and dring drang the mailman comes to him quick and good 

handing the true power (gel) for johnnys hair, amazing really but like johnny doesnt even need it look at his fucking hair guys obviously the guy already puts an incredibly amount of gel actually this is what he looks like without his gel 

so im taking them a few points down there cause thats denying that johnnys hair is actually pretty well stylized in a jock kinda way but nah johnny aint even this close to that its different still adding +2 points to see his great french fries au naturel if you know what i mean,

next thing you know 

the gel works and johnny gets all the chicks outside like really ALL of them and not even only chicks an elephant, men, cars or w/e its a mess he learns fast that with great powers come great responsabilities but johnny isnt about it that guy literally sent the bill to his mama what are responsabilities? how is he even living alone? why is he in bollywood???? who the fuck knows, now it is

“johnnywood”

quickly he meets little girls, i feel like children helping johnny out or him seeking help to them is pretty much a recurring event in there like hes the lil oliver of the streets dogs kinda going with the big dogs trynna life that lifestyle learn the rules by them except he is the adult one and theyre just kids no ones gonna teach you shit johnny because you dont get teached in this hood you get ditched 

still pretty epic music going on there digged that dancing johnny sequence with his new hairstyle i get that his moves were great as i just said but apparantly the kids are the only ones not affected by them btw, because the hair gel makes him throws some sike dance there and there which charms people by zapping them with a sexiness-ray-lasers w/e 

now that he learned how dangerous the power of being hot and so sexy no one can resist you like no one and with the help of little girls (who are only helping against bubblegum otherwise ofc little girls wouldnt randomly help a grown man dancing 24/24h thats wack too wack and shit thank god johnny is mentally a kid or not? actually nothing can make it, out of contxt, less weird thinking about an adult man who keeps flexing hanging out with little girls daily or mostly so quite often either its his neighbour or just randos 

so next they try many things to stop j from being sexy except one thing ill tell later 

nothing works so johnny, pinky (youngest girl) and shinky (the older one) go to seek help from the great jiggy himself but the guard wont let them in like this

to get him to let them in our handsome fella shakes his muscles and 

the guard falls under his charm and let him in 

finally we meet jiggy himself and hes surrounded by his main and side hoes an entire harem of hot chicks all laying and touching him as he sits on his big throne slash chair, quickly THE MAN asks if johnny tried out all his different gels to which he answers positively after a flashback of everything theyve tried before coming to him and so ((ps: i want you guys to know about the two fucking great songs  following up in this scene (one with jiggy the man (i do not like that guy tbh  have you guys seen his ass? terrible its not even about his ass fuck his vibes is all i only go by johnny who has an excuse to be dumb(( aside from being a himbo))

back to whipping your sheeps: the question: “have you washed your hair with water?”

ofc he hasnt so we discover a big thing here, bravo is dumb so very dumb man wait no that aint a surprise yet it still has something behind it: how often does he even shower? he must be well kept since he takes big pride in his body though he just forgot to wash his hair with water? crazy idk what to think of this ill give my final words on this episode after the quick explaination im giving you here

so thats it btw he goes wash his hair, everything is back to normal, hes back in the getting-slapped after the good old “hot mamma” the balance is back on track 

in conclusion? 

well everyone  this was a very revealing episode and also one of the episodes where our man actually gets the chicks and the zoo but also  we learn shit like: 

he is in bollywood today! wow! gonna -1 this because it was not explained why and yea ill prob check the movie out

he forgets about washing your hair with water: asks the question “how many fucking times a month does he? is it all gel?” 

im downgrading this episode from 8 letters because of jiggys appareance fuck him and his ass, harem and whatnot 

also it was in indian(???) this is neutral im just reminding you the context ( yes the voices were fitting enough)

final thoughts: this was an average episode the music was 6/10(basic bollywood) , johnny acted like he always does: no brain cells are available theyre all cooking themselves some protein bars  as the other fews are taking fitness classes as we speak so they cant do their job 

what saved this? bravos moves thats all i have to say on this matter

tg, out

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48. Part 2

Pressing a kiss to Cartier’ cheek and then moved back to look at him “you so fat, I could eat you” he is actually a whole fatty and I love it “you gonna get so much love from me, we going to spend so much time together. You, me and then bae, you know bae she a whole ass meal” Cartier smiled at me “oh the blessings! Oh my child, you smiling at me? At me? So you love me now, is it because you realise I am a boss ass nigga that made you, you a young don son and I will give you all the love” bringing him closer to me so I can kiss his cheek again and then again “ugh! Are you done?” Sofia said at the side of me “oh you see that Cartier, I sense jealously, does momma want a kiss? I think bae wants a kiss too. Come here” she being a hater “keep it thanks, who is this new bae you got? Seeing I have downgraded to bubbles” laying Cartier down smiling “downgraded? Who said you downgraded? It’s because you got a nice bubble butt, I just want to devour it, I know your booty gone big Sofia Bundy, I see you. And Cartier we both seen her titties gone big too, daddy needs a taste” Sofia hid her face with her hand laughing “thanks but I’ll pass” she is playing “see how she plays Cartier, we need to make more babies. Look at the beauty we made, just look at him” pinching his fat cheek “that’s because he looks like me and I’m cute” looking at Sofia dumbfounded “girl you blind, you ain’t cute. You are bubbles, bubble butt” Sofia hit my shoulder “you calling me fat, I know you are. Are we here yet? Cartier and Cassius are both ganging up on me” she is being sensitive.

I love this little man so much already, I think the more I am around the more I feel for him. He shows me love, the smiles. I felt at first I didn’t have that, like he didn’t know me. I was a nobody and maybe because I didn’t get to do that during her pregnancy, I just didn’t feel it and I struggled and I thank Sofia for it, she pushed me and pushed me to do things. I didn’t feel like a father to him, being a dad is a title but feeling it is a different thing and I feel it, I feel the responsibility of being a father now and I do like it. Walking behind Sofia to the hotel reception desk, holding Cartier close to my chest. I have noticed he likes to be awake when out, he is awake a lot. Looking down at him, he looks so content in my arms and I love it. Pressing a kiss to his head “you are so cute” looking up at Sofia to see what she is doing, look at her ass though. Like on god her butt has grown, this is good but she thinks I’m calling her fat. Slowly walking over to her licking my lips, I was going to say something but she got called over. Poking my lips out in annoyance, I wanted to call her bubble butt. Making my way over to Sofia at the desk “yes it’s under Sofia Bundy” stood next to Sofia, turning Cartier in my arms so he is facing away from me so he can see. Sofia reached over and wiped some drool, the lady at the desk looked at me and then her eyes dropped to my son “is it three people?” She asked “no just me and my son” Sofia corrected her “I’m just her sperm donor” I said for her, making me feel like that, the lady smiled at me “he is handsome, how old?” Looking down at Cartier “he is a month and a half now, we went through a sperm donor program and that is why we know each other. I’m single” she is pretty “you’re petty” Sofia spat as I was just thinking she is pretty “I’m not am I though” the lady placed the keycard on the desk “I’m shocked you’re single” she is feeling me and I like it, let’s expose Sofia’ inner jealousy “I mean I think the same way, if you need a donor let me know” I know Sofia is glaring at me “I don’t think I want a baby just yet but if you are single you should totally take me out for a drink” she said “anyways bye” Sofia said, I know I have annoyed her.

Sofia ran off “wait! A man with a baby coming through” I shouted not wanting the elevator doors to close, some guy stopped the doors from closing “thank you sir” shuffling to the back with Sofia “imagine seeing you here” I said smiling at her, Sofia is actually so angry with me “so you do want me? I want you Sofia, it’s ok. I can see you do, I just feel like you don’t at times and you try to push me away. When you corrected her I was like am I nothing to you, we supposed to be family. You say to not be scared well I’m not anymore and I’m telling you that I love you and I want you back, I did it to annoy you but you the only girl I want” Sofia didn’t look at me but continued to pout “very big of you” the guy in the suit turned to me “you don’t hear much of that anymore, the word love. It’s not around anymore or it’s hard to find” I chuckled “I guess” the elevator pinged open, Sofia walked off “good luck” he said to me, I need it because she is not happy but she did it also.

Cartier fell asleep with all that running around I did with him, his momma tripping. I was only annoying her, she also annoyed me. Acting like I am just nothing “you lucky you got Cartier in your arms or I would keep you outside” oh she is mad, mad “well now I know you love me and want me naked on the bed, nice bed though. I feel like we can have some nice sexy time on this thing” Sofia looks so annoyed “are you done? Go and have a drink with the bitch downstairs, why are you even here?” I had to laugh, she is so annoyed “I want you though” chewing on my top lip “sure” shaking my head “you’re being irrational, you started it. You acting like you don’t want me around” Sofia pointed at me “liar, you want me to give in. I will give in when I want too” licking my lips shaking my head “just go, because I am seeing the girls anyways now” placing my hands on my hips “so I can’t sleep here tonight?” Sofia mean mugged me “ok fine, I will go. Just know I was just being petty like you but I want you. Ok?” walking backwards “you are my heart” walking backwards saying “close the door behind you” she loves me really.

Walking out of the hotel “where we going?” Ethan said as we walked towards my Range Rover “we are doing business, what else” it’s always good to be here because then I can get my business done, seeing my people stood outside “boss” dapping one of my niggas “oh shit, look who it is” placing my cigarette between my lips, Kalia loves me. She knows my every move, look at her following me “just in the area Cassius” lighting my cigarette, I want to laugh at her because she is a dumb bitch that can’t find fucking shit out about me. Moving my cigarette back “in the area huh? Nice to see you” walking around her “Cassius” Kalia said my name “yes ma’am” turning to her “be good now” I know they are watching me “I am always good, just look after your people” I grinned at her, like I know they are close to getting rid of Lloyd and I am getting his ass.

I am actually tired from all of the packing, I need a nap my damn self forget Cartier. Olivia said she is coming up now, she is not far from here but I honestly wanted to stay with my friends. I didn’t want to stay in this hotel, I didn’t want it but did I really want to put my son in danger, I think not but it’s lonely. Cassius went, well I am glad he did because he is going out of his way to annoy me, yes I got annoyed. It was just the simple fact Cassius was literally smiling at her, he was feeling her and I saw it but I know he did it because I made out we wasn’t a family, how sensitive is he or maybe I am the sensitive one. Knock on the room door, I knew she would be here any minute so I wasn’t going to start relaxing and sleep. Walking over to the door, dragging open the door “welcome to New York!” Olivia spat, hugging her “it’s good to be back bitch!” I spat, I do like being here myself because it’s like my home to be honest “I am so glad you are here, it’s just a better vibe. I can’t wait to go day drinking” Olivia walked into my room “I am a mother now, no drinking thanks” I cannot be drinking while here.

Olivia side eyed me “I will show you that fat bitch we used to call a friend, look” Olivia still follows her on IG “she follows me still but I don’t follow her at all” I said waiting for Olivia to show me “you know all of that shit happened, I didn’t want you to pick sides. You know that right? I don’t want to seem like the bad friend” Olivia waved me off “look she was fake, it was wrong. She didn’t do anything to us but if she can do that to you what would she do to us? There is no loyalty but look, this is Ivy and her daughter” Olivia turned her phone to me “oh my god, that is not her? What happened?” Ivy is not the same girl, she has gained “I am guessing depression got to her” Olivia said, she has changed a lot I am shocked “she wasn’t ready to be a mother, we knew that right?” I knew she wasn’t ready to be a mother but there she go having one “we know but she is stuck with it, her name is Destiny and Mia goes, she is Destined to have a trashy ass mother” I chuckled “that is mean” it is mean and funny actually.

“I saw your man outside” pulling a face “I have one?” I am confused “anyways, I did” she ignored me “why is he still floating around downstairs” he is so stupid “he has some boys there, he said hi but he seemed so happy. It’s nice to see him all smiles, like that guy I saw then was scary. He was not it, this is the Cassius” rolling my eyes “well he was busy liking the receptionist like some whore he is” Olivia whistled “chile, you bitter” my mouth fell open “excuse me?” is she real “yes? I mean continue” Olivia is a bitch “so anyways she goes room for three and I goes no two, then he started saying sperm donor and actually said it to her that he will be her donor, who does that?” I don’t fucking get it “erm, two people that want to have sex do? I mean come on, he wants you. I think he may have felt like he wanted to stay with you here? Then you just shut it down. All I know you both need to work it out” Olivia is always team Cassius.