#i’ll stick to my phone ig

[matty-bear]

someone tell me why that the only time i’m not in a writing block and am actually on a roll in terms of writing, my laptop dies 🧍‍♂️chat i don’t have my laptop charger on me sigh i wanna sob 😞

[pocketmousiie]

uue i finally decided i’m gonna tell my mom abt my main online friend group when she gets home,,

[mygnolia]

get better! | 3. meet my neighbor ig???

SMAU! synopsis -› in which your neighbor and popular twitch streamer park sunghoon breaks his arm, so he switches to vlog style content that matches up with yours! now everyone’s curious why 1) you have a cute boy in your apartment, 2) sunghoon’s not on his grind anymore, and 3) when are you two going to date!?

(2.2K WORDS, cw: food, y/n collects smiskis and sony angels LOLL)

You open the door to see a fist about to rain bruises on your forehead- and Sunghoon doesn’t expect for you to answer so quickly. He immediately retracts his hand, an apology tumbling from his lips as he drops his head in embarrassment. You wave it off, inviting him into your apartment.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” You greet, turning to face him expectantly, waiting for him to say something.

Sunghoon stares at the bare walls. “It’s…very new.” He comments, unsure of how to take in the plants in one corner, fluffy rug, half built coffee table, and extensive video editing equipment all ready to go near your balcony.

“What do I get for being the world’s best teacher?” You start. “Will you even let me on your stream?”

He cracks a smile. “Of course. You’ll have your own verified twitch badge and everything, too. What did you need help with, by the way?”

“I need to unpack my wall decorations. You’re tall,” You mention, walking towards another labeled brown box. “You can help me hang up my pictures.” You reach for cardboard with ‘photos’ scribbled over in marker, setting it down in front of Sunghoon. “Those two.” You point, and his eyes follow. “I marked on the wall where they all go.”

Sunghoon at least knows how to keep quiet, working with an efficiency as he refers to the pictures you’ve sent of where you want everything to go. You both move floppy potted plants near couches and decorate them with proper rugs and throw pillows. You realize how much better it is to have a second person, even if he was down an arm. Your living space changes from something plain, and as Sunghoon describes, ‘new,’ into something more personable.

“Help me build this shelf.” You say, and he frowns, looking at his right arm in a cast.

“And How am i supposed to do that?”

His words make you pause, forgetting that Sunghoon can’t just build furniture for you. “Okay. Let’s build it together. Then, I’ll set up my figurines, and I’ll help you film.”

With a nod from the streamer, you make your way towards the box, slowly taking out the pieces as Sunghoon lays them out. He eyes them carefully, making sure they’re in the right piles and opening the plastic.

“Okay, it says….I need..Where’s piece 236?”

He sighs and leans over, reading the instructions properly.

“It says 23 and 6.”

You frown, almost hitting him when you turn around to scowl. “Close enough.”

It continues that way for a while, and you finally finish building the cute shelf, leaning it against the wall and starting to put the figurines on as Sunghoon adds succulents to your kitchen.

“Let’s eat.” You half yell half suggest across the spacious room. “I’m hungry.”

“But we haven’t even filmed anything.”

You grab your keys off the kitchen counter and ignore him. “I’m craving toast.”

He laughs, following you down to the elevator. “You eat like a Victorian child.” Biting your lip, you pretend to be offended.

“And you look like one.” You weakly retort.

You make sure to bring your recording stick and smaller camera, playing with the settings before you record. “Hi guys!” Waving to the camera, you pan it over to Sunghoon, tilting it up for the camera to catch a glimpse of the mysterious figure next to you. “We’re getting lunch!” Across the parking garage, you see the somewhat busy cafe, but as one couple leaves, you usher Sunghoon to take the spot, commenting slightly to the camera.

When done ordering, the food comes in a cute yplace decorated with small animal doodles. As influencers, you’re both aware of the plaster social media life you have to live, taking out our phones and snapping photos that scream ‘date.’

Sunghoon pans the camera over, and the device catches the steam from the thick fluffy bread as he cuts a small piece, showing to the camera before trying it.

You stare at him, waiting for any change in expression.

“It’s really good, ____. Try it.” He nods, agreeing with the 5 star reviews.

“I got my egg a little crispy on the end,” You tell the recording, holding up a piece you cut before eating. Despite the simplicity, the eggs are well cooked and seasoned, and the addition of small vegetables on the side makes for a light meal. It’s not expensive, and in your opinion, it shouldn’t be- it’s literally eggs and toast. After a bit of small talk regarding the menu, you both agree to stop the recording.

Sunghoon speaks up. “I might have to leave early. The groupchat is telling me they want to play League of Legends.”

You falter, confused. “But you can’t even play.” Sunghoon’s heard the line so many times and rolls his eyes, exasperated. “I’ll just sit on stream and cheer them ob, or something.”

While you’re in no place to direct him around, you definitely have the means to judge Sunghoon a little for the things he does. “You work, right? Not just streaming?”

“Of course,” He answers casually, wiping the table and stacking the plates. “I am just another computer science major with an internship.” His tone makes you laugh, and you mirror his actions to make sure your table is clean, before returning the plates and leaving.

Despite inviting a stranger into your home for business talk, you seem to get along despite your rough start online, and he seems to not take anything too personally; a huge relief for you. When back in your apartment, you grab your better camera, making sure it’s properly adjusted to the sunlight that shines through and lights your living space.

After a glance around the room to take in how much work you two did, he speaks up. “What about the shelf, and your figurines?”

“Don’t worry about it. I want the natural lighting in the video.” You refer to how you want to avoid filming late.

Sunghoon leans back, observing not only the brand but also how easily you mess around with the features, keeping a mental note of the model.

“Smile.” You tell him, pointing the camera up to Sunghoon. He flashes a grin, and the corner of your lips turn up as the perfect amount of exposure makes for a great video cover. He raises an eyebrow, and you turn the camera around, showing him how it turned out, and he’s satisfied.

“Cute.” He mumbles.

“You love telling yourself that, huh?” You shake your head, mock disappointment on your features.

“I voice the general public.” He defends, smiling as he watches you get out your laptop and open a word document. “What’s that for?”

“Ideas.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I have plenty.”

You patiently watch as he rummages for his phone through his pocket and finding his notes app. Sunghoon’s positive he’s come prepared, practicing a sweet tone in the mirror and styling his hair just right.

He scrolls and scrolls.

It’s empty.

“Plenty?”

“In my head.” Sunghoon plays it off with a sheepish expression, suddenly embarrassed. You laugh at his sudden change in demeanor, continuing to tease him.

“Thanks for all of your help, mister ‘hooniebee.’

“I was trying to come up with video ideas last night, actually! I just fell asleep before I could write it down.”

“And you didn’t remember anything, huh?” You grin at the way he shrinks on your pink couch, quick to jot down some of the lingering thoughts from last night’s brainstorming.

“I’d say we start off with a ‘simple get to know you.’ Sunghoon’s suggestion is the same as yours, and you’re relieved to share the same train of thought.

Your excitement to teach him is infectious, and Sunghoon understands why people like you so much. Even if your stuff is still in some boxes or in the wrong places, you really do live an almost perfect life, and your beaming personality is no different.

“When it comes to vlogging, you learn what people like to hear. For my audience, they love to know about some video schedule updates as I’m doing small tasks, or simple life updates and explanations. If you’re as boring as the internet makes you out to be, then you got to start overexplaining.” He scoffs, crossing his arms the best he can with his cast.

“I’m not boring!” Sunghoon counters, running a hand through his hair and making himself presentable. “Start recording. Your audience will love me.”

You smile, clicking record without letting him know. “You sure?”

He nods. “Pickles Fan Club will become my fans. Promise.”

You turn to the camera, flashing a bright smile.

“Thinking and thinking about… Hi everyone! It’s ___ and you’re here rent free!” Your introduction is cute, and Sunghoon realizes that when you pause, it’s his turn to introduce himself, and he panics.

“Buzz Buzz.” He hurries, a wave of embarrassment crashing over him. You laugh, motioning at the camera to cut this part out through your quiet laughter.

“That’s not bad at all!” You promise, turning to him. Sunghoon gives you a blank stare, and your optimistic look fades just a bit. “You just can’t sound like you hate saying it.” You advise. “Buzz Buzz…what you do call your fans?”

He pauses, heat rushing to his face. He glances up, noticing the way you raise your eyebrow as you wait.

“Bae-bees.”

A grin spreads across your face, and you can’t help but find amusement in the situation. “Bae-bees??”

Sunghoon rubs his face with his one hand, waving you off. “They like it.” He promises weakly. “You named your fans after your cat.”

“So be it.” You conclude, turning to the still recording camera. “Say it.”

He shakes his head, letting out a quiet groan of disapproval before sucking in a breath, flashing a bright smile at the camera, and you anxiously watch. “Buzzin’ over here is your favorite Hooniebee! Hi guys!” He offers a little wave, and looks at you for approval.

Your satisfaction is plastered all over your starry smile. “That was really good.” You praise, and Sunghoon smiles, suddenly feeling bashful.

You turn the camera back, and start talking about what you two plan to talk about in your video. You introduce the mysterious boy as your broken armed neighbor, and you two laugh about how you met, listening as he teases you and reads direct quotes of texts from his phone. You two have natural chemistry in front of the camera, and whether that’s from your personalities or your ability to perform in front of a camera, you’re not sure.

You continue to ask questions about him, almost like a podcast as you two exchange witty banter and comments. You talk about his college life, he shares some drunken interactions, and talks about how much he appreciates his fans for sticking along. You think it’s all very sweet, the way he talks about his ‘bae-bees’ with so much adoration. You chime in, agreeing with Sunghoon’s thankful comments.

“I think that’ll be enough for the getting to know you part! We should do a quick apartment tour.” You pick up the camera, adjusting any hair and making a face before panning it over to Sunghoon, who just waves. His still slightly awkward demeanor can’t be helped, but it makes him all the more swoon-worthy to everyone who sees him.

You ramble about what you’ve started to put together, reminiscing to your long time fans about certain pieces of memorabilia that you had to let go. Sunghoon follows you around and adds a bit of commentary, even if it’s only to make jokes or make fun of you for not being able to build an ikea shelf around him.

The video ends when your half finished apartment has been toured, and you cut the recording after some cheerful waves to the camera.

“How do you think?” Sunghoon looks over at you when you ask for his input, nodding.

“I think it went pretty well. Pretty natural, or at least I hope. I’m not too boring, am I?” Sunghoon rubs at his neck sheepishly, and it takes a refusal from you for him to look up.

Offering him a nod of a approval, you say, “You did great, everyone will love it.”

Finally looking over the recording, you realize you might have to raise Amber’s pay, for how much footage there is.

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[lam-ila]

✧ Maleeha’s 300 Follower Celebration ✧

hi friends!! i hit 300 followers on here which is absolutely insane to me! this tumblr blog is literally just a mumble jumble of my brain and i’m so happy that you guys stick around for everything! i appreciate all of you for being here, whether you’re here for my fics, my chaotic lbs, or my reblogs about my non-sport related interests. i’m so grateful for all the friendships i’ve made on here. y’all are my little friends in my phone and i adore you all so much ❤️❤️

okie, onto the celly!!

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[rizlowwritessortof]

A Little Rowdy

Laney Marcus returns from a leave of absence to a new boss - Sheriff Beau Arlen. From day one she finds out that easy Texas charm is hard to resist. But maybe resistance isn’t the way to go...

Pairing: Beau Arlen x OC Laney Marcus

Word Count: 6032

Warnings: Non-graphic talk of abusive relationship, fluffy smut

HUGE THANKS to my beautiful friend Michele (@editsbymichele on IG) for making the lovely header!! And thank you so much to @firefly-graphics for the dividers!

Laney opened a drawer to stow her bag, eyes scanning over the top of her desk. It felt good to be back, although she was dreading the possible backlog of emails she had waiting for her. Now that Sheriff Tubb was gone, she’d have to acclimate to a new boss, too.

“Laney, you’re back!”

She turned at the sound of Poppernak’s voice, instantly enveloped in a bear hug from the big man. “Hey, Mo,” she said, muffled for a moment in his chest before moving back to grin up at him. “Good to see you, too.”

“How’s your mom?”

“She’s doing great now, thanks for asking. She said to tell you hi.” Laney moved back to her desk and sat down while he perched himself on the corner. “So, how’s it going with the new sheriff?”

“Great! He’s a good guy, I think you’ll like him. Hard not to.” Mo turned his head as the front door to the office opened, and grinned. “Speak of the devil. Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

She stood, trailing behind the big deputy as he met the sheriff on his way to his office. “Morning, boss. Someone here you should meet.”

“Hey, Pops. Well, how did I miss you?” he smiled, sticking a hand out towards Laney. “Beau Arlen.”

She shook his hand, his grip firm and warm. “Hi, sheriff. I’ve heard good things. I’m Delaney Marcus, everybody just calls me Laney. I’m the office manager.” He looked a little confused, so she continued. “I’ve been on a leave of absence. My mom was sick, and then had surgery, so I’ve been in Bozeman helping her out. Just got back this morning.”

He nodded in understanding. “She’s doing okay now?”

“She’s much better now, thanks.” She smiled up at him. He was tall. And extremely good-looking. And he had the most beautiful green eyes, eyes that were focused entirely on her as she spoke. “If you have any questions about what I do here…”

“Yeah, why don’t you grab yourself a cup of coffee and come on into my office, we can get to know each other a little better.” He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a completely disarming way, and she nodded.

“Sure, I’ll be right in.”

A half-hour later, she was still in his office, put at ease by his effortless Texas charm. “So, you run all the basic supply/vendor aspects of the office, help with phones, correspondence, sometimes dispatch, and you’re like my political bullshit shield?”

Laney laughed. “I’m more like a buffer. If there’s a report or something being requested by the City Council or Mayor - or from the City Police Department - that doesn’t need your direct involvement, I take care of it so you don’t have a pile of time-wasting crap on your desk.”

“Sounds like a political bullshit shield to me!” he grinned.

“Well, anything I do have to handle, I will be running it past you for your approval before I respond, but other than that, I do what I can to free you up to take care of the important stuff.”

“Well, I don’t know who’s been filling in for you while you were gone, but I haven’t had to deal with much of anything like that.”

“I’m glad you weren’t bombarded while I was away.” She stood up with a sigh, and he rose to his feet as well. “I suppose I should get out there and actually do my job now. If you need anything from me, just let me know.”

“Same here. Welcome back, Laney.”

They exchanged smiles, and she left his office, settling herself behind her desk and preparing to tackle her email. Those green eyes and stunning smile still had the butterflies in her stomach fluttering, but she had work to do. “Come on, Laney. Focus,” she muttered to herself, opening the first email and digging in.

Several weeks later, things had calmed down to a routine. Beau (he insisted on her calling him ‘Beau,’ not ‘Sheriff’) was incredibly easy to work with, but he was haunting her thoughts way more than was comfortable. The man was too charming for his own good, attractive as hell, and the timbre of his voice sent heat zapping through her at the most inopportune times. She found herself avoiding all the invitations to after-work drinks with her co-workers, not trusting herself with the combination of alcohol and attraction. She would glance up and find his eyes on her often, as well, and that was not helping the situation. Even when she filled in at dispatch, she found herself forgetting to breathe as his voice came back to her over the radio. She had to get a handle on her infatuation, or it was going to drive her crazy.

Jenny Hoyt came to plop down in the chair next to her desk one day, a friendly grin on her face. “We’ve barely had a chance to talk, girl. Good to have you back. But we haven’t gone out for a drink together in ages. Is everything okay?”

She smiled at her friend, leaning back in her chair. “I just – I don’t know, haven’t been really ready to hit the bar yet, I guess.”

Jenny’s smile widened knowingly. “Avoiding someone?”

Laney closed her eyes and sighed. “Is it that obvious?”

Jenny laughed quietly. “Probably only to me. I know, because I was there myself for a hot minute – I recognize the look.”

“So you and…”

“No. Nothing ever came of it. He was still pretty wrapped up with his ex, and my mom was back, and everything was kind of a mess. And then I met Matt, and… our moment just kind of passed. We’re good friends, and he’s a great guy. And now Carla’s finally out of the picture. I think he’s kinda got a thing for you, too. I mean, maybe you should just give it a shot.” Laney wrinkled her nose, doubt in her eyes. “Seriously, Laney. just think about coming out with us some night. I think it’d be good for both of you.”

“I’ll work on my nerves.”

“Good. Do that.” The blonde rose to her feet. “Guess I’d better get to work. Talk later.”

Laney sent her friend off with a smile, turning back to the letter she’d been typing. The thought of letting her guard down around Beau was terrifying. Or maybe exciting. Probably an equal measure of both. She glanced up to see Jenny and Mo finishing a quiet conversation, and his eyes landed on her. She looked down at her desk with a rueful smile. Those two – they were conspiring. She should have known.

Laney shut down her computer and shifted gears, heading over to the dispatch area. Marvella, who usually worked this shift, had needed to come in late, so she was filling in for a few hours. She took over for the previous dispatcher, who had just sent Beau and Poppernak out for a domestic disturbance call a few miles outside of town.

“Okay, have a good night,” she said, slipping into the chair and putting the headset on. She looked at the information on the screen and stopped breathing for a moment when she saw the familiar address. She hit the button to transmit, her heart pounding. “Base to Sheriff One.”

“Sheriff One, go ahead.” Poppernak’s voice cracked back on the radio.

“What route are you taking to the scene?”

“We’re on Highway 29 going west.”

“Alternate route. You should turn north on Patterson Road.” She could hear Mo as he relayed the instruction to Beau, who was driving. A few more seconds passed, then Mo came back.

“Okay, we’re on Patterson.”

“Go two miles, turn west at the Weichman Dairy sign. Then 3 miles, and right after the third intersection, take a left. That’s a back drive into the place. You may be able to get in without him seeing you coming. The back door of the house is usually unlocked.”

“10-4, Base. Thanks for the heads-up.”

Laney listened, every muscle tense, responding as they reported themselves on scene and waiting, almost afraid to breathe, for any news. Domestics were always touchy, and this one – this one had the potential to be bad. It seemed like forever before Beau’s voice came over the radio stating suspect in custody and requesting that she dispatch an ambulance. She breathed a sigh of relief that Beau and Poppernak were safe and called it in. Apparently he’d managed to do some damage before they arrived, but hopefully his victim would be okay.

It was a while before the scene was cleared, the ambulance on its way, and the sheriff and deputy on their way back to the station. Marvella had arrived, and Laney gladly surrendered the chair to her, filling her in on the pertinent information and chatting for a few minutes before heading back to her desk to grab her things.

The front door opened, and soon Beau and his prisoner came into view. She turned, watching with arms folded, a little knot in her stomach. The handcuffed prisoner’s eyes drifted her way and he stopped, his mouth in an ugly snarl. “You fucking bitch!” Laney glared back at him, her chin raised a little in defiance.

“Hey!” Beau’s voice echoed through the room, and he roughly shoved at the man’s shoulder. “Shut your mouth and move your ass!”  Laney stood there unmoving as he steered his prisoner to the back room where the holding cell was located.

Poppernak came in, stopping for just a second to ask, “You okay?” and moving on as she nodded. She was still standing there, her arms clutched around herself, when Beau came back, concern on his face, leaving Mo to book their suspect.

“Laney? You all right?” he asked softly, and she nodded, gnawing at her lip and staring straight ahead. Beau put a hand on her shoulder, and she finally lifted her gaze to his.

“Yeah. I just – yeah, I’m fine. It’s just been a while since I’ve seen him.”  

Beau opened his mouth, then closed it deliberately and nodded. “Okay. Story for later on, I think.  After a couple of beers maybe.”

She avoided his eyes, asking softly, “So – is she going to be okay?”

“Thanks to you. We went in quiet, just in time. He had a gun on her. She’s got some injuries, but nothing life-threatening. If we wouldn’t have been able to surprise and disarm him, she’d be dead. You saved her life.”

“No, you saved her life. I just gave you directions.”

“Directions we wouldn’t have had without your help. You did good, Laney.” He looked down at her steadily until she finally met his gaze. “So… I know you’re not big on going out for drinks after work, but – Pops and I, we’d really like you to come along. Have a coke if you don’t want to drink or whatever. But we were a team tonight, and we saved somebody, got the bad guy. It’d be good for you to celebrate a little.”

She smiled, then let out a little sigh. “Okay.”

Beau grinned. “Good, meet you at the Boot Heel.”

“Right behind you.”

The waitress couldn’t help but smile as she brought the next round to the table, the laughter was contagious. Laney was in the middle of a story about herself and Poppernak from their days in high school. “We literally skipped the last day of our senior year, and then we were stupid enough to drive around the school to wave at everybody still sitting in English class. Mr. Claussen stared at us out the window, pointed at us, then down, like ‘get your asses in here.’ Busted.”

Beau shook his head, still laughing. “I can’t believe two straight-laced employees of the sheriff’s department would pull a stunt like that!”

Laney shot him a look. “I’m sure you’ve got a few stories from back in the day, mister.”

He smirked. “More than a few. But Laney, I just pictured you the type to be studiously doing your homework every night and running for homecoming queen.”

She snorted. “I was not the homecoming queen type. At all.”

Mo geared back in his chair with a grin. “You know, her nickname our senior year was ‘Rowdy.’”

Beau cocked an eyebrow, looking at him expectantly. “Okay, this I’ve gotta hear.”

The deputy turned his head, looking at Laney, who was shaking her head, eyes closed. “Go ahead, Mo, you’re dying to tell him,” she said with a sigh, and Mo grinned.

“So, our senior class – we had a lot of parties. Usually out in somebody’s pasture with a keg, music blasting from somebody’s pickup. One night Laney was – pretty wasted, and the party was kind of dead. Some country rock song came on, and she hopped up on a picnic table, yelled ‘Let’s get rowdy!’ and started dancing, like Coyote Ugly style. Pretty soon a couple of her friends jumped up in the back of a pickup nearby and joined in. Once the guys stopped standing there with their mouths hanging open, they started chanting, ‘Rowdy! Rowdy! Rowdy!’ That was her name from then on!” Mo chanced a glance Laney’s way. “And then later I found her making out with some football player in the back of a pickup, had to drag her away and tell her it was time to go home.”

Beau looked at Laney’s blushing face, his eyes shining. “So there is a wild child in there. I knew it. Hell, I would’ve voted for you for homecoming queen!”

Laney laughed, hiding her face for a moment before grabbing her beer and taking a swallow. “That was a long time ago,” she retorted. “But yeah. I used to drink too much and get a little crazy. Too crazy sometimes. That night is kind of a blur.” She laughed, shaking her head again. “Wish I had a more embarrassing story about you right now, Poppernak.”

Her friend laughed, grabbing his phone from the table as it lit up. “Hey, Mom. Oh, damn. Yeah, yeah, I’ll be right there.” He stood, stuffing his phone in his back pocket and grabbing his jacket. “Mom’s kitchen sink just turned into a geyser, gotta go help her get the water shut off and clean up.”

“Do you need help?” Laney asked. “I can come…”

“No, no, we’ve got it. You guys stay, finish your drinks.”

Beau piped up. “Call us if you do need help, Pops.”

“Thanks, boss. See y’all later.”  The big man headed for the door, and Beau turned back to smile at Laney.

“So, any more good stories I need to hear?” he teased, and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“I think you owe me one, now.”

“Ok, but we’re gonna need another beer.” He waved the waitress over, launching into a description of his first run-in with the law when he was 16, and the run-in with his dad afterwards.

After a couple more beers and more reminiscing, things quieted down, and for a moment they sat there silent, sipping at their drinks. Beau toyed with the label on his bottle for a second before raising his eyes to hers, searching. Finally, he took a breath and spoke. “So – what’s the story between you and our new prisoner?”

Her lips quirked into a cheerless little smile, and she stared at the table for a minute before looking back at him candidly. “I lived with him for a little over two years. At the place where you arrested him tonight. That’s how I knew how to get in there the back way.”

Beau nodded. “Did he…”

Laney shook her head. “No. He wasn’t physical with me, not until the end. But he just kind of slowly took control of my life, a little at a time, and I guess I didn’t really see it. Not until I wanted to apply for the job at the sheriff’s office.” Beau was listening intently, so she continued. “We fought about it all the time. One night, after we’d been at the bar, I told him to back off, that I was going to interview and take the job if it was offered, and he blew up. Slapped me. I locked him out of our room, told him to fuck off.”

“Asshole.”

“Yeah. Next day, of course, he was apologetic, ‘I’m so sorry, it’ll never happen again, blah, blah, blah.’ So I gave him another chance. But a few nights later, we got into it again, and that time he backhanded me, split my lip. I grabbed my jacket, told him we were done, and left. Stayed with Mo that night, and the next day he took me to the house and we packed up my stuff and moved me out. That was that.”

“Well, I wanna go back to the holding cell now and punch him in the face. Glad you got out of there when you did. Otherwise, it might have been you instead of that girl tonight.”

“I realized after I got out of there just how much control he had taken from me, how much he ran my life. Felt really good to be free.” She blew out a breath, looking down at the table again. “That’s the reason I don’t go out much. Sometimes I feel like if I’d stayed out of the whole bar scene with Garrett almost every night, I might have been clear enough to see what was happening, to see that he was just – erasing me.”

Beau reached across the table, putting his hand over hers. “He didn’t erase you. You fought back and you’re strong enough now to know what you want and what you don’t.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right. It’s been a couple of years now. And I feel good about my life and where I am.” She looked up and smiled at him, and he squeezed her hand.

“You should.”

Beau’s green-eyed gaze was making her feel warm, and she slowly pulled her hand back, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear before she picked up her beer and drained it. “Well, I suppose…”

“Yeah. Probably that time. Had a few more than I planned on, but it’s been a good night,” he responded, finishing his beer as well. He left a tip on the table for their waitress and they sent her a little wave as they headed for the door.

Beau followed her out into the cool night air, eyes scanning the sky as distant lightning backlit the heavy clouds that had gathered while they were inside. Laney came to a sudden halt right in front of him, causing him to stop and take a half-step back to avoid a collision.

She turned to face him, looking up at him with an unreadable expression, then stepping up close on tiptoe and kissing him, her arms curling up and around his neck. His surprise wore off quickly, his response welcoming, one hand on the small of her back and the other gently cradling her face. When they parted slightly, he looked down at her with a one-sided smile, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his green eyes warm and inviting.

“Well, hey there, Rowdy.” Beau’s arm tightened around her as he bent to kiss her again, his fingers buried in her hair as he held her close, his tongue gently tangling with hers. They lost track of time and place, finally pulling apart as a rumble of thunder brought them back to reality.

Laney took a step back with a soft little laugh. “I suppose we shouldn’t be standing out here making out like teenagers where the whole town can see us. I mean, you are the sheriff.”

Beau grinned. “No, we should make out like teenagers in private like normal people, I guess.” He sighed. “Unfortunately, neither one of us should be driving, though. So I guess I’m either hoofin’ it back to my place – or we could call Pop for a ride.”

“Or… you could walk a girl home. My house is about two and a half blocks that way,” she pointed, watching as he raised an eyebrow and grinned even more.

“Lead the way.”

They headed in the direction Laney had indicated, walking quickly, the air growing heavier with the approaching rain. They were getting close when a loud thunderclap resounded around them and the first fat raindrops began to fall. “Come on!” she laughed, grabbing Beau’s hand and running towards the little white house with green trim one house over. She fumbled with the keys, the two of them almost falling inside as the sky opened up, and Beau swung the door shut as they laughed breathlessly. “That was close,” she said, smiling up at him. That smile slowly faded as she stared at him, the hair falling down over his forehead, his eyes crinkled in that irresistible way, and she moved closer, reaching to touch his face as she kissed him.

She stopped quickly, taking hold of his shirt to pull him farther into the room, then tugging until it was free from his jeans, working the buttons open as she went. Once his shirt was completely undone, she stepped back and peeled her shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor as she let him surround her with his arms and pull her close, his lips sealing over hers in a searing kiss. ‘Shit, he’s good at this,’ she thought to herself, and she lost herself in it, let it consume her. His hands roamed over her skin, squeezing at her waist, pressing her against him as a hum of appreciation vibrated in his chest.  

They parted for a breath, and Beau stared down at her lacy lavender bra, his fingers tracing down the strap. “You always wear things like this to work?”

Laney dropped her gaze with a smile, looking back up at him through her lashes. “I like pretty lingerie.”

His fingers continued their path across the swell of her breast, his voice soft and low as he answered. “Well, I’m gonna have one hell of a time not thinking about this when I see you at work, wondering what kind of sexy things you’re hiding under your clothes.”

She reached to push his shirt off his shoulders and he let it fall to the floor. She trailed her fingertips slowly down to his waistband, slipping her fingertips inside, tugging. “Let’s move this somewhere more comfortable.” She turned, trying to move forward, but Beau wasn’t following her lead.

“Whoa.” Laney turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, confused, then ducked her head a little with a shy smile at his open-mouthed stare.

“My tattoo?”

“Yeah.” He moved closer, touching her back lightly here and there as he examined it. “I need to see the whole thing.” Laney took a breath, then reached behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders and drop to the floor. Beau was silent, his gaze scanning over the art work of a phoenix in flight. The flaming bird’s wings spanned Laney’s upper back, the tail trailing down and over her hip. “That’s really beautiful. Impressive.”

“It was kind of my – declaration of independence, I guess.”

Beau traced the path of the phoenix’s tail to where it disappeared into her jeans, his fingertips lingering just under the edge of her waistband. “So, where’s that tail go?”

She laughed softly. “Well, if you come with me, maybe you’ll find out.”

He followed her into the bedroom, waiting for her to turn and face him, his eyes roaming over her breasts. He dropped to one knee in front of her, looking up at her expectantly, waiting for her answering smile before he reached for the button on her jeans. He slid the zipper down and pulled the denim apart, his eyes following the flaming feathers below her navel and across to her opposite hip bone, where they faded into a shower of sparks. One section was still hidden from his view beneath lavender lace, and his tongue darted out over his lower lip as her abdominal muscles tightened at his whisper-soft touch. “Looks like we’re gonna have to get all the way naked,” he teased.

Laney caught her breath a little as he stroked his finger along the top of her panties. “I will if you will,” she responded. “It’s only fair.”

Beau nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on her as he slowly pulled her panties and jeans down, letting them fall to her feet. The final feather laid just above her pubic bone, curling up slightly at the end as it tapered off. He let out a low whistle, letting her steady herself with a hand on his shoulder as she stepped out of her clothes.

“I hope it’s not a turn-off for you – the tattoo.”

He rose to his feet, his eyes glowing as he looked into hers. “It’s sexy as hell.” He unfastened his jeans and finished undressing, then stood still as her gaze roamed over his body.

“Wow. They do grow you big in Texas.” She blushed profusely, her hand flying to her mouth for a second before she continued. “I can’t believe I just said that out loud.”

Beau chuckled, his cheeks flushing a bit in the dim light of the bedroom. “Well, don’t worry, darlin’ – you’ll fit like a glove.” His expression changed as he looked into her eyes again. “Speaking of… I don’t suppose you have condoms?”

Laney shook her head. “I don’t. But I trust you. I’m on birth control, and I – I’m healthy. I haven’t been with anyone since…” She trailed off, looking away from him, teeth playing at her bottom lip.

“Hey.” He put a hand beneath her chin and lifted her head until she looked into his eyes again. “Nothing wrong with that.” He bent to kiss her gently, taking hold of her hand and resting his forehead on hers. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready. Just say the word, it’s okay.”

She tilted her face to kiss him again, squeezing his hand. “I want to. I’m just – a little nervous.”

He guided her to the edge of the bed, gesturing with a nod of his head for her to lie down. He laid down beside her, pulling her to her side to face him and kissing her, his hands caressing her face, her hair, her shoulder, not touching her anywhere else. When she sighed and put her arm over his waist, pulling herself closer to press her body against his, he let his hand roam farther, over her back and hips, then up to cup her breast as he moved his lips to her neck, humming against her skin as she moaned softly at his touch.

He coaxed her over to lay on her back as he kissed his way down until he could tease at her nipple with his tongue, moaning a little as she gasped and arched her back, her hand grasping at his hair. He let one hand roam between her thighs, his cock jumping a little as she let them fall open, her head rolling back as he explored her with his fingertips, dipping slightly inside her and then moving to rub gently over her clit. When she breathed his name, her hips raising to meet his touch, Beau growled softly and sucked her tingling nipple into the heat of his mouth, tugging at it gently with his teeth. He glanced at her face as he moved to the other breast, watching her as he slipped a finger, then two inside her. “Damn, Laney, you are somethin’ to see,” he said, his voice low and rough, then bent to tease at her other nipple, his fingers stroking deep inside her.

“Beau, please…” she begged, raising her head a little to meet his eyes as he lifted his gaze. “Please, I want you inside me, now.”

He moved up to kiss her, groaning as she sucked on the tip of his tongue. “How d’you wanna do this, darlin’?”

She stared up into his eyes, her fingers combing through his hair. “I want to see your face. I want to be able to kiss you.”

“Sounds perfect to me,” he answered, kissing her once more, then shifting his body to move over hers, fitting himself between her legs. She whimpered a little as the head of his cock nudged at her, teasing at her entrance before he pushed forward, swearing softly as her body yielded to him and surrounded him with wet, velvety heat.  

He stilled, lowering himself over her to kiss her, then raising his head a little, his eyes searching hers. “Like this?” he asked, grinding into her gently and watching her eyes flutter closed for a moment before she smiled up at him and nodded.

“Just like that,” she murmured, moving one foot gently up the length of his thigh before clasping her legs around his hips. “Only… more.”

“Oh, you got it, darlin’,” he growled, bracing his forearms on either side of her head as he kissed her again, their bodies rocking together in a sensual rhythm, their moans and sighs swallowed up by their kiss.

When she turned her head a little, soft little whimpers escaping her lips as she began to tense up, Beau slipped one hand beneath the small of her back, shifting a little and making her moan at the increased friction on her sweet spot.

“Beau…” she cried out, her fingers now clutching desperately at his shoulders, her legs clamped tight around him as she began to quiver. He began to move harder and faster, cursing softly as she began to pulse and squeeze around him.

“Fuck… Just let go, Laney.”

The sound of his desperate voice was the trigger, and she came hard, bucking up beneath him, their bodies colliding as Beau swore again and hammered into her faster yet. The swelling and throbbing of his cock inside her as he filled her with heat sent another wave through her as they thrashed together, chasing every second of pleasure before she went limp underneath him and he collapsed, spent, his breath hot against her neck.

Laney sat in her car in the parking lot, scrolling on her phone, trying to work up the nerve to walk into the office. Not that she regretted what had happened with Beau, because the weekend had been – well,  amazing. But was it going to cause issues with work? And was it just a weekend fling for him? She was definitely in deeper than that after what had happened, she had to admit to herself. But if he wasn’t… She sighed, impatient with herself, getting out of her car and heading for the building, telling herself to stop stressing and just go face whatever was going to happen.

She walked in, heading for her desk, relieved that Beau wasn’t in yet. Neither was Poppernak, or Jenny, or anybody she had to hide her awkwardness from, so she took a breath and sat down at her desk, diving into the day’s work.

Beau walked in a little while later, his eyes immediately seeking her out. She was at her desk, absorbed in a phone call, occasionally jotting down a note, completely oblivious to his entrance. He greeted a couple of people on his way to his office, heading inside and taking a seat. He couldn’t see her from behind his desk and he frowned, momentarily contemplating rearranging his office. He abandoned that fleeting thought, shaking his head at himself.

He worked for a while, going over reports, catching up on paperwork. Finally he couldn’t take it any longer and walked to his door, looking over to make sure Laney wasn’t on the phone before calling her name. “Hey, Laney – when you have a minute, can I see you in my office?”

She looked up in surprise, trying valiantly to keep her expression in the range of normally pleasant, not schoolgirl crush giddy. “Sure, I’ll be there shortly.” Just the sound of his voice saying her name sent her heart pounding, and she took a deep breath, trying to convince her body to calm down. Finally she locked her computer and stood, grabbing a file from her desk to take with her, internally rolling her eyes at herself for trying to manufacture the appearance of an excuse to go to his office.

“Hey, Beau – what’s up?” She asked cheerfully as she stepped through his door. He motioned to her to close it, and she did, looking at him nervously as he rose to his feet and approached her.

“That’s a really awkward question right now, Laney,” he said quietly, crowding her against the wall next to his door and kissing her, his hands braced on either side of her head. She let out a soft moan, the file folder in her hands hitting the floor as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers grasping at his hair as he pressed the full length of his body against hers. He finally lifted his head, both of them panting a little for air, and a slow smile curved her lips.

“I see what you mean,” she teased, thrusting her hips just a little against his evident erection.

“You are not funny.”

“A little. I’m a little funny.” She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief as he smirked down at her.

He bent for one more kiss, then stepped back, blowing out a tense breath. “Damn it, woman. I told you I wouldn’t be able to look at you at work. Just tell me one thing – what color?”

She giggled softly, unbuttoning the top button of her shirt and opening it enough to show him the red and black lingerie beneath her clothes. He swore softly, turning to go back behind his desk and sit down. “Will there be anything else, sir?” she asked, an innocent expression on her face as she buttoned back up.

“Oh, don’t push your luck, darlin’ – this is hard enough the way it is.” he growled, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement.

“We did establish that, yes,” she retorted, then clamped her lips together to keep from grinning. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop.”

He shook his head. “I’ll deal with you after work. Right now – I think you’d better get back to your desk before the whole office figures out what’s going on.”

She nodded, bending to pick up the scattered contents of the file she had carried in with her. “So then – I’m seeing you after work?”

He scoffed at the question.“Hell, yes, you’re seeing me after work. We should talk anyway. Among other things - like maybe gettin’ a little rowdy again.” Laney giggled softly, and he grinned, a dangerous glint in his eye. “Damn it, get the hell out of here, would ya, before my self-control disappears completely?” Laney grinned back at him, feeling like a weight had lifted from her chest. He wanted to see her again. This wasn’t just a one-time thing.

She reached for the door, swinging it open with a, “Yes, I’ll take care of that,” for nosy coworkers’ benefit and heading back to her desk.

It was mid-afternoon before Poppernak showed his face in the office after spending most of the day in court on a case. Laney called him over to her desk, a stern look on her face. “So, your mom called today. I asked her if you got her sink fixed. She said her sink wasn’t broken. Explain that one, Mo.”

Mo shoved his hands into his pockets, guilt all over his face. “Yeah, ummm… sorry. I just thought that, maybe, you and the boss should have some time to, you know, get to know each other.”

“You and Jenny thought that, right? I saw you two whispering the other day.”

He shrugged. “Well? You needed a little push. Jenny thought so, too.”

“Mo Poppernak.”

He looked at her with a sheepish expression. “Yeah?”

Laney grinned. “Thank you.”

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[unnervinglyferal]

Hiii

idk I have anything much to say really

uhhh I have some screenshots of a Typical Straight Guy™ from a dating app if you wanna see him call me a “slapper” for not wanting to sleep with him if you wanna see them

I made a new minecraft skin if you wanna see that

I’ve been not managing to go to a sexual health clinic for like a week now (I have to plan it beforehand and shower successfully at the right time and haven’t been quite doing that)

huh ig I do have things to say

I might be too unwell for talking therapy currently? That’s what my therapist suggested might be the case (we’re thinking I should be fine as long as we stick to easier stuff). Also we’re looking to get a second opinion about me getting some mood stabilisers or anti-depressants or some such (that’s about my psychiatrist tho, not psychologist/therapist).

my bf - did I mention I currently have a bf? - anyway his phone broke and couldn’t text me so I assumed he was ghosting me but in fact he was desperately trying to reach me through other messaging methods which I don’t check regularly. And honestly although I was sad about the presumed ghosting and him not being into me anymore I was also kinda relieved? cos he says he Loves me and definitely means it but we haven’t been dating all that long so I think it’s just infatuation and I don’t wanna break his heart but idk how much I like him like that.

I might be lithoromantic honestly (meaning I feel romantic attraction only if it’s unreciprocated) but I do not have enough data points. And it might just be cos depression yada yada

I had this kinda conversation with my therapist and I just hate that I can’t get closure on any of this or resolve anything, I just need to not think about any of it cos if I properly confront it I just get suicidal and it’s just… exhausting.

ik it’ll get better and I’ll be happy in the future but I’ve been suicidal for 5 fucking years. why does it have to take so fucking long man.

ugh this turned out to be longer and sadder than originally intended so I’m gonna send the aforementioned media in another ask to make me feel better

Closure is a fake thing that's not real. Once the situation is over, you make peace with yourself and yourself alone. And it's going to take as long as it takes, but I promise life can be better than that. Even if you've never known anything else, it's out there, things can be better. A tadpole that was born in a bucket has no idea that there's a world outside of it. You've just got to hold on, try to make things better a little bit at a time.

You don't have to break things off with the guy just because you're scared of what might happen. Just be honest with him and let him make his own choices about it with the information that he has. If he doesn't want to protect himself from getting hurt by you - even by accident, without meaning to - you can't do that for him. You can't really do much on behalf of other people, really. And everyone gets their hearts broken at some point, it's like losing your baby teeth. Part of growing up.

...Also what the fuck is a slapper.

[metalbrojack]

Mick Mars x male reader (WOAH⁉️)

Genre- fluff (contains some suggestive content)

Warnings- mentions of vomiting, and drinking (plz drink responsibly)

“Ok..but don’t let him drink too much Tommy.” Mick finally let you party after a few weeks, the last time you got a bit carried away…

“Yeah yeah whatever man.” Tommy said before running off to drag you to the party.

~~~~~~~~~~~~Time skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Oh shit dude how much did you drink? Oh man Mick’s gonna kick my ass…scratch that HES GONNA KILL ME.” Tommy is freaking out because he was too focused on a girl who was flirting with him to realize that you were challenged to a drinking contest. You drank almost a whole handle of Jack, I mean you won so that’s great (ur not gonna feel like a winner in the morning). “Come on buddy, let’s go to the bathroom to see if we can get that out of you.” He lead you to bathroom quickly.

“Can Mick pick me up now? I don’t feel good…” You mumbled, Tommy wouldn’t be able to understand you if he hadn’t mastered the drunk language( I’m so funny). Tommy looked a bit panicked, he has to try and get as much alcohol out of you before Mick picks you up.

“Yeah sure buddy I’ll give him a call!” After he gets the courage to go over to the phone…

“Hey Mick.. *ahem* uh…”

“What do you want Tommy? You sound nervous what’s going on?”

“Well uh, [ur name ig] wants to go home, he wants you to pick him up-“

“I’m on my way.” Then he hung up.

~another Time skip bc I’m lazy~

Mick came to pick you up quickly, “hey honey, you ready to go…you’re drunk?!” Tommy looks at Mick nervously, Mick glares at him angrily for a moment before looking back at you. “Alright let’s go now, say bye to Tommy.” His tone was softer and more relaxed.

“Bye Tommy!” You said loudly, even though he was right in front of you. Yeah… you’re definitely drunk.

Mick practically drags you out to his car, not really caring if he has to push through a crowd of people. He drives you to his house, “Mick I don’t feel good..” You mumbled

“Roll down the window and stick your head out, you’re not throwing up in my car…again.” He said, you rolled down the window and did as he said. The air felt nice but you didn’t end up throwing up so that was good. You arrived at Mick’s house shortly, he opted for carrying you instead of making you walk. He put you over his shoulder and walked towards the door, which is surprising bc he’s wearing those heeled boots.

“You smell good Mick.”you said, giggling softly as his hair tickled at your face. He didn’t reply and brought you inside. He carried you up to his bedroom and started taking off your jacket and pants, “hey you could at least take me out to dinner first!”

“I’m just putting you in more comfortable clothes, you’re not sleeping in leather.” Mick was getting a bit annoyed but tried to keep his cool. He put you in one of his shirts and a pair of basketball shorts. He started to leave the room after saying goodnight.

“Wait.. mick can you stay with me?” You were pouting at him and reaching out for his arm. He sighed and laid down in the bed with you.

“You’re gonna be the death of me kiddo.”

“I’m not a kid…” you retort before snuggling up with him. Shortly after you fell asleep.

////////////////////////////////////

MICK <333

[lopsicle]

Okay, I’m getting increasingly further behind, but I feel a lot less stressed about it, I’ll just catch up after October ig, regardless here’s my late day 6

Day 6: Cuddles

Characters: Lee Tambry, Ler Wendy (platonic or romantic)

Warnings: Tickle fic

A quick glance at Tambry and one would assume she’s not the kind of girl to enjoy physical contact, but the opposite was the case. She absolutely craved it, as long as it was behind closed doors, she hated public affection. The girl didn’t really know why, it just made her feel smaller and like people were watching her. Wendy wasn’t as crazy about touch as Tambry was, but the red head still enjoyed it, mainly on the giving end, which worked out perfectly for the two.

Wendy was one of the only people Tambry would put her phone down around and just listen to the girl and be with her in the moment, no matter how mundane the conversation was, it all mattered to her. And right now was one of those moments, Tambry’s house, with her being an only child, could be really, really quiet most of the time. It had a calming, dark feeling to it, one that could make you slip right into sleep without noticing it. Tambry’s room was quiet bare however, she never really saw the point in decorating it and kept it to a minimum by painting her room a dark shade of purple. Their were a couple black stars plastered to the roof to give it a small bit of flavour, but Tambry never paid much mind to any of that. What she was paying attention to was the girl she was laying on right now. On the top of Tambry’s squishy, soft mattress, laid Wendy and Tambry, with Wendy sitting down, her back hovering over the bed as she stabilised her position by leaning into her elbows, and also having one of her knees curled up. Meanwhile, Tambry was groggily laying her body against her, keeping her head against the girl’s chest, and her arms and legs around her, clinging onto the tough lumberjack.

Wendy was wearing her usual like green vest with a black T-shirt underneath, her jeans with a bit of stained mud on them. Her hat and boots were discarded at the side, leaving her frizzy orange hair sticking out, and her orange and yellow socks visible. Tambry had slipped into some more comfortable wear moments prior, a soft light indigo t-shirt with a white skull on her belly, and loose dark bottoms with a thin strip of purple tracing down them, and opted for fluffy white socks.

Tambry’s eyes were threatening to close as she stifled a yawn, not wanting to fall asleep and lose this moment. Her arms awkwardly shifted against Wendy’s sides as she grumbled into the sides of the redhead’s chest. Wendy, in turn, paused her ramblings and looked down at the girl to check if she was okay. She brought down her free hand and began tapping her fingers against Tambry’s neck repeatedly. ‘Hey, you’re not gonna fall in the sleep in the middle of a conversation, are you?’ She asked half heartedly with a smile, as Tambry’s sleepy face looked up to her with a bit of gratitude for her waking up. ‘N-no, and this isn’t a conversation, it’s me listening to you talking,’ Tambry corrected with a mumble, wrapping her arms even tighter around Wendy.

‘Yeah, yeah, whatever,’ Wendy smiled fondly at how attached Tambry was, and kept her hand at the girl’s neck, beginning to trace her fingers around the rim of it. It produced a very light feeling in the girl’s neck, one that was so subtle, yet so impossible to ignore. She slowly shifted her head away and curled her cheek to her shoulder, trying to protect her sensitive neck any way she could. ‘Aw, what’s wrong Tambry, are you a bit too ticklish for this?’ Wendy smiled, catching on almost instantly as she crawled her fingers to the nape of Tambry’s neck and began pinching and scratching at it. Tambry allowed the smallest of whines to pierce her lips before clasping her mouth shut, refusing to let out any laughter as her cheeks get puffy.

‘Come on, just laugh a little, please,’ Wendy offered, slowly grabbing the wrists of Tambry’s tired arms and placing them behind her back. Tambry was a bit confused until Wendy leaned back against the bed, pinning Tambry’s wrists above her head. The girl let out a small, surprised gasp before wiggling her arms against Wendy to no avail. ‘Hey, you brought this on yourself, okay?’ Wendy snickered before tilting her head upwards and slowly crawling her arms from Tambry’s underarms all the way down to her armpits. The girl shifted and bit at her lip to stop the giggles of anticipation from spilling out of her mouth. Once Wendy’s hard fingers reached the girl’s armpit, she began slowly, almost gently circling them into the skin. If this was normal tickling, Tambry would’ve easily been able to take it, but not being able to bring her arms down in defence no matter how hard she tugged just made this 10x worse. ‘Eek, Wehahahahandy, pleahahahase!’ The girl blurted out quickly, but it didn’t really come across as genuine to Wendy.

‘Please what? Please tickle you more? If you insist!’ Wendy teased loudly, loving just how red Tambry’s face got from it. Wendy got off the girl’s wrists and sat up on her knees, before quickly scurrying her ravenous nails all over Tambry’s belly, rolling up her shirt slightly in the process to reveal her waist line. ‘Nahahahaahaha, gahahahahahahahad!’ Despite the fact Wendy had gotten off her, Tambry had kept her wrists above her head and was barely even squirming away from the redhead, which Wendy gave a confused stare at. She tried to reason with it in her head but the only explanation would be…

‘Bry, do you enjoy this?’

‘Shut up!’

‘You like being tickled!’ Wendy reiterated, causing poor Tambry to curl her body as much as she could, a deep red blush painted onto her cheeks. It was only now Tambry crashed her arms back down, mainly to hide her face behind her elbows, which just caused Wendy to giggle more at her. ‘You don’t have to be embarrassed about it, you know?’ Wendy said halfheartedly, not wanting the situation to turn awkward for the both of them as she traced her fingertip into Tambry’s cold waistline.

The girl’s head immediately poked out from behind her arms, her face practically lighting up at Wendy’s statement as the cooling feeling of relief washed over her whole body. ‘I don’t?’ She said, blinking slowly, excitement clear in her voice as Wendy offered her a small smile. ‘Of course not!’ The redhead was actually quite excited at the thought of being able to tickle someone, having a lot of brothers usually meant she was the victim of tickle attacks, and she was wondering what it was like to be the one to imitate it. Her fingertips gently pinched at the sides of Tambry’s shirt as she slid it up just so that her belly and sides were exposed.

‘Is this okay?’ Wendy asked comfortingly, to which Tambry gave a small hum of acceptance and a nod towards her friend. Wendy could only offer a smile in response; she didn’t really give Tambry much of a chance to ease into the tickling, as she clawed her fingers all over Tambry’s torso, letting her thumb work against her sides while her nails scratched and scraped against her belly. ‘N-nahahahaah, Wehahahaahahndy, thaahahahaht ihahahahasn’t faihahaahahahr!’ The sudden tickling lead to Tambry squealing loudly, leaning her back against Wendy’s sides as the girl’s hands only held her friends closer to her. Wendy also learnt from this that Tambry was incredibly squirmy, her friend just couldn’t keep still. Her legs rapidly kicked and buckled around, her heels plummeting against the mattress while her arms randomly flailed and struck the bed. She let her belly wiggle around, knowing she couldn’t shake Wendy’s hand off anyway. ‘Jesus, girl, kept still!’ She joked, but Tambry really did try, she only managed to slow down for a few seconds, before descending straight back into her splashing about. Wendy took a bit of mercy on the girl, slowing her tickling to a few inches up and down her sides, sometimes grazing her nails downwards and tapping at her hips, which proved not to be as sensitive as the rest of her body. ‘E-Ehehe, bleheheheheheheh!’ Tambry carelessly let giggles deep through her lip, her squirming dissolving into flinches whenever Wendy hit an occasionally sensitive spot.

Wendy’s cold tickling soon dissolved into a warm stroking, letting the palms of her hands run up and down against Tambry’s bare side. The girl blinked and yawned, seemingly remembering just how tired she was from before the tickling. She leaned her body against Wendy’s, mumbling a ‘thank you’ into her shoulder, not wanting to fluster herself even more. The lumberjack just smiled and wrapped an arm around Tambry’s waist to hold her closer.

‘You’re welcome.’

[thistransient]

- In addition to complaining about it, occasionally I do attempt to improve my lot in life: beyond the new bicycling endeavour, I have also finally extricated myself from my Chinese tutoring (under the guise of it being temporary, but really I think the relationship has run its course), and continued going to the “rope jam” evening I tried out last month. It was very rewarding the second time, persistence pays off! However, it came to light that the host also organises a monthly artist networking night, which at first I felt unqualified for when I looked at the sign-up form (I’m not a professional by any means), but was encouraged to go regardless. Sure. Okay. But one is recommended to hand out business cards? Dress smart casual? Have some sort of established social media? I only made an IG account a few months ago, with the sole purpose of looking at plastic surgeon results (I do NOT need another app to scroll endlessly on). I have nothing resembling a brand name, I do have a lot of imposter feelings because I never went to art school (backstory: my mother is a professional artist so I grew up around it, and was on the verge of applying for an art program for uni, but ended up getting a scholarship from a different place for foreign languages and settled for that instead). I am gonna do this though, and see what comes of it. I’ve had the vague intent for years and years to round up all my projects and make some kind of proper portfolio, maybe I’ll be motivated to follow through at long last?

-  I’ve decided I am really truly done with taking language class just to stay in the country. I am going to leave and come back on a visa-free entry, and optimally find a job within 90 days, but if it takes longer than that, so be it. The destination is...*drumroll*...

Seoul. No I did not see that coming either. With Japan being ruled out on account of flight prices, and my Chinese visa being invalidated, I decided it was down to Bangkok or Manila (and possibly Palawan, as a friend from my Australia days is there visiting family). However, Bangkok simply did not spark joy, and all of the cheapest flights from Manila were red-eye (I refuse to do the sleep deprivation hangovers anymore). At some point it dawned on me that separate budget airlines to and from Incheon could be an option. My adventure/ordeal in Korea is the whole reason for the founding of this blog, and it’s been ten years since I left (without cancelling my phone plan, hopefully that doesn’t cause issues but I have a new passport now anyways). I feel it’s only fitting to return for some closure (emotionally, not of the phone plan), and experience everything anew as my current self (vs. severely depressed while working for a tyrannical hagwon boss). I was a little miffed to discover the government has implemented an “Electronic Travel Authorisation” that one must apply for to enter- it’s not a visa, and yet there’s a fee, but it’s good for two years? Whatever.

I was going to lament my dilemma of whether to keep my current guesthouse booking or try to find something cheaper on Airbnb, but in writing about it I’ve convinced myself it’s better to stick with the guesthouse- I’m not keen by any means on staying in hostel dorms at this point in my life, but I’d still like some measure of socialising, and it’s in a nice location near Gyeongbokgung Palace. I just want to wander around slowly taking blatantly touristy photos of things, and eat some good food!

[moonlightperseus]

It's completely fine dw about it. I haven't been a person so I took a while too I completely understand.

I find something I like and I stick to it lmao

I also have a friend going down the nursing path and she encourages me fully and is so excited and I love her and also she constantly tells me how every single nurse that knew she was going into nursing told her not to. So. Hopefully that works for you, the change could certainly be good. And it's good you have a backup if you need it. And you can ramble about your personal life I don't mind dw.

That's fine I get that!! Personally I would never read green lantern comics because ew green lantern but that's obviously a personal opinion. I get that. And that's fair!! I haven't read anything really with Donna Troy either aside from some parts in a Wonderwoman comic I never finished.

Hand sanitizer and I aren't as close as we could be due to the Multiple times I've sanitised my hands so I didn't have to fully wash them (I knew I only needed to wash them for mentally ill reasons) and then I proceed to actually just make dust appear all over my hands

I think something really sad happens (I promise that's not a spoiler I genuinely have no clue if it's even those books or even what it is) and that intrigues me because I love pain. But the used book is a large hurdle. I'm glad you're enjoying it!! I've only ever heard good things. And yes! I have seen, multiple times, unfortunately that's ✨American only✨ but thank you

Admittedly I haven't read anymore but that's the whole not a person thing it's not a comment on the comics. And that's fair!! I'm very excited for Kate!!

No that's fair I agree I power through so many comics just for Dinah

It should be grape juice honestly I think that would be more fun

Understandable. They need to love each other all the time constantly no matter what.

I wouldn't spoil it anyway but I can't remember. It's cool that you're having new bonus ideas it's always interesting to see what people think!!

Recently at my work we got a full renovation so we had construction workers in and there was this one guy I called Music Man Jake and he had Tons of batman tattoos (it might've just been 2 I don't remember) but I said "so you like batman?" And he said "yeah, y'know why? Because he can beat superman which means he's the best" and I was like no I don't think that's what that means I think they can both be beaten and said "yeah by who?" And I told him that I'm pretty sure there's like canon instances where Wonderwoman beat both of them and he told me that that was fake and I was lying.

It IS a strange one yeah that's for sure

well i have unfortunately since received incredibly different and more drastic work change news but i have new plans i place to some extent, but ultimately my goal to make it through the holidays (very busy time for my job) has remained. and 2024 will be. very different for me but i’ll get there when i get there. honestly it’s not entirely a bad thing for me personally but it does objectively suck. but putting off thinking about the full extent of all that bc like i said. gotta get thru december. but yeah that’s a little life update for ya.

you’re valid! honestly i probably wouldn’t read green lantern comics if i didn’t have friends who love them just bc they never really. called to me before? but one thing i love is trying media beloved to my friends. and with comics especially it’s been a lot of reading things that are recommended to me because there’s way too much for me to choose on my own.

like i said i met donna in the titans tv series (another questionable comic adaptation that i unfortunately am so attached to 😔) however figuring out what to read for her does feel incredibly confusing bc she’s not like. a big dc player ig? idk we’ll see what i end up doing i have one donna troy special run open on a tab on my phone to try.

SO valid re:hand sanitizer. it’s def more of a temp fix for me when i don’t have access to properly wash my hands until i can actually wash them. which yeah maybe not the best but like. it’s manageable for me which is all that really matters.

i have finished the first raven cycle book and kinda started the second and something really sad happening definitely would fit the vibe so far, i wouldn’t say anything incredibly sad has really happened yet but there’s def the looming constant of something that’s supposed to happen at some point bc of psychic visions and all that. i started on the second book but haven’t really had a chance to read much of it however i’m heading back to my parents tomorrow so i’m gonna listen to more on the drive. i think my only complaint of the series is there’s so much concentrated Teenage Boy (and Teenage Rich Boy too) and it can be a little annoying at times bc like. the two rich boys. they have money. go to therapy. consider alternatives. think things through a little more. but even they are growing on me (one more slow than the other but it’s happening) but really it’s been fun to read so far!

:/// aw it being american only sucks i’m sorry.

again you are so valid (i say that a lot i know ahsjjdsj) re: not being a person & also not having read any more bombshells. life can be a whole lot and boy can it be hard living in it sometimes so i completely understand. and the good thing is bombshells isn’t going anywhere so there’s no rush!

okay ive now finished injustice year 5 & ground zero! i didnt make any notes this time bc i kinda was just powering thru year 5 and then i binged all of ground zero in one sitting. ground zero i just read the other night and was more enjoyable being told through harley's pov however god putting up with joker was very hard im glad harley finally was able to tell him no and also beat the shit out of him. her harley horde was so cute and i loved that for her. also seeing the alternate universe justice league (or as i called them, the REAL justice league) seeing MY diana again <333 and CLARK !! god i missed that ah shucks goofball. and i really loved the ending of harley and ivy going off to the alternate earth to help that version of harley overcome her attachment to the joker <3333 ALSO HARLEY IVY ARE ROMANTIC!!! LOVED THAT!!

in my head i’m picturing that music man jake’s birth name is like. robert or something but music man jake had a better ring so that’s what he is referred to by.

i can’t remember what it’s from (i think it might be the justice league animated show??) but there’s definitely somewhere a bit where bruce is talking about his contingency plans if any of the core JL went rogue and he had these boxes full of said contingencies but he literally like made a point of showing that diana’s box is empty because she has no weakness. and that’s remained permanently burned into my brain ever since. i absolutely believe she is stronger than superman. in some/most(?) continuities she’s literally a demigoddess. clark’s just lucky bc earth’s sun is built different 😭. but yeah she did in fact very much kick clark’s ass in injustice and was only beaten in the fight bc sinestro attacked her from behind once she already had superman on his knees. so yeah. she can definitely beat superman. that’s my no 1 takeaway from injustice year four. (and then REAL diana being able to kick injustice diana’s ass tells me that real diana CAN ALSO kick superman’s ass should the need come) but yeah. i do really love wonder woman akshakbddjs

i have to say i’m a little hesitant to start injustice 2 just bc i *liked* how year five ended and i don’t want it to be undone BUT i wanna see HER (dinah) so i will read it. i’m just debating trying year zero first, any thoughts on if i should wait to do year zero until after injustice 2 or am i fine to read it now?

hope you’re doing at least somewhat well all things considered!!

[appreciatingtokrev]

that's true, i just keep reminding myself that nothing last forever but i am a bit sad about the ending. do you normally go to an art museum? ah, i suppose life is full of surprises, you never know what is around the corner. that's great, it's better to see things as the cup half full than empty.

i think gi will still be the company's most successful game. do you just stick to PC games then? isn't hsr the only one whose have a voice for the MC? i'm always phone based so i'm lost with the letters lol. wait, you can play it in class? 👀

don't worry, quite a few people retake a year no matter what country they are in so you're not the only one and i understand retaking a year more than once can be a bit demotivating but you can get through this.

just try not to beat yourself up about it, you are trying your best. yes, extra time to re-evaluate some options, would you like to goes into the STEMs? or another field?

i can imagine lmao, some kpop fans are too extreme though where they end up becoming saesangs. which kpop group did she introduce you to? i am an ex-kpop fan so i no longer know about the current groups.

those earrings would stand out wherever you would go especially since they are gold coloured lol. i have actually seen some shorts on YouTube of users styling their wigs and it's look like a profession because of how hard it look 💀 i'm wondering you might find a 15th february person? who know lmao but birthday twin would be most exciting. our time zone difference seem to be one hour apart so we should be able to wish each other on our days? i'll probably come off anon when it happen 🙂

you can take another shirt that fit you properly and ask them to use the shirt for guidance or get proper measurements. i just scrolled up the sleeves for mine lol. it is only the sleeves and nothing too complex so i can't imagine it will be expensive.

yeah, of course. i feel the same whenever any of my friendships or relationships or whatever end bc at the end there was still a lot of love and care involved. i love going to art museums <3 i generally love art and museums lol. i visit a bunch of museums every year, usually with my father, my godmother or said friend i mentioned. so yeah ig i usually visit them?

agreed lol, i mean hi3rd was already big before genshin but genshin topped it off still. omg my phone literally only has 16gb of storage so i can’t play any games on there ajdkffjskaj meaning i very much stick to my laptop. hi3rd doesn’t have a mc the way gi/hsr do and kiana does have a voice plus gi’s mc is occasionally voiced (only during cutscenes i think?). the mc in hsr is definitley voiced a lot more tho. i mean... i shouldn’t be playing any video games in class..... but always work on our devices anyways....... and i’d much rather play hi3rd than do french in class... ajdkfjdjsk (i’m not a good example of a student ajdkgkksj)

aa ty :) i’m doing great in school rn bc it’s all topics i’ve had before at a different school haha and i hope it’ll stay like this for a while, but let’s see. i’m also in the process of getting meds for my adhd so hopefully i’ll be able to study easier sometime in the future. honestly idk what i wanna do later rn... psychology or biology, specifically marine biology maybe? i’d love to be a marine biologist, but i get sea sick :/ though at the moment i’m mostly leaning towards studying medicine so i can work in forensic medicine. but luckily i still have at least a year to decide.

yeah, the kpop fans... she mostly introduced me to stray kids. i’m not like a big kpop fan, but i do have a playlist with kpop songs i like bc of her lol.

aren’t they silver colored tho? i made mine in silver at least ajdkfkks. but yeah, agreed. yeah, wig styling does look difficult tbh 💀 but. i believe in myself. if i believe enough it’s got to work...

maybe, who knows. ohh no more anon z next february 16th :0 hehe, i’ll gladly wait until then :3

ahh i have no long-sleeved shirts that correctly fit me ajfjfjhsk the only ones i’ve got left are from when my parents made me buy them bc i dislike them and prefer oversized hoodies and stuff by a lot lol. thanks for the tip though

[airbendertendou]

slasher!reader + “i am handling it - my way.” + “not a smart idea.” multiple bonten men are gross n sleazy here!  based on breakfast by dove cameron cw : disturbing imagery ; people dying ; implied!fem reader ig but they / them pronouns are used

he knew it would be a bad idea to have you as his assisstant. but, mikey missed having you close to him and he could keep a better eye on you this way. he knew how his co-workers were, though - especially when they were in contact with an attractive person.

“doll,” ran spoke up. that’s what he called you - doll. like you were just another one of his playthings ; like you weren’t engaged to his boss. ran haitani never said your name. “come warm my lap for me, hm?”

gritting your teeth, you don’t move your eyes from the documents you’re organizing as you respond. “that’s not appropriate, haitani.”

ran pouts, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs. “c’mon, doll! give me something to work with.”

“didn’t your mother teach you what the word no means before she left you?” it’s clear that your response upsets the purple haired boy as he straightens up in his seat, glaring your way now. you ignore his glower and stand from your desk to take the organized files to kokonoi to look over. the white-haired boy is on the phone when you enter - he holds his hand out to recieve the folder and sends you away with a smile.

sanzu is sitting in your seat when you return, his eyes hazed and his head lolling. groaning at the sight of you, he slumps further into his seat. “finally! was waiting on you forever, sweetheart.”

“don’t call me that.” you don’t know how many times you’ve reminded him to call you by your name. it’s always met with the same reaction - sanzu rolls his eyes and waves his hand around dismissively. “move. i have work to do.”

“always so diligent,” sanzu speaks again. ran snickers from his seat, composed once more. “feel free to take your stress out on me, sweetheart.”

kakucho sticks his head out from his office, frown on his face as he hears their boisterous laughter. “leave yn be and get back to work.”

sanzu hisses through his teeth and ran rolls his eyes with a groan before they finally leave you alone. on your way to mikey’s office, mochi’s voice stops you in your tracks. “if they didn’t like the attention, they’d put a stop to it.”

takeomi hums in agreement as he stirs his -nth cup of coffee. “back in our days, you wouldn’t be caught wearing something like that unless you were asking for it.”

with a huff, you enter your fiance’s office, scowl on your lips. you don’t even look at him before you speak, “if you want your men to live, you should tell them to keep their mouths shut.”

rindou blinks in shock at your outburst before he snorts. “as if you could hurt members of japan’s top gang, yn.”

“i would watch my mouth if i were you,” mikey responds. rindou looks at you, a smug smirk on his face because he thinks the boss is talking to you. dark eyes meet purple ones and rin’s face crumbles. “making yn angry - not a good idea.”

rindou leaves the office with another scoff, knocking shoulders with you as he goes. mikey looks at you now, frowning as he sees how stiff your body is. “everything okay?”

“tell me how a pantsuit is inappropriate for work.” you spit out the sentence and remind yourself that mikey isn’t at fault. closing your eyes, you take a deep breath to calm yourself down before opening them again. “you’re so lucky koko and kakucho work here - they’re angels in disguise, i swear.”

mikey pats his lap as he slides his chair out from his desk, gesturing for you to sit with him. cold and pale hands wrap around your hips and you find yourself relaxing into his hold. “sounds like they’re just less annoying than the others.”

“doing the bare minimum might just save them.”

“want me to talk to them?” mikey is nosing at your cheek now, kissing the skin there gently and lovingly. he always knew how to center you and drag you away from your thoughts. 

you shake your head, “i’ll handle it. just hold me for now.”

the next day, five men are called into the meeting room. kokonoi and kakucho are absent, as is their boss. mikey was usually always late, though - and kakucho had business out of town. you opened the door with your hip, tray of mugs in your hands.

you wore a corset with your pantsuit today and their reactions were immediate. wolf whistles hit the room and ran allowed his hand to dance up your thigh as you placed a coffee in front of him. sanzu and rindou have their eyes glued to your backside, the pink-haired man biting his lip at you. “putting on a show for us, sweetheart?”

you turn to face them, delicate smile on your lips as you hold the tray flat against your abdomen. “enjoy your drinks, boys.”

the first to take a sip is takeomi, mochi humming beside him. you always made their coffee just right - they’d spill it on you otherwise. rindou grins at you over his mug, “what a good little assisstant.”

you hum and take a seat at the head of the table in mikey’s usual chair. and then you wait.

it’s ran who coughs first, the taste of coffee turning bitter and sour on his tongue. sanzu’s eyes roll to the back of his head and mochi’s face slams into the table. rindou has blood leaking from his lips as he looks at you, horrified. ran has foam dripping from his opened mouth now, his head lolling to the back of his chair.

“honey?” mikey pokes his head into the room, eyes widening slightly at his men. “...you do this? thought you had everything under control.”

“i handled it - my way.” with a thunk takeomi’s body falls to the floor. mikey looks at you, motioning to the bodies in his building. “what? you know i don’t like getting my hands dirty.”

letting out a sigh, mikey shakes his head before walking over and pressing a kiss to your head. “can’t say they didn’t deserve it.”

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I THINK I LOVE YOU, quackity

a cc!quackity x reader oneshot

- ', ꒱ SUMMARY, in which quackity experiences love at first sight at a target

- ', ꒱ CONTAINS, fluff ig, awkward/nervous quackity, light swearing, gender-neutral!reader (1,143 words)

- ', ꒱ INSPIRED BY, telephone by waterparks

- ', ꒱ AUTHORS NOTE, this was supposed to be a drabble but this song has been stuck in my head for the last two days and i just had to write something using it and this is what i ended up with. enjoy!

Love at first sight was something Quackity only ever believed in fairytales. The thought of simply seeing someone and immediately falling in love sounded insane and far too unrealistic for him to even wrap his mind around but yet, the second he saw you he felt as though his whole world had managed to flip itself upside down.

This was a stranger he just barely held a second of eye contact with in the midst of Target. This was not someone he should even be feeling anything for but he couldn’t seem to help himself from wanting to walk up and talk to you. Perhaps he’d be able to get to know your name or number, maybe you’d even agree to going out for a coffee after!

Inhaling a nervous breath, he fixed his beanie and practiced his lines as if it was a play before making his way across the aisle to where you stood, looking through a pile of notebooks and planners.

“Hi!” He greeted a bit too excitedly, his expression switching to match his worry as he feared he may have come off too strong.

In the midst of his worry, he hadn’t noticed your amused expression until the sound of your laugh caught his attention. “Hello.”

Oh he was definitely falling. And boy was he falling fast. Idiot.

“I’m uh, my name is Alex.” He managed to blurt out before sticking out a hand for you to shake. God you’re such a fucking idiot. He mentally scolded himself.

You didn’t seem bothered or uncomfortable with his presence, even going as far to shake his hand with a smile before saying, “Nice to meet you Alex, I’m (Y/N).”

“Great to meet you, actually I was wondering if you’d like to get a coffee with me perhaps? After you’re done shopping, that is, I could meet you outside or even at the cafe if you’d like. I know this may seem weird but I’d just like to get to know you better.”

There was always a possibility of this turning out to be the worst thing ever. You could be a serial killer for all he knew or not even feel the same about him! He could end up not liking you as much as he may have thought—though he highly doubted that—and this could’ve all been a waste of both your time.

“You don’t have to say yes of course, especially if you don’t want to, I completely understand so you don’t need to feel forced-”

“I’m not free tonight but I could meet you in the morning?”

Wait what?

“For coffee or brunch if you’d like? I know a few good places that serve brunch.”

You had said yes. You agreed! Oh god- “Yeah that works! Where did you have in mind for brunch?”

“It’s just down the street on the corner and it has the best banana bread in the city.”

“Great! What time should I meet you there?” He asked, immediately wondering if he was supposed to give you a set time instead of asking you to choose a time. Shit, was he fucking up his only chance?

“Could you do 10?”

“Yeah I could do that. I’ll meet you at 10 tomorrow then?”

If walking up to talk to you was awkward, then walking away after saying good-bye was embarrassing though he couldn’t tell if you had thought the same as him. If you were, then you were amazing at hiding it behind a kind smile as Quackity managed to stumble out of the aisle and out to the parking lot. He didn’t need to buy anything anyways, he could always buy oranges some other day.

As he walked around the parking lot in search of his car, the sound of his ringtone going off in his pocket caught his attention. Fishing out his phone, he quickly picked up just as he found his car and began walking towards it.

“Hello?”

“Hey Q! Just wondering if you’re still up for my stream tonight?” Karl’s voice filled his ear as he unlocked the car and slid into the driver's seat.

“Yeah of course, it’s at 8 right?”

“Yup.” He replied, popping the p. “What’s up with you? You sound so giddy.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Very, now what’s up?”

“I’vegotadatetomorrowwiththiscutepersonIsawatTarget.” He quickly blurted out.

Silence came from the other line before Karl finally said something. “What?”

“I said, I’ve got-”

“No no I heard all of that.” Karl cut him off, making Quackity furrow his brows.

“Then why’d you say what?” He mocked his friend's words.

“Because you said it was someone you just saw at Target and you have a date with them tomorrow? Do you even know their name-”

“I do, and it’s (Y/N).”

“Okay what about their number?”

Shit. He forgot to ask for your number! What if something comes up and you can’t make it tomorrow? How would he even know?

“Fuck.”

For a brief second silence was all he heard from his phone until laughter quickly filled his ear. Quackity rolled his eyes as he started the car, finding it was probably best to get home soon before Karl’s stream was scheduled to begin.

“You are- fuck you’re such an idiot.” Karl managed to say between his breaths as his laughter began to die down. “How do you forget to ask for their number?!”

“I don’t know! I don’t know, okay? I just thought they looked attractive and then I got nervous talking to them, but at least I got a date! And I can always ask for their number tomorrow.”

“You’re an idiot.” Karl repeated, voice still breathless from laughing, and now it was Quackity’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, talk to me when you get a date.”

“At least I’m not the one falling for strangers at a Target.”

“Fuck you, you know what, I’m not going to show up on your stream tonight! Have fun explaining to your viewers as to why you lied about having me there.”

It was a lie. Both he and Karl knew that, which was why instead of begging him to come on, Karl simply laughed before speaking up again.

“Get home safe man, and goodluck on your date tomorrow, I’m gonna go finish setting up for stream.“

“Alright bye man.”

“Bye Q, don’t fall for another stranger on the way home.” He teased before cutting the call, leaving Quackity back in silence as he drove back home.

He doubted he’d be able to just fall for someone else. Not in the way he did with you at least. That was a once in a lifetime experience and he hoped on his lucky stars that if it had to, that it’d end well.

He had a good feeling about this. He could just hope his gut wasn’t wrong about it.

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[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

W.A.B

Erik x Meg

So there’s this girl.

Megan doesn’t like her.

thats okay though, she doesn’t need to like everyone all the time, and hell she never meets her eyes when she look at her, so the feelings probably mutual…

“You need to check your little work friend, Kay. I could smell the fake on that bitch the first time I met her. Now, she act like she can’t open her mouth to speak and she don’t even acknowledge my presence. I’m the first one to speak to her and she give that weak ass hi every single time.”

“Megan, sis, Monique is a little on the antisocial side. She just moved here all the way from Cali so she doesn’t know anybody except for me. Give her some time, she’ll come around.”

Megan rolls her eyes, “You steady sticking up for her.”

“She’s not a problem, girl. If it’ll make things easier I’ll talk to her.”

“I don’t need you to do anything, Kay. I already made my mind up about her.”

“Fine,” Kay threw her hands up with defeat, “I tried. I can’t change your mind.”

“I’m glad you know. Now, where are we going tonight again?”

Kay has been friends with Megan since grade school. Kay is about average height with deep brown skin, whiskey colored eyes, full lips with a gap in her teeth, small knot less braids in her hair that travels down her back, and a petite frame. Megan showed up at Kay’s place an hour ago because they both made plans this Saturday evening that some how included Monique. That part Megan was unaware about and she wasn’t thrilled.

“Remember Erik?” Kay said while applying her false lashes.

“Erik…Erik…”

Even after giving some thought to his name, Megan couldn’t recall who Erik was. She knew a lot of people but the name Erik didn’t ring bells.

“Tall, curly fro, dimples, tattoo of The Eye of Horus with the map of Africa on his back, big lips?”

“…girl I don’t know this nigga.” Megan said with a laugh.

“He used to hang around your ex. He came to the party you threw for him some months ago.”

“Ohhhhhh, the ex nigga I cried sick over? The one I wanted to fight for making me care?”

“Yes, he who must not be named…”

“Wait…do he got gold slugs in his mouth?”

“Yes!!!” Kay shouted.

“Mm…okay…he fine.”

“Ain’t he, Bitch.”

Megan could picture Erik’s face clearly now. She’s 5’10 and he was about 6’3. Megan didn’t say much to him when she first met him but her eyes did wander a few times.

“How you know this nigga got a tattoo on his back? You fuck em?”

“No!!!! I know because I follow him on ig and he stay taking shirtless pictures or having someone record him at the gym—”

“BITCH. You are invested.”

“You would be too.”

“Anywayssss, how I look?”

Megan stood up and did a 360. She’s wearing denim booty shorts, a white, fitted crop top, and black platform sandals on her feet. Her hair is in its natural state with curly clip ins to give it a more full look and she’s wearing light makeup.

“Not too much?” Megan asked.

“No, it’s cool. I’m wearing a dress, is that too much?”

“It depends on the type of party but I’m not surprised, Miss Bougie at the hood spots.”

“Fuck you!”

Kay grabbed her phone off of her vanity and swiped to left before bringing it to her ear.

“Hey, Mo. The door is open. I’m in my room with Meg. Okay…”

Kay hung up the phone before turning to face Megan.

“She just pulled up. Please be nice. No drama tonight.”

“Kay, I’m not your child. I ain’t with the rah-rah. She just better keep it cute. I just got my nails done, I’m not tryna break this new set—”

“WHY MUST YOU CHOOSE VIOLENCE?!!!”

Kay!

Megan knew that annoying ass Tweety Bird voice from anywhere. Megan suppressed her laugh and decided to act like she was occupied with her phone. Monique is stout and full-figured with tawny skin, curly copper-colored hair, and azure-colored contacts in her eyes. She’s wearing black leggings with a black wrap top that displayed her abundant cleavage and a minimalist sternum tattoo of the yin yang symbol. Monique walked in and her eyes flitted over to Megan sitting on Kay’s bed before she looked away to give Kay a smile with her arms spread wide.

“KAY-KAY!”

Monique squeezed Kay in her seat. Kay pulled away and went to check her make up to see if it smeared after all her hard work contouring.

“Girl, it’s still good. I should have known you would be doing your makeup when the function started an hour ago!”

“You know I gotta be fashionably late, Mo.”

Monique took a seat on Kay’s bed, her back to Megan. Megan looked Monique up and down as if she were worthless trash. Once again, she didn’t say hello, how are you, hi, good evening, NOTHING. Megan is usually the bigger person but tonight she won’t be. That bitch can’t speak then she won’t get a word out of Megan. Fuck her.

“Does Erik have a girlfriend?” Monique asked with a whisper as if she were trying to have a private conversation with Kay.

“Not that I know of, why? You got a thing for him or something? You know you shouldn’t be, right?”

Monique’s maliciously playful expression said it all.

“I ain’t tell you this but…he slid in my DMs.”

“Bitchhhhhh, what??”

Megan’s feline eyes peered over the top of her phone after Monique said that.

“I gave him my number and he called me seconds later to check to see if it was really me! Like boyyyy hold on!!!” Monique said with a roll of her eyes.

“But, that’s what you wanted though,” Kay said.

“He doesn’t need to know that…yet.”

Megan locked her phone and stood up from the bed, uncaring of anything else Monique had to say so she didn’t have to continue to hear her speak. It was about time for a drink and she was ready to go.

“Kay, you driving?” Megan inquired while grabbing her Telfar bag.

“I am. I know you’re ready to go.”

“Y’all keep sitting around chatting while the party going on so yeah I’m ready to go.”

Monique gave Megan the side eye but not a word slipped from her mouth. Megan was itching to say something but Kay’s pleading eyes is what stopped her.

“Let me grab my bag and then we can head out,” Kay stood up from her vanity and tossed Megan her keys, “you can start the car and I’ll be out.”

Megan’s eyes looked from Monique to Kay before she started walking away.

“Aight, DONT BE LONG!!!”

“Okayyyyy bitch!!!” Kay yelled after Megan before she disappeared down the hall.

Monique waited until she heard the door close to the apartment before she decided to speak.

“Kay…what’s up with your bestfriend? She got a problem with me hanging with you or something?”

Kay shook her head and sighed, “Mo, I’m not getting into that and I’m not gonna talk behind my girl back. All I gotta say is maybe you should talk to her, woman to woman. I’m just gonna leave it at that.”

Monique smiles, “Soooooo there IS a problem… mmkay.”

“Mo,” Kay stood still with her eyes unblinking on Monique, “No drama, whatever needs to be said will be said after the party.”

“All I’m worried about is Erik. That’s it.”

“Uh-huh…you ready?”

Kay and Monique left the bedroom and shut off all the lights in the apartment except for the light above the oven before leaving. Outside, Megan is sitting in the drivers seat, music vibrating the car from how deep the bass is. Kay walked around to the drivers side and knocked on the window. Megan rolled the window down for her and the loud music hit Kay’s ears instantly.

“So, you’re driving then?!”

“Yep! Get in the car so we can go!”

Kay walks around the front of the car to the passenger side to get in. Monique took her place in the backseat behind Kay.

“What’s his address?” Megan asked while clicking away on her phone, her long, acrylics making a tapping noise against the screen.

“The address is…9449 Briar Forest Dr.”

Megan pauses her typing.

“Dayummmm, he sent you the address too?!” Kay said looking back at Monique.

“Cuz, bitch, he know what’s up!”

Megan pulled off and exited the parking lot to the apartment complex. The drive will take 36 minutes and if she knew that before hand she wouldn’t have agreed to driving. Luckily, she had her music to keep her calm. At least she can focus on that instead of Monique bragging in the back seat like she found gold at the end of a rainbow. Megan crossed her eyes with annoyance at how dick whipped she is over a nigga she hadn’t even seen in person yet.

“I hope it’s some food there. You can’t throw a party without food you’ll have everybody fighting!” Kay said.

“…how old is Erik again?”

She can’t have a conversation without bringing him up every second.

“Idk…probably in his 30s.” Kay said.

“I like em’ older so that’s cool with me,” Monique stuck her tongue out, “how long until we get there?”

“Idk…Meg, how long?”

“About thirty minutes. Do I need to stop at 7 Eleven on the way?”

“Some water that’s all.” Kay said.

The drive was mostly silent minus the occasional mumbling of lyrics from a song. A 7 Eleven was ten minutes away from Erik’s place so they made a stop. The area was crowded with people hanging around their cars and taking pictures. All three women got out of the car and walked up to the 7 Eleven. A group of guys noticed them coming and one of them opened the door so they could enter. He didn’t hide his interest and he was about to grab Megan’s arm before she cocked her arm back.

“Boy, don’t touch me, I don’t know you,” Megan said defensively with a roll of her eyes, “you niggas can get real touchy…I fight niggas too, the fuck.”

“Damn, sweetheart, no need for the attitude.”

His friends snickered behind him.

“Let’s get what we need and go I’m not tryna go to jail tonight.” Megan said.

Kay went to the back of 7 Eleven where the fridges are and found three tall Deer Park water bottles for them. Megan couldn’t resist the urge to grab two party bags of hot Cheetos for herself later. Monique stood by the register typing away on her phone with a blush on her face.

“Let me guess, that’s Erik asking where you at?” Kay said trying to be nosy and look at her friend’s phone.

Monique moves her phone away, “Maybe.”

“Ain’t no point in being secretive, hoe, I know it’s him!”

“Omg…why is he trying to FaceTime right now?!!!”

“Probably drunk and wondering where you are. Answer it.”

Kay sat the water bottles on the counter at the register and Megan did the same for her chips. Kay insisted on paying for it so she pulled out a 20 dollar bill and handed it to the cashier. The usual chime from answering a FaceTime call could be heard directly behind Megan and when she turned she was staring straight into the camera at Erik. He was walking with a lime green solo cup in his hand, grinning with his decorated grill and dimples in the camera. Megan could make out shouting and music in the background.

He was looking damn good and Megan found herself staring a little too long causing Monique to angle the phone away. Megan laughed at that, amused that Monique would even think she gave a fuck about Erik. If she wanted him, she could take him. Period. Kay grabbed the bag with the water and Megan grabbed her chips. Monique had this fake uninterested look on her face but it was all a gimmick so she wouldn’t look desperate for the nigga. Megan couldn’t contain her giggling.

“Who’s that laughing?”

Megan’s face popped into view with her tongue out before she moved away. She knew that pissed Monique off.

“Hold up, is that Megan Wegan?!”

“Did he really just call you that?!!!” Kay said.

“What’s up, shorty! How you been? I ain’t know you fucked wit Monique.”

“I don’t.” Megan said openly and without pause.

Kay slapped her arm with her mouth wide open.

“Dayummmmm, still just as mean,” Erik chuckles.

“You called to speak to me, Erik. Let’s not get off topic about shit that doesn’t matter.”

“LeTs NOt GeT oFf ToPic aBoUT ShIT ThAT DoESNT mattER. Girl, BYEEEEE.”

“So that’s what you’re about? Acting tough and showing off? Megan, please,” Monique argues.

“And you tough? Yeen bout’ that life—”

“Can y’all two chill out?!” Kay shouts, gaining attention.

“Don’t bring that here or I’ma have to set up a ring for y’all to wrestle in,” Erik’s laughter came through the phone loudly and it made Megan smile.

“Make sure you have my 42, Erik, and just maybe I’ll play nice!” Megan said.

“I’m hanging up,” Monique ended the FaceTime and slammed the car door after she got in.

“This shit is brand new, Mo! Don’t be slamming my door!” Kay said.

“Let’s just go,” Monique crossed her arms over her large bust, “How much longer?”

“Just under ten minutes.”

Megan caught Monique scowling at her through the rear view mirror and she blew her a kiss. There is definitely some jealousy in her towards Meg. Nothing surprises her. She’s seen it all, lost so called ‘besties’ because of it. One friend spread a rumor about her in high school that resulted in a huge fight between Megan and two other girls. Another friend sold her nudes to some dudes and tried to lie about it. Kay is the only friend that has stuck beside her. She’s the only chick Megan trusts. No new friends, not even Monique.

When they arrived to Woodlake On The Bayou apartments, Monique texted Erik to come to the door. His apartment is on an upper level so they had to climb a set of stairs. Two minutes later, a door opened up and he popped his head out with a smirk. Monique increased the pace in her step to reach him first. Megan took slow strolls while snacking on her Hot Cheetos, watching Monique wrap her arms around Erik’s neck on her tip toes. Erik gave her short body a one arm hug before holding his door open for her to go inside. Kay waved hello shyly before following behind Monique. Before Megan could do the same, Erik blocked her entrance with his bicep.

He’s wearing an orange tank jersey so she could see the definition of his muscles on the side of his torso all the way up to his arm. He even smelled damn good. Megan lifted a brow at him as her eyes never left his, wondering why he’s not letting her in. Erik openly checked her out from head to toe, huffing with a shake of his head. If he had something to say, now is the time, especially since Monique is watching both of them like a hawk. Just more proof that she hates her for many reasons—looks, attention, blessings.

“We didn’t have a proper hello,” Erik bites his lip, “You lookin' good, Meg…still with that Lil’ nigga?”

“Ain’t that your friend? And you know his name, stupid.”

“I don’t know that nigga like that.” Erik said.

“So, you’re just friends with somebody he know?”

“Basically. Fuck allat…I’m glad you showed up.”

“You didn’t even know I was coming first of all,” Megan tried to walk past but Erik’s chest blocked her, “second, If you’re so fucking glad, why not let me in?”

“I just felt like messing wit’ you,” Erik slowly steps aside, “Come on in, girl.”

“THANK YOU.”

Erik closes his door.

“Party is in the living room. Ain’t much but a kick back. Ordered some pizza and wings, plenty of drinks to go around. Go help yourselves.”

“Good, cuz I’m starving,” Kay didn’t waste time going towards the living room, “Y’all coming?”

“Yeah,” Monique looped her arm around Erik’s, “But Erik gotta show me around first.”

Megan and Erik gave each other a quick look before she left him alone with Monique. That shit was a turn off and she could see in Erik’s eyes that he wasn’t feeling it too much either. Both of them knew why and once again it wasn’t a shocker. Megan and Kay made their way into the living room and there a group of guys with drinks and weed could be spotted with a handful of girls standing along the wall with drinks in their hands. Erik had music playing from his Echo and there, in the dining room, is the food and drinks. Megan didn’t recognize anyone there so she took a seat at the dining room table, grabbed a plate, and started filling it up with honey old bay wings.

“What you think so far?” Kay asked before taking a bite out of her pizza.

“It’s chill. The drink selection is lookin’ good!”

Megan noticed two bottles of 42 on the table unopened. She grabbed one and a lime green solo cup with a little bit of orange juice. She made herself a full cup and went back to eating her wings.

“You wanna know something? Erik was happy to see you, girl.”

“…was he? I couldn’t tell…”

“Megan, now you know—”

“Don’t say that too loud, your friend won’t like it. Speaking of your friend, there she go.”

Kay could see Monique sitting on Erik’s lap. She sat sideways with her arm around his shoulders while he talked to one of his friends. Megan checked his body language. Monique appears to be trying to gain his attention and Erik would give her a nonchalant head nod until one of his boys says something funny then he’s laughing. She had to initiate everything with him to gain his attention and he was giving her the bare minimum. Megan could feel his eyes on her even when she looked away. Clearly, he wanted to be where she was and not with Monique.

The 42 started creeping up on drink number two and Megan pushed away her plate of eaten wings before grabbing a napkin for her fingers. Kay was talking to some random chick about her hair and Megan didn’t have anywhere else to look but forward into the living room and Erik was in her line of vision. She smiled at Erik and he smiled back, showing off his symmetrical pearly whites and gold slugs. Megan rubbed her hands against her exposed thighs slowly, skin feeling warm and flushed. He turned his head away from her but Megan still had her eyes on him. They raked over his body and when they fell to his crotch she froze. It’s not his fault, she sat all that booty on his lap. That’s what happens, and he can’t help the fact that he has such a big dick. There he is, in his jeans, bulging nonetheless, dick looking like it’s halfway down his leg. Megan couldn’t believe it.

“Oh my God…”

“What?” Kay asked, looking into the living room to see what Megan could be talking about.

“Nothing. This drink just hit me faster than usual,” Megan plays it off with a laugh.

An hour passed and after a useless game of drunk Uno, Megan felt looser and wilder, twerking and taking shots. She almost forgot all about Erik and his Captain Hook until he approached her from behind, reaching over her to grab a slice of pizza. Megan looked back at him with a glare, mushing him playfully when he started chewing in her ear.

“Back up, Water Head!!!”

His gaze focused on her low cut shirt that exposed her cleavage. Megan pretended not to notice while drinking from her cup, eyes wandering every which way. A chuckle escaped her lips. It was the drink making her act silly.

“I can’t back up even if I wanted to, baby girl.”

“Don’t let your girlfriend hear you say that.”

“Girlfriend?” Erik’s top lip curled up, “You got it all figured out, huh?”

“You’re the one checking for her so…”

“I ain’t tied down, Meg. I’m a free agent.”

“Not to her. Y’all practically married,” Megan snorted.

“Nah…she fine…but she ain’t my girl. Plus, she got a nigga already.”

“What?!!”

Erik shakes his head with laughter, “You a trip. Yeah, she taken.”

“And got the nerve to get mad at me for talking to you. Little does she know, if I wanted you, I could have you. She think you safe? That hoe is played!!”

Erik couldn’t contain his laughter. He had a hand to his stomach, back bent over, and tears brimming his eyes. Megan gave him a weird look before joining him. Erik grabbed onto her arms to hold himself up but he was only weighing Megan down with him. They both ended up on the carpet, Megan leaning over him and Erik resting back on his elbows. Megan sat back on her knees to wipe her eyes and Erik tried to catch his breath. He looked up at Megan while licking his lips, his eyes falling on her chest again.

“I saw you lookin earlier, girl.”

“What?” Megan said.

“Looking at this,” Erik points to his crotch, “You see something you like?”

“You are soooooooo cocky!!!!!”

“But I can do that…you know I can.”

“…true,” Megan said with a small voice and a roll of her eyes.

Megan stood from the floor and pulled her shorts down because they had ridden up her thighs. Erik got into a push up position before standing and he was about to wrap an arm around Megan until he felt small hands grabbing onto his arm to gain his attention.

“Erikkkkk, C’mere,” Monique yanked on his arm to bring him to her eye level, “I gotta tell you something.”

Insecure?

“What’s good?”

Erik brought his ear to Monique’s mouth and she began to whisper. Monique stared at Megan with a smug look to challenge her and at that moment, Megan wanted all the smoke. That wrestling idea Erik had earlier started sounding like a great plan. Put Monique in the ring for Megan to handle.

“Shit…”

With her hand in his, Monique leads Erik out of the living room and Left Megan standing there. She wanted to know what she had to say that was such a secret.

“Meg…”

Kay motioned for her to come over and join them in a game of Jenga. Erik had the large pieces that you stack on the floor. Fuck it, why not?

“No!!! That’s cheating!!! You gotta choose the piece that you already had!!! Don’t go switching up!!”

Loud, sonorous laughter filled the living room from Megan’s irritation and some dude that was currently taking his turn in Jenga.

“I don’t remember that rule, Shawty. I technically didn’t grab the piece, I just tapped it and realized that I couldn’t use it so I moved on.”

“Cheating ass…”

Megan tried a middle piece. She pushed it with the tip of her nail and the tower began to wobble. She jerked her hand away quickly and held her breath, praying that it wouldn’t fall. When it finally stopped, Megan takes her two fingers to gently pull the piece. She went as slow as a sloth, ignoring the others trying to purposefully distract her.

“HA!!!!” Megan takes her piece and stacks it on top, “Now who’s laughing—NOOOOOOO!!!!”

The tower shook out of control and came tumbling down into a pile on the carpet. Megan kicked her feet and crossed her arms like a baby, lip poked out and a frown on her face.

“Awwww!!!! You won the last one though, babe!!” Kay said, trying to cheer her friend up.

“Fuck this, I’m going to pee,” Megan walked away with her middle finger extended to those who wanted to continue to laugh.

Out of the living room, Megan continued walking to the back of the apartment where the bathroom most likely was. It’s dark minus a door ajar on her right. She slipped past and looked in quickly only to stop dead in her tracks. Her eyes went wide with surprise and she wanted to speak but couldn’t because the visual before her eyes muted her completely. In what appears to be Erik’s room, Megan could see Monique on her knees and Erik’s back against a wall with his orange jersey folded beneath his chin and his jeans around his ankles.

His big veiny dick stood at attention and from the soft glow of his lamp light, Megan could see it glossy from her spit. Megan gasped and looked towards him, wondering to herself how he fuck with a dick that big. Sure, she could take it, dance on even, but goddamn. He grinned proudly down at Monique, talking lowly to her while she licked him. Erik would put his hand on the back of her head to try and force her mouth down and around him but she wouldn’t do it. Megan backed away from the door, contemplating on leaving, but fuck, that dick is just sooo big and shes struggling sooo much to take it. All that big dick in your face and mouth and all you can do is lick?

“Weak ass bitch,” Megan spoke with a hushed tone.

She talked a whole lot of shit, bragged about how Erik wanted her and how she’s the best and she can’t even prove it on her knees. How could she pass this chance to put her in her place? Show this girl that Erik ain’t some weak ass nigga with a weak ass dick. Dick that she’s probably used to that’s why she can’t throat him like he wants to. And Erik is being wayyyy too gentle at the moment. He’s supposed to tell that bitch to open up wide, present that throat, and shove that fat pole inside until she gagged. Continue to pump her pathetic throat and tell her how much of a pitiful little slut she is. That turned Megan on. Picturing Erik bucking his hips and his heavy sack knocking into her chin. Her nose running and eyes leaking with tears.

It was now of never.

Megan pushed open that door and walked inside, shutting it behind her. Erik looked up at her wide eyed, grabbing his dick to put it away. Monique noticed his change of mood and glanced over her shoulder to find Megan standing there with a smirk on her face.

“So, this is what you whispered about? You wanted that dick in your mouth.”

“Megan—”

“Shut up, bitch.”

Erik took his hand off his dick and squinted his eyes at Megan with a tilt of his head, wondering what she was up to. Megan walked over to them, got down on her knees, and looked up at Erik with her sultry eyes and lips parted. Her hand rose and latched onto Monique’s hair, her nails gripping tightly on her curls before she forced her face towards Erik’s still hard and curvy dick.

Megan smiled at Erik and spoke with the sweetest voice, “Here, let me help.”

Monique let out ragged breaths as Megan pressed her lips to her ear.

“Open your fucking mouth, bitch…”

Monique peered up at Erik and saw him shrug his shoulder.

“You heard what she said, open up.”

Monique cut her eyes to Erik’s dick and then slowly opened her mouth. She looked afraid and the fear made Megan smile. She could see Erik’s dick jump slightly from that.

“All this big dick in your face and you wanna act scared? Open up, Mo, or you’re getting smacked in the face with this dick. You ain’t leaving this spot until you suck this dick.”

“Hmm,” Erik bites his lip, “You know you want to.”

Monique closed her eyes and opened up again. Megan pushed her head down on it as deep as she can go. Erik stood still and his mouth gaped. A slow fuck yes escaped his mouth and Megan could feel her entire pussy tingle. Monique grabbed onto Erik’s thighs while Megan used her hair to move her head back and forth, Monique gagging and choking.

"awww you can do better than thaat,” Megan takes her hand to grab Erik’s heavy balls, “And these big nuts? You better get these too.”

“Damn, Meg…nasty…” Erik stiffened in Monique’s mouth when Megan began to caress his sack, “Hand is soft as fuck on my nuts…”

“This where all that cum at, huh? You gon’ cum in this bitch mouth? Huh?”

Megan pulled her head back and forth, each time Monique would pause, Megan would push her head a little bit longer, a little bit deeper. Sure enough, Monique was crying, her false lashes wet and mascara running. A faint whimper came from her and her hand landed between her legs. She slipped her hand into her leggings and started rubbing her clit. Megan noticed straight away and giggled.

“You like this? You like being used? A mouth to fuck? Look at you, rubbing that pussy. I bet that pussy is wet as fuck right now. Did I tell you to stop? Keep sucking this dick.”

“Damn, mouth feel good as shit, mmm,” Erik’s eyes went low and he started moving his hips to feed her some dick. His grunts had Megan staring up at him. She enjoyed watching the expression of defeat on his face. She loved the way his curved, fat dick looked coated in spit.

"Like being face fucked like this? you nasty little bitch…” Erik said.

“She does, look,” Megan pointed to Monique touching herself, “She got her hand down her pants all in her pussy.”

“I bet after I nut in her mouth she’ll bend over and show me that pussy,” Erik said with a deep voice.

“That’s what sluts do…they give that pussy up…ain’t that right?”

Monique nods her head. She sucked as hard as she could, spit bubbles making her look like she was foaming at the mouth. Erik grabbed the sides of her head and started face fucking her hard.

Gluck gluck gluck

“Fuck yes…mmm…got that big ass dick down your throat…Unh…show me you’re not a weak bitch and take that dick…look at him…he wanna cum so bad…you gon’ swallow that nut?”

Megan pulls her head off, looking at how messy she is now, drool all over her face and her makeup ruined by tears.

“I asked you a question…are you gonna swallow his cum, slut?” Megan said.

“Yes!” Monique shouted with a shaky voice.

“You better, or he’s gonna cum on your face.”

“Shit, I can do that too. She want it so bad I’ll paint her all over,” Erik tilted her chin, “I’m close…open that mouth back up so I can bust…”

“Get that nut, E,” Megan encouraged before pushing Monique and watching her lips go tight and cheeks sink in.

Megan could see Monique’s cheek poke out from the curved tip of Erik’s dick hitting her there. Imagine that dick doing just that but in your pussy. Mmm. Megan turns Monique’s head so she can suck Erik’s dick from the side. He brings his hands up to rest on top of his head, jaw clenched, nostrils flared, a guttural moan trapped in his throat. His hips are off the wall now and trembling. He’s so close. Megan felt her clit jump from how tight his balls had gotten.

“Damn, Erik,” Megan yanks Monique’s hair and she’s off his dick again, “Get that fat sack, bitch…you see how full it is? You better give that shit all the love it deserves.”

Megan shoved her face into his balls and Monique started licking and lightly sucking on him.

“SHIT. Oooh, Shit. Hmph…”

“Make this fine ass nigga cum, Mo,” Megan locked eyes with Erik, “I wanna see how that dick look shooting cum.”

“Oh yeah? It’s a lot…I can give you some of this whenever you want it.”

“That was the plan anyway,” Megan said with a smirk.

Monique was guided back to Erik’s dick and like a fiend she opened up wide and gulped that dick down. Megan stood up and grabbed Erik’s chin, taking her curled tongue to lick the seam of his lips before sucking his fleshy bottom lip into her mouth.

“Cum in her mouth…make her choke on that nut…show this bitch that she’s only good for sucking dick…you better not stick that big dick in her pussy…I’m taking that dick when I get on it…”

“Fuckkkkkkk—Megan you—Damn, I want you so bad, girl—”

His hips stuttered out of control and he knocked Monique’s head back with how hard his hips moved. Megan watched with lust filled eyes as he moved wildly in that tight mouth. He palmed the back of her head, his teeth sinking deeply into his bottom lip, stretching that bitch throat all the way out. Megan sucked on his neck and ear, and when he came undone he palmed her ass. Monique’s eyes squeezed shut and she began to cough from the load that Erik served her slut mouth.

“Don’t spit none of it out, swallow it,” Megan orders, “There you go…good girl…drink that nut…now lick your lips…”

Monique licks her lips and sucked on her fingers like she was eating butter cream frosting. Erik exhales, fixing his dick back into his briefs, completely ignoring Monique on her knees with a spit covered face. She looked freshly used and everyone from the party would notice. Monique stood up, awkwardly meeting Megan’s gaze. What could she say?

Thank you for helping me suck his dick

If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to open my mouth and take him

He’s so big, I’m glad you showed up to assist

I’m sorry for being so rude to you, Megan, how could I ever repay you?

I hope I can get to suck his dick and eat her pussy at the same time.

Maybe I can be their bitch more often.

Megan fluffed her curly hair and gave herself a once over in Erik’s body length mirror before making her way towards the door as if nothing happened. Monique sauntered away quickly, mostly out of embarrassment that this even happened the way it did. Erik never left his spot on the wall, irritated that it wasn’t Megan that was on her knees to begin with.

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment. 

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly. 

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches. 

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.” 

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest. 

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement. 

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room. 

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you. 

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up. 

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently. 

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric? 

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends. 

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back. 

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her. 

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.” 

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school. 

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High. 

Cut all ties now. You have two days. 

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon. 

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her. 

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.” 

“It’s none of your business, Zara.” 

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders. 

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym. 

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle. 

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left. 

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand. 

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to  catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning. 

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door. 

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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[blue-broken-heart]

BoyFriend for the Day- Johnny Suh x Reader (16+)

Johnny Suh X Reader (16+ for heavy make out session ig)

Summary; Reader is ditched by date and Stranger Johnny comes to her rescue. They build a friendly raport since Johnny is 'running' from trouble and Reader is bored. they play boyfriend and Girlfriend for the day. The fashion Evaluator's choice of outfit leads to a hot and heavy make out session in a changing room at the mall.

TW: Explicit language, suggestive touching, bad mouthiing person(judging)

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“Think her date ditched her?” They started again.

“Look at the untouched glass...maybe she bought it to pretend she came with someone?”

“True...wanna bet she fakes a phone call and leaves after eating to ditch the bill?”

I drank some water, as the wifi began sticking, I sighed to myself. My hair was falling, Banks left, and now I’m alone waiting on food, with two underaged kids insulting me. Weren’t they there to stalk their celebrity crush? Why were they picking on me?

“Hey doll, Did you wait long?” A smooth voice asked as a tall man slid into the seat in front of me. I didn’t say anything. I looked over him to check his wealth. Clear skin, designer hoodie, jeans, grey sneakers, his watch caught my attention a cart black square face watch. At least $10,000? I recalled Banks showing me his.

“Holy shit...you think she’s a sugar baby?” The girl whispered to her friend.

“And who are you handsome?” I asked looking at his lor-racks looking figure.

“Young ho, your date for the evening,” He said, picking up the wine, tilting it to me.

“Last I checked my date had some work to get to so he left about five to ten minutes ago,” I said tilting the water to him.

“Then I’ll play replacement for the evening,” He said, “Would you mind Doll?”

“I’m not Doll, My names Ace, Pleasure to meet you,” I offered him my hand which he kissed.

“Why did you come to me then?” I asked, looking at him taking up a menu, he was breathing hard and sweating a lot.

“Business,” He muttered as the waitress came back, “21 questions, nothing about personal life or issues.”

“Honey,” She nudged me, “What did I say. So sugar, what can I get you?”

“Another bottle of water and a Magician specialty,” Young Ho said. As the waitress wrote it down then left.

“Why the café?” I asked as he pulled up his hoodie looking around.

“I was running from someone,” He said, his eyes shifty,” Why are you dressed so sexy and sitting alone?”

“My date bought me a dress, then left,” I shrugged, “If you run, you got away for now don’t act so jumpy or you’ll alert them,” I said, throwing my extra shirt to him.

“So you think I’ll wear a female shirt?” He said opening the oversized shirt in front of him. Then pulling off his hoodie in front of me, his under shirt riding up.

“You’re trying to blend in right?” I asked as he smoothed out his hair. The white brand shirt, being pulled down again.

“Give me your jacket then,” He mushed reaching for my denim jacket, “I’m sure you date would mind you lending me his jacket?”

“It’s not my date's It’s my boyfriends’,” I said as he wore Joon’s jacket and the hand embroidery looked as if it was made for him.

“Out here cheating?” He asked, “Or is it your ex?”

“Cheating,” I said, even though Joon and I weren’t dating yet despite many others thinking so, “Give me your hoodie,”

“hmm... If he comes in will I have to fight?” Young ho asked as he handed me his hoodie. I folded it small and shoved it into my bag.

“Nope he knows where I am,” I said as Joon’s number flashed on my phone, “Speaking of the devil.” I said answering it.

“What do I owe for the occasion?” I asked into the phone.

“Where’s Banks? Kavita was watching some kids’ live and I saw the band glinting in the back. Who are you with and why did he strip in front of you?” Joon asked and I looked around, for the person with the camera.

“Ahh he left to do some work, but I got the file, the guy in front of me is Young-Ho, who is running from business,” I told Joon and Young ho looked panicked and scanned the room, I pointed to the boys’ vlog in the back. His eyes widened and he sloughed to the table.

“Get out of there quickly,” Joon warned, “Ah your waitress is back,” He said as she came back with two plates in her hand. Placing them in front of us, “Eat quick and get out, there are too many cameras around you. Hoon doesn’t want your face to be out there,”

“Okay,” I muttered, my mind running to Hoons peverted actions and teasing.

“I’m off then, gonna bag 1 milly later,” Joon said.

“Later?” I asked knowing the race was tomorrow night.

“Nah you sent the file and we decided the clearest would be tonight so get ready I’ll pick you up at Honey ma’s diner okay?” Joon said and I agreed then hung up. Young ho was almost done with his sandwich as looked starved.

“The big boss is monitoring you huh?” He said, wiping his mouth.

“Nah, his friend is watching the live and they saw us in the back,” I replied and looked down at the modified grilled cheese in front of me.

“Oh...he works with computers?” He asked, looking at my food.

“No personal questions remember?” I said handing him half, it was grilled cheese with chicken, lettuce, tomatoes and such.

“So I can’t ask about the race either?” He asked, and began eating again.

“I have to get something to wear… I won’t be able to get home and change in time,” I said as we fell into silence again, to finish eating.

“Cheating? With two men at the same place?” The girl said again.

“We need to protect our baby from that slut!”

“Slut is being nice. Her legs must be open 24/7?”

“It's free for all at that point,” They laughed together.

“Why do guys like plastic bitched like her? Then groan about girls not being shit when that’s the kind they run down?”

“We are good girls but they never give us a chance! I hate men! They think they are superior just cause they are men,”

“I know right but Na-baby’s the exception, if he told me to get in the kitchen, I'd ask what he wanted to eat.”

Young-Ho snorted at her comment and looked up at me. I passed him my water as he choked for a little.

“Oh my gods I thought I was going to die for a moment,” He groaned.

“Nah you're good now,” I replied dusting off my dress. I stood up and felt his eye looking over me, “Like what you see?”

“Yes mommy,” He said standing next to me, towering over me, “Where to now?”

“The mall or something? Wait you’re following me?” I asked, pulling the dress down a bit as it rode up.

“Wear my hoodie if you don’t like how revealing you dress is...though I wouldn’t mind you taking it off,” He said low for me to hear.

“If you pay me enough then maybe I will,” I replied, as he walked over to the table where the girls were.

“Hey, I noticed you have some really pretty smiles. Can I get your number?” He asked the girls. One of them pulled her jacket close and the other looked mad.

“Do we look like objects for you to buy and sell?” The mad one said.

“Never, I just thought you guys were cuter than her,” He pointed to me, “She's not my type...you two on the other hand..”

“She as a boyfriend! And I was not placed here to please your eyes or your needs!” She told him.

“That’s why those ‘guys’ don’t like you. It’s not your looks its your personality.” He said, walking away “GUys like cute girls but it’s only so much we can deal with your shit.”

I stood at the counter waiting on someone to come for me to pay the bill, as Young-Ho came back to me mumbling to himself, “Motherfuckers think they can sit there and everything’ll be done for them, with shit personalities, Gods I hate them.”

“Hey no need to get mad, to each his own right?” I said turning to him.

“Let me pay the bill,” He said,” I ruined your alone time after all?”

“Nope, I have money, also you are trying to keep low key remember?” I recalled pulling his hand away from his pocket, “Hold my bag instead.”

“Then so be it,” He laughed taking the mini backpack, strapping it over his shoulders. A man came over and asked for our table number. I told him as I saw the amount paying him in cash. I noticed the stares he gave Young-Ho before asking,” Are you really letting her pay?”

“I was told to hold the bag,” He defended, shaking off his dirty look.

“It’s guys like you that cause women to throw us all in the same boat.” He then handed me my change and the bill. I unzipped my bag attached to Young ho’s chest and placed it inside taking out my keys.

“You came with a car? I thought you came with the date?” Young ho asked, looking at the key in my hand.

“Nope, he sent me a dress and told me to meet him here,” I said as the midday sun blazed my eyes.

“What do you drive?” He asked looking around the parking lot.

“That,” I pointed to the racing bike parked to our left.

“Damn girl you rode that here wearing that dress?” He said, pulling the little hanging tail on the dress. I flinched back hitting his hand away laughing.

“And my jacket,” I said, walking over to get the helmet, an extra under the back.

“Then can I ride?” He asked taking Joon’s helmet from the back, jumping on the bike, and standing it up.

“Sure just don’t kill me,” I said pulling on his hoodie, his smell covering me. It was like a manly sexy smell whatever that meant.

“Are you going to stand there smelling my hoodie or are you going to get on?” He said, throwing the other helmet to me, I wore it and tugged at the ends a bit so it covered my dress and a little more of my legs. It was much larger than me, making it look like a knee length night dress. As I jumped on the back of the humming bike. Young-Ho used his free hand to pull me close to him. I laughed causing him to turn back, “Stay close to me unless you want to die,” He said.

“I ride with my boyfriend, do you really think I don’t know that?” I asked, sliding forward pressing my body to him, then wrapping my legs around his waist then my arms under his. Tightly holding his chest, I used the sexy voice “Or do you want me like this?”

“Suit yourself miss Ace,” He said then pulled out, I kept extremely close to him occasionally touching places I shouldn’t, causing him to jump the first two or three times.

He was a good rider, slightly racer-like but he exercised caution the entire way. We came up the large mall, bustling with happy families and such people going about doing their thing. He got to a park close to the door and Stopped.

“Do you want to touch more than my heart Ace?” He said, turning his helmet to mine.

“Will you let me?” I said with the sexy voice.

“If you let me choose your outfit,” He said, his voice low. I nodded and got off, taking off the helmet and placed it on the handle bar. Joon’s wrapped race bike looked mad that I let someone else ride it. I bent down to the engine where Young-Ho still sat.

“Baby, don’t be mad I promise I won’t let anyone else ride you okay?” I cooed, “It's a one time thing. Only me and Joonie will use you okay?”

“I didn’t hear about a threesome,” Young-Ho said, leaning to me.

“I’m comforting her,” I said standing up, “You are the only other person other than my boyfriend or I who has ridden her.”

“I know why you wouldn’t let anyone else ride her, she’s been calibrated exactly,” He said patting the bike, “It’s rare someone does calibrate their bikes to be so...comforting to a pro’s taste.”

“Lets go and we can see who’s the better rider~” I said, pulling Joon’s jacket on him. Young-Ho got off and followed, placing the key in his pocket.

As we followed into the mall. It was crowded to say the least, we gained some odd looks, which caused him to hug me from the back. Some small conversations took place mainly of him asking me of the nature of the race, what I was comfortable with wearing and if I had any ideas for the outfit.

I didn’t have much of an opinion as we made a deal to play boyfriend and girlfriend for the remaining time we had together. Mainly to avoid the strange stares we were receiving. Oftentimes Young-Ho teased me about Joon not knowing what I was doing with him as well as some short dirty conversations that led to some strong tension by the time we entered the first store.

“That,” He let go and walked over to a piece of a top, it was white and looked like a t-shirt but cut around mid chest. Next to it there was a fish net stockings with the band candy stripe in black and white numerous extra body straps in the package with. Presumably for along the legs.

“Are you trying to sell me to someone with a fishing kink?” I asked following him around the store, nothing catching his eye.

“Nope I’m building from the highlights,” He said whatever that meant, “I like your shoes, but it's too bulky then they’ll clash with the slim figure I’m planning,” He said walking to the cashier with only the top and stockings.

“I want these,” I said, placing the green club kid glasses next to the items.

“Really?” He said looking at the flimsy frame, “Buy an original that won’t last very long.”

“Nah, I’ll probably wear it once then stash it, I have a dress I wanted one to wear with,” I told him, and he asked if I had a picture. I fumbled for my phone that hung on his back in my bag. Unlocking it to Joon sending he’ll be the home racer, he’s wearing blue then.

I told Young-ho, then got the picture, it amusingly being me at home kneeling on the kitchen island biting my finger the silver chain dress hanging limply and sparkling on its own, it split on both sides til my waist using three loose straps to hold it together. My eyes were done with smokey and bold red lips. As I wasn’t wearing anything beneath, I couldn't. It was one of those item photos Joon suggested I take in case a client asked what I was doing or wearing while I was just at home comfortable.

“You have a tattoo on your hip?” He asked, looking at the spot on me then to the picture.

“Nope, it’s not real, it was one of those air brush tattoos I got at a party,” I told him. After saying it would work, just don’t do such heavy eye makeup. I asked why.

“Heavy makeup will make the look too much, just do a nude look or put a skin coloured glitter on your lid.” He said resting the phone on the counter pointing at my eyes, “Also you are really bad at that smokey eye. Luckily men probably can’t tell.”

After cashing we headed to another store, a luxury one this time he headed right in, not waiting on me hesitating at the entrance. It looked like the staff knew him, meaning only one thing he came here often or he spent enough money to get him on a vip list. He pointed to me and two of the women came over as he walked to sit on a chair in front of the change room. Opening a catalogue I walked over the women getting the clothes he chose.

I propped myself on the corner of the chair he was on, looking over at what he was doing. It was pre listed for next season. I guess he felt my discomfort and placed his hand on my leg.

“Don’t worry I’m picking up the tab,” He smirked, “ Just let your man know I dressed you for him.”

“Maybe you’ll take it off too,” I laughed, I wasn’t worried about the money. I wasn’t comfortable walking around in his hoodie, and the dress kept dropping at my chest a strap loosen I assumed as I kept having to pull it back.

“We’ll see,” He said, “Go in there, I want to see the outfits, they’ve already been grouped.”

“No peeking then,” I said walking away from him, I felt his eyes lingering on me. The change room was only mirrors and I didn’t like it, I saw my entire body, every part I was insecure about. Luckily there were only three outfits.

The first was blue and white striped pants with the primary being a black track pants. Then a see through top, all black and sheer, my chest was covered by a thin piece of fabric with the brand's name on it. I threw on the white jacket quickly standing upright to hide and bits of fat that would show through the outfit. I checked myself out then walked out. Young-Ho looked up and came to me circling and looked at every inch of me, I’m not going to lie it was hot, I loved his judgmental look and stern eyes. He pulled at certain parts of the outfit allowing it to puff out then stopped in front of me, walking backwards to his seat. Then said,” It doesn’t suit you, take it off.”

“Gods you look hot right now,” I said, startling him.

“I should be saying that to you Ace, you're the model right now not me,” He smirked, “Go change.”

“I’ll change if you are taking it off,” I said tilting my head to the side, and placing my arms back.

“Just go,” He laughed. As I left, in the room I saw the second outfit; a simple checkered outfit. It was blue, red white and black. The pants were split legged, one leg was blue, a checkered row down the side, the other legs were the same but the blue was red. The top was a bra both cups black and white checkered, the top was a bunch of straps in blue, red and white. It was hell to figure out. I guess I took too long as I came out and Young-Ho was talking to a staff member about going to check on me.

“There she is, Did my little Ace get hot waiting on me?” He teased, as he came back to me, running his hands along my chest fixing the straps, I looked up at him.

“If you touch there you’ll have a little problem on your hands,” I said pulling him to me by his belt loops. He laughed low, and looked back at me.

“And if I touch here?” He asked, running a hand to my ass. He pulled me closer to him and told the women to close the back room where we were.

“I’ll do this,” I said, wrapping one of my legs around him, “What’ll you do about it?”

“I’ll punish you for misdemeanor,” He said, hoisting me up onto him. He kept looking at me as he walked back to the change room, the moment he closed the door I kissed him. I pushed my lips to his and kissed him hard, until he pulled back laughing.

“I’m sorry, did you not…” I asked.

“No, that's not it,” He said, “I was just wondering how you’ll scream my name?”

“Then let's find out,” I smiled as he kissed me. His lips were soft, so was his hair. I enjoyed that he didn’t just want to have sex right away. He slowly built up the moment letting the tension drive our bodies to do what it wanted. I was out of breath but he kept going, I pulled back heaving for air

“I took your breath away,” He laughed, “All that talk and you tire from some kissing?”

“How aren’t you out of breath,” I heaved looking at his unfazed figure.

“You breathe too fast when you kiss, little amature,” He said, “I guess you only had some quickies huh? Don’t you and your boyfriend take your time and enjoy each other?”

I shook my head Joon and I hadn’t slept together, we weren’t even dating. We were just close, he was like a lover, who cared about my wellbeing over my needs.

“Then let him know I showed you,” Young-Ho said, “Take a deep breath before you kiss and slowly let out the air as you go unless it's Frenching then you can breathe while you kiss.”

“Then help me practice Mr. Teacher,” I said as he moved back to kiss me, I tried following his advice. The short exhalation helped, as we kissed longer this time. Before he moved to kiss my neck, biting at the skin then sucking it. Moving lower until he kissed my chest. He was my type, handsome rich guy who wants to please and be pleased. To top it off he knew what he was doing. I wanted to moan but I heard my phone ringing.

“Young-Ho---ah~ Gods, let me go to my phone,” I exhaled, as he stopped, his hair a mess from my hands. Letting me down I got my phone from his jacket pocket which I had been wearing. It was Joon. I took a few breaths before answering. Young-Ho kept kissing my thighs and blowing air into me as he licked the fabric of the pants teasingly.

“Sorry for interrupting but I’m calling to check if you are getting ready and not hot and heavy,” Joon said the sarcasm thick in his voice.

“I’m getting ready,” I heaved, as he undid the button and kissed down to my underwear, “The outfit was just a little harder to wear than I thought so I’ll choose another.”

“Yeah make sure you ‘outfit’ doesn’t knock you up,” Joon said I swore I heard his eyes roll. I pushed him away sitting up, ignoring the heat.

“Are you rolling your eyes at me right now?” I said trying not to moan, hearing him laugh. Young-Ho moved back over to me kneeling in front of me kissing my stomach and moving up.

“Maybe, is there someone in the room with you right now?” He remarked, his voice shaking suddenly.

“Maybe,” I answered, “Is there someone with you?”

“Yes,” He answered without hesitation, “Sabrina.”

Ahh he was with a 'business partner' as I’d rather call them, “Then I should hang up,” I said voice breaking as Young-Ho bit against my chest.

“You don’t have too,” Joon moaned into the phone, “It's just a quick fix.”

“No I should hang up,” I regained my breath, laughing, “Enjoy Sabrina.”

Then threw the phone onto the pile of my clothes. I laughed causing Yungho to look up, “Sad laughing, Trouble in Paradise?”

“Haha it wasn’t my paradise to begin with,” I sighed, pulling him closer.

“Then release your stress with me,” Young-Ho said, lifting me up again. Pushing me against the mirror, “I don’t mind being used.”

“That’s my line,” I laughed, “Not yours.”

“Doesn’t matter,” He shrugged as his hands roamed my body, “Scream for me baby.”

“Young-Ho~” I moaned, as his hands made their way between my legs. Rubbing my thighs. I heard the little hanging up sound play from my phone drawing both our attentions.

“Didn’t you hang up?” He moved to get off of me to get the phone.

“I’m sure I did..” I replied as he showed the call just ended.

“Your man got some nice timing. Don’t you think?” He laughed, “He’s cheating so when you decide to cheat he gets mad and hangs up?”

“What can I do?” I shrugged trying to undo the straps, around my chest as they had begun cutting into my skin.

“Make him want you. Make him need you. Make him look for you when you’re gone,” Young-Ho said, moving to undo them for me, “Become his main person and bend him to your will, be careful he doesn’t wrap your head up instead.”

“I have been trying for years. Hell I became his Ace. He depends on me to secure some of his most important deals, but he doesn’t care about me,” I laughed. As he undid the back of the bra. It pulled forward as it slackened.

“Then make yourself a part of his life, so he needs and relies on you,” He said, turning to leave, “I’m going for the other stuff.”

give meeee some fluff prompts pls...I'm not very familiar with the sweet love.... kinda....thing...?

I took off the outfit and put back on my original skin coloured bra. A strapless u plunge bra. Thankful the back of it was clear. I was fixing the back of it when Young-Ho came back into the changing room with the bag opened. Handing the stockings over to me, as I took off my pants he turned to the side, looking away as he spoke.

“You don’t seem to mind touching or stripping in front of me?” He questioned as I tried sliding up the stockings.

“Nope, I am ashamed about parts of my body but you give me a good feeling,” I said.

“The last outfit will look the best,” He said, pointing out the most covered outfit. A leather pants that's tight fitted but thick. He looked over after I pulled up the pants, “You stuff your bra?” He laughed pointing out the pad that was sticking out. I blushed covering my chest.

“The wire isn’t comforting,” I said, “It stabs me.”

“Then use the ones without wires,” He pointed out, handing me the spaghetti strap top. As I wore it I kept talking to him.

“I can't because they don’t have my size. They always sell out,” I complained.

“Got shit timing huh?” He muttered as I wore the cut off short sleeved top over the one I was already wearing, “And luck as far as I can tell.”

“Yup, it's the worst,” I told him sitting down as he placed the extra bands in different places. He put it on my arm then took it off. Moved it to different spots on my leg, took it off. Until he wrapped the thickest one around my neck. He moved back smiling. “It covered the hickey,” He laughed, “Ice it before your man sees, and gets pissed.”

“He most likely won't,” I laughed, “He hardly pays attention to me unless we’re at home playing Karts.”

“Why are you still with him then?” Young-Ho stressed, “You live together? But he doesn’t pay attention to you unless you guys fight, that’s the only thing you do when you play karts….just….Keep wearing it, just pack your stuff. You can leave wearing the outfit.”

“I like him, a lot and I don’t know why,” I responded as we walked out of the room, after I folded my clothes and put it back into my bag which he held.

“Sabrina!” He yelled as we left the room. I flinched.

“We are done come take the tags off!” He yelled as a woman ran in with a little scissors. Cutting the tags and leaving with them.

“How do I repay you?” I asked knowing it was an expensive gift.

“You don’t. That’s why I’m your boyfriend,” He laughed to himself, “I have to spoil you since your man doesn’t.”

“I can afford this myself you know,” I laughed with him, the little deal became his excuse to spend his money, “ And he does, those gold bands you were asking about he bought them for me.” . . . . . Requests:

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