#just spit out the f slur already i know u want to

[willandmichael]

yeah sorry i'm not the bigger person i truly do hate mil€vens

[ratkidpoopoop]

shinichiro x male reader birthday fanfic

warnings: male reader, top male reader, ncn (consent non consest), choking, edging, threats, degradation, belt as handcuffs, shitty writing.

a/n: its shinichiros birthday so i wrote a fanfic for him and here it is. this is shitty writing. this is a male reader ff but i could easily be read as gn reader. and i didnt proof read all of it so its most likey terrible.

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shinichiro has always been such a good boy. during sex and just in-general. shinichiro is a little cum slut for you, he always listens and obey's your orders and requests of he, and he does everything with out a thought. so as a reward you let him choice what happens tonight after he closes up the shop.

when shin got home you took him straight up to your shared bedroom, sitting he down on the bed he looked confused. "uh Y/N whats going on"? " well i thought it would be nice to let you choice what we do tonight for your birthday, you know is there anything you wanna try?" you ask as he blushes hard.

"w-well to be honest i have wanted to try something... could we maybe u-, nevermind forget it, you can choose" shin said looking down and shy. " shin, you can choose, dont be embarassed" shin looked up with a red face " we have never done this but could we try NCN, i just wanna try we dont have to-" 'if you want to we can" you said trying to make him feel comfortable.

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before you knew it you were already making shinichiro's lil fantasy come true, grabbing his waist and flipping him on his back. while ripping his shirt off he squealed 'wait' . completely ignoring your boyfriends requests to pulled his pants down to his ankles and struggling to take the pants off from around his feet. gripping his thighs and pulling him to the edge of the bed. you pushed his legs back and spit on his enterance then stapped his ass, you unbuckeled your belt and tied his wrists together, you pulled you pants down and took your shirt off.

you spit on your cock, stroking yourself back and forth quickly before pushing in so fast shin choked a little. shin arched his back and screamed "AH-HA, Y-N p-Please, fuck stop, y-your fucker get your hand off m-e". smirking you wrapped your hand around his neck and put pressure on his throat. he tried to push you away with his restrained hand but failed, you thrusted and deeply as you could making him whimper " stop you f-fucking asshole-"

although shin is acting you wanted to make him regret what he said. you squeezed his neck harder and fisted his dick, pumping it harder and harder the sloppier your thrust get. "h-ha" shin's face was so red you could see veins poping out of his temples. sweat dripping down his face, his hair slick to his forhead and his hard cock twitching in your hand.

"fu-ck, ugh" shin tried to slur out "c-m" you could tell he was about to cum although you could bearly hear him. "if you cum ill fucking kill you, slut" you whispered in his ear. shin has been praised by you too many times to count but the first time you calling him a slut he could hold back. his body twiched as he came in your hand. you let go of his neck and of his dick, he sat up feeling worried he really did something wrong, you said nothing and looked down before starting to laugh.

" haha, shin i said dont cum. so did you like the fact i called you a slut or could you just not hold back"? shin smiled before saying " i liked it when you called me a slut, it is new and i like the way you said it" shin said with a red tone on his cheeks

grinning at him before pushing him on the bed and growling in his ear " listen slut, i didnt finish yet, i still have to fill up my cumdump dont i"?

[silversatoru]

hey shawty could you do number 15 with dabi? ANGST please <33 with a female reader

thank you i love you

silvers 1.2k event info

(1.5k? i’m doing these way too slow :’) but there’s more spots open if you still wanna join!!)

touya + “it’s 2:00am, where the hell are you?”

dabi/todoroki touya x f!reader

synopsis: touya loves to take advantage of your soft spot for him

t/w: nsfw 18+, manipulation, toxic relationship dynamic, degradation, mild humiliation, spit, creampie, mention of alcohol consumption

a/n: hello my fav shawty bae, my one and only, my soulmate, hope u like this <3 it got a little more self-indulgent than i would like to admit

a soft intermittent buzzing sounded from under your pillow, your body jerking awake and rolling over to grab your phone. the screen shined bright against your tired eyes, a string of unknown numbers glaring across the screen. you weren’t sure why an unknown number was calling in the middle of the night, but ready to give the asshole telemarketer a piece of your mind you slammed your finger on the green answer button.

“hello?” your words roped venom through the phone, still angry about your disturbed sleep.

“hey sweetheart~ i need a favor”.

you felt your heart practically leap into your throat, your mouth going dry and your stomach twisting into vicious knots. the voice was very distinctly touya’s, and an incredibly drunk touya at that. the same touya that used you like a disposal product more times than you could count — the touya that continued to endlessly shatter your heart.

“touya? are you drunk?” your voice had become several octaves softer, an all too eager pitch ringing in your words.

“whaaat? no,” he played the lie off terribly, audibly stumbling over his own legs and cursing almost immediately afterword, “okay, maybe”.

he was definitely drunk, you were 100% certain of it — the ocean-eyed scumbag wouldn’t have even thought about you unless he was absolutely plastered.

“it’s 2:00am, where the hell are you?” you made feeble attempts to sound angry, but your voice was laced with more concern than you cared to admit.

“uhh... fuck, hold on,” a series of thumps and crackles sounded after that, and you could hear touya’s slurred speech as he asked someone where he was.

“second street,” he repeated the information he’d been given, “you know, the one with all the frats”.

“sounds like your standards are lower than ever,” you let the insult side between your lips, and it felt good to put him down for once.

“they were never very high to begin with,” he let an unamused chuckle fall with his words, “it’s not that far from campus, can you come? pretty please?”

you wanted to tell him no more than anything in the world — to spit in his face and give him a taste of his own medicine, just to see how he liked it, but you couldn’t. why you continued to care for such a damaged, garbage man was beyond your knowledge, but you were helpless against the ache in your chest.

“yeah i’ll be there in fifteen minutes, and go inside, it’s cold out,” the words spilled from your mouth before you could even question your own horrible judgement.

“that’s my girl,” touya’s cocky, slurred tone rolled the words out so perfectly, your heart catching in your chest at the endearing way he referred to you.

dial tone rung out through your ears after that, and you drug yourself out of bed to throw on a jacket and shoes. with extreme disappointment in yourself you grabbed an extra coat from the closet — just incase touya was cold.

and he definitely was, because for some reason he was sitting outside in the frigid air when you finally pulled up next to the decaying frat house. you exited your car with the spare jacket in your hand and concern painted on your face — coming to his rescue just like he knew you would.

“touya! it’s freezing and that’s what you’re wearing!?” you shoved the jacket into his arms, a dumb smile sliding across his face as you scolded him like some kind of mother — it really was pitiful how much you still cared.

“must have misplaced my sweatshirt,” he chuckled, nonchalantly throwing his arms through the holes of the coat.

you rolled your eyes at his irresponsibility, slipping one arm underneath both of his and helping his wobbly form stand from the bench he’d been slumped on. the two of you hobbled to the car in silence, helping him into the passengers seat and then walking yourself back around to the drivers. you turned on the car and switched on your seat warmers, not wanting him to get any colder than he already was.

“so what shitty apartments are you crashing in now?” you let your words carry more edge than they usually did, but you were actually curious where he was living now — he always seemed to hop from one shit hole to another.

“they’re kinda far from here, and i can’t remember how to get there right now,” he shook his head, and you were almost certain he was lying right through his teeth, “can’t i just come back to yours?”

you fought with yourself for a few seconds, but ultimately gave in to him with way too much ease. maybe this time he’ll stay, maybe this time he actually wanted to spend some time with you, maybe just this once he’s not using you.

“okay, but you’re sleeping on the couch,” you shot him a firm glance, attempting to set some boundaries to protect your delicate heart.

sleeping on the couch my ass — your body was pinned beneath his the second you two walked through the door.

alcohol-stained lips worked roughly against yours, and you were helpless to push him away. as much as you hated him, you would settle for any crumb of affection that he was willing to give you.

“god, you’re so easy,” he hummed into your ear as he nibbled on your neck, undoubtedly leaving you with dark markings down the soft skin, “so stern about me sleeping on the couch, and now you’re practically melting. what happened?”

you didn’t even bother to indulge him with a reply, your stomach already boiling with shame and regret as you weaved your fingers into his dark hair. but it’s not like he expected an answer from you either, this is how things always played out between the two of you. you’d try to be stern, hold your ground, grasp onto a shred of self-respect; but the second he laid a finger on you you turned to putty.

“that’s what i thought,” he chuckled to himself, pulling his nose out of the crook of your neck and tugging on the waistband of your pajama shorts, “take these off, sweetheart. be good like you always are”.

it was mortifying how quickly you scrambled to get undressed for him, so shamefully desperate for any attention he was willing to give. and you peeling off your clothing was all the consent touya needed to get to work. he may be an asshole, a complete scumbag, a toxic, manipulative piece of shit, but he was not a rapist — he does have some morals, although barely.

he shoved his fingers down into the folds of your cunt, eyes glistening at the slick that immediately soaked his fingertips, “such a good girl for me”.

you squirmed at his harsh movements, and the praise brainwashed you further than you already were — intoxicating your heart and convincing you that you were more than just his sorry little fuck hole.

touya wasn’t much for foreplay, after all this was about him, not you. he dropped his dirty sweats to the floor, freeing his long, curved cock and wincing as it shot up towards his abdomen.

he never makes any effort to ensure your comfort, thinking about his pleasure and satisfaction only — forcing open your legs and sheathing himself inside your pussy before you could comprehend that it was happening. strangled gasps and yelps of pain flew from your lips, your legs wrapping around him.

“you need to have some more respect for yourself, princess,” he grunted as he mercilessly fucked himself into you right from the start, “i’m starting think you like being my irrelevant little fucktoy”.

you let out a few pitiful whimpers, eyes watering from the burning pain that ripped through you as you stretched and adjusted to his size. it wasn’t that you liked being used like this, it was that you were all too hopeful that he’d eventually love you the way you love him. embarrassing.

“you’d do anything for me wouldn’t you?” he stared down at you, eyes hazy as he slowed down and leaned over you, spitting into your gaping mouth, “swallow it”.

he was trying to prove a point, and your soft lips clamping shut as you swallowed down his wad of saliva proved it perfectly — you would do anything for him.

“you love coming to my rescue, love feeling like you matter to me, love being a hole that i fuck,” he wrapped his fingers around the sides of your neck, squeezing tightly as he kept up his ruthless pace, “i wanna hear you say it, tell me you love me”.

a garbled i love you flew from your lips, followed by a plethora of pleas and begs that only made you look even more pitiful. just want you to stay with me, touya! want you to be safe! wanna help you feel good!

your confession and collection of pleas only fed his god complex — you were so obedient, so easy to break through with little to no effort. and it was sad, so sad that dabi almost pitied you.

he fucked you hard until you couldn’t even think straight, eyes rolling back into your fucked-out face as he pumped you full of cum and and his groans filled the room. then he walked into the bathroom to clean himself up, leaving your messy, abused cunt to leak his fluids all over your bed.

once he finally came back out he tossed you a damp towel, which you lazily used to clean yourself up. he grabbed his pants off the floor and began to get dressed as you stared at him with big eyes, eyes that begged if he was going to stay with you tonight.

and he decided that fine, he’d indulge you just this once, just to keep you complaint. he climbed under your sheets and let you curl up against his chest — so pathetic. he’d let you fall asleep like that, but the second your breaths slowed and small snores escaped your mouth, he slipped out from the blankets and took his leave.

oh how heartbroken you’d be when you woke up without him tomorrow morning, tears staining your gullible cheeks and hiccups racking through your throat. he could practically picture the pitiful scene. you’d sulk around for a couple weeks, chest aching that you weren’t good enough, and then as soon as you’d start to get over him he’d call you again.

undoubtedly, you’d come to his rescue and he’d fuck you senseless all over again. it was a vicious cycle, and he planned on playing this game for as long as you were dumb enough to believe you mattered to him.

[beidousbunny]

❤︎ Good little fox ❤︎

Atsumu Miya x reader

warnings: dom reader, master kink, praise kink, light overstimulation, degradation

❤︎ Foxboy atsumu is such a good little sub

❤︎ He always calls u master 🥺 it’s the least he can do since u took him in!!

❤︎ Praise him constantly; he’s so devoted to u 🥺

❤︎ His tail and ears are so so soft

❤︎ Soooo sensitive!! His ears are a major sensitive point for him, same thing with his tail

❤︎ Not that bratty, but he loooooves to tease

❤︎ Any amount of pleasure knocks the brat and tease right out of him, he’s just so sensitive

You opened the door to you and Atsumu’s shared apartment, a smile creeping its way onto your features when you saw the familiar blonde hair and fluffy ears peeking over the couch in the living room.

His ears perked up at the noise of you entering, looking over his shoulder and smirking at you.

“Heyyy Master~” Atsumu purred, draping himself over the couch, his tail swishing behind him sensually.

“Hey, Tsumu.” You replied, plopping down next to him. You patted your lap in a gesture to beckon him closer, which made him close his eyes and smile, humming in happiness. He quickly snuggled up, softly nuzzling into your arm.

“How was yer day, Master?” Atsumu asked, quietly yessing when you began to pet his hair.

“Pretty good, my little minx.” You teased, moving your hand up to stroke at his ears.

“H-Haaah...” Atsumu breathed, fidgeting as he pushed into your touch.

Your hand retreated, much to Atsumu’s dismay. Two could play the teasing game.

“Ya know, Master...” Atsumu began, leaning back and pushing his face into the couch, arching his ass up and swaying his tail back forth tantalizingly, honeyed feline eyes staring up at you hazed and droopy, “I reaaally missed ya~” He purred.

“Did you, pretty boy?” You asked, grabbing both ears and stroking the tips with your thumbs.

“Mhmm...” He hummed, his eyebrows furrowing together in pleasure, biting his bottom lip as he sighed and purred under your touch.

After each stroke he wiggled his hips more, a silent plea, and you knew exactly what he wanted.

“Yer—yer— gonna fuuuck... me, right Master?” Atsumu whined, the desperation in his voice making you bite down on your lip.

“Is that what you want baby?” You feigned a pout, rubbing his ears harder, “You want Master to take real good care of you?” You smirked.

Atsumu panted at the sensation from his sensitive ears, only panting harder when your hand slid down his face to his lips, breathing out ‘yes’ when you dragged his bottom lip down.

“Open.” You commanded, smirking when he lolled his tongue out for you. You grabbed it in between your thumb and forefinger, relishing in the way his hot pants became heavier. A deep blush had spread across his cheeks, and his hazy eyes made him look oh so needy. What kind of a Master would you be to deny him the pleasure he needed?

“You know what Master wants, go ahead and get ready for me.”

Atsumu’s lips curled into a smirk, his tongue slithering back into his mouth, teasingly running it over his sharp canines, “Oh, anything for my Master~” He purred, walking his hands back in between his legs, sitting up. He bit his lip and winked, cooing, “Don’t keep me waiting~” As he slinked away towards your shared bedroom.

You grinned and followed suit, walking into the bedroom and heading for the closet, where your shared box of sex toys are. You pulled out the strap on, stripping yourself of clothes before stepping into the harness and fastening it around your hips.

You closed the door to the closet, turning back around to see Atsumu sprawled across the bed, wearing nothing but sheer black thigh highs clipped to a lacy black garter belt.

“Look at you, gorgeous little thing...” you cooed, sliding your hands around his muscular thighs.

“Such a good boy dressing up for me, hm?”

Atsumu’s thighs squeezed together at the nickname and your erotic tone, “Yes...” he whimpered.

“Yes what?” You asked, teasingly running your index finger up his length.

“Yes! I’m a good boy!” He mewled, so hypersensitive and needy from all the petting earlier.

You spit into your palm and began to rub his cock up and down, causing him to moan out loudly.

“Oh fuck yes, ughh~” Atsumu cursed, thrusting his hips up to fuck into your fist.

“So needy tonight...” You cooed, taking away your hand and looking down at his hole.

“Oh my, did you already prep yourself for me Tsumu?” You asked, stroking a finger over the slick hole, before pressing it in.

“Mmm...” He nodded, eyes fluttering.

You thrusted your finger in and out a few times, making sure he was prepared.

“You want Master to fuck your pretty little hole, Tsumu?” You asked, tone teetering on condescending.

“N-Nah... what if I don’t want it tonight?” He teased, his words not matching the hard leaking cock pressed against his stomach, or the sweet whines he’s been letting out since you got home.

“Then I guess you won’t get it.” You sighed, pretending to reach for the unfastener at your hip.

“H-Hey! I was just jokin’ with ya...” Atsumu pouted, his eyebrows knitting together in annoyance when you raised an eyebrow at him. “Get over here and fuck me!” He whined, brushing his soft tail against your thigh.

“Ah, ah, ah...” You chided, sliding a hand up his torso and towards his chest. You reached one of his rosy nipples and began to rub in slow teasing circles with your index finger.

His jaw fell open in a quiet whine, cutting him off before he could snap back.

“C’mon baby,” You urged, your hand sliding up to play with one of his ears, “What do we say?”

“P-aaahh... please...” He whimpered.

“Good boy.” You said, pulling back to line up with his hole.

“Not fair, asshole.” Atsumu grumbled, his ears tucking back in annoyance.

“Anything is fair game when it’s with you, Tsumu.” You replied.

You grabbed the dildo and began sinking in, pleased when you heard him let out a shakey breath.

Atsumu bit down on his trembling bottom lip, sharp canines digging into the pink flesh. His ears shot up as you began to reach deeper inside of him.

He shivered when you finally bottomed out, already desperately rolling his hips for more friction. He squeezed his eyes shut, impatiently waiting for you to move.

“I’m gonna start moving okay pretty boy?” You said, stroking his thigh with your thumb.

He hummed needily, nodding.

You started to thrust in and out, a slow and deep pace to ease him into the fast and rough to come later. You plunged in hard, almost reaching where he wanted.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Master!” He mewled, his yes rolling back, one of his ears flicking and twitching at the pleasure he was receiving. “Faster, please!” He pleaded.

“What a good boy, taking my cock so well.” You praised, petting his hair and ears, cooing as he leaned into your touch and looked up at you with a rosy face and teary eyes. His tongue began to hang out, panting and mewling at all the different pleasure he was feeling.

“Master ya feel so good!” Atsumu cried, having a moment of clarity before going back to panting like crazy.

“Yeah?” You asked, thrusting harder, “Feeling good, pretty boy?”

He nodded rapidly, barely able to form words.

“Hold your legs open for me, be a good boy.” You ordered, the hot, demanding tone making him grip the back of his knees and hold himself open for you. He immediately mewled at the newfound deepness, you finding it your opportunity to thrust into him even faster.

“Are you gonna be my good boy?” You asked, and he whined in response, “Gonna cum nice and pretty for me and give it all to your Master?”

He nodded weakly, his tongue now fully out and his breath was coming out in hot pants.

“Say it,” You hissed, grabbing his cock tightly enough to add pressure, “Or I won’t let you cum.”

He whined at this, “No!” He hissed.

“F-Fuuuck, I’ll be so so good,” Atsumu moaned, slurring his words from the intense pleasure and harsh rocking of his body, “I’ll be a good boy for you please, please Master, I need to cum!” He mewled, ears flicking and tail twitching.

“That’s my good little slut.” You praised, diving into him faster, beginning to pump his length along with your brutal thrusts.

“Oh, fuck~!” He squealed, throwing his head back, his eyes fluttering, “Fuck yes, Master! Make me cum, m’gonna cum!” Atsumu cried.

“That’s a good boy, cum for Master.” You commanded in a honeyed voice.

Atsumu let out one final mewl, eyes rolling into the back of his head, his eyelids with pretty thick eyelashes fluttering, his back arching, a shiver running up his tail, one ear flicking while the other stayed pointed up. He had never looked so pretty.

You stroked him through his intense orgasm, only stopping after his hips began to stutter and he whined from the overstimulation.

You pulled out slowly, reaching up to his messy blonde hair and fluffy ears. You stroked him softly, smiling at the way he panted from the post sex euphoria.

“Good little fox.”

[lixiehan]

spin & sweat

alternative title: [15:01pm pt 2]

pairing: hyunjin x insert name (female)

description: things get a little tense between you and hyunjin when you watch him dance - based on the psycho performance

warnings: dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, dirty talk, public(ish) sex, mirror sex, mentions of orgasm denial, oral m receive & thigh riding, finger sucking

word count: 2k

a/n: this is technically part 2 of [15:01pm] (however it can be read as a stand alone fic) but it was so well received so i thought u guys might like a full version!

you gulped, watching his body spin and sweat to the music. this time his eyes were glued to your face and they were observing your eyes move. one wrong move and you were well aware you would be not be allowed to cum tonight, and you needed release more than anything right now. 

“i’m going through withdrawals. you don't even have to do too much. you can turn me on with just a touch, baby” 

you moaned at the lyrics, knowing he had picked this song on purpose. you both shared a playlist - one that was specifically used during sex - and this of course, happened to be one of your favourites. hyunjin, truly, was the sexiest person you had ever laid your eyes on and he was all yours. 

after what felt like ten years, the song finally came to an end and the pool between your legs had grown into what felt like a river. the issue being, today of all days you chose not to wear underwear and with the colour of your leggings, you were displaying exactly how wet you were for him. 

“look at you” he cooed, coming towards you and standing between your spread legs. “so wet for me and i haven’t touched you, baby girl”. the pet name made you moan, you adored feeling weak and small compared to him. 

“I bet my pretty girl wants to be touched, doesn’t she?” he asked and you nodded frantically in response. your hands were still glued to your sides, too scared to move without permission, mainly incase he denied you of your sweet release. “words, y/n” he commanded. 

“y-yes, please t-touch me” you spoke softly, with the arousal between your legs becoming too much to handle. 

“that wasn't so hard was it, princess?” he asked, pushing your chin up so your eyes met his. “now, you’re gonna be a good girl and suck me off. only then will i allow you to come” he told you and you blinked at him with wide eyes. 

“c-can i move my h-hands now?” you politely asked him, knowing your submissiveness would drive him up the wall. 

like you suspected, he palmed himself at your submissive state, nodding at you in approval. you smiled excitedly, finally happy to get this show on the road. you licked your lips as you loosened the tie on his sweat pants, which subsequently made their way to his ankles. you rubbed his twitching length, earning the most beautiful moans from him. he tsked, “you don't get to tease me the way i tease you, sweetheart”. 

you gulped and nodded, swiftly removing his boxers and focusing your eyes on his member in front of you. as much as he teased you for how turned on you were, it was obvious it affected him too. his tip was red and angry, desperate to be soothed by your mouth. 

“fuck” he moaned as you latched your mouth around him, wasting no time in getting to work. there was no better feeling than knowing you made him feel this good. “such a good girl for me, aren't you?”. you moaned around him due to his choice of words, picking up your pace in impatience. you wanted to feel him inside of you and you wanted it quickly. 

you looked up at him, your mouth glistening in spit as you were still at work. “fuck, don't look at me like that” he warned you, yet you continued, knowing how much he loved looking at your ‘innocent’ eyes. 

he quickly pulled away and sat down next to you, tapping his lap in instruction for you to straddle him. you wasted no time, hopping on your favourite seat and awaiting for further instruction. his lips attached your exposed neck, sucking and biting your sensitive area in order to leave a pretty picture for everyone to see. the members were sure as hell going to tease you for this later. 

“h-hyunjin” you gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders to prevent yourself from falling back. his hands made their way to your waist, repositioning you so your dripping heat was hovering over his thigh. you knew what he wanted and you were not going to complain. 

you lowered yourself and began to move your hips, rubbing yourself on his thigh, which he was busy clenching and bouncing for your pleasure. 

you gasped, already feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. due to his schedule, sometimes your sex life was a little slow. you understood, of course, but fuck it had been a while since you had him all to yourself like this. 

“i want you make to make the prettiest mess all over me” he told you, finally detaching from your neck and rubbing his thumb on your cheek to soothe you. 

although the stickiness in your leggings felt a little uncomfortable, hearing those words from hyunjin spurred you on enough to reach your high. 

“g-gonna c-cum” you stuttered out, breathless from the work your hips were doing. he nodded, tightening his grip on your waist to help guide you. having his hand on your waist to control you turned you on beyond belief, making you gasp as you finally came . 

he smirked, noting your breathless state and the wet stain that had made its way through your leggings onto his leg. “good girl” he cooed, soothing you as you came down from your high. you fell forward, cuddling into hyunjin’s neck. his hand followed you, rubbing comforting circles for a few seconds deciding you had had enough cool down time. 

“up, baby” he told you, patting your leg, which was a small instruction to move. you somehow managed to stand up, legs shaking from your intense oragasm. it had definitely been a while. you felt his hands on your waist once again, this time spinning you around and guiding you towards the mirrors in front of you. 

for the first time, you saw how truly destroyed you look. your hair was a mess, shirt hanging off your shoulder and begging to be ripped off and the wet patch - which wasn’t so much of a ‘patch’ anyone - was more than visible. you gulped, diverting your eyes away from your reflection, embarrassed beyond belief at the state you were in. 

“look at yourself” he instructed, moving your head with the tight grip he now had on your jaw. his thumb slowly poked its way into your mouth, prodding it wide open before you began to suck. “pretty girl” he complimented, eye-fucking your reflection. “already wrecked and i’m yet to fuck you” he whispered into your ear, lightly biting the area afterwards. 

“hands on the mirror, baby”, he ordered and of course you complied. you placed your legs slightly apart slowly bent forward, your hands supporting your vulnerable state. his hands explored your body, starting by finally pulling your pants down. 

a string of arousal followed your leggings down to your knees, which was instantly noted by hyunjin. he groaned at the sight of your wet folds, clenching around absolutely nothing. “i’m gonna fuck you so good, baby” he told you, reassuring you that you were finally about to receive what your body needed so badly. 

his tip danced around your entrance, only teasing for a few moments before entering. not feeling this type of intimacy had took its toll on both you, evident by both your loud groans. wasting no time at all, hyunjin’s pace picked up almost instantly. one hand placed firmly on your waist, guiding your hips exactly where he wanted them. the other gripped your hair tightly, forming a make-do ponytail. you moaned at the pain, but you knew his intention was to make you watch yourself fall apart. 

your eyes flicked up to meet hyunjin’s, dark and hungry as he continued to thrust into you as if it was the very first time. “h-hyunjin” you moaned at the sight of him, equally as destroyed as you. 

“that’s right baby, say my name” he growled at your words, loving the way his name rolled off your tongue like the sweetest song. 

moaning his name again, your walls clenched around him, already reaching your high for the second time today. “f-fuck” he cried, his head now thrown back in pleasure. “cum around me, y/n”. 

his words and tight grip on your hair, as well as the way his member pounded into you over and over again sent you into another euphoria. your vision was dizzy, your reflection in the mirror appeared blurry, both from your poor vision and condensation from your filthy actions. your walls clenched around him again and the knot in your stomach tightened once again as his pace rode extended the intense pleasure you were experiencing. 

“that’s my good girl” he praised you, his pace now slower, careful not to overstimulate you too much. “on your knees, princess” he told you, well aware you were not going to be able to hold yourself for much longer. 

doing as you were told, you carefully moved to your knees, turning around to be met with his member once again. you opened your mouth, this time not doing any of the work, as you waited patiently to receive his warm load, tongue dangling in desperation. 

he pumped himself whilst looking at your pretty face, his pace now sloppy as he grew tired. “fuck” he groaned loudly, finally reaching his well-chased release. 

your tongue lapped his cum, ensuring not to leave a single drop behind, swallowing as soon as it was all collected. “good girl” he praised, moving himself to the ground to meet with you.

“you good?” he chuckled, noting your destroyed appearance once again. you laughed back, knowing how much of an idiot you probably looked like. he nodded, running his hands through your now sweaty and tangled hair. 

“better clean up” you slurred, incredibly tired but suddenly aware of the fact you had incredibly loud sex in the practice room of his company. he nodded, helping you off the group and to the place it all began - the sofa. you pushed your pants up and attempt to fix the situation that was your hair. although, the there was no saving that until you got your hands on a brush.

after he did most of the work, wiping down the mirrors and opening windows to finally deduce the condensation you had created he made his way to you once again. 

“thanks” he smiled, the dominant version of hyunjin no longer in sight. “needed that” he chuckled, throwing his arm around your shoulder to pull you in for a side hug. 

“me too” you laughed, placing a small kiss on his cheek. 

“sorry for leaving you without sex for so long” he apologised nervously, his spare hand running through his long hair. 

you shrugged, “m’okay. i suppose in the end it makes the sex more..sexy”. you laughed, struggling to find the word you actually wanted, your mind dazed from the recent situation. he giggled back in response. 

“we better get going, told the guys i’d meet them back at the dorm for dinner” he told you, noticing the time displayed on the wall. you nodded, rubbing your stomach in realisation of how hungry your actions had made you.  

“do you have a spare hoodie?” you asked as your fingers trailed the dark spots on your neck. 

he nodded, making you sigh in relief. you were not in the mood to deal with the members teasing you for the whole night. “but, you’re not getting it” 

“hyunjin!” you shouted, attempting to snatch the hoodie out of his hands. unfortunately, your boyfriend was all too aware of your height difference and dangled the hoodie above his head - well out of your reach. 

“i want to see you blush as they tease you” he cooed, ushering you out of the room. 

“fuck you” you snapped back, earning yourself a sharp slap on your ass 

“attitude” he warned, secretly smirking at your reaction. “i’ll fuck you with the members next door if you continue”. 

you gulped and thought, ‘maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, after all’

[thirsty-x1]

Come To Me | Lee Hangyul, Kim Yohan

Request:

hello 🥺 could i req a 99z scenario where hangyul is ur bf and he wants to have a threesome w yohan? and hangyul is more dominate towards u while yohan is more sub and wants to be praised by u and stuff if that makes sense jdjfjdjkj 😳🥺

Omg hi i’m the anon that was reading your kink post i was thinking about hangyul wanting to to anal w/ his s/o and her begging for it. Oof. Idk if anyone else requested something like that but if anyone did then theyre a genius. And if not it’s okay i’ll wait for the next time you open requests! I can be patient!!

↬ Pairing: Hangyul x fem!reader x Yohan

↬ Genre: Smut.

↬ Warnings: explicit language, rough!Hangyul, slight choking, degradation, dry humping, thigh riding, oral sex, fingering, double penetration, anal, unprotected/protected sex (?).

↬ Word Count: 3.8k

The sound of skin slapping filled the room, your face pressed against the mattress that swallowed all of your moans as Hangyul rammed into you intensely. Your grip on the bed sheets tightened at the same time that he yanked your hair, his other hand coming down harshly on your ass, adding to the already red marks that painted it and making you overly conscious of the butt plug inside of it before pulling you up, back pressed against his chest.

“Hangyul, please…” Your voice came out small and muffled between sobs, just the way he loved it.

“Hmmm, what is it baby? Is this not enough for you?” You shook your head but he ignored you anyway. “Are you afraid of someone walking in on use?” The way your breath hitched gave him the answer. “But wouldn’t you love that, whore? What if Yohan were to get in right now and found you like this?”

“F-fuck, stop, I can’t take it anymore…”

Nothing you said would make him stop now. “Bet you would love it if we both filled your holes up at the same time–” Your walls clenched at the thought, making him hiss and interrupt himself. “Aren’t you quite the slut? About to cum at the thought of Yohan’s cock?”

All the air in your lungs seemed to dissipate as he slid one of his hands up your chest, closing it around your throat and pressing slightly, enough to make you dizzy, grunting when he felt you cum on him and following you just a few thrusts after, spilling inside of you. His kisses seemed almost feather-like as he became sweeter, massaging your legs and caressing your sensitive skin before letting you go and finding some cloth to clean you up, cuddling next to you before whispering soft praises.

“You know… we could invite Yohan over.”

“What are you talking about?” Your slurred words made him smile, feeling proud of tiring you out so quickly.

“He once confessed to me that he would like to fuck you.” You turned around in a swift motion, eyes opening wide before he continued. “He was drunk and thought I was Wooseok.”

“What?!”

“I know, right? How could he confuse me with him, I’m taller and all–”

You shut him up. “Not by much.” Before he could complain, you went on. “Would you really be okay with that?”

Hangyul cocked an eyebrow. “So you really would like that, huh?” He pinned your arms down before you could smack him. “It would be a nice way to prove you that no one else can do it like me.”

And that was all it really took. Your boyfriend’s ego… it could be extremely sensitive, and the fact that he gave in to the experience despite his usual possessiveness was definitely something new. As the days passed, you started to think if it was the right choice, especially since Yohan wasn’t really answering to the request that Hangyul had made.

The screen playing the usual drama lighted up your face when you received a message ordering you to wear the new white lingerie set. It was usual for him to text you something like that, asking you to put on a specific outfit or wait for him in some kind of posture, most of the times it meant he had a rough day, but with that night’s promise in your mind you couldn’t help but to wish that the reason would be just a tiny bit different right now.

You changed into the clothes, your insides already buzzing with anticipation as you checked yourself out in the mirror. The sound of the keys on the door distracted you and you walked to the entrance, fixing the thigh highs before setting your hands behind your back, the heat spreading through your whole body as you saw the two males enter the apartment, a proud smirk plastered in one’s face while the other’s eyes were almost about to pop off.

“Welcome home, you worked hard.” It was the greeting you would always give to Hangyul, most of the times innocently, but for some reason it sounded incredibly lewd the moment you saw Yohan’s ears turn completely red.

“You complied so eagerly, not even replying to my text… guess you are happy that Yohan is here?” It was your turn to blush now while being exposed so blatantly by your boyfriend. “He is quite happy as well. Could you help him out?”

He was giving you the opportunity to give the final step and choose whether you were ready to do so or not, but there wasn’t a single stray of doubt in your body as you walked past him, holding Yohan’s hand softly and pulling him to the room, your heart beating faster as he followed without resistance. You signaled him to sit on the bed, your palms resting against his thighs as you leaned in to ask the definite outcome.

“Do you feel comfortable with this? You can say no, don’t worry.” His eyes went from you to Hangyul to the cleavage of your breasts hugged by the lacy fabric of your bra before nodding hurriedly. “I prefer you use your words.”

Yohan eyes went big and then closed for a second, trying to control the bulge between his legs at your tone. “Y-yes, I’m fine with all… this…” His words started to fall as you straddled him, Hangyul smirking at your boldness.

“You can do whatever you want as long as she gives you permission, don’t mind me.” His deep voice seemed to bring Yohan back to his senses, his head turning to him and nodding once more.

It was about time and getting familiar with the sensation, both for you and for him. There was something about being with another guy in front of your boyfriend that made you feel slightly uncomfortable whilst also incredibly turned on, wondering how would both of them react to each of your actions and whether there would be good or bad consequences afterwards.

All those thoughts seemed to drift off as you felt a strong pair of hands resting on your hips, Yohan gulping when you stared right into his eyes before getting closer and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was… different from what you were used to. With Hangyul, everything was passionate, needy and even aggressive, usually none of you holding back one bit and ending up in a messy state, even when it was something slight it would always end up with one of you biting the other’s bottom lip or licking it, but Yohan was nothing like that. Instead, he was shy, patient, his plump lips becoming a sinful tease as he went deliberately slow, as if he was afraid of committing a mistake, but the more you replied to his touch, the eager he became, sighing into the kiss when you ground down on him.

If Hangyul always felt like pure adrenaline, Yohan was the sweetest sensuality. You rolled your hips, swallowing his breathy voice each time you grazed his clothed erection, enjoying the blush on his cheeks that followed while he apologized. Everything was going well, but not for your boyfriend, the slow burn driving him crazy as he decided to take the matter into his own hands, pulling you off of his friend’s lap.

“Did I do something wrong?” The small voice made your heart clench a bit and you quickly shook your head.

“He can’t deal with something being slow.”

He huffed, unbuttoning the other’s jeans, the expression on Yohan’s face making it hard for you not to laugh as Hangyul took them off followed by his shirt. “It’s too slow. Now sit here, you always talk about how nice his thighs are so there, ride him.”

Again, he exposed you but Yohan was pleased with it, smiling a bit as he patted on the skin. It made you a little bit nervous, the whole showing yourself to an almost stranger, letting him know how you acted in these kind of situations… you hadn’t thought about it before, about how you were going to look at him the next time that all of the group got to meet up or when he would come over with Seungyoun and Wooseok to have a movie night.

“So you like my thighs?” Dirty talking wasn’t something you were going to expect coming from him, not considering how shy he would get at every single thing you did.

Your hips started moving on their own, your eyes closed as you focused on his voice whispering on your ear how much he liked to feel you like this. Your core got wetter and wetter, the friction between the material of your underwear and his skin being too much to resist, a moan leaving your mouth as he clenched his muscles, stimulating your clit and his hands pressing you down more on him.

“Your confidence shoot up quite fast.” You joked as your hand came up to his hair, yanking on it as he let out a small cry. “Such a good boy pleasing me.” His eyes showed all the emotions he was barely holding in, lips slightly parted as your palmed his cock. “It’s only fair I give you some reward.”

It took everything in you to gather up the strength to leave his leg and falling to your knees, your mouth watering as you freed his hard on from his briefs, springing out and standing proud against his stomach. Yohan hissed as you grabbed it, your tongue darting out to lick the precum on the tip before spitting on it, your hand quickly spreading it along his length and starting to jack him off. His tiny gasps whenever you would tease his tip were intoxicating, his flavor making you hum before you felt a hand forcing you down all of a sudden, gagging as his thickness throbbed in your throat.

“Don’t be so conceited, slut. Show him how good you can take cock.”

Hangyul kept you there, his eyes fixed on Yohan who had thrown his head back, his wet thighs shaking at the sensation before letting you go, petting your head as you coughed trying to catch your breath. He kneeled right beside you, fingers slipping past the band of your panties and raising an eyebrow as he felt how wet you were, your body flinching as he inserted two fingers inside in one go.

“Hangyul–”

“Keep sucking, next you will be taking me in that pretty mouth so better loosen up your jaw.”

You went back at your task not without noticing the slight furrowed brows in Yohan’s expression as if he was disapproving his friend and the way he treated you, so you gave his thigh a slight squeeze so that he would relax, smiling before you took his dick into your mouth again, your hands softly massaging his balls as you took him wholly. Hangyul kept fingering you, the wet noises tinting the other’s cheeks and as soon as he noticed, your boyfriend pulled them off of you and in front of Yohan’s mouth, your stomach turning as he obediently sucked on them.

“Fuck… let me taste you, please.”

Despite asking you for permission, he didn’t really wait for an answer as he pulled you up, getting up to change his position on the bed, laying on his back as he looked at you getting rid of your damped panties and straddling his face. Not even a second later he was devouring you, lapping at your juices as one of his hands kept you still and down while using the other to touch himself. His tongue was skillful, not letting one millimeter of your pussy without exploring, lips closing around your clit for a few seconds before going back to taste you completely.

The pleasure flooded you, your eyes shutting tightly as you focused on the feeling until Hangyul gripped your hair, his cock hard and slightly red waiting for your attention. He smeared his precum on your lips before burying himself in your mouth, grunting as he reached the back of your throat and starting to fuck your face roughly, your moans muffled against him while Yohan inserted his tongue in your hole, dick twitching as he felt you tightening up. You tapped twice on Hangyul’s thigh and he pulled away quickly, checking on you and cleaning the saliva that dripped down your lips.

“Are you going to cum, baby?” He laughed at the tears in your eyes. “Why don’t you work for it then?”

Yohan groaned as Hangyul took both of his hands and put them above his head, a silent warning for him to not do anything laid in the air as you let out a whimper, moving your hips to ride his face while holding his hair, your legs starting to shake, your moans getting higher as you felt the edge near… and right then was when your boyfriend pulled you away. You were about to complain when Yohan freed from Hangyul’s grip, turning you around quickly and eating you out wildly, fingers deep inside of you, smiling as he heard your gasps for air, cumming on his mouth.

When he noticed Hangyul’s look, Yohan simply replied with a: “You get to make her cum every day, I don’t.”

“You could…” You were on the bed, trying to recover from the intense orgasm. “Thank you, Yohan. That was… amazing.”

Up until now, he had been perfectly okay, but hearing you praise him with a thin voice made him feel shy all over again, his cock twitching as he replayed the way your body reacted to his touch before licking his fingers clean once more. Seeing the whole situation, Hangyul felt a little threatened, as if the power had slipped off his hands and somehow ended up with nothing instead.

“Use him.” Both of you turned to him, confused at his tone. “He wants to be used by you, so use him. Ride him.”

“But I just came–”

“Did I stutter?” You fell silent at his tone, eyeing Yohan and feeling slightly guilty when you realized just how hard he was. “Fix what you caused, y/n. Right now.”

Shivers ran up and down your spine at the mention of your name, letting you know he wasn’t happy and that he would most definitely let it out on you. Whether that would be now or later wasn’t clear, but all you could do was follow his orders, getting on top of Yohan and slowly letting you down on his members, holding back a moan when he filled you completely, the oversensitivity making you need to stop for a bit. Apparently, he felt the same, resting his forehead on your chest as he tried not to ram into you, leaving small hickeys on the valley of your breasts before getting rid of your bra and tossing it to Hangyul before his lips closed around one of your nipples, gently grazing them with his teeth before sucking in harshly.

While you tried to focus on controlling your sensitivity, another pair of lips were on your neck, a cold sensation on your other hole as Hangyul’s fingers spread the lube on it before sliding in and scissoring them, softly stretching you out while biting on your skin. Yohan’s breathing hitched up as he felt your walls suddenly clenching down on him, almost pushing him to his own orgasm.

“I d-don’t think I’ll last much…” His voice had become whiny, his eyes hazy as he bucked upwards.

“Just wait a bit more, baby boy, just a bit more and you can cum inside me.” Your words seemed to flick a switch on inside of him, greedily looking into your eyes, throwing his head back when Hangyul harshly spanked your ass causing you to tighten again.

“You decided that on your own?” Another spank landed on your butt cheek. “Greedy whore… then I guess I will be claiming this one then.”

A sudden rush of excitement filled your body. He had been preparing you for quite some time with different sized plugs and other toys, but to think that today was going to be the first time for him to finally fuck your asshole made you impossibly wetter. He grabbed a condom, taking care to spread the lube on his cock as well before pressing against your entrance, the pain being momentarily as he had already stretched you out enough. Right when it looked like he was about to enter you completely, he stopped and pulled out, his teasing being enough for you to catch the indirect.

“Please… please fuck my ass.” It wasn’t enough, apparently, since he slapped his member against your entrance a few more times. “F-fuck, Hangyul, just put it in–!”

In a second he was half way inside you, rubbing soothing circles onto your back before continuing, throwing his head back at the tightness, getting to feel barely how your other hole was completely full as well. You dug your nails on Yohan’s shoulder, opening your eyes only to find yourself with him covered in sweat and breathing heavily as now both of them were buried deep within you, also both completely still but for different reasons. As soon as you got used to the new feeling, you rocked your hips backwards, a choked out moan leaving all of you at the friction and you did it again, the pit of your stomach tightening at the feeling of fullness.

However, you didn’t have the control much longer: Hangyul gripped your hips and started slamming into you, the sound of skin slapping sounding much louder and lewd than usual whilst Yohan rammed your pussy, your juices adding to the symphony you were creating and making you feel so much shyer than before. It was impossible to hold back your moans, the new experience numbing out all of your senses while also taking them to an extreme all at the same time, having both of them hit new spots with each thrust.

“What a slut… loving to get both of your holes drilled by us at the same time…” Hangyul’s husky voice wasn’t helping you keep your composure at all. “Love to have us stretch you out, ruining you… let yourself go, baby, show Yohan how you really are.”

The boy underneath you seemed almost completely gone, but his stare was fixed on you, biting his lip unconsciously as he tried not to cum at the view of your breasts bouncing, your hair sticking to your neck, the slight coat of sweat making you shine under the dim lights of the bedroom, your swollen lips looking incredibly inviting as you started to let out tiny cries, trying to mumble something coherent.

“Y-Yohan… Yohan, please make me cum, please, please, I can’t take it anymore, please…” That might have just been the death of him. You were completely fucked out and begging for him, not anyone else, to make you cum.

He aimed at your clit, groaning as you flinched and clenched your walls around him, the sensitive nub sending a mix of pleasure and pain to your whole system as he rubbed it quickly applying a little bit of pressure. You felt a wave wash over you, your mind going blank as you felt your high hit you, leaving you with no strength before he stilled his hips and spilled inside of you, whispering an apology against your skin while fucking you through your orgasms.

“What a good girl, aren’t you? But now it’s my turn.” He held you up, having you in the same position as the day he talked to you into this whole fantasy. “Look how pretty he looks, completely wrecked thanks to your beautiful pussy.” He gave a quick slap to your core, humming when you tightened. “Such a good fuck toy.”

“Hangyul… Hangyul, it’s too much, I don’t think I can–” His hand closed around your throat loosely, shutting you up.

“You will take whatever I give you, and give me whatever I want to take from you.” Each of his words were emphasized by his thrusts, two of his fingers getting inside of you along Yohan’s softening cock, the stretching making both of you react to it. “And what I want right now is for you to squirt all over him. C’mon baby, come to me.”

His words added to the experienced touch had you crumbling instantly, Yohan pulling out of you right on time as your juices gushed out, wetting the bed and him, a whimper leaving his lips at the feeling as he jerked off his cock once more, flinching at the contact but it was just too good of a scene to not do it. Hangyul was pleased, a small praise leaving his lips before turning into a groan, filling the condom with his seed and placing kisses on your shoulder as he pulled out carefully, tying a knot on the preservative and throwing it to the bin.

The three of you were laying down, not really caring about your bodies covered in sweat, juices and cum anymore, staring into the ceiling while trying to process everything that had just happened. Your whole body was starting to ache, both of your holes being sore, but somehow it was the first time that you had felt this fulfilled and satisfied, although you would never admit it to your boyfriend.

After a few hours and a shower later, the three of you were about to eat, Hangyul going out to grab some food at your favorite place, leaving you and Yohan alone. Like you had expected, there was a tiny bit of awkwardness, although you two had been extremely open not too long ago. Maybe it was the excessive exposure what made you feel so shy now, but it was hard to make eye contact with him.

“I- uh, I wanted to say that… it was r-really good.” The way he stuttered made him look even cuter and there was no one on this universe that could resist to his silly nervous laugh.

“I enjoyed it a lot too. You were really good…” Just thinking about the way he ate you out was enough to have your cheeks blushing, eyes dropping to his lips. “Thank you.”

It wasn’t a big deal, but he took it as a compliment, and that boosted his ego, getting closer to you while barely whispering against your mouth. “Will you come to me, then?”

You couldn’t answer to his question, the sound of the door opening making you both pull away quickly and he went to help Hangyul out. Your heart raced, mind running wild with thoughts about what he could have meant with that. Was there more behind it than just pure lust? Or was it some kind of invitation to have another round? It wasn’t good to give it that much attention, but sitting on the table and face both guys made you feel nervous.

Why not come to both of you?

this is a sinful pair and it’s not safe for my heart thanks

~Nani

| Masterlist |

[hoseoksactualass]

yoongi kissing and pecking ur lips cutely as he talks about how bad he wants to f u all while you guys are in the back of the van w namjoon, tae, jhope are in the front seat 💺

ooh the flavour. thank you for this anon

Yoongi😈 sent you a message:

come pls. hoseok bad drunk.

Sent 12:42 a.m. 

You:

no one can drive?

Sent 12:43 a.m.

Yoongi😈 sent you a message:

no baby. baby. 

pls

so sorry

Sent 12:43 a.m. 

You:

that’s okay

i wasn’t in bed yet

Sent 12:43 a.m.

Yoongi😈 sent you a message:

luv u 

love you

thanks 

miss u 

Sent 12:44 a.m.

You:

omw

love you and miss you, too

sit tight

Sent 12:49 a.m. 

Then it takes 4 thought-out messages and a 10-second phone call to get the sleepy shifts of BigHit to consider lending you a 6-seater and a driver. 

You’re two minutes away from your destination. It’s your mind playing tricks on you, but the scent of whiskey is already making your nasal cavity freak out. When you step out of the van, you step your foot out like in the movies. 

Yoongi😈 sent you a message:

is that you?

yes

take me home

wanna fuck

Sent 1:08 a.m. 

Taehyung sent you a message:

thanks for save the day, nuna ✨

Sent 1:08 a.m.

A 4-seater would have sufficed. Namjoon, Taehyung, and Hoseok— the compliant drunks. Back slouched and eyes curtained, intimidated around a solid sober girlfriend. Yoongi pulls you into the backseat, as if abstemious in the way he puts his arm around your torso, squeezing the curves and slump of your body you weren’t afraid of sucking in anymore. The boys hunch over each other in front, Hoseok swatting at whatever limbs made its way an inch close to his face. 

“You’re here,” Yoongi mumbled, a low boil in his voice, tightening his arm around you so as to perk your head up to him. The van starts, and Namjoon utters something on par with his love for late night car rides. 

His eyes were on your lips only, nose shiny and pink. “Like you asked.”

“Mad?,” he says before a soft kiss on the surface of your lips. 

“Surprisingly not,” you kiss back, a sure one on his chin. He laughs, serving you a good whiff of that celebratory whiskey. It entices you, because it comes from him. Almost an excuse to act just as wasted. “You’re a goner.”

He dives into a very permissive kiss, arm tight around you so you don’t fall back, but you both like it like this. Your insides flutter at the feel of his fingers. Slow traces, and he kisses like there’s nothing else he knows how to do. 

“Ew, kissing sounds,” Taehyung mutters before going back to snoring. 

You snicker, but Yoongi ignores it, seems too laissez-faire in the tryst. It only makes you smile more. He settles with pecks, where he pulls your slumped body towards him with each kiss. 

“Did you—,” you peck back. “—have fun?”

“Mm. What are you wearing?,” he murmurs, swiping his tongue over his lip. 

You scoff softly. “We’re not on text, douche.”

“I mean under,” he seems too fazed, like he wasn’t even thinking about what he was saying, more so because his eyes are fixated on your lips, like he wants to kiss them until you go blood red. He answers himself, a cold, veiny hand under the thick fabric of your hoodie. “How about down there?”

“You’ll see when we get home,” you crane your neck where he nuzzles. Kissing your skin open, audible inhaling, because the scent drives him. You feel the tip of his nose move across where your neck meets bone. He chuckles airily. 

“Your hoodie covers your shorts,” you feel a cold, drying smooch on your neck. 

“Wanted to hurry,” your eyes are closed, near lost in the comfort of his body. Chest warm under the black of his shirt. 

“I mean I like your ass,” he chuckles again, pulling away from the heat of the crook of your neck to eye at your lips again. “Makes me think.”

“And what do you think about?”

“Fucking you,” he’s borderline drunk, because he tongues at your bottom lip. It’s not something he does on a day to day basis, but he’s still good at it, so you tingle inside. “—on your stomach so I could slap your ass.”

You shiver, letting his lips play with yours. You welcome it, thinking with that sensation simmering inside you. “Yeah? You’re gonna make me let you do that?”

“Not like I haven’t. I know what it does to you,” his dialect is sharp on his tongue. A mix with the way he whispered. Fucking sexy. 

“I know what it does to you,” you bite back, swiping your own tongue on his lip. He almost quivers. 

“Then it’s win-win,” he smirks. “Make sure I see what you’re wearing down there before I fuck you.”

The radio’s on all of a sudden. He finds comfort in its buzz, but maybe because it only meant he didn’t have to speak so softly, not with the slur of alcohol on his tongue. 

“And I want it—,” he pecks you on the lips again, “—so—,” again, “—bad,” again, until your cheeks are muggy. 

“Awfully talkative tonight,” you tease, giving into another you-drive-me-insane kiss before Hoseok spits another remark at Taehyung’s legs being all over the place. 

You arrive after 10 minutes, and Yoongi’s crashed on the bed, mouth agape, shut down and snoring before you could even kick your shorts off. 

[7-woods-shy]

Death Wish Chapter 1

*W A R N I N G:   S U I C I D E   A T T E M P T*

H A R R Y:

I sigh and yank the covers off of me. I can't ever seem to sleep. I quickly grab the Marauder's Map and my Invisibility Cloak and slip through the door.

I wind up at the base of the Astronomy Tower and decide to go up. I slowly climb the stairs and stop when I hear sobbing. I start creeping up the stairs, not wanting to frighten whoever is up there. I finally reach the top. A boy with pale hair and skin is standing on the opposite side of the railing, clinging on for dear life. It kind of looks like someone I know. I slowly sneak up behind him, sliding the cloak off and dropping it on the floor, "Malfoy?" He quickly turns around, his eyes swollen and filled with tears. "What do you want, Potter?" He practically spits my name out. "What are you doing?" I ask gently, not wanting to upset the already unnerved wizard. "What does it look like I'm doing, you idiot?!" he yells at me. I decide to ignore the insult, only because he's upset. "Draco, let me help you," I whisper. "Why do you feel the need to help everyone? Did you ever stop and think that maybe some people don't want it?" "You're right, I don't. But I know what it feels like to stand where you are. I desperately wanted someone to walk in and talk me down but no one ever did. And I almost jumped because of it. Just because you don't want my help, it doesn't mean I'm going to turn away from you," I whisper, inching closer to him. He's looking at me now, in shock. I was even shocked that I admitted I almost killed myself to him. Hopefully, he won't mention it to anyone after all of this is over. I think back to that night in the fifth year...

F L A S H B A C K:

I finally get to the top of the stairs in the Astronomy Tower. This'll be a great spot to do it. No chance in hell I'll survive that fall. I quickly step over the railing, my hands holding it tightly. I wait for several minutes before wondering why I haven't jumped yet. Because you know it isn't the right thing to do. I gently climb back over, holding back tears. I can't do it. Why the fuck can't I just do it? I can't do anything right! Why the fuck did I think I could kill myself when I can't even convince the world that Voldemort's back?! I slam my back into the wall, sliding down sobbing. What is wrong with me?

F L A S H B A C K   E N D S

"I don't know what to do," he finally whispers after ages. "You don't have to do anything, just let me help you," I say, offering my hand. "How do I know you're not going to push me?" He asks. My eyes fill up with tears. He's so hurt. "Look at me. Draco, look at me," he turns and his eyes meet mine, "Do you really think I'd push you?" His eyes are filled with fear and he looks so broken. "No," he croaks out. "No," I whisper. I reach out my hand again and he cautiously grabs it, still not trusting me 100%. "It's okay," I whisper, pulling his hand towards me to help him turn around. I can't believe I did all of this on my own all those years ago. He manages to turn around but a bird flies near us, spooking Draco and causing him to lose his balance. "AAH! HARRY!" He screams. My hand is the only thing keeping him from falling. "Shit, it's okay, I've got you. I'm not going to let go, okay?" I say, struggling to keep my grip. I reach down with my other hand, the railing digging into my stomach. "Grab my hand!" He swings his arm up to grab it but the movement causes his hand to slide further down my arm. "Okay, new plan," I say, bending even further over the edge. "Do it slowly this time, I can't move any further over or we'll both fall," I say, meeting his eyes. He looks absolutely terrified. "It's okay, come on," he slowly raises his arm and I grab it tightly.

I breathe a sigh of relief. I struggle to pull him up. As skinny as he is, he weighs a ton. I finally get him over the railing, but my foot slips on the cloak and we go crashing down to the floor. My head explodes in pain. Fuck, I hit my head hard. Malfoy is laying on me, tears falling down his face. I quickly reach my arms around his waist and hug him. He quickly shoves me and stands up, "What are you doing?" He snarls. "Trying to comfort you?" I sort of ask, rubbing the back of my head and standing up. I look at my hand and there's blood on it. "Shit, I'm bleeding," I say, looking at Malfoy. He suddenly looks terrified again. "Here, let me see." He moves behind me, pulling out his wand and whispers, "Lumos." "It doesn't look that bad," he whispers. "Maybe you should go to the hospital wing though, just in case." "What would I say to them?" "Yeah, you're right. Nox," suddenly, the tower goes dark again. "I'm sorry I shoved you away." "No, it's okay. I should've asked you first, anyway." He looks up at me through his lashes and shyly asks, "Could we try it again?" I grin and nod my head yes. I gently wrap my arms around his shoulders and his back and I feel him tense up. Obviously, he's not used to this type of physical contact. I rub his back and I feel him relax, wrapping his arms around my waist.

We stay like that for what feels like hours. I noticed a while ago that he stopped crying. "Do you want to talk about it?" I mumble into his shoulder, sleep slowly making me slur my words. "You're pushing it, Potter," he whispers, but I can feel his smile on my cheek. "Okay, but if you ever need to talk," I pull away to face him, "I'm always here. Okay?" He gently nods and our foreheads touch. Sleep is making me want to do stupid things with him. I reach up to his face and barely brush away the new tears forming. "You're not alone," I whisper. "I know."

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uncommon alliances: part three

summary: you take advantage of the fact that pansy literally doesn’t care about house security, and decide to sleep in the slytherin common room with daphne and draco. also, the hogsmeade four has a lengthy discussion about dicks.

word count: ~3900

a/n: hi guys im back from the dead w another part of this series that has, essentially, no plot bc don’t we all love pwp! (; potter without plot!! what did u think i meant??? anyway there’s a discussion about dicks in here so if u dont wanna read that, it’s near the end, just ctrl+f “upside-down” and u’ll skip it, it’s just for a laughhhh

part zero  part one  part two

“It is far too early for this,” you mumble, eyelids fluttering. The option of settling back into the black leather sofa you’re sinking into and shutting your eyes to drift off is far too appealing - next to you, Daphne pokes you in the ribs, snorting when you let out a hysterical giggle. She pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her forehead on them, body shaking with laughter. Your eyes are too heavy, world too incoherent to join in and make fun of yourself, so instead, you just sigh and lean forward to grab your mug of tea.

“Stop laughing at me, Daph, ‘m tired ‘nd I didn’t mean to,” you whine softly, hands wrapped around the mug. You bring it up to your lips and sip at it. The hot liquid - scalding liquid, Merlin’s fucking pants, that is burning your tongue right off- “Fuck, tha’ ih ho’-!”

Daphne raises her head and takes in the image of you coughing and letting the tea dribble back into the mug, then bursts into even louder, more violent laughter. “Y-you look s-so-” she chokes out in between gulps of air a minute later, “that is g-gross, oh my goodness-”

Scowling at the tea, you set the mug back on the table and huff. “Well, I’m awake now,” you mutter, scowling. Your friend wraps her delicate arms around your body and squeezes, her blonde ponytail hanging in your face. You relax, hugging Daphne back. When she pulls away, her pretty face is split in half by a huge grin; Daphne rests her head on your shoulder and stretches her legs out so her socked feet are crossed at the ankles on the table, right next to your tea. Behind you, you hear the distant sound of feet thumping on stairs. A familiar scoff greets you in lieu of a hello, and you have to fight not to break out in a smile. It’s crazy how you know who it is just by the sound of his annoyed exhales, but you decide not to think about it, or else, in your half-asleep state, you might become too sappy and scare him away. You’ve never seen sleepy Draco - that would be too vulnerable of him, and Draco doesn’t do vulnerable - but you can imagine that he wouldn’t be sappy or clingy. You, on the contrary, are very huggy when you’re sleepy, hence the fact that you and Daphne are practically cuddling in the Slytherin common room.

Draco shuffles around to stand in front of you, arms crossed and lips puckered in a confused sort of pout. “What… are you doing here,” he asks. “This is the Slytherin common room. Stop cuddling with Daphne and go back to the trash you call living quarters.”

The corners of your mouth spread into a slow, lazy smirk. “Oh, but Draco-” you pat the seat next to you, the one connected to the arm of the couch. “Come cuddle with us. It’s so cold in here, and we’re so lonely. We’re all alone.”

Daphne nods in agreement. She pats the back of your hand and murmurs, “Come on, Draco, we’re lonely.”

“You have each other. You aren’t lonely,” Draco says, but inches forward a little. He glances at the seat, then to you and Daphne, then back to the seat again.

“Why did you even come down here if you didn’t want to cuddle with us?”

He rolls his eyes and retorts, “I was going back to my dorm from the bathroom and I thought I heard your annoying laugh. The one you do when somebody pokes you in your side. I wanted to see if you were actually here so I could tell you to go away. Why are you here, anyway?”

Your smirks grows wider as you say, “Come join us and I’ll fill you in.”

After a staring contest between you two (which is filled with Daphne’s quiet giggles), Draco huffs out a, “…Fine. But only because I’m curious, and not because I want to cuddle with you.”

“Mmm. Sure. Come on…” You untangle one arm from Daphne and hold it out to him. Draco tentatively takes a seat, sighing when you snuggle into his side without restraint. He begrudgingly wraps an arm around you. Daphne doesn’t unattach herself, so it soon becomes a train of cuddling. The prospect makes you giggle into Draco’s chest. He tucks his legs underneath him and glances down at you, blushing and looking away when he sees you already staring at him.

“So,” he clears his throat, gaze trained on the floor, “why is a Gryffindor like you in the Slytherin common room at… five in the morning on a Saturday?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you slur. You slide down so your head is resting in his lap. Draco stiffens and, for a second, you think he’s going to push you off. Instead, he runs his fingers through your hair. Surprised (and a bit overjoyed), you shut your eyes and relish in the feeling of the boy you like playing with your hair, joined by the presence of one of your best friends. For a few minutes, the three of you engage in tired, slurred conversation that has much to do with nothing. Daphne murmurs something about wanting a necklace from a jewelry store at Hogsmeade. At the mention of the town, you announce that you’ve been searching for a book on Quidditch Beaters that they don’t have stocked in the library, and you hope it’s at one of the bookstores there. Draco mutters his wish for firewhiskey. You only get to hear half of his sentence, because by the end of it, your mind has drifted off to a warm, comfortable sleep.

“Malfoy, Greengrass - why is Weasley here?”

You open one eye. Before you stands one of the Slytherin Prefects, Zoey Cross, a seventh year, with one eyebrow raised and an unimpressed expression on her face. You remember a couple years ago, when the older twins went to school, Fred dated her for a couple months. They were pretty serious, too. Something happened between her and another guy and they broke it off, but after, you’d noticed them pining from afar. When you told Fred, he said he didn’t want to talk about it.

“She couldn’t sleep,” Draco responds softly. “Don’t wake her up, she hasn’t been sleeping well.”

You quickly shut your eye so Zoey doesn’t see you. From the tinge of amusement in her voice when she replies, she’s already noticed your consciousness. “Right…” Zoey muses. “Well, there’s no use in kicking her out if she just comes back inside. Her Weasley genes make her prone to that sort of behavior. Stop telling her the password.”

You snort, chomping on your lip to restrain the smirk that threatens to spill past your lips. “But you told Fred the password,” you crumble and finally mumble, snickering. “And you knew the Gryffindor password.” You open both of your eyes, then, automatically meeting Zoey’s cinnamon brown eyes. She narrows them, sending you A Look. You respond by sending you one of her own. “Checkmate, Cross.”

“Fred and I were in a committed, monogamous, public relationship,” Zoey purses her lips. “And you? Who are you currently in a committed, monogamous, public relationship with in Slytherin? Certainly not Greengrass, what with her relationship with Hemmings-”

“I am not dating Kit Hemmings, Cross-”

“Daphne,” groans Draco. “Hemmings, of all the people? He’s such as ass-”

“Oh, rich, coming from you, Daddy’s Boy-”

“Can it, sister, I caught you two snogging in the boys’ dormitory the other night. And shut up, Malfoy, you’re the biggest prick of the entire Slytherin house. And don’t pull that He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named bullshit, you know I’m talking about modern years. Anyway, we’re waiting, Weasley.”

Your leer melts into a frown. You sit up; Daphne scoots aside so you can fit in between her and a tense, pouting Draco. From Zoey’s triumphant power stance, she knows she hit a nerve. ‘Stupid Slytherins,’ you think, huffing. It’s like they can read minds, or something. It’s like they can sniff your insecurities and manipulate them.

Before you can spit out a, “Nobody,” through clenched teeth, Draco takes a deep breath and mumbles, “Me.”

You, Daphne, and Zoey, in unison, say, “What.” and gape at him.

Daphne recovers first, snapping her fingers and pointing at the Prefect. “See! She has permission from her boyfriend!” The word makes you and Draco flinch. Daphne rages on excitedly. “So she can be in here! Because you let her brother in here when you dated him! I remember, you know, you two would always snog in that armchair over there and I’d have to stop Astoria from staring. She stares a lot-”

“Okay, okay,” Zoey holds her hands up in surrender. “I’ll back off. But, since Ethan’ll hound me if I don’t, I’m taking one point from Gryffindor every time I catch you in here after today.”

You snap out of your shock enough to nod and force out a, “Gryffindor loses so many points a week, it’ll hardly matter.”

She laughs, “I guess you’re right… I’ll leave you to it, then. Oh, and Weasley-” you raise an eyebrow. “If you’re wanting breakfast, I’d suggest you go down there now, before your brother eats all of it. Last I saw, he was on his third plate.”

Rolling your eyes and mumbling something under your breath, you slide off the couch. Draco snorts, getting up and helping Daphne to her feet. “She’s not much better,” he mumbles, making you turn around and slap his arm. “Don’t slap me, you imbecile, you know it’s true!”

“Doesn’t mean you have to say it, Draco!”

Zoey glances between you two and rolls her eyes. “I’m going upstairs. Weasley, remember what I said.”

As she ascends up the stairs, you call, “You should owl Fred sometime. He misses you.”

“I’ll… take that into consideration.” She turns and flashes you a small smile. “…Thanks.”

The three of you watch her vanish into the girls’ dormitory. As soon as she’s gone, you point an accusing finger to your friend. “You didn’t tell me about Hemmings!”

Daphne groans and covers her face with her hands. She shakes her head, blonde hair whipping around to hit Draco in the face. You try to suppress a laugh; instead, it comes out as a rather strangled noise deep in your throat like you’re being throttled. “I’ll tell you later with the rest of the girls, okay? At Hogsmeade. I promise!” She leans forward to grab your crossed arms, dark green eyes boring intensely into yours. Sighing, you shrug. “Thank you for not being upset with me! I wanted to say something to everyone at once! Okay, well, I’m going to leave you two alone and go down to the Great Hall.” As she skips to the exit, she spins and does a weird backwards skip/jog thing that nearly makes her trip. After she recovers, she points at you with both hands. “Noon! Bye, Draco!”

Daphne leaves the common room in her pajamas, which you let her go in just because you’re too lazy to say anything about it. And then there were two. You stand about a foot away from him, too aware of the awkward silence between you two. The tension is so thick, you could cut it with a knife. You purse your lips and raise your gaze to meet Draco’s.

“So…” you begin, shifting weight between your feet. You should just go on and say it. Neither of you are getting any younger here, and you’re not one for unnecessary tension; quite on the contrary, you prefer to just get everything out in the open. “Boyfriend?”

He takes a sudden interest in the fireplace. Clearing his throat, Draco shoves his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants and shrugs. “Is that okay?”

“Uh - yeah! Yeah, it’s fine with me. Just a little… surprising, is all. Um, public? We’re public now?”

“Well, Daphne seemed to already know about it. If she knows, then Pansy and Millicent do, as well. It was just a matter of time,” Draco pauses. “How do you think Weasel will react?” If you didn’t think the idea so insane, you’d reckon Draco actually looks nervous. Or something of the sort.

“Badly,” you admit, shrugging. “But I don’t care. It isn’t his relationship, it’s mine. He has no business in my relationships. He tried it with Ginny and Dean earlier in the year - we both put an end to that.” Smirking, you remember the Dean Era. You can’t recall whether or not Michael was before or after - Harry’s definitely here to stay for a while, which is something you couldn’t be happier about.

Draco is saying something when you snap out of your thoughts. You see him stroll to the staircase to the boys’ dormitory - you call after him, throwing your hands in the air. “Where are you going?” Draco raises a brow. “I’m getting dressed. Were you not listening to me while I was speaking?”

“Uh, no.”

He rolls his eyes, then turns back to the stairs. “That is your loss, not mine. You should get changed, too. I’ll see you later in Hogsmeade, okay?”

You mumble, “Yeah, fine, whatever,” and head for the common room entrance. On your way, you pass Crabbe and Goyle - instead of sending them a huge grin, like you do Blaise and Theo, you merely nod to them. You’re not quite there with them yet.

“Where have you been?” Questions Ron immediately as you step through the Fat Lady’s portrait. He rises from the armchair that faces the Gryffindor common room exit; you pass him, nudging his shoulder with your hand on your way to the girls’ dormitory. “You’re wearing the same clothes you were yesterday! Is my little sister doing the Walk of Shame?!”

“Twins,” you remind him with a smile. “We’re twins. One minute doesn’t count. And I just crashed with a few friends, nothing to worry about. I’m fine. I didn’t sleep with anyone, not that it is any of your business even if I did.”

“What? You don’t have any friends. You have - you have us! Me, ‘Mione, Harry, and Ginny!” A moments hesitation, then, “Were you with Luna?”

“Ron! I said it’s none of your business. I’m fine. Don’t go all overprotective of me. Trust me, I can hold my own. I’m going to get changed for Hogsmeade, maybe see if Ginny has any snacks. I’ll see you later-”

“Ah, right, wait-” Ron grabs something off the table next to the armchair and jogs over to the bottom of the case; he eyes it warily. You snort, planting your hands on your hips and descending the necessary amount of steps to become eye-to-eye with him. “I noticed you weren’t at breakfast, thought you were ill. I brought you some food. It’s probably a little cold, but I don’t trust myself to do a Warming spell and not torch the thing.” Ron offers you the thing. It’s a plate of assorted breakfast food. You take it gingerly, a flood of familial affection washing through your body. It’s such a sweet, thoughtful gesture, you feel bad about being so adamant with him about your whereabouts. Of course, if you were him, you’d be worried, too.

You pull your brother in for a one-armed hug. He accepts it for a second and pulls away the next, ears red. “Thank you, Ron!” You beam into his blue eyes. You decide to add, “You’re the best twin older-brother-by-one-minute ever!”

“It’s nothing, I just thought you’d be hungry,” he mumbles, shuffling backwards. You let him inch away from the conversation. Instead of forcing him into more sibling bonding, you just go up to your dorms to get ready. Before eating the breakfast, you take out your wand and cast a light Warming spell. Then you proceed to burn your tongue on a forkful of eggs.

“Is his dick big, though?” Pansy sips at her butterbeer, nonchalant about the question she just imposed. “Like, Daph, I know you’re all, ‘size doesn’t matter’, but let’s be honest, ladies - it does. Size does matter.”

Daphne chokes on her treacle tart. When she stops dying, she grabs the nearest thing to her and chucks it across the table. It just so happens to be the bag of owl treats Millie bought for her owl - Daphne just nearly misses, Pansy ducking out of the way just in time. The bag sails over her head and lands behind your table. It bursts open and all the treats scatter amongst the floor. “Oh, shit-” Daphne jumps up, shouting an apology to Madame Rosmerta, who just rolls her eyes, a small smile on her face. “I’ve got it, Madame, really-”

Madame Rosmerta waves her off and takes out her wand. You turn back to the table, snickering as Millie scolds Daphne for wasting her owl treats. Madame Rosmerta hands the newly-mended bag back to Millie, nodding at Daphne’s gushing of ‘thank you, Madame, thank you - I’m so sorry-’. She, along with the entirety of the Three Broomsticks, ignores her shrieking when Millie attempts to hit Daphne over the head with the bag. You and Pansy step in. Pansy wrestles the bag away from an angry Millie while you protect a screeching Daphne.

“Give me back my owl treats, Parkinson-”

Pansy raises a perfect, dark eyebrow. “Uh, Bulstrode, you can get them back when we return to the common room. I won’t have you trying to kill Daph on my watch.” She flips her hair and smiles. “Anyway. What was I talking about?”

“Size does matter,” you offer, much to Daphne’s chagrin.

“Oh, right - yeah, size fucking matters, Daph.”

“No - Pansy, it’s all about personality. It doesn’t matter if he has a large penis, because if he has a large personality, then I am satisfied,” Daphne sits back in her seat, pleased with herself.

You lean over and stage-whisper to Pansy, “I think Hemmings has a small dick.”

“I’d wager he does, too,” Pansy stage-whispers back, maintaining solid eye contact with Daphne.

“No! Stop it, guys, it isn’t your dick, I don’t see why you care-”

“You’re not denying it, Daphne,” Millie cuts in. Her temper has calmed, and she’s back to first-name basis again. Good; having Millie angry is like… having Hermione angry with you. She’s sullen, stubborn, and a pain in the ass to be around. “If you’re not going to entertain us with Hemming’s dick, let’s talk about Draco’s.” Fuck. Nevermind, you want her to be sulky again. “How big is Draco’s dick?”

Pansy leans in, a laugh at the tip of her tongue. “Yeah, tell us. Give us the details.” After a moment, Pansy shakes her head. “Actually, I have to look at him in the eye. Don’t give us the details, but make a broad accusation, y’know?”

Shooting a wink at your blonde friend, you rest your chin on your fist and say, “Well, let me tell you girls, I think size does matter, and I am more than satisfied.” Grinning at Pansy’s shrieking laughs, you take a small sip from your mug and watch her and Millie viciously tease Daphne.

“See? Daph, even Draco has a big dick - and we all thought he was compensating! Sucks that Hemming’s is too small - maybe you should try someone else, like Po-”

Daphne, fuming, slams her fist on the table. Some butterbeer sloshes over the side of your mug, but you barely notice it in your violent giggling fit. “You know what?” She snaps. “I wasn’t going to tell you, because privacy, but I’ll have you know Kit does have a big dick. In fact, Kit has a huge cock. It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen. Nine inches,” she says the last bit proudly.

You, Pansy, and Millie all shout in unison, “Nine?!”

“Nine. Kit’s dick is nine inches long. So, yes, I am very satisfied. I get nine inch cock-”

“That’s very interesting, Daphne, but I’d rather not know the size of Kit Hemming’s dick. Or first-hand accounts of how he uses it. Or, quite honestly, his name gives me a migraine, so I’d prefer to not speak of him, at all, for the rest of my life,” Draco’s voice sounds above you. You crane your neck to look up. He’s smirking in Daphne’s direction. Draco leans down to give you a weird upside-down kiss that’s actually quite cute and endearing, and leaves even Pansy awwing. Pansy never aws. Pansy is a cold, emotionless snake who takes pleasure only in seeing other people’s discomfort. And, sometimes cute things, when she’s in the mood. It’s not often; the mood comes once in a blue moon.

You love Pansy.

Draco drops a book onto the table as he falls into the seat in between you and Pansy. You pick up the book. Scanning the title, your heart rate quickens with each letter until you’ve finished the cover page and your excitement is through the roof. “Draco!” You shriek, setting the book down and tackling him in a hug. “Merlin’s tits-”

“Nice one,” he says, sarcastic.

“-Thank you so much, holy shit! I’ve been looking for this forever! How did you find it?!”

Draco picks up your mug and drinks from it. He leans against the back of the chair and shrugs. “I’m a Malfoy. I can get whatever I want.”

“I thought you were, like, half-asleep when I talked about this?”

“I was listening to you. I don’t tune you out,” he scoffs.

It’s then that you remember that your friends are still here, and staring at you expectantly, waiting to be included. “Oh, right - Daph, you might remember this. It’s the book on Beaters and tips and biographies and tricks of world-famous Beaters that I’ve been looking for for ages.”

Millie wiggles her eyebrows at you and Draco. “And what is he getting in return for your book?”

Draco answers before you can, saying, “Peace and quiet, hopefully. I’m leaning towards not being mindlessly bothered by her every second of the day.”

The three girls change the subject after laughing, leaving you and Draco pretty much alone. You look up at him, smiling. He’s smiling, too; the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned. You can tell he’s trying to hold one back. “You keep getting things for me, and I don’t know what to give you.”

“I don’t need anything,” he says quickly. Draco takes the book from your hands and sets it back on the table. He twists in his chair so his entire body is facing you. You do the same until you’re knee-to-knee. “Honestly. Don’t get me anything. Please. I… have everything materialistic I need.”

“Kiss me?”

Draco goes to glance around, then seems to think better of it. He meets you in the middle and kisses you long and hard, fingers making their way to clutch the front of your shirt. After you pull away, he mumbles, “How do you always get your way? Manipulation?”

“No, that’s you,” you retort, setting the book on your lap and opening it to the first page. Before you start reading, you grin at him and wink. “I use scare tactics to get my way.”

Draco snorts. “Right. That’s it. You’re so scary, I get it now.”

Humming in response, you lace his fingers with yours and begin the book, relishing in the feeling of his thumb sweeping over the back of your hand, light as a feather.

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Know & Determinate: II- the surface and a lame witch; chap 1

/racism, /hate crime, /physical assault, /alcohol, /c slur, /unsanitary, /witchcraft, /panic attack, bad writing. like, really bad. i wrote this when i was in a bs brainspace in highschool to cope.

a self-insert fanfiction where i write what happens after my runs of undertale. written in google docs and idk what im doing. Frisk is 12, use they/them, has a bullshit life, Chara also uses they/them, and is still here, and never meant for all this to happen, they hate each other, and Sans is still, and forever will be, a mess.

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here we go with that stuff !! im pumped enough to not collapse of stage anxiety ah ah.

please do not confuse my complicated style for pretentiousness. im but a wordy insecure fool. with a super touchy soft spot for a small fat skeleton. and lots of imagination.

this isn’t something for fontcest and frans shippers and gross ppl who villainize and misgender kids and call gay couples “hawt sin” tho. u guys are uglies and i hate you, go away. ;U

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“Sans” i deadpanned.

He perked up a little, his forever-fucking-smiling expression mirroring my tone -with his eyes. Eyes’ sockets. Those were the only hints of what he was actually thinking. Because his fake smile -fake, i’m so sure of it, so fake smile, it only ever dropped when Frisk’s puppeted body struck him down, the very only moment he stopped- wow getting sidetracked. Anyway.

“Sans.” i repeated. i need to repeat myself a lot. Verbal dyspraxia i think. He didn’t seem to know that and squinted a bit more, indication of his annoyance/suspicion/mistrust/wariness. ‘s what his squinting usually means, directed at me. Can’t blame him. “i…” Truth is, i don’t actually know what to tell him. ‘s just. i love him, and i know it sounds crass and misplaced blurted out like this, but as a consequence, i’m worried about him. A lot. Constantly. i hope bpd isn’t blurring my judgement too much. ‘m not sure he does take care of himself as well as he deserve. And look who’s talking, right ? But he is surrounded by loving friends and family. And has his brother. He could get help. Good help.

Damn my hesitance was making him unnerved. I could see it in how he turned to me, bone hands switching in and out of his pockets. I only hugged myself tighter, hands vaguely gesturing.

“i… Could i offer you to crash on my couch sometimes ? Or bed even, i don’t use mine a lot, actually. Since it’s, y’know, closer to a good part of your odd jobs than your house and Papyrus isn’t home then ?” Dang that was weirder out loud. i kept a blank face to show i was serious. i was- the guy looked even more tired than me. Tells something.

“uh. kid, you got something going in the back of your mind ?” Damn he took me too seriously. Squinting hard at me now, he was the perfect studied statue of calm judgement. Damn he was good at those.

“Well, safe from letting you get a good deserved rest more easily, not much !!” i made sure to answer jovially, doing the whole ‘punching the air round and low in excitement’ thing. We could be two playing the happy clown game.

i had found him at Grillby’s, like usual. his food was getting cold. like usual too. what was less usual was the tense manner he held himself when i came in, and how he “straightened” up, like he had forgotten himself, when i greeted him, pat on the shoulder. he would have flinched but he wouldn’t have wanted me onto him about it. so his eye socket had violently twitched -violently as in, noticeably, by his standards, and...uh lost myself again, fuck.

What i mean is that he was having a harsh day, probably after a harsher even night, his ptsd acting up (‘m not supposed to know ‘bout that. He himself doesn’t even know it. i just read. and relate), and i wanted to help him. now, maybe i had been presumptuous thinking i could…

So that’s why i insisted, vigorously,

“And uh-we can watch some trash movies and stuff, anytime, and like you can just stop by during your in-between shifts, even if i’m not home, i’ll give you a spare key and-” sudden stop. oh no. He gave me The Hand.

He indeed did, holding it up, like he wanted me to slow down. i did, obviously, but uh. did that mean i was overwhelming him, or annoying ? Was there a difference ?? Did it matter ???

Not now, because he was talking, and internal anxiety mini attack made me split focus, and i wanted full focus on what he said, on him.

“look kid,” i hate he calls me that “i appreciate whatchu tryin to do here” meh.liar. spill it. “but i can’t accept. paps would be upset if he knew i was squatting-”

“No he wouldn’t !! He would call it ‘GREAT FRIENDLY HANGOUTS OF REST’ and be very happy we uuh spend time together and stuff-”

“ok” glaring at me now, probably pissed i used his bro’s good nature to shot down his excuse. Heh. Two play at that game. “but here’s the thing.” he advanced himself up to me, nearly out of his seat. i held my ground. uh oh. “we a r e n’t f r i e n d s.”

Ouch. i mean i knew this but. Ouch. His eyes hadn’t blacked out on that last part, but nearly, too. Could be that his already hazy eyelights had just dimmed in exasperation but um. That didn’t feel any better. i gulped. Just a little. Just to keep down the new forming clog in my throat. Just a little one. i knew this.

“i know this !! but look, we could be, if we hanged out !” i didn’t dare say more. My eyes stung a lil bit too much for my liking and while never embarrassed by my tears, didn’t want to embarrass him.

‘s not like i was seriously hurt. i knew where we stood, and that my crush was going to stay that, a crush. what really stung was the utter lack of trust and the hatred-like suspicion he had of me. that and also feeling like i’m watching someone drown, but can’t help, because when i reach out they swat me away in fear i would be the one pushing them further. That’s probably more of my saviour complex dramatizing everything, but it’s bad to be helpless when you know someone, and you’re the only one to notice where they’re headed, because they’re great at pretending, but it’s like looking at yourself in a mirror for you. Get me ?

But. That’s fair. We hadn’t started well off. At all. Oh boy we hadn’t…

___

Seems like now would be a good time to make a small recap, uh ? ‘bout how i ended up knowing that dude, falling in love, analysing his mental shit and all that jazz. Yeah.

me, some lame girl who won’t eat for days and forgo sleep just because, who doesn’t shave but my actual hair, doesn’t do makeup, who doesn’t smile when I’m told to and who grins for no apparent reason whenever a new daydream pops up, because i’m kind of stuck in my own head because it’s better in here. because of… trauma crap. i get by by drawing and playing games where i can just save everyone.

i don’t know if you get what i mean. i sorta hope you don’t. Because it hurts. But at the same time it’d be awesome if you did, because y a y let’s relate about crap !

Don’t know if it matters, too.

Could help to get a few friends. But being  an asocial, asexual, kinda aromantic mess kinda throws that out of the window. You’d think so many A would get me higher in life eh heh heh heh heeeeeh… not funny. i’m not funny. My life is not funny. The way i react to it can be, though.

Like, that one time i was hanging out on my own, outside the bar i had first entered with classmates, as i tried to be less of a hermit, in a bar street and fled because i can't stand alcoholic jerks, and then saw this crowd of tough guys ejecting a small and stout person in a blue hoodie from said bar by fucking throwing a chair at them through the fucking window, and seeing that this little dude is a monster, and knowing they’re gonna get busted down to a puddle of dust by the mastodont looming over them if nobody intervenes ?

i reacted funny.

---

“Yoo-ou ffffffuking cunt, I-I’m gon’ mash you to the dirt yo motha shitted after getting fucked by yooour d-d-dog of a oold man-”

As he spits the words, an obviously very drunk dude stumbles closer and closer to the monster, his hands shaking like he wants to grip their head and smash it.

Freak it. This son of a bitch may be slurring like he drank the whole city, but he’s for sure all out to kill him ! Get up and run, little dude !

“c’mon man, “fucking cunt” , fun king or earl, it’s still a bit early to speak ‘bout mothers isn’t it?”

[i recognize him]

Pfft- what ? i snort loudly from my spot.

Okay, this is a gloriously  bad, stretched pun -but now is not the time for goodness’ sake ! Run, dude, run -wait, is that a skeleton ?!

[i recognize him]

Oh my fuck, how dumb is that dude, going out in a popular bar at what-the-heck-hours in this stupid city ! There were shootings and assassination attempts on the monster gym leader not even two blocks away yesterday ! And you just go in there with a face that screams “LOOK AT ME” ?! Are you stupid or do you just lack of basic preservation instincts ?!

The brute keeps advancing, spouting shit, a sort of gang backing him up, toward mc comicbonedude, a guy i assume, given the voice, but with monsters you never know, gender’s a myth but not them- who’s still on the ground, backtracking, crawling with a grin it didn’t drop the whole time, is it stuck or something and doesn’t look like getting up holy crap he can’t get up, the more hatred a monster is confronted with the hardest it hits he must be low on hp or something he’s gonna get killed

[i recognize him]

mc comicbonedude cracks another joke or is it his ribs cracking under the viscious kick he just got he’s thrown nearer the spot i’m chilling in. Another kick. Nearer. They can't see me, i’m well hidden in the shadows. Another kick.

This time, mc comicbonedude gags out a pun about sole-ution to the problem being-

FUCK OFF!! a gun is being drawn out.

Screw this i’m not witnessing a murder, fucking racists fucking xenophobics fucking city full of fucking shitheads there are other people around here why isn’t anyone but i don’t want to die either that's how it is, eli, always strive for yourself.

i get up fast and sprint to the monster, screaming about cops and a monster attack and insults, anything to spark a bit of panic, deck a scrawny fucker the one who.was.going.to.shoot.him. and aim for the skeleton, who yells.

[i recognize him]

i grab him by the hood and run in some narrower streets, hearing yells after me, and the anxiety is building up a little too much for my usual adrenaline numbing spell to work-

i trip on some trash and my own feet -same difference, fall over, roll, get up that’s how you do it eli, hit and roll, but back on your feet. And keep running, holding the monster close to my chest he’s warm that means he’s still alive and ok, right, left, dodge the you whore you bitch get back here you bitch and the bullets yup i’m good at thiiiiiiis- a bullet still grazes my ankle, I stumble, nearly faceplant, and it hurts but like a sting and I’m still alive. The adrenaline keeps pumping and i feel so light, i sprint into a shabby alley, panting like a dog, i think i’m crying, and drool is mixing with it. i can feel the headache coming, and mc comicbonedude is heavy enough to slip in my arms why won’t he move ? Is he dead ? Is he in shock ?

[i recognize him]

i run to a staircase, you know, the rusty and slippery metal kind outside buildings for fire escape ? Exactly what i need, as the assholes keep firing at me, huh. I climb, to the top, jump to the next building am i really doing this as me for real and run. i don’t know if they’re still after us, my ears won’t stop ringing, and i can’t tell it apart from sirens. I’m on a four stories building running to save a skeleton who

who starts emitting blue and yellow light and what the hell is happening why am i floating holy fuck i’m two inches away to be totally out of not-looking-near-enough-at-all- concrete to fall on.

[i recognize him]

[*focus insufficient]

[*procedure fails]

He’s silent. Sprawled two meters away from where I’m hanging

h-how did i

Looking exhausted and furious, like a cornered dog who has already taken on a tiger in the past, and from his left pupil there’s a cyan blue and yellow flame ? crackling, or bubbling ? or is it just flashing. can’t tell eyes too blurry. and dark blue is surrounding me at my sternum is that monster magic it’s beautiful, did i get headshot i can’t thing straight no. i can’t breath. It’s holding me in place. i can’t breath properly. i try to call out for him, he’s just overreacting in an understandable alarm but

please don’t crunchy crush the goofy girl on the cracking hard ground but when I try, I look at his eyes. One is glowing a fiery but disturbed cyan and yellow, with shards of red here and there, and the other is blank dead. Black. i’m terrified. He pants and that’s the only sound for a while. He’s alive. Good. Am i going to still be alive after this ?

“DON’T DROP ME DON’T WANNA DIE DON’T KILL ME OKAY IT'S THE LAST TIME I’M HELPING OUT ANYONE I PROMISE I’M SORRY PLEASE DON’T KILL ME. DUDE PLEASE.”

“wha- ghh- !” He flinches like waking up. He lets go- lets go of meeee-

“AAAAAAAAAH NO !” He gasps and grasps again. i only slipped a meter into nothingness “Oh please please please i really don’t wanna die, and not falling, it looks like suicide i don’t do that i managed not to so don’t spoil it all ok i-”

“what- kid no stop r-”

“SO SORRY DON’T KILL ME DON’T-”

“ kiiiid please” he’s clutching at his skull now.

“PLEASE D-”

“shut. up”

Ok. Not talking.

Whimpering and sobbing a bit, but he better take this because i’m having an anxiety attack and it will escalate into a hyperventilation fit if he doesn't lower me on the ground and I can't calm down.

“Please don’t kill me.” blurts out anyway of my gritted teeth.

A white light bulb alights in his empty eyes socket, and the glow in the other dims. Could he not see me before ? Hey, is that a crack across his skull ? Augh that looks like it s t i n g s.

“ H-hey, there. You- ah, fffuck this hurts. You okay ?” i try.

Nothing. He stares at me, as if watching out for something. I can feel the power around me wavering. He needs to come to his senses before I go kiss the dirt.

“P-please don’t leave me hanging.” He snorts, but keeps scrutinizing me, shaking. ‘s like he’s half understanding the pun, half not there. Silent.

“Woah, that was bad, even for me; guess i’m just that high.” i attempt a feeble finger gun.

He holds back a laugh “pffft- what the hell, kid- oh fuck.” He starts, realizing what i’m hinting at. He drags me back to the ground. i still can't move, but breathing is easier. i whimper again -heck i’m surprised i didn't piss myself- and draw out a looong sigh.

Now we stare at each other awkwardly is not strong enough to cut it. And i observe, that i m may be sweaty, tired and teary, but he looks bad.

His skull is definitely cracked across his left eye, he won’t stop shaking, sweats profusely and seems to have troubles breathing so monsters skeletons breathe and pant. Ok. Do they cry too ? Cuz that weird red stuff oozing from his damaged eye doesn’t look like tears but that can’t be blood… right ?

He looks horrible, if only physically. But the way his eyes sway, with this grin I can’t find the reason for, it worries me more. Is he ... having an episode, or something ? i mean he could be and be totally inoffensive, but ? Was he the one attacking first back at the bar ? is he really having an episode of some sort ? i’m not too nice when i’m having an episode either.

Should i cry for help ? i can't budge from his grasp.

And i know i shouldn’t but i’m feeling an attack coming up- the restraint is triggering my ptsd ridden ass…..

Let me go y-you there c’mon i can’t take this not my shit nuh uh lemme go lemme go lemme go

“ lemme go…” woah not pathetic at all. “Let me go.” no reaction, try again “LET M-” i can’t move my mouth.

The pressure fucktupled, and it’s like my lungs and my muscles are being crushed.

“ok buddy, pal, chum, whoever you are, what the fuck ?”

i can’t answer you, you dumbfuck you just muted me

“i mean, nice save and all. thanks i guess. but who the heck and what on earth are you up to ?” both of his eyes went black oh my god what did i do to your highness Hecate like seriously now how did i end in such a mess.

“H-how about we both calm down first, and talk next ?” i seem to break through the mute. ok good, deep breaths, count backward from ninety to zero, relax, we’re both freaking out, he’s as spooked as you-which is funny cuz he’s the skeleton- focus on breathing.

Still no answer. “Look, i, i get it, bad freak out, i interrupted you back there, i get you’re fucked up-” nothing but his eyes narrowing “ but i’m cool. Swear i am. i’m cold and m’name is uidelsib. you can call me sib ! Cool enough ?”

i extend my hand, ready to give him a strong good ole handshake, but he doesn’t take up on it.

Instead he stays frozen, “Not cool, dude,” hand still extended, but lowered, as if he could grab me again “ r e a l l y not cool,” i insist, and his bones are, he’s. shaking ? Yeah. Shivering violently, like he’s super cold too, which is pretty normal given he’s what. Up with me on a high building, one, two hundred meters in the sky, exposed to the icy wind ? Figures.

His bones are making this clattering clickety sound, stresses me out damn. He’s studying me. But it’s also like he can’t focus. Shivering too much. Shock, probably. His eye socket’s still oozing that red shit. Not thick enough to be blood, and too scarletish, but what do i know ‘bout monsters.

[oh, what do i don’t]

He takes a step toward me.

“ not fucking cool, not in the least-” i let out, jaw still clenched.

His bones rattles one last time, on the cement ground. His knees buckled under him the next moment he moved. His arms couldn’t support him.

i approach him, concerned. Once the pursuit’s adrenaline and the near death experience done with, my mind is settling, and i can think more clearly. He, on the other hand…

He stirs as i come closer. Tries to growl something i can’t decipher, but it comes out as a whimper, pained. My heart constricts in my ribs. Fuck, i hadn’t meant shit to go down like that. i seem to have a talent to fuck up, but i only wanted to help.

i tell him that. He grunts, doesn’t acknowledges me further, and quivers as he tries to stand up. He can’t though. I see it from where i am, he shakes enough to make a dr.pepper bursts.

i snort at the image, a skeleton shaking a bottle fixed on his spine, then flies away with the pressure- w o w i’m gone far. Need a bed. Asap. Concentrate on the situation at hand.

He, though, doesn’t react well to my laughter. He immediately stiffens, and

goes slack. Unmoving on the ground. He fainted ? i go on a hunch and inch closer, on the tip of my toes, hunched over myself, because i can’t tell if he’s dead or if i’m going to be.

[i recogni-- --- [REDACTED]]

i shake my head furiously. i can’t let those thoughts take my attention away from what’s taking place here and now.

i’m close enough now. something like a meter away, i can see him still shivering, and hear him rasp some breaths out. So he can breathe-

[i knew tha- [REDACTED]]

Not Now. i need to focus, i got a seemingly dying monster mere steps away from me.

i crouch down, slowly. My leg muscles burn enough i’m trembling too and i’m pretty sure my teeth are chattering, the noise mingling with his bones against the asphalt.

He’s still face down, arms limp on his sides, and i spy his eyelights peeking at me, way less sharp than when he had me pinned in the air just. one minute ago ?

i creep closer, he tenses, i stop.

“You’re ok.” i whisper. “We’re ok and we’re leaving.” i try to keep my voice from wavering but meh. ‘s not like there’s much face to save, for both of us.

i reach my hand toward him. He doesn’t move. i put it on his back, barely pressing, he tenses. And then disappears with a ping.

[ (*did you think i was going to stay here and t--- -- -) [REDACTED]]

NOT NOW I SAID. GE E. WHERE DID HE Go ?

He’s back right where he was. He basically just blinked in and out of existence. And he’s looking even more exhausted, if that’s possible, sweating bullets and heaving noisily, before he quiets himself. He’s also glaring at me, but meekly, and i’m not too scared anymore to be honest. He looks more frustrated than anything, although i can guess he’s actually scared to death. HAH.

“Hey you’re ok, i said, i just. Need to get us somewhere safe. Yeah. Not here.” i croak out. i’m starting to feel the freezing wind more, too. i can’t afford to stall and give him time to think. i can still hear the sirens. They’re looking for someone. And i don’t want the police on my back, even if i didn’t do anything reprehensible in the end.

So i slide my hands under him, still making sure i don’t touch any possible sensitive areas, and decide to go for the armpits, and hey i might get a tickle out of him ! ...ahah no. As i try to heave him up on his… surprisingly tiny feet ? did he lose his shoes or. Whatever. He just stays as silent as he is limp. And boy is he limp as a rock. Not quite as heavy though, good.

“You’re lighter than you look-” might as well try to make some conversation “and uh, can you walk ?” Or at least i can try to fill the heavy silence. Let’s just forget the “tried to kill you” thing. We’re both in deep crap anyway, and i can understand having baggage.

He really won’t walk though. He barely makes a sound too. If i hadn’t heard him sooner i’d think he can’t talk or something. i barely get a grunt out of him as i put him on my hip, which isn’t hard given he’s like. Half my size. Fun sized boney menace.

And i begin to trudge down the stairs- not the ones i came from, i don’t want to get caught if the cops are back there and it’s too far anyways. i want a bed. Now. A lone pillow would do.

He doesn’t seem much different, dangling on my side barely sparing me a glare as i look down at him, checking if he’s not dusting yet. He stopped “bleeding” at least. He still got that nasty huge scar.

i can feel him staring when i’m not looking. He’s still wary. Probably only lets me pull this only because he can’t not. Heh, at least he doesn’t seem to mind that i’m carrying him like you’d do a toddler. i just, need my other arm to grip and grab at the staircase bars when i slip.

Nah he looks more disgusted to be touching me than anything. Everytimes we get into more contact, because i’m bumping a wall or stumbling on my own feet again, i can distinctly feel him shudder, and try to get away. It’s just a little distracting, and unbalancing, and a lil tidbit hurtful. But i can’t blame him. i’d be throwing a fucking fuss and dishing fists if our places switched.

At least it’s relatively calm. We didn’t meet anyone, maybe a few rats rummaging garbage, and some monsters hurrying home, Whimsuns i think ? No one that paid us any mind at least.

So we’re still walking slowly when rain hits us hard, and nearly sends me on my ass. Doesn’t help the shivering, but now it’ll clean the streets out for sure. It’s something past midnight, i don’t wanna find anyone out at this hour.

But i’d kinda appreciate finding my way to somewhere because

“Aaaaaaaaaaa a h ahhh i got no idea the fuck i’m g-going…” Ah fuck. i said that out loud. And now my passenger's giving me his best ‘are u fuckin kiddin me’ stare. He’s. Very unamused.

“L-look, this isn’t, this isn’t my part of the city, okay?? i’m- i’m tryin’ to g-get us to the monster neighbourhoods, but i don’t know the fuck where it is, alright ?!” My tone escalates with my pitch, and i nearly slip again as he flinches away from me. Damn it, not helping eli, still in an episode or something. Don’t yell.

“Y-y-yeeah okay, look. ‘m sorry i cried but i’m in shock and still lost, kay? S-so maybe help or som’thin’ ?” Indications would help yeah. And now he’s listening, he’s also less shaky and putting his weight on me in a way that hinders our progression less. Good.

He nods. Good.

“Good. Gooood good good good.” i’m on autopilot now, following the skeleton’s grunted directions. i take a few wrong turns every now and then, but what can you do with nonverbal advice, and we end up in a part of the city i recognize, because i’ve seen it on tv and wanted to come look around anyway.

The gym stadium. A big building, at least big for a monster building, given the prices get surprisingly higher when they’re buying, stylized like a Japanese dojo, with anime advertisement posters (whether for the dojo or the animes i got no ideas) on the walls and- oh my gosh are those- fish, dolphin, shark and starfish stickers on the windows.

“Perfect !” i half yell, significantly lighting up. Mc comicbonedude looks at me like i’ve grown a second head, and i give him a big manic smile, obviously stressed out. My right eye might be twitching a little too. Does that when i’m under pressure. He decides to go back to slumping against me and questioning his life choices, and i take that as an ‘okay GO’ to proceed with my genius only just made up plan.

i march up quickly, -i want this DONE WITH. NEXT TIME i GO ON AN IMPROMPTU RESCUE MISSION I’M TAKING MY LEAD UMBRELLA AND A CHANGE OF CLOTHING- to the tall doors, who thanks fucking gods are under a porch, that saves us from being drenched anymore, and pound it with all i got.

“OI BLUE WATER GAL ! OPEN UP!!! I KNOW YOU’RE STILL WORKING, YOU ALWAYS BRAG ABOUT NOT SLEEPING AND PROVIDING A 19/24H SERVICE ON TV!!! OPEN UUUPP!! B I T C H! OPEN!!UP!!”

Skeleton is googly eyeing me like the second head i’ve definitely grown started reciting the ten commandments to belzebuth themselves,

[and he’s not too far off]

but i don’t care my dude i am d o n e. If i get welcomed with a fist to the face i don’t give a diggly doogly dang fuck so long i can get inside and lay down. Even on the cold ass tile floor. i’m don-

“OI PUNK, WHAT’S UP WITH THAT RUCKUS ?? YOU TRYING TO PICK A DUEL WITH ME ? CUT IT OUT UNLESS YOU WANT A POUNDING COMPETITION FUFUFUFUFUFUH~ I’M OFFERING THOUGH !”

Ah, right, i’m still hitting that door. Ouch, that’s gonna swell. Oh welp.

But the voice came from...up?

i step backward some, under the rain, ugh, and look up to see, yup, a noodly armed blue fish person with bright scarlet red hair pulled up in a bun, all sweaty, a poor guy in a chokehold, peeking out of the second floor window, taking in the pouring rain with gusto. A gigantic lightning bolt, quickly followed by loud ass thunder, comes to compliment her boisterous apparition, and she grins- smirks? wide locking her single eye on me, the lighting making her golden teeth flash.

She comes down to greet my miserable form fast, not taking the stairs, but jumping out of the window (much more graciously than mc comicbonedude previously), having let go of her victim- sparring partner previously, good gods, and lands at my feet like nobody’s business, to then bolt up, eager to see the intruder to her night sessions.

And Undyne, former Captain of the Royal Guard of Monsterkind Underground, all steel like blue scales, glinting golden slitted eye and sharp mouth, now renowned Master of Fights in her stadium, among monsters and humans even more, already black belt of more martial arts than i know of, and fresh survivor of one of the biggest terrorist hits on monsters yet, is staring me down, from her easy two meters height, like i’m her next meal.

i gulp. i’m so fucked.

i’m so fucked and not just for the fact that i am royally gay and all, but also cuz…

[i recognize her]

[she was so hard to f---- [REDACTED]]

[couldn’t figure out that all we had to do was to run and then ---- -- ------- [REDACTED]]

“Uh ?” Her gaze has finally caught on my now bundled up passenger, who’s shivering in cold rather than fear, on my hip, who only lazily grins a

“sup”

“YO SANS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THIS WIMPY HUMAN AT THIS TIME OF THE NIGHT ?? AND Y’ALL ARE SOAKED !! GET INSIDE, NERDS !!!”

[i know him]

i follow hollowly the orders and get inside, feel a weight leave my side-kinda miss that already, to then feel a big fluffy towel drape over me. Then i sit down. In the hall on the ground, probably. Wooden floor is in my direct line vision. Uh. Thing is well taken care of, all waxed and clear, who would have guessed.

[i know them both. very well actually]

[Chara would be nervously giggling if they were here]

[wonder what they’re up to]

[and Frisk too, obviously]

[what about Flowey though. no idea what the lil shit is up to in pacifist endings]

i’m so f UCK E D.

---

Aaaand that’s how i ended up rocking back and forth in Undyne’s dojo’s main hall for half of the night, muttering about video games and fucking witchcraft gone wrong again and shit fuck damnit, i guess it was denial all along those last two, six months ? And oOH WELP, guess i did cradle like a toddler my fictional crush for the last, what, half hour ? Whoopsies.

Hhhhhhhh

fuck that ink witch status, that was not planned.

___

When i finish my flashback, and it’s been something like six months again since, got to “meet” his super cool great bro, not on his account though, Undyne just had to introduce Papsy to the dweeb that “saved his big brother” and also Asgore, Toriel, for a quick ‘thanks you’, even a small interview with Mettaton, that made a hit on the Undernet, and mingled a bit with monsters- i’m friend with Chesty Brun now (Burgerpants), and Alphys, because we’re following the same mangas-

he’s already gone, burger nearly untouched, ketchup covered fries half eaten and drink finished, and i’m tempted to ask Grillby, who is hovering close behind his bar, fretting a little, in front of my frozen form, if “you’re gon throw that out ? sure i can’t finish ?”  Because it’d be a real shame to let all that delicious grub go to waste. But that’d be creepy as fuck, even moreso taking my feelings for the small dude, and his against me, so i don’t, and he’ll probably feed it to his pet lava rock anyway, so i stop hugging myself and rocking back and forth and go back to my seat, waving him off with a sorry smile, and go back to sullenly sipping my vanilla milkshake.

Can’t blame Sans.

He’s cautious. Understandable.

i know what he’s had to put up with.

[and so do all of you]

[dirty brother killers ?]

[i hope not]

[i really wonder how’s Chara doing…]

AAAAAAAaaaaaaah how do i turn this shit off ?? Let me pretend i’m normal in a normal situation stupid brain thing !!

...ah. screw it. this magic milkshake is fabulous. That’s totally what i’m crying about.

“Don’t worry Grillby.”

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ye don’t worry my dudes. can i call y’all that ? ‘s gender neutral. ‘m a demi girl, and you can call me “my dude”, my dudes. wow what a bull of crap i pulled here, sorry trans girls and enbies

this isn’t beta read cuz i’m on my own and english isn’t my native language, i’m french, so plz forgive mistakes.

i had some drafts lying around my google docs for a year now, mostly about bugging and kissing snas, put them together and thought i’d do an actual Thing with it all. this isn’t good, i know it.

lest to say i have no idea what i’m doing !

and don’t know when this’ll update, it it does. i had the motivation to finish this cuz there was no clients at the restaurant i worked at back in july. blah blah blebs blah. 

[band-blogging]

The Difference Between Being Drunk and Being Angry

Title: The Difference Between Being Drunk and Being Angry

Request: Can u maybe do an imagine where brendon gets really drunk and he just starts being really mean to the reader and they get into a big fight but then soon he apologizes and proposes to the reader? I would appreciate it! 😊

Characters: Brendon Urie x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol

You sit on the couch with your eyes trained on the door, your knee bouncing up and down as you anxiously await your boyfriend’s return. He texted you four hours ago saying he would be home soon, but here you are, sitting on the couch in an empty house. 

You check your phone again, sending Brendon what seems like the hundredth text asking him if he’s okay and where he is. You get the same result you’ve gotten for the past four hours; nothing.

With a sigh, you stand and walk to the kitchen. You figure you can at least get yourself something to eat if you’re going to wait up after midnight for Brendon to get back. 

You debate between an apple and banana, but scratch both when you remember the ice cream Brendon bought for you is still in the freezer. 

You take out the tub and scoop some of it into a bowl, going back to the couch with a spoon and sitting in the same position you were in before. You sigh as you scoop the ice cream into your mouth, checking your phone for anything. 

Before you can let another wave of disappointment wash over you because of the blank notifications screen, you hear a click at the door, the familiar sound of a key turning on the other side of the door making you perk up. 

You stand and wait for Brendon to walk in, but he seems to be having a but of trouble unlocking the door. You wait about twenty seconds for him to walk in, furrowing your eyebrows when the clicking stops and Brendon knocks on the door, giving up on trying to open the door himself. 

With yet another sigh, you open the door and look into your boyfriend’s red, tired eyes. 

“Hey,” he murmurs, about to brush past you when his foot catches on the step leading into the house. 

“Whoa,” you say, holding your arms out as he stumbles into you, grunting as he falls. He wraps an arm around you to steady himself, pushing away lightly when he regains his balance. 

“Are you okay…?” you ask hesitantly, watching him go to the kitchen and open the fridge, standing there for a second, eyes raking over the food. 

“Babe?” 

“What do you want, Y/N?” he mumbles, his words slurred. You sigh and shake your head when you realize he’s drunk. He told you that he was going out with friends but you didn’t expect him to get this drunk. He seems shit-faced.

“Where were you?” 

Brendon just scoffs at you, closing the fridge with a bit more aggression than usual. 

“I was out with my f-friends. I told you where I was going earlier today,” he says, hiccuping a few times as he tries to explain himself to you.

You only shake your head as he mumbles out a few excuses as to why he was out so late, all of them holding no meaning to you.

“We were planning on ending early to get a drink…Dallon said we would go home earlier then we did…I just lost track of time.” 

It doesn’t really matter why, it matters that you got no warning, no notice and it left you worrying that something awful had happened to your boyfriend, who you love dearly. That’s not a good feeling. 

You wait for him to apologize, but he just keeps going through the fridge, pulling things out only to put them back in when he finds something that looks more appealing. 

“Well?” you say eventually, wanting to get this conversation out of the way so you can go to bed, but also wanting to be satisfied with a decent apology. 

“Well what?” Brendon says quietly, sounding annoyed. 

“Are you going to apologize?” 

Brendon shuts the fridge with a grunt and shakes his head, looking you right in the eye.

“Why would I apologize?” 

It takes everything you have not to scream the reason that he needs to apologize, but you keep your mouth closed and take a deep breath.

“Because you got here four hours after you told me you would be home. I was worried something had happened, Brendon! It’s two in the damn morning!” 

“God, don’t be such a bitch, Y/N. I was only having some fun,” Brendon fires back, his voice a bit louder then it was before. 

His words make you stare at him in slight shock, though you try not to let it show on your face. Brendon very rarely insults you, let alone calls you something like that. 

“I’m not being a bitch, I just would’ve appreciated a little notice. Maybe a quick text. ‘Hey, babe, I’ll be home a bit later than I thought, don’t wait up.’ That would’ve been enough!”

“Well, I’m sorry my entire world doesn’t revolve around you, Y/N! It slipped my mind, you can’t blame me for that.” 

“I wouldn’t have blamed you for it, if you hadn’t been this late!”

The two of you stand, both glaring at the other harshly. His words hurt, but at this point, the anger is stronger than the pain. 

“Look, just go to bed, okay? We can talk about this in the morning when you’re sober,” you say. And maybe you shouldn’t have- no, you definitely shouldn’t have- but you mumble, “God knows it’ll be one of the only times you’ are.”

You can hear his heavy footsteps coming towards you and can practically feel the anger radiating off of him because of your words. He takes your arm and stops you, making you turn back towards him with a scowl. 

“At least I’m not sitting around at home unemployed. Might I remind you that I pay for everything around here. I should be able to spend some of the money that I work for at a bar if that’s how I want to spend it!” 

It’s a low blow and if he had been aware of what he was saying, he probably would’ve apologized. But he wasn’t and he didn’t.

It’s not like you could do anything about being unemployed right now. The company you worked at had to lay a lot of people off and you were a part of the group that had to leave. It happened a week ago and you’re already looking for new jobs. No, you’re not sitting around, you’re doing everything you can so that you can help pay the bills and buy groceries and whatever else you may need to be functioning adults. 

“I can’t believe you just went there,” you say with a scoff.

It’s like a pattern. You bring up his drinking habits; a bruise on his arm. He brings up your job; a cut on your leg. Then he brings up things more personal and you do as well, things that have nothing to do with the original argument. He’s tearing you apart with his words and you’re doing the same to him but, at this point, who cares? 

It’s like a game. Whoever can give the other the most metaphorical injuries wins. So far you’re both bruised and bleeding, but you’re still standing and that’s all you need to be doing to continue playing.

“God, just go to bed, Brendon! Sleep this off, come on.” 

You feel the tears in the corners of your eyes, about to flow over the edge, but you won’t let them. You force them back as you spit more words at Brendon, hitting him like knives, the same way his are hitting you. 

“You’re insufferable!” Brendon shouts eventually, his tone and volume enough to silence you. But he’s not finished. “This is why you’re parents kicked you out, isn’t it? Because you made them put up with so much bullshit. I get it now, Y/N.”

You take in a sharp breath and that one tear that had been begging to fall down your cheek finally escapes, leaving a warm feeling on your face that feels like it’s burning because of the words that had left Brendon’s lips. 

“You don’t mean that,” you whisper, not meeting Brendon’s eyes. He knows how sensitive you are about your parents and he must know how much he hurt you- that was the point, wasn’t it? But he’s not paying attention to you anymore.

“You don’t mean that,” you say, louder so that he’ll hear you and maybe apologize. More tears fall down your face as he looks at you.

“I don’t feel good,” he says, covering his mouth with his hand. He walks back to the bathroom and you hear him throw up into the toilet, the effects of the alcohol finally hitting him. You stand in place, thinking over what Brendon said. 

You’re parents kicked you out when you were eighteen, convinced that it would help you grow up faster. Become an adult, do things on your own. You didn’t go to college, it was never really a part of the plan you had for your life. But neither was getting kicked out of your home the moment you could legally be on your own. 

Eventually, you move your feet in the direction of the bathroom, kneeling next to Brendon and hesitantly putting a hand on his back. You’re not really aware of your actions, you’re whole body is numb, not only the words about your parents hitting you, but everything that was said before that. 

Brendon eventually leans back and close his eyes, resting against the wall. 

“C’mon,” you say, not holding your tears back since Brendon is too out of it to notice you’re crying, “you have to go to bed.” 

Brendon nods, not fighting against you as you help him up, supporting him out of the bathroom and to the stairs. 

“Move your damn feet, Brendon,” you say, struggling to hold Brendon up since he’s basically falling asleep on you. 

“’M tired,” he mumbles, the argument all but forgotten now that the first phases of Brendon’s inevitable hangover have started.

“I know you are,” you say, helping him up the stairs, almost falling as he drags his feet up the steps, tripping on almost all of them. 

You eventually get him up to your room, letting him fall onto the bed. You pull back the cover and he crawls under, letting you lift the sheet and blanket back over him. You look down at him, wiping away your tears as you walk back towards the door. 

“You’re leaving?” you hear Brendon ask quietly. You can almost picture him peeking over the blanket, like a child asking his mother to come back and tuck him in one more time. You can almost see his big brown eyes staring at you, the only thing on his mind is having you laying next to him like you always are, no memory of the words that were exchanged no more than five minutes ago. 

“You’ll be fine on your own for one night.” 

You leave without giving him a chance to say anything else, turning the light off and closing the door, letting a few more tears fall as you walk back down the stairs. You lay down on the couch, much too small for your liking and so lonely, wrapping yourself in a blanket and resting your head on a pillow that’s only meant to be there for show. 

It may not be comfortable but, like Brendon, you’ll have to deal with discomfort for one night. 

Brendon wakes up the next morning with a groan, deciding that he has never been in more pain then he is in right now. His head hurts and his eyes hurt and his stomach hurts and he can barely lift himself into a sitting position without wanting to throw up. 

He looks next to him, his eyebrow furrowed when he realizes that you’re not laying next to him. You’re not there and he can’t hug you, telling you that you can’t get up until he gets his morning cuddles. You’re not there and he can’t wake you up with light kisses pressed on every part of your face. 

You’re not there. 

He looks at the clock sitting on the nightstand and is surprised to see that he woke up a lot earlier than he normally does. 

Then he starts remembering things. He remembers Dallon telling him that he needed to stay for a few more minutes, although he tried to explain that he promised you he’d be home. He remembers a few more minutes turning into a few more hours. He remembers drinking a lot, he remembers coming home and he remembers yelling. 

He remembers telling you things that he could never mean and he puts his head in his hands, realizing what an idiot he’s been.

This is why you’re parents kicked you out, isn’t it? Because you made them put up with so much bullshit.

Even though he was drunk, he knew that was too far. He crossed a line, something he has never done before. 

Then he remembers you getting him upstairs and in bed, then leaving.

He prays that you’re still in the couch. He’s suddenly scared that you’re gone. For good. What if you’ve finally had enough and decided that you’d be better off without him?

The thought terrifies him. The things he said last night couldn’t be farther from the truth because, at this point, you’re one of the only things that keeps him from falling apart sometimes. 

He sits on the bed for a couple minutes, the sick feeling in his stomach getting worse as he thinks about some of the things he said to you. Some of the things you said to him. Both of you were out of line, but he was the one to finally push you over the edge. 

He eventually gets up, immediately falling back onto the bed with his head in his hands. Every time he’s hungover, he tells himself he’ll never drink alcohol again, but he knows every time that that’s false. 

He tries getting up again and, with great difficulty, succeeds in walking to the door. 

“Y/N?” he calls down the stairs, furrowing his eyebrows when he gets no response. He walks down the stairs and looks at you with sad eyes, curled up on the couch, facing away from him. 

He walks over to and notices the tear stains on your cheeks, making him wince. 

He takes a blanket from the chair next to the couch and drapes it over you, watching you shift in your sleep, a soft smile on your face. He presses a soft kiss to your temple. 

“Brendon…”

“Hey baby.”

You sniff and sit up, rubbing your eyes to clear them. 

“I didn’t think you’d wake up before me,” you mumble, not making eye contact with the man sitting in front of you, knowing that he’s trying to use his puppy eyes on you.

“I think I’m going to spend the day with my parents. Just…take a day.” 

Brendon freezes, watching guilt slowly creep into your expression. 

“Are you,” he clears his throat, trying not to let it crack, “are you breaking up with me?” 

“No. This is just me needing a day to myself, that’s all. We can talk about everything when I get back, alright?” 

Brendon nods slowly, standing and holding his hand out to you, helping you stand from the couch. He pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you, resting his forehead on your shoulder. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, not pulling away. “I’m really really sorry.” 

“I know,” you say, closing your eyes. “I’m sorry too.” 

You pull away and smile at him, although it doesn’t reach your eyes. 

“I’ll see you tonight.”

After you left, Brendon immediately went back to your room, opening the drawer of the bedside table and pulling out the small black box he had been hiding there for the past few weeks. 

He was planning on proposing today. He was going to take you out and recreate your first date, then propose at the end of it. 

But he doesn’t want your memory of the proposal to be right after one of the biggest fight you’ve had. He figures that he can postpone his plans. Just until you’ve taken the time you need.

He’ll wait for you.

X

[kello-unknown]

NEVER THOUGHT IT’D BE HER

Summary:  Max lives an… entertaining life.  She just got out of a relationship she thought would last forever.  Meeting one person leads to more people in her life, and before she knows it, she’s falling in love with someone she never expected to fall in love with.

Words:  2,174

Warnings:  alcohol consumption, drunkenness, little bit of angst, Max being a cocky ass (so her being her)

Author’s Note:  this is the longest chapter yet.. so i guess i kinda apologize but im really not sorry.  i didnt think there was a good place for me to make it another chapter.  oh well.  

dont forget if u wanna catch up on what happened in the last chapter, you can click down below and re-read and remember what happened lol :D

CHAPTER 1, CHAPTER 2, CHAPTER 3, CHAPTER 4, CHAPTER 5, CHAPTER 6, CHAPTER 7, CHAPTER 8

MASTERLIST

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CHAPTER 9

“CAN I get you ladies anything else?” the waiter asks after bringing over the drinks to Alex and Casey.  The two look at each other, silently agreeing to each other that they were good, at least for now.

              “I think we’re good, thank you,” Casey says.  The waiter nods, then returns to the bar top to attend to the rest of the patrons.  They toast to having a good night, then they each take a sip of their respective drinks, savoring the first taste.  Alex takes a longer sip than her friend does, which allows Casey to start the first conversation of the night.  “So what’s been going on with you, huh?  It’s been like almost two weeks since you last spoke to me.  I need details.  My life has been so dry lately,” she pouts.

              Alex swallows what drink she has left in her mouth, and Casey starts to take a mouthful of hers.  “Well, for starters,” she pauses, taking a deep breath in and out, “I found out Devin cheated on me during his work trip.”  Casey spits out her drink, luckily not onto Alex, after hearing what she said.

              “He what?!  How am I just finding out about this now?!  It’s been literally, what, two weeks since he came home and you’re just now telling me this?” Casey exclaims.  After a moment, she, too, takes a breath after her outburst.  “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t be mad at you for not telling me right away.  But… Alex… are you okay?  What happened?”

              Alex takes a swig of her drink before explaining.  “It was, like, four days after he got home from his trip.  He went into the bathroom without his phone and he got a text from someone that wasn’t me.” She laughs, saying, “He didn’t even try to be subtle about it, he fucking put a heart emoji as her contact name.” At this point in Alex’s story, Casey looked like she could kill a man.  More specifically, Devin.

              “Anyways.  I opened the message and scrolled back a little bit and he had said shit like, ‘Oh I had fun last night,’ with a winky face, ‘My hotel room is pretty empty right now… wanna join?’ with another winky face, and after I read that one I guess I kinda put two and two together.  He came back out and thought something was wrong.  He asked me why I looked all sad.  I told him to open his phone and explain what he had actually done during his ‘trip.’  I didn’t need his explanation at that point since I basically got the gist of what happened.”  She sighed. “I think I just needed to hear it out of his stupid mouth.  I grabbed my bag, phone, keys, and threw on a coat and drove to one of my friends’ house.” Casey wonders who this friend is, but she lets Alex continue.

              “I explained to her what happened and she let me stay the night.  I’m still staying at her place until I figure out what I’m gonna do next.”  A moment of silence ensues.  “But other than that, nothing much has happened.  What about you?  Anything interesting in your life?” she jokes.  They both laugh a bit.  Casey rubs her head, trying to take everything in.

              “That son of a bitch.  What the fuck… I’m sorry Alex.  Really.  I don’t even know what to say,” Casey replies.

              “Well, for one, you could say ‘I was right.’”  Casey, confused, asks what she means.  Alex laughs.  “You always said, in the beginning of my relationship with him, that you didn’t like him.  You never figured out why, but you said your gut didn’t feel right around him.  And your-”

              “-Gut is never wrong,” they say simultaneously.  

              Casey smiles.  “So, I guess I was right then.  That’s a first,” she states.  They both take a long pause, both drinking.  “Have you spoken to him since that night?”

              “No, and honestly I’m not sure I want to.  I know eventually I’ll have to about, like, financial stuff, but even thinking about him makes me angry, Case.  It’s that bad.”

              “It’s not bad.  If anything, being angry thinking about your ex-spouse that cheated on you is probably normal, I would think.  Not that I would know, but you get my point.”  She sighs.  “I’m sorry, babes.  Really. I don’t even know what to say.” Alex smiles at her friends attempt to fix this shitty situation.  

              “How about instead of talking,” Alex says, as she signals for the waiter, “we drink?”  The waiter comes over, and Alex asks for two refills.  He comes back not more than three minutes later with two cold drinks.

              “I like this idea a lot better,” Casey replies, downing almost half of her drink in one go.  “So, and you might’ve said this already so forgive me if you did, but who’s house are you staying at?”

              “Oh, my friend Max.”  She chuckles, saying, “She’s actually Natalie’s ex-girlfriend.  That cute one I was always telling you about?” Casey’s eyes widen.  Max, as in the Max she’s been seeing for a few weeks?

              How did she not put this together?  

              Max dated a girl named Nat.  Nat’s the whole reason they know each other.  Max even showed Casey a picture of her ex in one of her many drunken stupors.  

              Alex, Casey’s best friend, has a sister named Natalie. Alex didn’t need to show Casey any pictures of Natalie since the three of them practically grew up together.

              Casey didn’t realize Max dated Alex’s sister all this time.

              I’m a fucking idiot.  

              Does she tell Alex that she knows her or does she talk to Max about this first?

              “Oh, yeah, I remember you talking about her.”  Maybe telling Alex she’s been fucking her current roommate for the past three and a half months isn’t a conversation Casey wants to have right now.  

              Or ever.  

              “How did that happen?  Are you guys, like, friends or something?”

              “Yeah, actually.  We started talking after I went over to her place a couple weeks ago to move Natalie’s stuff out.  Funny story, she actually had a girl over that morning.”  If possible, Casey’s eyes widen even more.  Does Alex know about the two of them?  

              Did Max tell her already?  

              “I felt so bad.  She said it was fine though.  The two of them were still asleep, I guess.”  Casey breathes a sigh of relief.  “Yeah, ever since that day, we kinda just stayed in touch.  And when everything happened with Devin, she was the first face I thought of that would help me.”

              “Ouch.”  Casey feigns hurt.  “Best friends for how long and you go to your sister’s ex?  Okay.  I see how it is,” she jokes.

              “Oh stop.  Next time I get my heart broke, I’ll make sure I’ll drive to your place instead. Happy?”

              “Very.”

              The two continue bantering back and forth, before getting up to go dance a little.  By the time they’re both tired out, it’s a quarter to one in the morning.  Drunk, Alex whips her phone out to call her personal Uber.

              “Hey, what’s up?”  A tired sounding Max answers the phone.  “Do you need the bedroom ready for use?”

              “Hiiiii.  Can you come pick us up?  We’re at the bar and… and it’s dark out,” Alex slurs out.  She can hear, even while drunk, Max’s distinct chuckle.  It’s slowly becoming one of her most favorite sounds in the world.

              “I’ll be there in, like, five minutes.  Make sure you guys stay near the front of the bar so I can see you.  Got it?” Max hears a soft, “Mhm,” and replies, just as softly, “Okay.  I’ll see you guys soon.”  She hangs up and runs to grab a shirt and her car keys.

              Meanwhile, Alex turns to Casey to tell her that they have a ride now.  Casey, slightly less drunk than her best friend, hums while gathering her stuff to head outside.  The two, hand in hand, walk outside the bar, and by the time they stand against the front wall of the bar, Alex can see Max’s car just a little down the road. Casey stops her from running towards the car, pointing out the fact that she can barely stand up straight as it is. Alex huffs, but stays in her spot, nonetheless.  

              Max pulls up, jumps out of her car, and walks up to the two. As she starts to greet Alex and her friend, Max realizes that its Casey.  Alex walks up to Max to give her a big drunken hug.  Max returns the hug all while staring at Casey with a confused look on her face.  Casey, silently, tells Max to not bring their relationship up.  At least, not yet.

              Alex unsteadily pulls herself off of Max to introduce Casey to her.  “I want you to meet my best f-friend!  Max, this is Casey.. Case, this is Max.”  The two shake hands as if they’ve never met before and smile.  Alex interjects, saying, “You two are so cute.  You look cute t-together,” all while giggling.

              “Is that right?” Max asks.  She throws Casey a wink where Alex can’t see.  Casey rolls her eyes at Max’s antics and smiles.  She walks towards Max’s car to open the door for Alex, who is currently latched onto Max’s arm.  Casey and Max get Alex inside the car, and Casey shuts the door, and opens the – nope, scratch that – Max opens the passenger side door for her, and Casey slips into the car, but not before sending Max a smirk.  Max, still slightly confused with the situation, shuts the door, and walks to her side of the car to hop in herself.  

              The drive back to her place isn’t bad.  If anything, it’s probably one of the more entertaining car rides, what with Alex’s drunken monologue happening in the back of the car. Every so often, Max and Casey will look at each other, laughing at whatever it is Alex is saying.

              Max pulls into her spot in the driveway, shuts the car off, and runs to grab Alex before she winds up falling out of the car.

              As the three walk up to the front of the house, Max passes Alex to Casey so she can unlock the front door.  The three walk in and Casey walks to the couch to put Alex down. Casey turns to Max, who is coming out of the bedroom, presumedly putting Alex’s things away.  Max smiles looking at Alex, who is already half asleep.  

              Casey excuses herself to run to the bathroom, and Max goes to tell her where it is, but she then realizes Casey could probably walk around her house blind folded and know where everything/anything is.  Max grabs a blanket to drape over Alex, then goes to get a glass of water and something for Alex to take to relieve her inevitable headache for when she wakes up.

              When Casey comes back out, Alex is passed out on the couch and Max is sitting on top of the counter.  They smile at each other, almost awkwardly, debating what to do next.

              Silence.

              “You didn’t tell Alex about us, right?  What we’ve done in the past?” Casey asks.  Max shakes her head no, telling her that she had no reason to bring it up in the first place.  She asks the same question to Casey, receiving the same response she gave just moments ago.

              Silence.

              “If you want, I can drive you back to your place,” Max offers, breaking the silence.  Alex stays quiet while walking over to where Max is sitting.  They look at each other.  “Or you can stay here and try and sneak out before she wakes up,” she whispers, suggesting that they do what they haven’t done in a while.  What they’ve done in the past.

              Casey turns her back to Max, and the latter jumps off the counter and walks up behind her.  She wraps her arms around her waist.  She lays her head on Casey’s shoulder, looking at the side of her face. Casey turns around to look at Max. Her hands find Max’s face.  Max leans into her touch and kisses her palm.  They both lean in, but before anything can happen, Casey rests her head onto Max’s chest.  Max, shocked, just lays her head on Casey’s.  

              “I think I’ll just call an actual Uber,” Casey murmurs.

              Silence.

              “Okay.”

              Max watches Casey be pulled off in the Uber from her front door.  Once the car is out of sight, she heads back inside.  She stands against the door after she shuts it with her head hanging in the air.  Her head shoots up when she hears Alex rustling on the couch, groaning softly.  Max smiles.

              She walks over to the chair that lies to the left of the couch and sits down on it.  She turns the tv on, with the volume low, and falls asleep near Alex in case she needs anything.  

              At least, that’s what Max tells herself.

NEXT

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