#lucky boy 2009

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“What?”

“I said, you tore me out of this photo. I was there too,” I unpin it and hold it out to point to the crooked edge next to Jen where my eleven year old self once stood, tanned and grinning in red swimming shorts, “There, I was there.”

She looks at it, then me, but says nothing. 

“You can still see my shoulder.”

“Yeah.”

“You tore me out of it.”

Again, nothing. 

I let my arm drop, limply holding the photo between two fingers, speechless I just stare at her as though she might explain herself, give me some reason that makes sense, but she doesn’t, she just stands there chewing on her lip. 

I tug my shoulders sharply toward my ears, “Why did you do that? That was a nice day. We went swimming in the sea, I rescued you from a jellyfish, remember? I grabbed a piece of driftwood and flung it out of the water for you.”

“Yeah,”

“And later your mam brought us back to my house and we had a water fight on the lawn and made ice cream and coke floats,” I hold the photo out to her in a last ditch appeal, “It was a great day.”

“Yeah it was nice, we had fun.” She won’t meet my eyes and looks everywhere but at me, like acknowledgement is unbearable.

“What, Michelle? I don’t get it. What did I do that was so horrible?”

She scoffs and turns away. 

“C’mon, just tell me. I’ve had enough of all this bullshit between us, I’m serious. What is it?”

“Oh come on.”

“No, what?” I toss the photo onto her desk and approach her, my hand on her arm makes her flinch as I spin her to look at me, eyes livid, as I insist upon her, “What?” 

“My God, you’re awful,” she hisses, “Why do you need to hear me saying it? Is it an ego thing? Is it because you’re all single and sad again?”

“What are you on about?”

“You already know what this is all about, it just gives you a thrill to bring it up.”

“No! I don’t know!”

“Oh cop on,” She slaps my hand off her, “That stuff with Holly, you just don’t remember? That’s convenient.”

“Holly?”

“Oh my God,” she tries to twist away from me but I stop her, “What did Holly say to you?”

Michelle glares right into my face with a fury that would make a lesser man cower, but I don’t budge. “Tell me!” 

“That you don’t fancy me,” she grinds out, “and that I’m not even pretty.”

I hesitate. 

She tosses her hand at me and hacks out a laugh, “See, you don’t even deny it.”

“Yeah, I was thirteen and stupid, she was jealous and I suppose I was just telling her what she wanted to hear. Shell!” she backs off and I follow, trying to insert myself into her eye line, “I didn’t mean it, she just didn’t get it, the way it wasn’t like that between us, but I don’t know why she told you that.”

“It’s because she knew I fancied you, and she thought it was funny how you didn’t fancy me back.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You didn’t, you fancied Holly.” 

I sigh, “Holly was… everyone expected that of me.”

“What does that even mean?” 

“She liked me, and she was the sort of girl that all the other boys talked about all the time, I felt like I should just go out with her because it’d be the most normal thing to do.”

“Oh my God, that’s ridiculous.”

“Yeah, I know, but I was still a kid and, I don’t know, you, Jen and I had a good thing going, I just didn’t want to risk ruining it.”

“Well obviously you did, by saying I was ugly and throwing your birthday gifts back in my face.”

“I never said you were ugly, and the birthday gifts… she told me I couldn’t have them because they were from you, but I still liked them! Those pens were better than her gift, you know, I didn’t even like the movie she took me to see,” my attempt at a laugh sounds very weird and tight, “It was actually so shit.”

Michelle is unmoved, with her arms crossed over her chest she says, “You read what I said in the card and you still threw it away like it was nothing.”

“No, I didn’t- I skimmed- I barely read it.”

She reels back like I’ve spit in her face, “Is that supposed to be better?”

I don’t answer. 

“‘Dear Jude,’” She recites, “‘Happy thirteenth birthday! I hope you have an amazing day! I just want to say that being your friend is the best! You’re so nice and funny and talented, I’m glad all of the time that you started going to our school because you make our friend group so much better. I hope you like the gel pens, I know you hate drawing with yellow colours because they don’t show up on the page, but I couldn’t exactly take it out of the packet or it would look pretty strange! Maybe you can use them to draw more comics. I look at the one you drew for me with the cowboy cats every day and it still makes me laugh. Is that weird? I hope not. Anyway, I hope you have an amazing birthday because you’re an amazing friend! xxx Michelle.’” She glares at me. The way she positively spat that message at me threw me off a bit, but the essence of it still comes across and makes my stomach sink with shame all of the same. It really was a nice card, and I wish for the millionth time in my seventeen-and-a-half years that I wasn’t such a fucking idiot. 

“I remember the cowboy cat comic,” I mutter, “Do you still have it?”

It seems as though my stupidity is confounding her, “No, I fucked it into the bin. Obviously. I was heartbroken.”

“Heartbroken?” A bit dramatic, surely. 

“Yeah. Holly and her friends bullied me for years, and you just went and abandoned me for them.”

“That’s not fair, I didn’t. You pushed me away, remember? You accused me of choosing them, I never chose them. You chose not to be my friend.” 

“Yeah, I wonder why.”

“Why are you being like this?”

“Like what?”

“So stubborn. You can't let this go.”

“Uh! Yeah! Because it’s humiliating.”

“What is? That you fancied me?”

She brings her hands to her cheeks, burning not with rage, but embarrassment. She takes a shaky breath, “did you know?”

“About you-”

“Yes.”

I chew on my lip. Of course I did. It was written all over her, the way she was so eager to sit next to me in class or in the car, squeezing into the middle seat just so that her leg could rest against mine. How she jumped at the chance to help me out with something before anybody else could, her laugh, a little bit harder and longer than everyone else's when I told a joke, but not addressing it was always easier. Maybe I liked the attention a little bit, enjoyed being admired by a cute girl, or maybe it was easier, less disruptive than admitting my own uncomfortable, friendship-group-ruining feelings. 

“No, I had no idea,” I say. 

Her eyes are fixed upon the carpet between our feet as though by looking so intently at the looped fibres she can transport herself anywhere other than here with me and my interrogations. 

“Hey, look at me.”

“No.”

I sigh, “Look, Michelle, I did think you were pretty. That’s why Holly was so jealous. Our friendship made her insecure, and she hated how much I liked hanging out with you. She could sense that I liked you.”

“Oh, come on, that’s the kind of thing you say to those stupid girls at school so that they’ll let you borrow their homework or something.”

“I really did!”

“You used to throw potato wedges at me outside the deli!”

“Yeah! That’s how you show a girl you fancy her when you’re twelve!”

Her laugh is humourless, “Please.”

“I’m telling you I did,” I take her wrist, with her pulse jumping under my fingers and hold her like that, for reasons I’m not sure of, perhaps just for connection. Close like this I can feel the heat of her body. I am desperate to show her how serious I am. “And if I wasn’t so stupid I might have done something about it.”

“Too late.”

“It’s not.”

I bend and kiss her before she can argue any more. Once, just once, but insistently, and I pull back hard with a smack expecting outrage on her face but I find only surprise, desire, and eyes that flick from my eyes to my mouth and back. I kiss her again, slow this time, deep, sure, as my hands hold her hips close to mine, willing for this kiss to wipe it all away, all of the years of hurt and anguish between us, and she lets me kiss her, and she kisses me back with hands that thread through my hair and lips that part so I can slide my tongue inside her mouth.

My knees knock against hers in our clumsy waltz towards her bed and we come down on it together, my body pressing against hers and my fingers finding the warm skin beneath her t-shirt. I draw back to look at her again, dark eyes and full lips and skin, as is mine, blushed amber with the first rays of dawn that stream through the window. 

“Do you want to stop?” I say, and she shakes her head. 

“No.”

And outside, as the sun creeps up over Clontarf, the branches of the cherry blossom trees hold their leafy arms up in surrender. 

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let you break my heart again— 1

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yn yln, a middle class american girl who moved to monaco, has done nothing but love charles leclerc, her next door neighbor. yn being practically family to the leclerc’s.

since the moment she was old enough to acknowledge those butterflies in her stomach, it was all coming together in her innocent mind that she was in love.

going together to school every morning with the other 2 leclercs and yn’s older sister, kylie, it was always the giggles of charles and yn that made the 2 older siblings look knowingly at each other. with arthur too young to understand the chemistry between the two.

it was a thursday school night in 2008 when charles kissed yn on the cheek quickly with a rushed “ciao!” before he going to his house to make it to dinner after their hangout.

yn stood still at the front door, her cheek in her hand.

charles always did a kiss on the cheek but it had never felt so… different to yn.

she rushed up the stairs to do her special knock on her older sister’s room. “come in, yn” her sister muttered, buried under the blankets as her 11 year old sister stood in the hallway with tears.

kylie sat up her bed as soon as she saw the bloodshot eyes of her little sister. “what happened? who am i punching?” her sister sobbed into her chest. “i- i don’t know” she hiccuped. “it feels ouchy” she added “what does?” her sister pulled away and examined her

“charles” she whispered her best friend’s name. “did he hurt you? what did he-“ “no! i- he kissed me on the cheek. that’s normal, i know, but i— i don’t know” yn mumbled, embarrassed at her lack of understanding her feelings.

“oh” her sister sighed, combing through her hair. “is it possible… you may have a tiny crush on charles?” her sister asked and everything went silent.

her friends all had a crush on him. she didn’t understand it at the time. but, hello! he is her best friend, she didn’t think she could like charles that way.

In a way, it made sense. though she always shrugged it off when it was brought up. charles had been karting for 3 years already, making him one of the guys all the girls in your year crushed on.

“yn, you’re sooo lucky you’re close to charles!”

“if i was his best friend i’d hang out with him all the time”

“yn, isn’t charles cute?”

it seemed appalling to her that she was feeling this way. “no way.” she whispered. of course her sister wasn’t buying it, but she decided to nod along. “wanna just watch that harry potter movie you love? and talk about it some other time?” her sister reached over to the remote, turning the tv on but all yn could think about was how charles loved harry potter.

the next day in school, charles smiled and waved at yn, like the usual. but this time, yn’s heart was pulling little strings, making it 16 times heavier with love.

she didn’t know it yet, but she was in love.

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charles_leclerc Cute, cherie!

july 3, 2010

YN • 2012 • 14:03

another friday afternoon you once again headed straight to your sister’s room.

since that night when you were 11, there were many many nights behind closed doors where you would cry to you sister who didn’t need to ask why.

but recently, you haven’t bothered to cry. with no idea didn’t know how to cope with it. ”he’s dating lacy” the name of your best friend ex- best friend rolled off your tongue bitterly.

now at 15, your crush for charles has you bursting with pain the more. more girls fawning over him and he loved the attention.

lacy was everything you wish you could be. but most of all, you wished you were her because charles liked her.

you swallowed the lump in your throat as you saw them giggling down the hall, fingers interlaced. you rushed the the bathroom, quietly banging your head against the stall to suck it up.

you never did have the courage to confess to charles. it was your fault.

“it’s okay, i’ll always be here” your sister hushed you to sleep. even if she had been building her own business, she always had time for you.

“can you wake me up before 8? he’s coming over” you mumbled “i know, it’s friday”

every other friday at 8pm you and charles always binge watched some random movies, occasionally doing homework while watching.

he’s been racing more and that means you see less of him. these friday's were the most you both got to each other. you had bought some snacks 2 days ago with his mom’s weekly grocery run, picking precisely all his favorite snacks.

20:03

you bounced your leg up and down while a pillow was resting on it, dialing charles.

voicemail.

“hey charlie! i just heated the popcorn, where are you? it’s going to get cold… love you”

20:11

voicemail.

“Hey, charlie! I know I just called but are you still coming over? Love you!”

20:23

“hey charles. Are we still on for harry potter night?” you rang him for the 3rd time this hour, receiving yet another voice mail.

21:01

“y/n/n, where’s charles?” your sister was tiptoeing to the kitchen but realized you had no one beside you.

you shrugged with a frown. “did he say where he was?” she sat down beside you as you shook your head. “i’ve been waiting for an hour. left 5 voice mails” you mumbled, clutching the pillow closer to you.

silence filled the room

“yn, stop waiting for him.” your sister whispered. you inhaled as you could tell it was a two pointed comment.

only a handful of times your sister brought this up, you to move on. you would always argue it was too hard and you couldn’t do it. but you just didn’t allow yourself to.

you cared a little too much for charles and it made your stomach turn at the thought.

you let yourself believe all the friendly things he did meant more to him, as much as they did to you. the tucking your hair behind your ear, the little nicknames, the cuddling on movie nights, and much more.

you also let yourself forget he always refers to you as his ‘best friend’.

“i’ve held been there for you for the last 4 years but you are hurting yourself by waiting for him when there are so many boys who would kill to have even one drop of love you give to charles” you bit your lip, looking away to stop the tears, that were pooling in your eyes, from falling.

“i love him so much” you whispered, glossy eyes. “i know…” she embraces you “we all do”

with a heavy heart, you packed up all the stupid snacks you had gotten, switched the tv off, and locked the door.

00:21

Charlie ❤️

Y/n/n I am so sorry. I was out with Lacy and the others and I lost track of time. Can we reschedule? :)

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Pascale knew from the start regarding your feelings for her middle child. as soon as you fumbled your words, turned tomato red at charles, and kept fixing your hair when he left the room, she knew.

that’s why she found it most interesting when charles came to her for help while she was trimming his hair. “Maman, s’il te plaît please! She is ignoring me and I do not know what to do” Charles groans in frustration. He hasn’t heard from you in 4 days and even in school.

“My Charles, je ne comprends pas i don’t understand. Why did you stand her up in the first place? That girl has been running around the grocery all week for your favorite foods” His maman shook her head in disapproval while trimming his hair.

“It is not like I meant to do it! I do not know how to say sorry in more than 4 languages, Maman!”

“Sometimes actions are more than words, Charles”

you sighed getting to school, another day to ignore charles and your feelings for him. you opened your locker to find a bouquet of flowers sitting on top of your books.

instinctively, you looked around the hall to who could have put it, but you already had an idea of who. only one person knew your lock combination.

you read the note attached.

Dearest y/n/n,

I know what I did was wrong and I can not tell you how sorry I am so these are flowers for you.

You are my best friend and I am mad at myself for putting other people before us. I promise to always be there for you more.

If you will forgive me, which I hope you do, come to my house at 8 ! :)

I know this letter is not enough but we can talk about it if you come.

Yours, Charlie

before your overthinking started, you were already planning which pajamas to wear. but the thought did start to sink in once the bell rang.

did you really forgive him? were you ready to go back to plastering on a fake smile instead of ignoring him?

though charles was your best friend and you truly don’t want to lose him at all, the short period of time you spent without him pestering your emotions, was the most calm in the last few years.

you took a deep breath before knocking on the door. “hi”

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#SOF : decided to make it a series 🫠 hope you enjoy and let me know your thoughts or if you want more parts haha

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HD fic recs : Career - Aurors (part 1)

Here are a few recs where both Harry and Draco are Aurors. This is part one of three and focuses on shorter fics (up to 20k). Listed in alphabetical order, as always.

but first, we fight by @nv-md [8k]

Fighting with Draco Malfoy has never been quite this  thrilling…or this frustrating. Harry’s always horny, Draco’s in  denial, and there simply isn’t enough time in the day to fight crime and  watch your ex-archnemesis wash his arse. Or what it’s like to be in love with Draco Malfoy and have to see him naked in the goddamn shower.

Christmas With Draco by @dracogotgame [9k]

Harry tries to give a two year old Draco the best Christmas ever.

Dark Places by @bixgirl1 [8k]

Harry and Draco have been Auror partners and even friends for the last few years–damn good ones, at that–which is why Harry’s never tried to change their relationship despite his feelings.   Until, of course, they’re on assignment and get locked in a wardrobe together. Remix of Leontina’s “Pure Imagination”

Draco L Malfoy (the L stands for legs) by @starquestingfordrarry [1k]

Harry could spend the rest of his life in the embrace of Draco Malfoy’s legs. If he was lucky, he would.

Fall on the Earth by @dodgerkedavra [15k]

Harry Potter hates being separated from Draco Malfoy. Not because he’s in love with him, for Merlin’s sake! Because they’re Auror Partners. One time is all it takes for Draco to be attacked with an illicit potion. Until it wears off, Harry’s job is taking care of his partner. Harry thinks the effects of the potion can’t possibly be as serious as Robards says. He thinks wrong.

Feeling Everything (from lust to truth) by badjujuboo [7k]

The one thing Draco wanted from Harry was the one thing Harry wouldn’t give. But the sex was great

Fool rushes in by oldenuf2nb / @dianacopland [15k]

In a burst of unexplained magic, Harry Potter’s Auror partner Draco Malfoy has simply disappeared. Frantic with worry, terrified that something really terrible has happened to the other man, Harry realizes that what he feels for him just might be more than friendship.

The Great Magic Sex Mushroom Fiasco by @magnolia822  [6k]

Lost in the Siberian wilderness without food, Aurors Potter and Malfoy are forced to improvise, with unexpected consequences …

A House on Fire by @p1013 [5k]

For the last five years, Auror Draco Malfoy has walked into his office with hardly a glance at the illusioned window taking up the back wall. It looks out over an imagined London, a perfectly bright and brilliant view of the city that hides the smog and rain and dirt that clings to the city like a patina of time that can never be worn away. It's always a perfect summer's day with soft, white clouds that float through the painfully bright blue sky like a dream. He likes to imagine the gentle breeze that ripples the surface of the Thames brushing across his skin, since he'll never be able to actually feel it. After all, his office is located on the second floor and is, therefore, underground. Or at least that's what he did before the seventh of October, 2009.

if i could never give you peace by @poisonivy206 [17k]

There are all these bruises on Harry’s memory. A blond boy with a hand outstretched. On a broom. Walking the halls of Hogwarts like a ghost. Climbing up to the Astronomy Tower. On and on, the moments in which Draco Malfoy has cut into him, buried himself in him, until what held Harry together were all the ways in which he wanted to take Draco apart. And now his skin is so close, burning hot, his grip like a vice on Harry’s bicep, on the back of his neck. He smells like the forest, like ashes, like sweat and memories. Eleven years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Aurors Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are forcibly brought together by a new case that’s bound to reopen old wounds. Enter a Firewhisky problem, prejudices that never really go away, and an obsession as old as time.

Is This Love? by @phd-mama [3k]

Draco wouldn’t call himself a tender man. He fights the forces of evil for a living, trying his best to pay penance for the evil he’s done. He’s fought and killed in the name of duty, and when he’s not on duty, he tends either to play hard or retreat alone. He doesn’t lean on anyone, and he knows he’s not the first person anyone goes to when they need care. Comfort. That all changes tonight.

It Came Without A Warning by @p1013 [5k]

The locker room door had opened, not surprising considering how many other Aurors were involved in the sting, and there was a set of footsteps, ones Harry had learned to recognise over the last three months. “Malfoy?” he yelled. “Is that you?” “Piss off, Potter,” was the exhausted response, and though Harry knew his recalcitrant partner wouldn’t be able to see it, he smiled.

Little Talks by @femmequixotic and @noeeon [11k]

Draco’s been shagging the Head Auror for months now, and he’s sure it’s just a fling. Until Harry asks him to a Quidditch match, that is, and things go horribly wrong.

Observations by penguin474 [17k]

When his new Auror partner turns out to be Draco Malfoy, Harry isn’t pleased, but there are surprises waiting.

Pinky Promises Are Powerful Magic by megyal [12k]

Ickle Harry wants to stay with his newest hero.

The Safe House by @emmagrant01 [10k]

Aurors Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are forced to spend Christmas together in a safe house. Bet you can guess what happens. ;-)

Special Magic by lauren3210 [7k]

Harry was seriously considering the fact that his partner might be completely insane.

Summer Place by @wolfpants [14k]

Draco has the perfect life: a perfect house on a perfect street with his perfect husband. It’s all he’s ever wanted. So why does something still feel wrong? 

That which hurts (and is desired) by @shealwaysreads ( onereader ) [19k]

Draco was lying still, and pale, on a bed in a private room in St Mungo’s. The sheets were white, clean, enchanted against stains, vanishing the blood that kept spilling out of him. He hadn’t moved in two days. Not a twitch of his elegant fingers. Not a blink of his fierce eyes. Harry couldn’t even see the faint flutter of his pulse in his throat from where he stood at the foot of the bed, helpless, impotent, furious. There is nothing Harry wouldn’t do for the people he cares about. As it turns out, that might bring him everything he’s ever wanted.

Title of Their Sex Tape by @cibeewastaken [12k]

What are the Wizarding world’s most elite law enforcers doing when they aren’t catching criminals? It seems Auror Malfoy is often caught throwing food into Auror Potter’s mouth when he’s mid-yawn. This story isn’t about Draco throwing food at Harry. What it does have is: Undercover! Heists! Draco pining for Harry! Harry being oblivious, but also can’t help noticing how good Draco smells! Banters and jokes! That’s about it. 

To Be Out of Your Own (and consumed by another) by @cassiaratheslytherpuff [18k]

By now even Harry recognises the pattern; he’d be an idiot not to. He’ll have sex, and in the moment it’ll be amazing. In the moment he simply is, he feels without thinking. Good, bad, pleasure and pain, he can just let go and feel he isn’t the one in charge. Then he wakes up the next morning feeling disgusting and worthless and swears to never do it again. Still, it helps him forget about his stress, his anxiety and his hopeless crush on his Auror partner so he keeps going back.

What Real Thing? by @l0vegl0wsinthedark [12k]

They don’t cuddle, they don’t talk about their relationship (or lack thereof) and they certainly never fall asleep in each other’s arms.

The Way You Say My Name by InnerLilith [5k]

In which Malfoy calls Harry pet names to get him flustered and riled up, and Harry gets flustered and riled up because he secretly likes it. The problem is that Malfoy is only teasing…or is he?

When the Fallout Comes by @maesterchill [7k]

Draco Malfoy, hard-as-nails Hit Wizard, has a secret obsession. Well two of them. Or ten, depending how far that metaphor can stretch. It’s hard to put a finger on exactly when it tipped from the occasional off-hand observation into something more gripping, but suffice to say it’s now getting a touch out-of-hand. Hands. It’s Potter’s hands. He’s obsessed with Potter’s hands.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

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#you gotta know how dire the gay tv landscape was in 2005 to understand why this show hit livejournal like an a-bomb#even if you were lucky enough not to get hit directly you were still living in the fallout zone of whatever the fuck this is

PLEASE elaborate 💖 i am sitting and taking notes

i mean, pretty much what it says on the tin - this was before even Glee, it was a fuckin' wasteland out there, especially for major/recurring characters in genre TV. Xena was over; Willow/Tara had long since gone down in flames; Doctor Who had just been revived by a gay showrunner who was being absolutely pilloried in the press for "pushing a gay agenda" over the mere existence of Jack Harkness. hell, even as late as 2009, when Torchwood had been a thing for several years and Russell T Davies was getting fan backlash for killing off one half of the juggernaut m/m pairing, know what the, again, then-current Doctor Who & Torchwood showrunner's advice was for shippers threatening to ragequit?

"I thank them for watching the show and I recommend they go watch Supernatural, because those boys are beautiful. And don’t tell me they’re brothers. [Laughs] Not in my mind."

over on livejournal, fic communities had been trending more and more open to weird shit for a while, but SPN was basically every possible kind of catnip for slash and iddy kink fic rolled into one and the only price of admission was getting over the incest thing. it... pretty much opened the floodgates on taboo fic. (not that there was any shortage of weird shit in, say, harry potter fandom, but there was still a mainstream vs. weird shit distinction, y'know?) the SPN and J2 kinkmemes were like. the twin black holes of weird gay porn at the galactic center of LJ fandom. the shit SPN generated/popularized spread so fast and so widely that it was Basically Impossible to exist on that corner of LJ without constantly hearing echoes of the latest bizarro J2 drama or encountering tropes that had crawled out of the seedy underbelly of SPN fic. we're talking "documented Patient Zero origin of the omegaverse" here.

basically, up until 2 months ago i had only ever seen one episode of this damn show in my life, but i feel like i've been unwilling neighbors with it for 17 fucking years, lol. because ever since the show first aired, it's been impossible to be in slash fandom and NOT be at least adjacent to it.

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You DTF? | pjm | (m)

☾ Pairing:  Jimin x female reader 

☾ Summary: You’ve never had a one night stand. Jimin has had countless. You’re trying to experience new things. Jimin loves doing the same old shit. So when you meet the man going around the club inviting people to touch his ripped abs, you think perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to try new things. It’s Labor Day weekend at the shore - what can go wrong? 

☾ Word Count:  10,233

☾ Genre: Smut, pwp, strangers to one-night stand

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: Recreational drinking, Jimin being a total tool, cringe-worthy dialogue, explicit language, fuck boy Jimin is it’s own warning, 2009 slang should be a warning because it is literally so cringey, Jimin is quite literally doing the jerk and reader is totally buying it, literally these two are so cringe, sexually explicit content including oral (f. and m. receiving), some nipple play, a lot of spit description idk, big dig Jimin, throat fucking, unprotected vagina sex, Jimin bein an idiot and combing reader not to use a condom, reader is equally stupid cause she wants to get fucked, Jimin accidentally cumming inside, hittin' it from the back, cringe dirty talk, finger blasting (lmfao), Jimin occasionally hitting reader's cervix, they're like a little toxic idk, this is like the most hilarious thing I've ever written, Jimin does coke right on reader's counter cause he has to keep his stmania okay, Jimin is insensitive a lot

☾ Published: September 4, 2022

☾ A/N: This is both the best and the worst thing I have ever written. There are some light-toxic themes and some ignorant dialogue and behavior between the two of them because they're both bimbos drunk in 2009. The writing is supposed to be a little cringe but I may have gone overboard. Also I wrote this in two days idk what kind drugs I was on (amoxicillin and mucinex) but here is the wildly ridiculous and hilarious fic for a collab that no one asked for but we did anyways. Very very happy to share this trash idea with Jai and M 🥺

Special thanks to @here2bbtstrash for helping me edit because I was in a rush and at one point wrote that reader's head opened in the middle of sex. We don't know what I was talking about but happy halloween, reader's head was about to be posted splitting open in bed adkjadjdkja

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“So are you actually going to try and get fucked in that outfit or is it going to go to waste?” Tiffany asks as she sprays several pumps of Bath and Body Works Japanese Blossom all over herself. You cough as the sweet-smelling mist chokes you. She already has the lotion on. “You look hot, capital h-a-w-t.” 

The mirror of the hotel room is a little dirty - there is backsplash from the faucet staining the glass and some tiny dots of toothpaste. And you can definitely see Nicole’s fake tan staining the bottom corner after spraying her St. Tropez all over. 

You see Tiffany’s point about the outfit being wasted on you in a way. Low-rise, light-wash Lucky Brand jeans sans button, with the zipper pulled down just the slightest at Nicole’s behest. A shirt that was harder to get on than you think it will be to get off, made out of skin-tight pink fabric that only reaches your midsection, and even then, has a massive cutout over your abs. 

“Not this again,” you sigh, nervously playing with the belly button ring you had pierced the year before. A cute little Playboy bunny swings back and forth, hot pink rhinestones matching your shirt. 

“Yes, this again. You look so fucking hot tonight. A one-night stand will not kill you. It’s Labor Day. Please live a little.” Tiffany decides she has contributed to pollution enough, snapping the cap on her perfume bottle to turn around and face you. “You’re not in a relationship anymore. It’s time to be a slut.” 

“Yeeeeaaah be a slut!” Nicole yells, running into the room and grabbing you by the hips, slamming your ass into her crotch several times to crudely depict being fucked from behind. Her jean shorts are impossibly tight, red thong peeking out the sides. “It’s so much funner.”

“Funner isn’t a word.”

“God shut the fuck up for two seconds and be a hot idiot like Paris Hilton.”

Pushing your friend away, you nod. You love them and you know they’re right. You’re single and hot, and there are countless clubs all over with hot, single guys. You’ve never had a one-night stand, having been in a long-term relationship all throughout college until recently, and now you’re where single people come to get laid and you… have a night left to do it.

Tiffany’s iPod blasts in the living room of the hotel room. There are empty cups all over the counter, sticky and sweet smelling from the liquor and mixers spelled on most surfaces. You go to the fridge, pulling out a can of pineapple juice. 

Nicole gasps when she sees you reach for the bottle of Malibu on the counter. “WAIT! We need the song!” 

She rushes to the iHome, bending over the counter. She flips the song to Caribou Lou, wiggling her ass back and forth before she stands straight and points at you and the bottle of Malibu in your hands.

“151 rum, pineapple juice and malibu caribou get them all numb!” she screams, making you smile. 

Despite their earlier jesting, you relax as you mix drinks, singing along to the throwback while shaking your ass. The zipper on your jeans moves a few times, but you’re careful not to let your vagina make a surprise appearance. With how low-cut the jeans are, Tiffany had convinced you not to wear underwear.

Which was more of a reason to get laid. 

The drink is sweet and easy to drink. You scroll through your messages on BBM but otherwise give your attention to playing flip cup with your two best friends, determined to get just a little bit tipsy before you head out to the bars. 

The hotel isn’t very far away from all of the live entertainment. It’s within walking distance which saves a ton of money on cabs, but it is a nightmare for your feet the last three nights you’ve stumbled home in wedges. Nicole even broke one of her heels, walking home on uneven feet like a seesaw. 

When you’ve decided that you’ve pregamed enough, you and your friends teeter to the elevator and down through the lobby. Outside, the balmy air kisses your skin. A creamsicle sky has faded to black and you can see the lights of the entertainment district and hear the faint thunder of music from clubs with open doors and windows. 

You scrunch your nose when Nicole lights a cigarette on your walk. You smell the crackling menthol of her Newport as she takes a drag, hoarsely laughing at a group of men who catcall you from a sports bar as you walk by. You flick your hair over your shoulder, rolling your eyes. 

As if it were that easy.

Labor Day is in full swing around you. The street has barricades to open up to foot traffic only, and they’ve relaxed open container laws. There are a few food vendors on the road, people lined up to grab a quick slice of pizza or hot dogs to settle their tequila-churned stomachs.

A breeze makes your hair dance. It smells like fried food and a hint of salt from the ocean. It carries something else on it - a taste of something wild. You’re here with your friends on a vacation that you had originally planned to take with your boyfriend.

You can recognize now that it would have been a disaster. The two of you in a partying scene meant for singles would have signed your doom. But the end had come sooner than that when you found him with his dick down some girl's throat when you came home early from work. 

In hindsight, you always knew he wasn’t ready for a relationship. But you liked the way he called you baby, the way he peppered you with kisses to make you a little less angry at him, and the way that he made you feel when you weren’t fighting.

And you definitely like the way he drove his Escalade, and the fact that he could afford to take you places like the restaurant in the St. Regis and you stayed in lofty rooms at the Ritz Carlton while vacationing. 

Still. There had been a lot missing, namely in the bedroom, which is exactly why Tiffany and Nicole have been on your ass about at least trying to experience a one-night stand. They wanted you to expand your horizons, to learn what you do and don’t like, and to maybe stumble on someone who could actually make you cum more than two times out of ten. 

The first bar makes you lose a little hope. House music thumps loudly over the speakers. Jean-clad partygoers surround you, some on the dance floor shuffling their feet while maintaining a grip on sweating glasses and nodding their heads as the DJ thrusts a fist in the air. It’s not your type of club, but Nicole hits it off with someone in a larger group of people.

You exist on the edge of the conversation, picking at the slice of wilted pineapple in your drink as you watch the way Nicole plays her game. She’s excellent at flirting - a coy smile as she leans in to say something over the pumping music, balancing herself with a hand on his arm, swagging at his chest when he makes a funny joke.

It would be easy for you too if you thought any of the men were worth your time. They all look the same: bright polo, khaki shorts, hair gelled up. You want to tell them that Connecticut casual isn’t an outfit to the bar, but you say nothing, examining your nails for a while instead. 

One of the guys starts talking to you - Ben, you think his name might be. You bob your head to the music, listening as he explains what he does as a private financial advisor. Your eyes slip over every detail of his outfit: fitted Abercombie polo with the collar popped, khaki pants paired with brown sandals, a white shell necklace wrapped around a sunburned throat, and a tattoo of his former fraternity peeking from his sleeve on his bicep.

Whatever Ben is saying, you’re not listening. You’re almost positive that Ben fucks the way he dresses: generically. 

If you’re looking to experience something different, Ben - maybe Brian - isn’t it. You fucked Ben-Brians in college and they were as boring at sex as your ex-boyfriend was, except they couldn’t afford stone crab claws.

Everyone shifts to a new bar. You’ve molded your groups together, Ben or Brian - you’re starting to think maybe it’s Brad - is still by your elbow. You can sense he’s having a good time and you wish you were too. So you down a few shots at the next bar, loosening your limbs a little and making you a little less judgmental. 

Brad is okay. Not your type and he smells like Crest Whitestrips, but he’s more bearable now that you’ve switched from Pina Coladas to Tequila Sunsets. You nibble the stem of a cherry, enjoying this club much better than the last. The music is more hip hop and pop, familiar songs making you bob your head and sway your hips a little more.

Sweat makes your skin sticky. You shift to stand underneath the air vent by the bar a little more, but you misplace your wedge, knocking yourself off balance. Ben-Brian-Brad catches your arm and steadies you. Slides in closer. His mint breath fans your face and you blink up at him. For a split second, you consider if you were too harsh on his judgment earlier. Maybe he could surprise you. He seems easy enough to please and like it wouldn’t be hard work, and he’s already trying to win you over…

Your eyes slide past him for a second and your gaze stays fixed on the man you see coming down the stairs into the club. 

It’s nearly impossible to tear your gaze away once you see him. He runs a hand through his dark hair, laughing at something the man next to him says. He’s in dark jeans with bleached patches highlighting the material, a fitted Love Kills Slowly shirt by Ed Hardy, and even from a distance, you can see the glittering earrings in his ears.

He’s beautiful. Full lips pulling into a smirk as he winks at people he walks past. Brad rights you, asking you something but you don’t hear him, staring at the man across the bar who leans on the counter. He’s helped immediately, two bartenders drifting to a siren as they stare at him. 

As though he senses your gaze, the man looks at you and your face goes red. His eyes are seductive, narrowed a bit as he checks you out shamelessly. Dark hair gelled back perfectly. A jaw that is both elegant and dangerous. He stands out among the rest of the partiers, his features an exquisite blend of feminine and masculine. 

Your line of sight is cut off when Brad leans forward on the sticky countertop to order more drinks. You take a deep breath, trying to collect yourself. Your hands are a little shaky. Whoever that man is looks more your type, but the Ben-Brian-Brads of the world are much easier.

So you accept the new drink, sipping it and turning your back to the bar. And when you’re coaxed onto the dance floor, all disjointed limbs and sweating bodies, you forget about the Love Kills Slowly man and focus on the way you feel - dreamy and soft with the buzz of tequila in your veins. 

A song you vaguely recognize plays in the background. You sway your hips, ass pressed against Ben’s crotch with his hands gripped tightly on your sides. He sways you back and forth, less like a dance and more like an erratic pendulum that can’t find its rhythm. Ben’s dancing is less than impressive, and you start to think that your earlier thoughts about his skill in bed might be right. 

Tiffany laces your fingers with hers as she dances in front of you, pulling you away from Brian’s greedy hands to press your front against hers, letting you grind against her. You tilt your head back. Fog fills the air, lights dancing across the ceiling. It smells like the sticky-sweet of the machines used to make the fog, a tinge of sweat. 

Nicole interrupts your dancing. Your legs ache a little, pieces of hair stuck to the nape of your neck as she bounces up and down yelling, “You have got to see this guy.”

You and Tiffany laugh as Nicole pulls you, the press of bodies jostling you back and forth as you try to catch a rhythm to move through the crowd. When you break the barrier and come out on the other side, your brows shoot up at the scene in front of you. 

The Love Kills Slowly guy is posing next to a girl who points at his exposed six-pack and holy shit his body is insane. Perfectly cut abs, a solid v-line dipping into pants that fit his narrow waist. He holds the shirt up with a thumb, sticking out his tongue as the flash on the camera goes off. You can’t help but think his tongue is devilishly long. 

Up close, he’s even hotter than you thought. You stare at him as the girl who took the picture flirts with them. There is a gaggle of men and women surrounding him, a flock of geese looking upon the swan longingly.

“He is the hottest fucking person I’ve ever seen,” Tiffany giggles. “We should totes get a picture with this dude.”

“Why, is he famous?” You ask, watching as he nods and lets the girl touch his abs. God. What a tool. “He loves being the center of attention, it looks like.”

“So? He’s probably a model. I mean look at that. Come on.”

Tiffany yanks you and Nicole. You resist, stumbling over as she inserts herself into the conversation. He smiles at her, dazzling as he raises a brow at whatever she says. You pull your hand away from her and take a step back. You will not throw yourself at the Adonis in front of you. 

You pivot away from them, staring out over the open crowd. You don’t enjoy the way Tiffany and Nicole giggle, sweet as the simple syrup on the bar over this new stranger. They make it too easy, and you don’t enjoy the idea of melting for someone just because they’re hot. Even if they’re model hot.

And what kind of model wears Ed Hardy?

At first, Tiffany and Love Kills Slowly chat animatedly. That makes sense - she has a way with people and she’s an excellent flirt. When your name is called the first time, you think you imagine it so you stay bobbing your head to the Ke$ha song, minding your business. When it’s said a second time, you glance at them from the corner of your eye.

“You’re being rude,” Tiffany asserts, glaring at you. You feel your eye twitch as she touches an open nerve. You’re not rude - you’re bored and your drunk friend cannot tell the difference. “This is Jimin. I was right, he is a model.”

“That’s nice.”

Jimin’s eyes are on you and your stomach flips. You pick at the french manicure on your freshly done acrylics, thinking that the attention will pass you any moment now. But you feel Jimin’s eyes on you and you sense when he leans forward past Tiffany, ducking his head to level the most intense pair of brown eyes you’ve ever seen at you. 

“What?” He asked. “Don’t like models?”

“Not one that wears Ed Hardy,” you answer honestly. Your words come out a little stiff. You feel your arm tighten, squeezing your clutch that’s wedged in your armpit. “Shouldn’t you be in like… Armani or something?”

“You’re uptight.”

“Thanks.”

He frowns. “Loosen up.” He looks at your empty hands. “Come on, let’s get you a drink.”

“Why?” Jimin moves past Tiffany entirely, offering a hand and a smirk that almost makes your mouth pop open. Your heart does a tiny flip - you can’t help it. He is stupid beautiful. “I am drinking.”

“Your hands look a little empty to me.” He grabs one of your hands, linking your fingers and tugging. “Okay, one hand full. Let’s put some goose to make you loose in the other.” 

You’re speechless as he tugs you along. Tiffany squeals a little, she and Nicole both on your heels. 

People make room for Jimin at the bar. You watch the way people look at him. He drops your hand to dig a hand into the pocket of his skin-tight jeans for a credit card. His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he looks at you.

“What’s your drink, baby?” 

“I’m not your baby.”

The quip comes out before you can stop it. Tiffany smacks your arm and makes a noise behind you. You ignore her, staring at him pointedly. 

“Mmm she’s a brat. I like that. Your drink?” Jimin prompts again with a smile, undeterred. 

“Um. Anything with Tequila.”

“A girl after my own heart. You wanna do shots?”

“Yes!” Nicole and Tiffany both squeal. He smiles at them briefly, but his eyes drag back to you.

You stare. Jimin has a dark lash line, making his eyes more enchanting. He bites his bottom lip, letting his eyes drop down to your exposed midriff before dragging his eyes back up again, raising a brow in a question. 

He’s only buying shots if you want one. 

You shrug a shoulder, nonchalant. He grins and asks the bartender for chilled Patron shots with training wheels. With his back turned, you smirk, feeling a sliver of satisfaction as you look away from Jimin and spot the group of men you were with earlier looking in your direction, murmuring amongst themselves. 

Turning quickly before you can make eye contact with Ben-Brian-Brad, you find yourself face to face with Jimin once again. He leans on the bar with one elbow, head tilted as he studies you. His attention makes you feel warm and drunker than you already are. 

“You didn’t tell me your name,” he points out as the bartender sets four glasses of blanco tequila in front of you, rimmed with salt and garnished with a lime wedge. He picks up two glasses and hands them to Nicole and Tiffany’s hands as you give him your name. “Cute. You’re cute.”

“Thank you.” 

Jimin lifts his glass in your direction. “Salude.” 

You watch, mouth parted slightly as Jimin’s tongue curls out of his mouth, licking the rim of the shot glass slowly. His eyes don’t leave yours, even when he’s finished the rim and tosses the tequila back before biting into the lime. A tiny bit of lime juice runs down his chin, your eyes following the trail. His tongue darts out to snatch it. 

“Come on,” he purrs. “Your turn.”

Your mouth is dry. You quickly lick the salted rim, barely making it around before tossing the shot back and squeezing your eyes shut as it burns down the back of your throat. You bite into the lime wedge, the sour taste helping ease the burn. 

Juice runs down your chin. Before you can wipe it, Jimin’s hand darts out, a thumb brushing across your skin to catch it. He removes his hand, lips twitching upward slightly as he absently sucks the juice from his thumb and turns to the bartender to order two tequila sours. 

“Are you on vacation?” he asks and you nod your head, a little dizzy from the shot and from him. The group of men from earlier has shuffled back toward your group, Nicole and Tiffany reluctantly shifting attention from Jimin to the men they were talking to previously. “Same. I have no idea where my friends are, I think they left me.” He slides a drink toward you. “You won’t leave me, right?” 

“Depends.”

“On?”

“If you’re nice or not. I like nice guys.”

He sips his drink, leering at you over the rim of the glass. “I’m a nice guy. At least, for you.” He nods his head toward the group of guys. “You have a boyfriend?”

“Would you care if I did?”

He throws his head back to laugh, throat covered in a light sheen of sweat. He looks at you over the glass, the first genuine smile not filled with something lingering on lust that he gives you. “No, but you told me to be nice.” 

That makes you smile a bit. You bite your lip, trying to hide it, and decide to sip the drink. It’s good - strong - but good. “You seem like the type who wouldn’t care.”

“Awe don’t hurt my feelings. You’re like one of the hottest girls in here and I’m into it. If I had to ignore a ring or a boyfriend, I would. Is that so bad?” You shrug, sipping on the drink. You don’t know what to say. 

Thankfully, Jimin doesn’t really seem to care. You think perhaps he likes hearing himself talk. It works out. Jimin fills the conversation with the normal what do you do and what do you like? You don’t miss the way he leans in toward you, or the way he glances at your mouth. 

Still, you’re a little rigid. Your sentences aren’t as smooth and practiced as his. He doesn’t seem to care, shuffling a little close to you as the bar fills up with people. He smells like Axe Essence and the 5 gum he’s popped into his mouth between drinks. 

“Trying to quit coke,” he snickers when he sticks another piece of gum in his mouth. “Got some bad press for it during last fashion week and my agency keeps threatening to drop me even though it's obviously a pre-fucking-requisite to walk for McQueen.” 

“And chewing gum helps with that?”

“Not really, but it gives my mouth something to do and it soothes the muscle memory of hand to face.”

“Smart.”

“You look incredible by the way.” That makes you blush, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and ducking your head. Jimin chuckles, tapping your chin lightly with a finger to make you look back up at him. “Cute.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re a bit of a spoiled brat, huh?” That makes you frown and pull away. He whines, hands chasing your shoulders to draw you closer to him. “Stop. I like that. It means you have high standards and good taste.” 

You hum, finishing the rest of your drink. You’re properly drunk now, the room tilting a little bit as a giggle escapes you when Jimin looks at you. He laughs back, sliding a glass of water over to you after he takes a few sips. 

The water is refreshing. Your skin feels warm all over and you move a little slower, looking around. The club is more packed than you remember and there are more bodies on the dance floor. You watch the way people move together, pressed up against one another and grinding to the music humming through the air. 

Jimin follows your gaze, leaning closer to you and popping his gum in your ear. “Wanna dance?” 

You nod, looking up at him through your lashes. He grins and pushes off the bar, sliding a hand around your waist to shift you in front of him. You look at him over your shoulder with narrowed eyes and he smiles, tucking you to his chest and sliding his chin on your shoulder. 

“Coming through,” he calls, walking you both through the group behind you. Ben-Brian-Brad glares at you and you avert your eyes as Jimin guides you toward the dance floor, pads of his fingers pressed firming into your hips and scouring marks into your skin. “Tool in the polo definitely has a small dick.”

You giggle as you peel apart, Jimin catching your hand as you turn to face him, pulling him with you. “What makes you say that?”

“His fucking collar is popped, baby.” 

“I think he’s mad at me,” you admit.

“You’re way out of his league.”

“That’s true.”

Jimin wraps his hands around your wrist and yanks you to him. You gasp, stumbling as your chests press together. He slots a thigh between your legs, making you freeze for a moment as the music slows a bit. Jimin’s hands are confident where they settle on your waist, moving your hips in a soft rhythm as he begins to move. 

Instincts take over. You wrap your arms around Jimin’s neck, letting him press his forehead against yours as he stares you down. He’s no longer controlling your hips but letting you move against him naturally, both of your bodies in sync. 

Jimin is an amazing dancer, never forcing you to sway too much or trying to control your movements awkwardly. He rolls his hips into you experimentally once and you gasp lightly, noses brushing together. 

“You’re fucking hot,” he mumbles, his breath fanning your face. 

“So are you.”

Your fingers slide through the dark, sweaty strands at the back of his neck. He lets out an appreciative noise, making your insides melt. Your eyes drop to his lips, slightly parted, slicked with gloss from his pink tongue darting out to wet them. You wonder how soft they must feel, and the way he used his tongue to lick the salt from the rim of the tequila glass makes you wonder what kissing him is like.

You don’t have to wonder long. Jimin notices you staring. Gives you a wolfish grin. You think he looks wicked in the low light, all sharp eyes with a cunning smile. 

And then he’s kissing you. 

You make a sound of surprise, but it’s swallowed in his warm, minty mouth. Your fingers tighten in his hair as he presses the small of your back so that you’re impossibly closer. 

It’s easy to forget you’re in the middle of the dance floor. Jimin’s mouth moves slowly against yours, sucking your bottom lip greedily as he pulls away for a split second. Before you can chase his lips with yours, he’s kissing you again, with a little more vigor and a curious tongue that swipes the seam of your lips.

You open your mouth to him and Jimin consumes you. You’re spinning, holding onto him for dear life as he sucks your tongue into his mouth. Fuck, you knew his tongue would be good. It makes you light-headed as he licks into your mouth, fingers clawing at you as a whine escapes his throat. 

Suddenly the kiss breaks. You blink up at him, stars in your eyes and cotton-fuzz thoughts, lost in him. Jimin isn’t looking at you though, he’s looking at the DJ and yelling, pointing over your head as he detaches from you. 

“This is my fucking song,” he yells at you, as though he hadn’t been tongue fucking your mouth a moment ago. You look at him, dazed and confused. He notices and pops a kiss on your mouth. “God, you're needy. Don’t pout, I’ll kiss you more after.” 

“What makes you think I want to kiss you more?”

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he leans forward and kisses you once. Twice. It’s sweet and leaves your mind scattered as he guides you backward slightly before smacking your ass lightly. 

“Watch,” he instructs. “And try not to be a brat about it, yeah?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Jerk by New Boyz is on in the background. Jimin sweeps his arms, backing people away before he starts walking quickly in a circle, bobbing his head to the music and making room for his little show. 

A circle clears in the middle of the dance floor. You cross your arms with raised brows, Michael Kors clutch tucked in your armpit as you watch Jimin wave people back as the song plays. All eyes are on him, cheering as he nods and smirks at the crowd, turning to blow you a cheeky kiss.

You roll your eyes but smile anyways.

Jimin decides he has enough room and right as the chorus starts, he begins to hop and shuffle his feet backward then forward. The crowd goes wild, clapping their hands as he manages to execute the jerk without slipping on the beer and liquor-stained floor.

He spins and drops low, going down to the floor. The crowd yells for him, clapping and cheering him on as Jimin slowly works his way back up. His devious tongue is tucked against his plush upper lip, the hint of a smirk on his mouth.

More guys join the dancing, showing off their moves. Jimin, not one to be outshined, sticks his tongue out all the way, rolling his eyes back as he shakes his head and hooks a thumb in the hem of his shirt, pulling it up to reveal a flawless set of abs, shining in the glittering lights.

The women go crazy as he laughs manically, gesturing to his impressive physique to the other dancers, who roll their eyes and back off. You’re jostled from side-to-side, rolling your eyes when Jimin drops his shirt and dances his way over to you, eyes looking you up and down.

You give him an unimpressed look, yawning and looking the other way as he grips your hips, fingers digging into your flesh through the jeans. “Come on,” he purrs. “Spoiled brat not impressed?”

You are. You just don’t want to be.

“Nope,” you say.

He crowds your space as the circle closes and the song changes. Jimin presses his hips against yours and your stomach drops. Your eyes snap back to his as his hands brush backward, squeezing the sides of your ass.

Jimin’s hot breath touches your lips. He smells like tequila and his cologne. He’s sweating through the Ed Hardy shirt, making it cling to the firm body underneath. Your toes curly slightly as you bite your bottom lip, looking up at him through your lashes.

“If that’s how good I dance,” Jimin murmurs, so close that his nose is touching yours. “Imagine how good I lay pipe.”

You cringe at the way he phrases it, but you’re intrigued. Your friends taunting you for your lack of sexual experience earlier replays in your mind. So you play along, raising a brow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You wrap your arms around him when someone knocks into you. He noses the line of your jaw, breath warm in your ear when he whispers. “So like… you DTF or what?”

“What?”

“You know, down to fuck. I’ve been wanting to fuck the shit out of you since I saw you staring at me across the bar.”

“I was not staring.”

“Shit, I would stare if I were you too, baby.” 

You smack his shoulder, pulling away from him slightly. Your heart pounds in your rib cage as you stare at him. His eyes are expectant, waiting for your response. 

Before your ex, you would have never thought to sleep with someone you just met at a bar. You know very little about Jimin besides the fact that he likes to hear himself talk, that he’s a little arrogant and that he is wildly, ridiculously hot. 

Jimin nibbles on his bottom lip, squeezing your hips to tell you he’s still waiting on an answer. The way your stomach flips and you already feel arousal at the cocky way he asserts himself tells you what you want to say. 

“I think so…”

“You think so or you know so?” Your mouth is dry and you don’t know what to say, so you shrug. He seems to read you. “You never went home with a guy at a bar before?”

“No.”

“Come on,” he whines, sliding his hands in your back pockets. “I’ll be really sweet.”

“Yeah?”

He leans down, nudging his nose with yours. You laugh, leaning back a bit but Jimin is persistent, chasing the intimate contact. “Yeah. I’ll even make sure you cum first.”

“We’ll see.” His hands squeeze your ass through your pockets. “My place or-“

“Yours. My friends are stupid fucks.”

Sliding your hand in his, you pull Jimin along. He presses himself close to your back when you walk, sticking the hand not holding yours in your pocket to give your ass an experimental poke. You hiss at him but end up giggling when he wags his eyebrows up and down.

You find Tiffany and Nicole dancing with the original group of guys. Ben-Brian-Brad is glaring at you openly now, and Jimin is pressed behind you so close that you can feel the cool metal of his zipper on your lower back. 

Tiffany and Nicole assure you they’re going to another club and will go to the beach house that the guy group is staying at. With gloss-stain cheek kisses and goodbyes, you leave them dancing as Jimin wraps a hand around your waist, gluing you together as you stumble out into the night.

The strip of bars is full of people. Cool air kisses your skin, making you moan in relief a bit as you begin walking toward your hotel. Your steps are uneven, you and Jimin pushing one another back and forth as you try to navigate your way home. You stumble a little too far when he presses a kiss to your neck, leaning on you too much for your drunk weight to bear and sending you several steps. 

“Owww,” you whine. “That hurt my ankle. I’m in heels and my feet hurt, Jimin.” You drop his hand and look up at him, sticking out your bottom lip in an animated pout. “Give me a piggyback ride.” 

“Hmmm. What do I get in return?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you ride my back, I need to… ride you.”

You roll your eyes. “I already told you I’ll have sex with you, idiot.”

“Yeah but I could really use a good blow job.”

You scrunch your nose. “Fine.” 

Jimin grins, letting go of you to squat and look over his shoulder at you, eyes glittering. “All aboard the Park express. Next stop: pound town.”

Huffing, you place either hand on Jimin’s shoulders and jump a little. He catches you easily, hands gripping your thighs firmly. You shiver at the feeling of his hands. Jimin straightens and you wrap your arms around his neck, settling your chin over his right shoulder.

“You’re kind of a jerk-off, huh?”

He grins as he starts to walk. “A little. But you’re kind of a bitch, so I think it works.”

You hum - he has a point.

The piggyback ride is just as dangerous as the walk. Jimin walks crooked sometimes, only for you to yell and smack his shoulder to send him back in a straight line. He gets distracted by a pizza stand which makes you flick his ear. And when you’re finally in front of the automatic double doors to your hotel, he is gasping for air and immediately sags against the elevator wall.

“You’re fuckin’ heavy.”

“That is so rude.”

“Baby, I am wasted and I haven’t done coke in like a week. It’s not you - it’s me.”

“What a cheesy line.” 

“Speaking of.” His hand feels around his back pocket before dipping into the fabric and removing a tiny Altoid tin. “My sobriety will not come at the expense of me cumming early. I’m going to need a little extra to fuck you right.” 

“Thought you were quitting?”

“I mean, do you want me to get my dick up?” The elevator opens and you try to hide your laugh behind your hand. “And now you’re laughing at me? Baby you’re going to hurt my feelings.”

“Sorry, it was just funny. Do whatever you want. You promised to make me cum first.”

“Never had a guy who did that?”

“Nope.”

Jimin makes a disgusted noise as you swipe the hotel key card in the reader. It flashes green and you swing the door open into the freezing room. It’s a little disheveled, but it’s at least not an embarrassing display of the room. You’re suddenly thrilled that it’s a suite with two rooms. 

The door clicks behind you and Jimin slides closer to you, pulling you by the belt loops. You’re prepared for his kiss this time, opening your mouth the second his soft lips meet yours. It’s sloppy and wet, Jimin sucking your bottom lip hungrily as he pulls your belt loops a little harder.

Carefully, Jimin walks you backward. He taps the side of your thighs and dips down as you jump. He catches your legs, hauling you the rest of the way onto the island counter where you spread your legs for him. 

Jimin slots himself between your thighs easily. At this height, you’re more on his level, but Jimin leans into you, pushing you back slightly as he controls the kiss. It’s more eager and demanding than the one in the club, Jimin sucking on your tongue and licking the rough of your mouth experimentally. 

Planting his hands on either side of your ass on the counter, Jimin trails kisses along your jaw. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, and you become breathy. His mouth is noisy and wet against your skin, sucking at the tender flesh under your ear gently before biting lightly. The pinch of skin makes you moan, the sound lost in the lighting above the counter.

“So fucking pretty,” Jimin murmurs, continuing his assault with his mouth. His tongue is just as dangerous, licking over each bite he places as he drifts to your collarbone. “You want a line?”

You shake your head no. He presses closed-mouth kisses back up your neck until he’s straightened out to be eye-level. He brushes your nose with his. Sticks his tongue out and watches you expectantly. You tentatively stick yours out too, making a squeal when his tongue licks at yours.

“Weirdo,” you murmur, cheeks heated and shivering when he pulls away from you to pop open the Altoid tin. There’s a tiny plastic bag inside, sealing the white powder. “You like using tongue.”

Jimin hums in agreement as he stays between your legs, untwisting the bag. “I have a good tongue,” he says as he leans over, dumping a little onto the counter. You watch wordlessly. “I like to eat pussy too.” 

You nearly lay back on the counter and ascend to heaven right there. No one has been so open and bold with you when speaking about sexual acts. And the fact that he says it so casually as he looks around for something flat with an edge makes you dizzy. You produce the room key and he grins, kissing your nose once before he takes it and cuts the powder into two, thin white lines. 

“Do you need a bill too?” you joke. He shakes his head and pulls out a dollar bill that looks like it was once crisp but has been rolled over and over and over, making it look soft and pliant. “You don’t use hundreds?” 

“I’m a model,” he grunts. “Not a Kardashian.” 

That makes you laugh. 

Jimin’s fingers are practiced as he rolls the bill. You can’t help but stare at the rings that you did not notice before, each one placed on a delicate finger. He has nice hands, veins jumping as he places one hand on the counter to hold himself up as the other holds the rolled bill. 

Your knees squeeze his sides a bit as Jimin does the first line. It’s loud in the apartment with just the sound of his sharp inhaling, so you lean a bit to hit the iPod on the iHome dock, flicking through the touchscreen to find a song you like. 

You settle on a playlist Tiffany has loaded in called Party Jamz. She Wolf starts playing loudly, drowning out the sound of Jimin finishing his second line as you hit the volume button a few times to lower it. 

Straightening, you come face to face with Jimin as he wipes his nose a bit, taking a few sharp inhales. He runs his tongue along the edge of the room key before swiping his finger through the residue on the counter. There’s not much coke on the pad of his thumb, but he holds it to your mouth, watching.

Obediently, you open your mouth. He slides his thumb under your upper lip, rubbing gently on your gums. You taste how bitter the drug is, making a bit of a face that makes him giggle as he removes his finger from your mouth, sucking the thumb into his mouth briefly. 

“You want a glass of water?” 

You nod and he vanishes from in between your legs. He sings to himself as he grabs glasses and goes to the fridge, the ice machine loud above the music. You watch him with heavy eyes, your body feeling a little like liquid from all the tequila. 

He reappears, holding a glass of water to your lips. He tilts it carefully as he drinks his own, dark eyes watching you. You sip carefully, the water cool and refreshing as he continues to tip the glass. A bead of water runs down your chin and neck. 

Jimin is fast. He sets down both cups of water and surges forward, tongue chasing the bead of liquid as it runs down your throat. You lean backward, keeping yourself up with your palms planted on the cool counter as Jimin kisses and bites your neck. A moan escapes your mouth and absently, you’re glad you chose Jimin to go home with you.

You grab Jimin by his face, pulling kiss-bitten lips to yours and devouring him whole. He grunts in appreciation, mouth cooled by the water as his tongue dances with yours. His handles are not idle, rubbing up and down your jean-clad thighs, alternating between the gentle press of fingers and pointed drag of nails. 

Jimin’s kissing is like nothing else you’ve had before. He’s skilled, leading you between fast, hungry clashing of teeth and tongue and slow, languid movements. You’re dizzy with him, a buzz of electricity under your skin and heat pooling in your stomach long before his hands dip to your zipper, pulling the metal down. 

Eager hands slide to your hips where Jimin gathers the fabric. Your kiss breaks momentarily, a single line of spit connecting you for a second before you lift your ass off the counter, letting Jimin pull harshly at your pants. The fabric slides, making him cuss out loud when he realizes you’re not wearing underwear. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs, tossing your jeans and pressing your thighs open. You shiver as the cold air hits your pussy. Jimin’s eyes are hungry as he drags a thumb up the center of your glossy folds, a high-pitched sound leaving you. “Spoiled brat wearing no underwear? You’re just dying to have this pussy fucked, huh?”

“Please.”

“Hmm.” Jimin presses his thumb into your clit. Your eyes roll back in your head. The pressure sends a shiver through you, sparking every nerve in your body as he barely wiggles his thumb back and forth. “Shit you’re so sensitive. Gonna scream while I eat you out?”

“Maybe.”

His thumb slides lower, teasing your clenching hole. You open your eyes, head heavy as you look at him. He’s slid down to his knees, looking up at you through long lashes with a smirk on his face. Your shirt is still on, but you don’t even care. Jimin’s hot breath is on your inner thighs as he bites your flesh softly, making your legs try to close.

“Don’t suffocate me,” he chastises you. “Wanna fuckin’ taste though.”

Everything turns to white noise as Jimin leans forward, running his long tongue from your dripping hole to your throbbing clit. You seize forward, gasping for air and clenching your fists as he pins your legs harder. Your muscles strain, the stretch a little painful but the good kind paired with the way he licks you slowly. 

Your blood turns into melted metal. You go boneless, laying back on the counter, knocking over cups, sending them scattering. You knock into the iHome, the iPod coming disconnected and cutting off the music. It doesn’t matter. Now you can hear the way Jimin sucks at your clit, making you moan loudly. 

From the moment you saw his tongue, you wondered what it would be like. You pictured nothing like this. Jimin eats you out slowly, tongue curious yet lazy as he circles your clit in a steady rhythm before sucking your bud into his mouth and squeezing with his lips lightly.

“Fuck, Jimin,” you whisper, voice hoarse from disuse. One of your hands falls across your eyes, blocking the light from the ceiling as Jimin splays you open for his mouth to explore. You’re panting, the other hand threading through his hair, gel making it easier to grab onto. “Feels so fucking good.”

And it does. 

“Tastes so sweet,” he mumbles, pulling away with a lewd, loud suck on your clit. “Your pretty little hole is just fucking dripping. Gonna fuck you open with my fingers to get you nice and stretched for me.”

You can’t come up with a verbal response. Something like a whine and hum of agreement slips out. Your hips twitch as his mouth turns firmer, tongue flicking over your clit quickly followed by his lips sucking at your wet hole.

There has never been a time someone enjoyed themselves so much while paying attention to your pleasure. Jimin is skilled and focused on bringing his fingers into the action. You feel him slowly trace the rim of your entrance with his fingers, applying just enough pressure to make you curse and squirm but not enough to slide in. 

It fucking aches. Your fingers tighten in his hair, begging him to make you feel fuller. Jimin chuckles, the vibrations going straight through you, your muscles spasming. 

Slowly, Jimin adds a single finger, the slide relieving some of the tension directly in your pussy. You let out a soft breath, sagging on the counter as he matches the gentle in-and-out of his finger with the steady licking of his tongue on your clit. 

The tight feeling of your orgasm is winding like a spring in your stomach. You can feel it, the pressure building and so compact that you struggle to breathe, finding yourself gasping for air when Jimin adds another finger to the mix. He applies pressure right against your front wall, pressing that spot that has you seeing stars.

You might be babbling now. You don’t know what comes out of your mouth. Stars are dancing behind your eyes and you struggle to remember not to hold your breath, to try and regulate your breathing as he increases speed. He’s messy now, sucking and licking and rubbing his nose against your clit. Jimin uses his entire face to get you off and you’re spiraling. 

It all happens at once. A deep breath in. Held tight in your chest, muscles seizing and your body going rigid. Jimin’s fingers push against your g-spot hard as he sucks your clit into his mouth and you scream.

Your orgasm snaps in half, everything going loose at once. You feel yourself clench around his fingers, so tight that Jimin pauses his movements, tongue licking at your sensitive pussy gently as you shake. Your hands cover your face now, breathing rapidly into your palms as the room fills with white noise. 

After a moment, your muscles start to relax. Jimin gives an experimental thrust with his fingers and you whine, making him laugh. 

“God, you came so fucking hard,” he growls from between your legs. He gently pulls his fingers from you, making you protest and drop your hands from your face. You open your eyes as the room spins, lifting your head to look where Jimin now stands between your legs. He sucks his fingers into his mouth, smirking around them. “Mmm. You’re a creamer. I like that.” 

You have no response for him. He doesn’t need one. Jimin lifts you from the counter and for a moment, the world tilts dangerously on its axis and you think you might vomit. The spinning is short-lived as he carries you to the bedroom, tossing you on the bed hard enough to make you bounce. 

“Jesus Christ, Jimin,” you mumble, righting yourself in the sheets. He laughs, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it. Your eyes zero in on his body and your mind goes blank. “Jesus Christ, Jimin.”

“Jesus had nothing to do with this.” He smacks his abs with a hand. “This is creatine, determination, and seven days a week at the gym, baby.”

Jimin flexes his stomach. His chest and abs are toned and well-defined. The low lighting of the bar had done him an injustice that is rectified in the lamp light of the bedroom. There’s a black tattoo on his ribcage that you can’t read, but think looks really good on him anyway. 

Jeans slung low on his hips, Jimin shuffles over to the bed. You can see his dick straining against his pants. When he leans over to catch your lips with his, your hand immediately goes to his crotch, gripping gently through the material. He moans into your mouth, the kiss full of spit and your essence. 

From the way your hand presses against his straining cock, you can tell Jimin is big. With nervous hands, you pull at his zipper. He pulls away for a moment, leaving you frowning and confused.

“How do you get this fucking shirt off,” he mumbles, sliding a finger under the strap going across your stomach. “It’s confusing.”

“Like a normal shirt,” you giggle. 

“Like a normal shirt,” he mimes in a high-pitched voice. “Off. Wanna see those fucking tits.” 

Leaning forward, you help Jimin pull your shirt off, followed by the pink bra with a little bow in the middle. He doesn’t seem to have an appreciation for lingerie, immediately pushing you down by your sternum once you’re fully naked so he can lavish your chest with his mouth. 

Jimin’s mouth is always hungry. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, making you gasp and forget that you had been trying to get his pants off. You go limp as his tongue flicks over your pert bud experimentally, his other hand tweaking the opposite peak. Both bring out a response, eliciting a grin from him.

Remembering that Jimin is still in jeans, your hands surge forward, pulling at the zipper. You can see Calvin Klein briefs peaking just out the top of his jeans. With the zipper undone, there’s enough room for you to slide your hand in and grip Jimin’s cock firmly over the fabric of his briefs. 

“Shit,” he moans, head resting in the valley of your breasts. “Come on, take my cock out. Wanna stuff that mouth of yours full.” 

You don’t hesitate. You help Jimin out of his jeans, momentarily distracted by his powerful thighs and the way they flex as he bends to pull his briefs down. Your mouth goes dry as his heavy cock bobs against his navel when he’s free of his briefs. 

Jimin might be a lithe model, but his cock is anything but. 

Smooth, heavy, flushed-brown tip, and thick. Your hand goes for it as he crawls up the bed, straddling your waist and looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. Your hand wraps around the velvet shaft, making him twitch a bit. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth, watching you give an experimental stroke. 

Jimin moans. It’s such a pretty sound. You shift under him to give yourself a better angle. Your hand drifts upward, collecting the pearly precum gathered at his tip. You spread it on his shaft on the downstroke, watching as Jimin’s eyes close, head falling back. 

You gather spit in your mouth, letting go of his cock briefly. He looks down as if to chastise you, but before his comment can escape, you spit into your palm and bring it back up to his cock, giving a smooth stroke, grip firmer and more precise as you twist at the head.

“God,” he moans as you watch his muscles spasm in his abs. “Don’t just jerk me off like a middle schooler, put me in your mouth.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m trying. Just suck me off a bit first.”

You huff at his impatience. 

Sliding further down the bed, Jimin meets you halfway, lowering a bit so that you can pull the tip of his cock into your mouth for an experimental suck. He curses and you grin, the saltiness on your tongue spurring you to take him in a little further.

It’s a vulnerable angle. Jimin can control the pace and fuck down into your mouth if he wants. Instead, he’s patient as you let the spit collect in your mouth, lifting your head to take a little more in your mouth each time.

Your tongue runs along the bottom of his shaft, providing a smooth glide as Jimin helps you out, sinking into your mouth a little more each time. He’s cursing and moaning above you, lost in the way you hollow your cheeks to provide better suction. You’re fascinated by the way his long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, and you realize he has a few freckles that are… endearing. 

It’s a weird thing to notice, so you suck harder, trying to focus on the task at hand. 

Jimin grows more needy, fucking into your mouth so that he’s controlling the pace. You adjust, letting your jaw go slack to accommodate the stretch - and it’s a difficult stretch - making sure to guard your teeth and to let your drool help the glide.

“Your mouth takes my cock so well,” he hums. “How about that throat? Can I fuck that too?”

You nod, which is difficult with a mouth full of Jimin’s precum and cock. He grits his teeth, grabbing the bottom of your jaw gently to adjust the angle and start fucking into your mouth in earnest. 

Breathing is difficult - you remind yourself to try and breathe through your nose, letting out little sounds of euphoria around him that rile him up. You can feel your essence dripping down your thighs, turned on by the way Jimin growls every time the tip kisses the back of your throat. 

Once or twice your throat seizes up around him. He’s careful to pull out and let you breathe for a moment, spit and a little cum leaking down the sides of your mouth and down your chin, tears pooling in your eyes.

With one hand, Jimin slides the glossy tip of his cock through the mess on your chin before tracing your lips a few times, smearing the mess over your swollen mouth. 

“Lipstick,” he murmurs, nearly ruining the moment.

Before you can reply, Jimin slides his cock back into the heat of your mouth, sighing in relief as he starts to thrust in earnest again.

Just as the crown of his cock starts to brush the deeper part of your throat, Jimin pulls out, cursing. “Need to fuck this messy pussy of yours or I’ll bust,” he growls. “Turn over for me. Let me see that pretty ass.” 

Crawling from underneath him, you do as he says, too eager to care that he’s bossing you around. Your limbs are trembling as you prop yourself up on your knees, ass in the air and chest and head pressed to the bed. You look at him sideways, cheek on the mattress as he settles behind you, hands kneading the fat of your ass, giving you experimental squeezes.

It feels nice, the way his hands soothe your muscles and skate over soft flesh. He gives you an experimental slap and you squeal, making him grin. 

“Gunna rearrange your fucking guts,” he murmurs, grabbing the base of his cock. 

“Wait - condom?”

He gives you a look. “What? Are we in middle school? I’m not fucking you with a condom, I won’t feel shit.”

“What? How do I know if you’re clean?” 

“Um, does it look like I have something?”

“You can’t always tell.”

“Well, I don’t have a condom.”

You pause, glaring at him. Neither one of you moves. “Okay, well then pull out.”

He scoffs. “Obviously I’m going to cum in your mouth like a gentleman.” 

You roll your eyes. Even though he is wildly attractive and can pull an orgasm out of you with oral, Jimin is still a fucking ass. But he’s an ass who is good at what he does, so you shut up. 

Not that you can speak as he runs his cockhead through your wet folds. You moan, hearing how wet you are for him. He pushes the tip of his cock in slightly, just enough to make your hole flutter around him. You gasp, fists twisting in sheets as he sits there, letting you clench and unclench around him.

“Jimin,” you moan. 

“Ask nicely,” he teases. “Or you’re just gonna get the tip of my cock. I can feel your pussy fucking begging for it. Now you need to ask.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Yeah? Want me to split you open?”

“Yes.”

“Want me to fuck that cervix until you’re screaming?” You pause. He pauses. “Okay that wasn’t very hot, was it?”

“Not really-”

Jimin cuts you off, thrusting in hard on a single upstroke. You gasp, mind going blank and forgetting about his terrible fumble at dirty talk as his cock does hit something inside of you that sends you into a torrent of heat and trembling limbs.

He sets a fast pace, not letting you adjust to his girth. Jimin’s hips piston perfectly against yours, your ass snapping back into his hips with each thrust. You can barely breathe, panting into the sheets as you bounce backward, sharing the effort to meet him for each powerful stroke.

It feels amazing.

You close your eyes, getting lost in the way his cock fills up every part of you, the slide smooth and velvet against your walls, the tip brushing gently against your g-spot every time he thrusts in. 

Your stomach feels like it's flipping over and over again, each one of Jimin’s thrusts so deep you swear you feel it in your chest. Your thoughts start to slip away, your front half sinking further into the mattress as Jimin’s fingers dig into the meat of your ass.

“Fuck,” he pants. “This pussy is so fucking tight. You're just fucking taking it and this ass-” he slaps your flesh sharply, making you squeal. “You hear that? Fucking getting clapped.” 

You don’t have it in you to be annoyed at him. And he has a point - the slap of hips against ass, balls against pussy is loud. 

The same feeling coils in your stomach again. You squeeze your eyes shut, barely able to breathe around the pleasure and the feeling of Jimin fucking you so full. It winds and winds and winds, and as it’s about to snap, you hold your breath.

Jimin gives a hard thrust followed by another, and you cum with a scream. You go from frozen, clenched muscles to boneless limbs in a moment. Jimin presses his hands into the small of your back, pushing you so far into the mattress that you can barely breathe as you bear his full weight.

With a few disjointed thrusts, Jimin cums, grunting and digging nails into your back.

For a few moments, neither of you moves. You can barely remember where you are, much less ask Jimin to pull his weight off of you to give you air. He’s still pressed into you, the heavy weight of him sinking you further into sweat-soaked sheets.

Jimin relents. He slowly pulls his cock out of you and you feel the mess slicking between your legs. It’s sticky and wet, more than you have ever felt before. He falls unceremoniously to the side, nearly wheezing for air.

The room is filled with heavy breaths and the smell of sweat and sex. Strands of hair and sheets stick to your skin. You shuffle, trying to roll over a bit to look at him. Your limbs are sore and stretched from the press of his hands and the force of his hips spreading yours, but it’s a good sore. 

Jimin is flushed, sweaty, and half-asleep. His hand is on his stomach, sticky with cum. 

“OH MY GOD YOU DIDN’T PULL OUT!” You scream, sitting up with sheets stuck to your back and hair all over. “YOU ASSHOLE!”

“Please stop screaming,” he groans, covering his face. “I’ll buy you Plan B in the morning.”

“You’re the fucking worst!”

“Well,” he sighs. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll fuck you again to make you feel better.” 

You cross your arms over your chest, heart racing. You stare at Jimin for a moment. Two moments. You drop your arms and lay back on the bed. “Yeah,” you huff. “Fine, whatever.”

Who were you to turn down another round like that? Your ex and his Escalade are long forgotten now.

[twsthc]

twst character playlists 🎧☆

⚠️ warnings: i have bad music taste. also a lot of nightcore. sorry.

last updated: october 10, 2023

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Riddle: Bôa - Twilight , Laufey - Let You Break My Heart Again , Nakaniwano Shoujyotachi - SHISHAMO

i was thinking about putting in regal classical music or something, but its like, the whole point of riddle is hes a KID and that was taken from him

this is what he sounds like on the inside; a sad teenager lmao

Ace: Estelle - American Boy , Pharrell williams - Hug me , Bruno Mars & Cardi B - Finesse

teenage boy pilled

HUG ME! BRING IT IN! WOOO!!

Deuce: Beastie Boys - Fight for Your Right , Childish Gambino - Girls Look Better , ROAR - Christmas Kids , Wheatus - Teenage Dirtbag

2 people simultaneously agreed hed listen to the Beastie Boys in my discord so here we are!!

Cater: Azelia Banks - ANNA WINTOUR , Magdalena Bay - How to Get Physical , Katy Perry - California Gurls , Mitski - Washing Machine Heart

Azelia and Beyonce are in there cuz pop culture and cater and blah blah blah

i personally think hes a nightcore avril lavigne kid

Trey: BTS - 134340 , Sion - lies , Hyeln Joo - Hair Cut (미장원)

i would give you some super deep and understandable reason for these but.

idk!!! it just sounds like trey. this is what he sounds like.

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Leona: A Tribe Called Quest - Electric Relaxation , MF DOOM - Hoe Cakes , Sade - Smooth Operator , Kendrick Lamar - We Cry Together

i had to consult the african council (my dad) for this one

ATCQ of course, and Sade because my dad asked politely

Ruggie: GROOVY - Jersey Luv , Tay-K I <3 My Choppa , Lil Gnar - Sticky Rice , Odetari x 9lives - I LOVE YOU HOE

i dont have to explain myself to you

(hes african american boy coded)

Jack: Ice Cube - It Was A Good Day , Micheal Jackson - Rock With You , Bell Biv Devoe - Poison , De La Soul - Me Myself and I

i think he would be into oldies and ruggie would tease him for it

micheal jackson stan

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Azul: ABBA - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! , Dalida - Love In Portofino , Caravan Palace - Lone Digger , Caro Emerald - Tangled Up (Lokee Remix)

old sounding music for the "nostalgia" (he wasn't even born during these eras)

the songs that play at the lounge and it kinda got stuck in his head

he fantasizes about preforming these songs in drag btw

Jade: Antonia Carlos Jobim - Girl From Ipanema , Laufey - From the Start , CAPSULE - TICTAC

songs he listens to on long hikes while thinking about violence

Floyd: 41 minutes of Roblox music , Megurine Luka - Tako Luka Maguro Fever , Euday L. Bowman - Twelfth Street Rag , ₳С₴łĐ₳ - PRIVET PRIVET 2009 ST

haha get it spongebob music because hes a fish

(gets booed off stage)

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Kalim: Serani Poji -Pipo Pipo , 레드벨벳 - Day 1 , takeshi abo - LEASE , MAXIMUM THE HORMONE - ChuChu Lovely...

cutie patootie happy-go-lucky songs

i feel like Takeshi Abo - LEASE is what goes through his head on loop 24/7

Jamil: Paramore - Renegade , Bôa - Duvet , beabadoobee - the perfect pair , LeTigreWorld - Deceptacon , Mitski - Washing Machine Heart

Paramore - Renegade was actually a recommendation! thank you yorick :3

otherwise i think rock/soft heartbroken songs go well with him

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Vil: Lana Del Rey - Doin' Time , Magdalena Bay - Killshot , Kitty Kallen - It's Been a Long, Long Time , Mitski - Liquid Smooth

queen. flawless. stilettos. category: bad bitch.

too classy for this world, forever that girl

Epel: KYLE - Don't Wanna Fall In Love , Ram Jam - Black Betty , WHAM! - Everything She Wants , Hot Freaks - I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend

a mix of older and newer songs i guess

i hc he works on a family farm (for fun and allowance). hed be blasting Black Betty in his left airpod while wrestling a sheep in the mud

music taste slightly influenced by deuce and jack methinks

Rook: Vendredi sur Mer - Écoute chérie , Camille - Le Festin , ラムのラブソング , Shelly Duvall - He Needs Me

you know i had to do it to em

okay but these songs unironically fit rook to me idk

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Idia: 【らき☆すた】スーパーアハアハデラックス , 初音PV新作くるみ☆ぽんちお.flv , Caramella Girls - Caramelldansen , 6arelyhuman - Hands up!

the first one represents how i hc he listens to those 16 year old anime tohou remixes on a daily. he injects them into his veins.

nico nico douga war veteran. u u uma uma...

Ortho: Nanoray - DesktopBuddy , METAROOM - S.N.U.F.F.Y

cute and electronic sounding songs!!

🐉🎼

Malleus: Malice Mizer - Ma Chérie , this entire playlist , Yoko Kanno - Green Bird , NASTYONA - My September ,

being honest idk much about malleus

all i know is he would listen to malice mizer and he is gay

Silver: The Smiths - Heaven Knows I'm Miserable now , Burn The Ballroom - Kiss Me You Animal , Wienners - GOD SAVE THE MUSIC

lilia influenced his music taste a lot

Sebek: deaf, doesn't listen to music

Lilia: Mothy - ヴェノマニア公の狂気 , MASA WORKS DESIGN - 狐の嫁入り , Kenshi Yonezu - KICK BACK

trying to stay true to his war general roots while also remembering hes a gamer otaku thing now...

also hes in the "light" music club so

[phanfictioncatalogue]

2009 Phan (7) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six

a decent chap (ao3) - calvinahobbes, yikesola

Summary: “The fabled danisnotonfire.” Martyn can’t help a smirk when the poor boy’s eyes flicker quickly away from his at the mention of his Twitter handle. “Welcome. You boys want a nightcap?”

a matched set (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: “Mum,” he says, and his voice sounds like a balloon about to burst from happiness. “Mum, would you do me a favor.”

(a mother's view of the christmas adventure)

afterglow (ao3) - catboyhowell (bloodyscarab)

Summary: now our hearts are racing

baby let me know what you're tasting

afterglow by flores

came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form (ao3) - templeofshame

Summary: Dan considers safety, the internet, and rules he wants to break.

Emotional Fiber (ao3) - indistinct_echo

Summary: Phil's been told he’s lucky for it, having so much love to give, but it really does fucking suck to give all that he has and is to the world and never feel it received nor returned.

every ounce of me (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Dan and Phil being (mostly) soft on October 19th, 2009—with a bit of introspective Dan (and also him trying to avoid it)

fireworks (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Twelve years of New Year’s Eves - or, the first and the most recent.

greedy for that feeling (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: Learning to love Phil was like a trust fall: terrifying but necessary and ultimately, exhilarating. Together, they’re learning how to talk, how to give each other what they need, and how to ask for and share desires they’ve never shared or experienced before.

I Think I've Loved You Before (ao3) - milfbilvy

Summary: There is nothing Phil is more sure of than the fact that he and Dan were meant to find each other in every life.

I Don't Wanna Close My Eyes (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Dan is tired of the Halloween party he's been forced to attend. He wanders off, straight into a pretty little cafe with an even prettier barista.

Investigations (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Obliviousness runs in the family

just you (ao3) - Rawritsamehh

Summary: snippets from 2009 but reversed- Phil is a fanboy for his favorite YouTuber, Dan.

kissing gif (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Meeting Dan is the luckiest he’s ever been. Having him here, on his bed, is a dream come true whether it looks like a sexy Internet gif or not. (A pinof tag about expectations and reality.)

kiss me just to kiss me (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Phil knows it’s serious. He knows he’s serious about Dan in that way he gets about people because he is so painfully afraid of messing things up. Dan came all this way just to see him, but he didn’t come all this way just to see him, and the least Phil can do is show him a good time.

lie with me (sew your heart to my sleeve) (ao3) - trademarkblue

Summary: You make me feel safe, Phil. I've never felt like that before. Safe like this. Not for a long time, at least.

A ficlet about comfort and new love.

Look How Warm You Are (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: It snowed during the night after Dan's first day back in Rosendale, so Phil brings him out on a bit of an adventure to explore in the snow.

meeting the parents (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Dan is ready to meet Phil's parents.

Right?

oh, he's got me going (ao3) - loveslabourlost

Summary: Everything in Phil's body is thicker than in Dan's.

real and different (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Phil is different than Dan imagined. Different than his videos.

But he likes it.

secret dan folder (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: There are photos of him out there, of course, a hundred embarrassing ones on Facebook and in Nana’s family albums. But it’s always felt to him like people took them more because they had to or ought to than because they really wanted to. And here Phil is, feeling some incomprehensible mixture of shame and pride because he has a truly impressive collection of ugly stalker photos of Dan on his laptop.

Sixty Nine Nook (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: Dan and Phil get locked in the nook under the staircase of Phil's family home, so they make the most of it.

Somebody to Love (ao3) - counting2fifteen

Summary: Dan and Phil’s first meeting in 2009, loosely inspired by the song Somebody to Love by Queen

The Christmas Sweater (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Dan is on his way to Phil's to spend Christmas with the Lesters for the first time.

Thinking of You (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Dan and Phil have been flirtatious during their late-night conversations. One night, they find themselves wanting so badly that they give into both their bodies and eventually their secrets.

Up the Hill, Making Memories (ao3) - husbants

Summary: It's the night of October 19th, 2009. The bus has just dropped Dan and Phil off after their day in Manchester together. This doesn't mean the night is over, though: they've got one long hill to climb before they're getting to Phil's house.

(And maybe they are a little excited to get to Phil's house.)

warm (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Phil likes Dan.

And Phil really, really likes Dan's hat.

we freak on the cam (ao3) - freelydopefun

Summary: “I wanna touch on you

You see me in my room

Wish you were here right now

All of the things I'd do”

Two Boys. Late Night Webcalls. Cords getting tangled up in unusual places.

(we were in) screaming color (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Phil thinks he could be jealous. He turns the idea over in his mind, weighing it. He could be more jealous, angry for Dan’s lack of attention.

Weight on my Shoulders (ao3) - ByTheFire

Summary: When Phil starts getting some unexpected gifts from his dad he starts to worry if he knows something he is not ready to share. Thankfully Dan is there to make it all a bit less scary. All Phil can hope is his dad doesn't want to change who he truly is.

What if (he's the one?) (ao3) - Archive (Curlylinguist)

Summary: It's 19th October 2009, and Dan has a whole lot of thoughts as he travels up to meet Phil for the first time.

yellow (ao3) - awrfdnp

Summary: “You’re my yellow, Phil.”

yes, I know (ao3) - moonanonymous

Summary: It's October 19th, and Phil is anxiously awaiting a train.

You're Perfect To Me (ao3) - ticklishraspberries

Summary: Dan is feeling insecure about his body, and Phil can’t have that.

[gretavanglimmers]

Hey tumblr gresties!!! I want to introduce myself, my name is Skipper! I live in my van full time all year round and I work remotely as a virtual assistant. But the interesting things you need to know about me are that I have loved Greta Van Fleet for around 4-5 years now and I was lucky enough to see their legendary performance at Red Rocks! I'm a pisces and I identify as straight with very strong LGBTQ+ ally values. I am perhaps what you might call "twin lane" but Jacob Thomas Kiszka, Sir owns my heart. I'm a sucker for a long haired boy with a guitar. My favourite book of all time is the incomparable Wuthering Heights by Miss Emily Brontë and nobody can tell me that the 1992 Ralph Fiennes adaptation is not the best. I will not have the 2009 Tom Hardy debate 🤣. I'm a little bit neurospicy and a complete mud witch. I exist in my baggy clothes and I'm a vegetarian. Thats vegetarian not vaginatarian 😏. You may have noticed my master list is already pinned to the top of my blog. My first ever fic for the gvf fandom is in the works and I can't wait to share it all with you lovely people. I'm not on twitter, but I do have a non-gvf related instagram if anyones interested in my vanlife adventures! Come say hi and give me a follow! All my love, Skipper ❤️

[ofmanycol0rs]

↶*ೃ✧˚. welcome to rainbow entertainment inc ! ❃ ↷ ˊ-

RAINBOW ENT. ; cause we all have wings but some of us don't know why .

main blog ! interactions come from here for . . . blogroll ! ❃ ↷ ˊ- penned by love ! 20, she/her !

❃ ↷ ˊ- i. the company !

RAINBOW entertainment incorporated, better known as simply rainbow or often shortened to RBE, is a fictional entertainment company based in seoul, south korea. founded in 2009 by moon jiwon, an ambitious woman searching to make her break in the growing idol industry. the company has debuted 5 groups, including some of the most popular groups in the industry today. the company’s first group, XOX, was a short lived girl group trio with minimal success, which nearly brought about the end of the company. the group was forced to disband or the company would face bankruptcy. 

the first ever RBE trainee and former member of the failed XOX, yang eunbi was committed to seeing her company reach the heights she always dreamed it could. in a last ditch effort to save the company, with eunbi as director, the company created the subsidiary the lucky one, funneling all of their last funds into one big leap -- an experimental co-ed group. 

as eunbi’s calculated risks and knack for pushing creative boundaries produced success after success, she climbed the ladder within the company, becoming close with the founder and ceo. in 2017, a year after the debut of the company’s second girl group, moon jiwon is embroiled in a scandal thanks to the early, desperate days of the company and is put under investigation for embezzlement and tax fraud. In the face of this issue, she steps down, allowing for eunbi to take her place as ceo. As rainbow ent is beginning to take hold as a big player in the idol industry, eunbi has even bigger plans.

❃ ↷ ˊ- ii. the artists !

XOX ↶*ೃ 110615 ( disbanded )

a short lived girl group trio with minimal success, which nearly brought around the end of the company.

Lucky ↶*ೃ 141007 ( active )

a co-ed group made out of a newly rebranded and desperate company, controversy and novelty brought the group great success, saving the agency.

La Vie ↶*ೃ 160715 ( active - under co. )

a 6 member girl-group and vision of former girl-group member herself, it is thought to be a hopeful reincarnation of eunbi's own failed group.

Neverland ↶*ೃ 180519 ( active - under co. )

a 7-member boy group formed from survival show "lost boys," and rainbow's first boy group.

LUCID! ↶*ೃ 190203 ( active )

a 5-member girl group under rainbow subsidiary, the lucky one, their experimental comeback marketing sets them apart from the industry.

EUNJI ↶*ೃ 210218 ( active - under co. )

an in-house producer under the name ROZE turned soloist.

BAM! ↶*ೃ 240207 ( active )

a 5-member boy group recently bought from their former company which reaches brand new heights after unexpected changes.

❃ ↷ ˊ- iii. the staff !

↶*ೃ the executives

yang eunbi ✧˚. ceo

jung jisoo ✧˚. director of the lucky one subsidiary

↶*ೃ group managers

kwon miyeon ✧˚. manager of lucky

cho hana ✧˚. manager of la vie

koo jihoon ✧˚. manager of neverland

cho daejoon ✧˚. manager of LUCID!

presley knowles ✧˚. manger of EUNJI

jamie kwok ✧˚. manger of BAM!

↶*ೃ producers of golden goose productions

shin daewon " DAY1 "

emily min " ROZE "

han hwiyoung " HWI "

[hannahssimblr]

The nights of the last gasp of study season seem as though they go on forever, and as I watch the clock on the wall of Michelle's cluttered dining room, I could swear on my life that time is slowing down. It takes an hour for five minutes to pass, while the numbers on the maths book in my hands seem to merge together into some sort of mathematical soup right in front of my eyes. 

For some reason, with Michelle and Jen nattering history facts to one another on the other side of the table, I think about Alison and what she might be doing right now on the eve of the summer exams. Is she pulling an all-nighter too? Maybe, but not for studying. Alison hardly needed to study at all, that’s how clever she was. Even in those party frenzied days of early winter when she and I would pop a molly and stay up until dawn gurning she would still appear in class the next day and answer the teachers questions perfectly with a bored nonchalance about her while I sweated in the seat behind her, fighting a battle that I would inevitably lose to the boys toilets by the eleven o’clock break. 

Alison won’t be studying, but maybe she’s popped a molly without me and is dancing somewhere, singing along to whatever pop song is charting right now and whipping her fiery hair about while I sit here for the eighth night in a row, making my way steadily through a packet of chocolate digestive biscuits that I foraged from the Tengu’s pantry. 

Maybe she’s even getting laid. I peer across the table at Jen and Michelle, pulling faces at one another and arguing over their bullet points for the battle of Stalingrad, and am struck with a reminder of the barren wasteland my sex life has become. It’s been months since I’ve been touched by someone who wasn’t myself and the outlook looks bleak. It’s doubtful that will change any time soon, so while there is every chance Alison is having sex literally right now, the chances for me are worse than being stuck down by a thunderbolt. 

Debra, pokes her head through the door, “I’m off to bed now, loves, is there anything you need before I go?”

Michelle rifles through a handful of flashcards, “No, mam, we’re fine.” 

“Right well, don’t stay up too late.”

“Uh, it’s an all-nighter. That means we’re staying up all night.”

“Well alright, Michelle, there’s no need to take that tone with me.”

“I’m not taking a tone, I'm just explaining something to you.”

“Well I feel like you’re taking a tone, Michelle, and I don’t appreciate it, especially in front of your friend.”

“Him? He’s Jen’s friend, and by the way-”

“Alright!” Jen interrupts, “Goodnight, Debra, we’ll see you in the morning.”

Debra steps back into the living room with a hassled, “Goodnight.”

I glance at Michelle, who stares back at me with the same naked fury simmering in her eyes that has been there since the library, daring me to speak to her, but I couldn't be bothered to traverse that landscape. Not a hope. These days I only speak to her when strictly necessary. I turn back to my books and start pencilling out another equation. 

As the night drags on, my eyelids become weighty as my focus slowly wavers, and Jen, in tandem, becomes lethargic in her seat, head lolling over the back of it, bleary eyes on the cornicing on the ceiling as though they hold the answers to the questions that Michelle is grilling her with. She will resign soon. I flip a page of my maths book and reach for another chocolate biscuit, only for my hand to connect with empty packaging. Did I really eat all that? Oh well, I’m still growing. 

My voice is croaky from disuse when I speak, “You have other snacks?”

Michelle acknowledges me reluctantly, “Cupboard above the microwave.” 

I raid her kitchen for half a packet of cheese tortillas, some penguin bars and some salted peanuts. At the back of the cupboard I spy Michelle’s precious Nutella, of which she started a war against her parents over during those fraught early days of her break up, and for some strange, vengeful moment I feel compelled to unscrew the lid and dunk my whole finger in it, lick it clean and then toss it back, hoping that by the time she notices what I have done I’ll be long gone. 

I return and throw a penguin bar across the spread of papers to Jen, who misses and it thwacks against the wall behind her. She groans at the prospect of picking it up, shifting her body like it is composed of lead and slumping to half heartedly scoop it from the floorboards with limp fingers. “I’m sleepy,” she groans, “I can’t do this anymore.”

Michelle is stern, “You’re not sleepy, you’re fine, just have more sugar.”

“No, I am. I can’t think anymore. I feel drunk.”

“Come on, Jenny,” I say with gentle encouragement as she hoists herself like a sack of potatoes back into the chair, “You can manage, just another hour, huh?”

“An hour? It’s already three in the morning. I can’t.”

Michelle places a hand on Jen’s, still clutching the chocolate, “We just have a few more things to get through, just to make sure we really have the best chance of good marks tomorrow, yeah?”

“And I’m, like, eighty percent through this maths stuff,” I chime in, “I want to have a look over quadratic equations and then just do a quick refresh on trig…”

Jen looks at us as though we’ve gone insane, “Then study that stuff,” she says incredulously, “I’m not stopping you.”

Michelle and I exchange guilty looks. 

“Why do you need me here to study? Are you afraid to be alone in the same room or something? God.”

Jen’s eyes are sunken and heavy, her makeup smudged from where she has been rubbing them, the same way she did as a child when everything got too much for her. “If you don’t let me sleep I am going to break down crying, so either study on your own or stop studying, I don’t care.” She heaves herself from the table and staggers towards the door, “Goodnight, losers. Talk or don’t talk, I couldn’t give less of a shit,” and with a yank on the french doors she is gone. 

And the clock ticks. 

And a page flips. 

And we don’t say a word.

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[nine-of-diamonds]

this post is mildly late bc i was Busy yesterday but!! new CTHL installment :)) — this one's a 4+1 style oneshot of four times an aurecove citizen meets a mer, and one time a meris hollow citizen meets a land person!

you can maybe read it without context from chasing the horizon line but i highly highly suggest reading the that fic first since that's the order it's meant to be read in lol

preview under the cut!

1 (2009, 10 Years Pre-CTHL)

Sunlight glittered across the ocean's surface, the arhythmic crashing of waves providing a chorus to the creaking steps of two travelers along the docks. They were dressed similarly, both in simple retail work uniforms.

The gift shop was an easy, brisk walk ahead—nestled comfortably between two stores, one a dollar store and the other for selling antiques—but the men chose to take their morning trek slow. A good reminder to relish in the beauty of nature, Joe decided, though he knew Bdubs had other reasons, displayed openly as the other man affixed his eyes to the open water.

"Still keepin' an eye out for interesting fish?" Joe questioned.

"Of course," Bdubs replied, punctuating his statement with an animated wave. "If I take my eyes off it for one second I might miss something!"

"You've been saying the same thing for years now—doesn't it seem like the right time to, y'know, change tactics?"

"And risk not—no, I'm going to be patient." Bdubs crossed his arms. "Mama didn't raise no quitter."

"Did she raise someone who sticks with ideas that're not working?" Joe pressed, his lighthearted amusement coming through in an upward inflection. "Maybe if you don't, like, look so hard, luck will just find you."

"As if anyone's just that lucky," Bdubs scoffed, a disbelieving laugh behind it. He shook his head, a glance made to his watch—out of habit more than anything, Joe knew. His expression shifted, though, and he grumbled, "Oh, shoot."

"What is it?"

"I just—I forgot I said I'd help Tango with a thing today."

Joe shot him a curious look. "Can't that wait 'til later?"

With a shake of his head, his coworker insisted, "I need to sleep after work, so no." He plastered on a smile, adding, "But it won't take long! Bdubs perfect redstone never fails."

Joe wondered, knowing Tango, what kind of guinea pig situation his friend had signed himself up for. He'd need to ask about that later, certainly, but for now he just offered back a smile. "See ya at work then, Bdubs. Have fun."

In parting, Bdubs called out, "Yep!"

His company having scampered back toward the main residential area, Joe gave one last smiling pass over the horizon before—scratch that. Near the docks, a humanoid form blatantly stuck out from the water—a teenage boy, it looked like. He tilted his head curiously but didn't otherwise move, to Joe's surprise.

"Howdy there," said Joe.

Only silence answered him for a long moment before the boy forced out, "Um. Hi." 

[mess-of-a-dreamerr]

✨Sorting every Taylor Swift song by year written

(not including covers/features not written or co-written by Taylor)

——————————————————

2002- Can I Go With You?, Lucky You

2003- 4 U, A Little More Like You, A Place In This World, American Boy, Baby Blue, Beautiful Days, Brand New World, Christmas Must Be Something More, Cross My Heart, Didn’t They?, Fire, Gail’s Song, Half-Way To Texas, Honey Baby, Houston Rodeo, I Used To Fly, I’m Only Me When I’m With You, In The Pouring Rain, Kid In The Crowd, Live For The Little Things, Mandolin, Mary Jo, My Turn To Be Me, Never Fade, Not One Day, One More Day, One-Sided Goodbye, Perfectly Good Heart, Point Of View, Ride On, Same Girl, Smokey Black Nights, Spinning Around, Stupid Boy, Sugar, Tennessee, That’s Life, This Here Guitar, What Do You Say?, Why Do You Tell Me?, You Walk Away, Your Heart’s Somewhere Else, Your Picture

2004- All-Night Diner, Angelina, Beautiful Eyes, Bein’ With My Baby, Better Off, By The Way, Check Out This View, Closest To A Cowboy, Crazier, Don’t Hate Me For Loving You, Firefly, Go Slow, Heaven, Her, I Heart ?, Invisible, I Wished On A Plane, Just South Of Knowing Why, Look At You Like That, Me and Britany, Need You Now, Nevermind, Picture To Burn, Scream, Someone Loves You, Songs About You, Stay Beautiful, Teardrops On My Guitar, The Outside, Thinkin’ Bout You, This Is Really Happening, Today, What To Wear, Wildflower, You, Your Anything, Your Face

2004-2005- Anymore, Fall Back On You, Love They Haven’t Thought Up Yet, Made Up You, My Cure + 3 unknown unreleased worktapes and several unfinished songs with Robert Ellis Orral, an unknown unreleased song with Aimee Mayo, & an unfinished song with Jim Beavers

2005- Brought Up That Way, Cold As You, Dark Blue Tennessee, Don’t You, Down Came The Rain, Gracie, I Know What I Want, Long Time Going, Love To Lose, Mary’s Song (Oh My My My), Matches, Nashville, None Of The Above, Our Song, Perfect Have I Loved, Permanent Marker, Pretty Words, R-E-V-E-N-G-E, Rain Song, Sweet Tea & God’s Graces, Tell Me, Ten Dollars And A Six-Pack, That’s When, Thirteen Blocks, Tied Together With A Smile, ‘Til Brad Pitt Comes Along, Tim McGraw, Under My Head, Wait For Me, Welcome Distraction, We Were Happy, Who I’ve Always Been, You All Over Me, You Do + an unknown unreleased song with Mac McAnally

2006- Come In With The Rain, I’d Lie, It’s Still You, Making Up For Lost Love, Should’ve Said No, Sparks Fly, White Horse, You Don’t Have To Call Me

2006-2007- Christmases When You Were Mine

2007- Acting Like A Boy, Best Days Of Your Life, Breathe, Bye Bye Baby, Change, Fearless, Fifteen, I’m Looking Out For You, Superstar, Tell Me Why, The Best Day, The Other Side Of The Door, The Way I Loved You, Too Beautiful, You’re Not Sorry

2008- Drama Queen, Hey Stephen, Jump Then Fall, Love Story, Forever & Always, This One’s Different, Today Was A Fairytale, Two Is Better Than One, You Belong With Me, You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home + an unknown unreleased song with Craig Wiseman

2009- Better Than Revenge, Castles Crumbling, Enchanted, Foolish One, Haunted, His Lies, I Can See You, If This Was A Movie, Last Kiss, Let’s Go, Monologue Song (La La La), Mr. Perfectly Fine, Never Grow Up, Ours, Superman, Thug Story, Timeless, Wonderful Things

2009-2010- Bother Me, Innocent, Someone Just Told Me

2010- Back To December, Dear John, Electric Touch, Long Live, Mean, Mine, Speak Now, Stay Stay Stay, The Story Of Us, When Emma Falls In Love + an unknown unfinished song

2011- Begin Again, Better Man, Cannonball, Eyes Open, I Almost Do, I Bet You Think About Me, Red, Ronan, Sad Beautiful Tragic, Safe & Sound, Starlight, State Of Grace, The Moment I Knew, The Very First Night

2012- 22, Babe, Come Back… Be Here. Everything Has Changed, Forever Winter, Girl At Home, Holy Ground, I Knew You Were Trouble, Message In A Bottle, Nothing New, Run, The Last Time, The Lucky One, This Love, Treacherous, We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together + an unknown unreleased song written by Taylor while in NZ, an unknown unreleased song with Ryan Adams, and an unknown unreleased song with T-Pain

2012-2013- Several unknown unreleased songs written with Harry Styles

2013- All You Had To Do Was Stay, Bad Blood, Blank Space, How You Get The Girl, I Wish You Would, New Romantics, Out Of The Woods, Say Don’t Go, Sweeter Than Fiction, Wildest Dreams, Wonderland

2013-2014- Is It Over Now, “Slut!”, Suburban Legends

2014- Clean, I Know Places, Now That We Don’t Talk, Shake It Off, Style, Welcome To New York, You Are In Love

2015- This Is What You Came For + an unkown unreleased song with Ed Sheeran

2016- Delicate, I Did Something Bad, I Don’t Wanna Live Forever, King Of My Heart, Gorgeous + an unknown unreleased song with Max Martin and Shellback

2017- Call It What You Want, Dancing With Our Hands Tied, Don’t Blame Me, Dress, End Game, Family, Getaway Car, Look What You Made Me Do, New Year’s Day, …Ready For It?, So It Goes, This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

2018- Afterglow, Cruel Summer, Daylight, I Forgot That You Existed, It’s Nice To Have A Friend, Lover, ME!, Only The Young, The Man

2018-2019- Need

2019- All Of The Girls You Loved Before, Beautiful Ghosts, Christmas Tree Farm, Cornelia Street, Death By A Thousand Cuts, False God, I Think He Knows, London Boy, Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince, Paper Rings, Soon You’ll Get Better, The Archer, You Need To Calm Down

2020- august, betty, cardigan, Carolina, champagne problems, closure, coney island, cowboy like me, dorthea, epiphany, evermore, exile, gold rush, happiness, illicit affairs, invisible string, ivy, it’s time to go, long story short, mad woman, marjorie, mirrorball, my tears ricochet, no body, no crime, right where you left me, seven, the 1, the lakes, the last great american dynasty, this is me trying, ‘tis the damn season, tolerate it, willow

2021- Anti-Hero, Bejeweled, Dear Reader, High Infidelity, Hits Different, Karma, Labyrinth, Maroon, Mastermind, Midnight Rain, Paris, Renegade, Sweet Nothing, The Great War, Question…?, Vigilante Shit, Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve, You’re Losing Me, You’re On Your Own, Kid

2022- Bigger Than The Whole Sky, Glitch, Lavender Haze, Snow On The Beach, The Alcott

2022-2024 (upcoming releases)- But Daddy I Love Him, Clara Bow, Down Bad, Fortnight, Florida!!!, Fresh Out The Slammer, Guilty As Sin?, I Can Do It With A Broken Heart, I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can), loml, My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys, So Long, London, The Albatross, The Alchemy, The Black Dog, The Bolter, The Manuscript, The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived, The Tortured Poets Department, Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me?

[devilish-mirage]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊

angst ⛈️ | 🍧 fluff

sexual theme ❤️‍🔥 | ❤️‍🩹 dark theme

Others 💫

pick your chambers

Moon Knights (2022)

Addiction ⛈️🍧 | Steven G.

You realize there's something more addicting than marijuana.

Heaven ❤️‍🩹 | Jake L.

They say, "all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you." and that's exactly what Jake did.

Him & I ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥 | Jake L.

In the end, the things that mattered was just you and him.

Habits ⛈️ | Marc S.

He always comes back no matter how much he act as if he hates you.

Blessing in Disguise ⛈️❤️‍🔥🍧 | Marc S.

He came back just as you expected him to do but this time he's not here to get his wound treated.

Can't Remember to Forget You 🍧 | MK boys.

No matter how long time has passed Marc can't seem to forget you and you feel the exact same thing.

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In which you accidentally sent your nudes to your cute co-worker then things started to take a turn.

Jealousy ❤️‍🔥 | Marc S.

You love that look on his face. You must say, jealousy has never looked this good on a person until you've seen it on his face.

Lucky 🍧 | Marc S.

Marc gotta keep his hand to himself but how could he when you looked like that?

Gray 🍧 | Steven G.

The color gray reminded you of Steven but in the best way possible.

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It's a lovely evening and Marc decided to reminisce about the past with you.

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A boring night at the inventory with Steven somehow turned into a rather interesting row of events when you discovered just how easily flustered your co-worker really is.

Marc's gift box 🍧❤️‍🔥 | Marc S.

Marc had planned to spend the night with you in a wonderful romantic dinner at your favorite restaurant and you decided to gave him a pink box with a small remote inside as a present.

Layla ⛈️ | Marc S.

You've loved him for many years, and can't help but wished that you were her because she's got him mesmerized while you die.

Drabble bubble

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No one knows about this side of yours, well, that is until he found out.

Scrunchie 🍧 | Jake L.

Your hair is distracting you but you're glad someone has noticed it too.

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They were captured but they looked at ease, well that's because you've got their back.

Avatar (2009/2022)

Drabble bubble

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You despise that man but why is your body betraying you?

Mira's brainrot

Moon knight's fantasy AU

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Twenty

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends!!

I cannot believe we are 20 chapters into this!! Thank you so much for your continued support for this fic. I love this version of them and LOVE hearing what you think about their story <3

20 chapters down...who knows how many to go!!

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March 2009

“Shouldn’t we be doing something?” 

Emily rolls her eyes, shifting carefully in the bed so she didn’t disturb Jack as he slept between them, “We are doing something.” 

“We’re just laying here.” 

She turns on her side to face him, resting her head on her hand as she looks up at him, “Exactly. It’s called relaxing.” She smiles and leans over the sleeping toddler to press a kiss to Aaron’s cheek, “It’s what Sundays are for.” 

Aaron looks at her indulgently as her attention shifts to Jack, the little boy moves towards Emily in his sleep, his head against her chest as she lays back down and pulls him against her.

“I suppose we should wait until he wakes up,” Aaron says, reaching over and running his fingers through his son’s hair, “When did he move to our bed anyway?” 

Emily smiles at him before she kisses the top of Jack’s head, “He had a nightmare,” she explains, “He woke me up and asked if I could give him one of my magic hugs.” 

Aaron frowns at the mention of a nightmare, “You could have woken me up, sweetheart?” 

She shrugs as if it was nothing, “We were ok.” 

Aaron smiles and moves closer to them and puts his arm around them. He leans in to kiss her, his hand on her cheek as he holds her in place. 

“He loves you,” he says, stamping another kiss against her lips before he pulls back to look at her, “We both do.” 

“The feeling is definitely mutual,” she replies, glancing down at the little boy fast asleep on her chest, “I’m just glad he trusts me.” 

“Of course, he does, Em,” he says, “You’ve always been amazing with kids,” he pauses, unsure if he should say what he wants to, but he clears his throat and pushes forward anyway, “You’re going to be an amazing mom one day.” 

She smiles widely at him, her flushed cheeks aching with it. It had been two weeks since she’d found out about Matthew's death and everything that came with it. Aaron had found her outside the church and looked after her, listening as she spoke about the friend she still felt like she’d let down. Their conversation as Aaron held her close to warm her back up had ended with them agreeing that children were part of their future. Something they both wanted with each other. 

She sometimes wondered if this whole thing was going too fast. If she was getting carried away less than a year into a relationship because she finally found someone who understood and loved every part of her. But she pushed those concerns away, happy to love him and be loved by him. This man who had been hiding in plain sight all along everything she never believed she’d have. 

“Thanks,” she replies, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. 

“I mean it,” he says, kissing her temple, “Any kid would be lucky to have you as a mother.” 

She shakes her head at him, the compliment warming her from the inside out, “And any kid, just like this one,” she says, resting her cheek against the top of Jack’s head, “Would be lucky to have you.” 

___

Emily groans as there is a knock on the front door. She gives herself a moment to breathe through vicious nausea before she sits and then stands up from the couch. Morning sickness, something she thinks might be the most poorly named thing of all time, had kicked in almost as soon as she found out she was pregnant. At first, she’d thought it was psychosomatic, but now she could barely be around most of her favourite foods let alone considering eating them. 

There’s another knock at the door just as she reaches it, and she looks through the peephole to see Haley and Jack on the other side. 

“Haley, hi,” she says, pulling the door open, “Come in.” She watches as Haley looks around, trying to see if Aaron was home, “Aaron had to go to work for a few hours,” she looks down to Jack, dutifully standing next to his mother, and winks, “So it will just be us and Sergio for a little while.” 

Jack beams and rushes towards her, hitting her with some force that makes her wince, her injuries from the car crash still sore, and she breathlessly chuckles as she ruffles his hair. 

“Careful with Emily, Jack,” Haley gently chastises as she walks in, closing the apartment door behind her, “She’s still hurt from that accident a few weeks ago, remember?” 

Jack pulls back, his eyes wide with horror, “I’m sorry, Em’ly.” 

“It’s ok, sweet boy. Sergio was sleeping on your bed the last time I saw him,” Emily says, smiling at the little boy, “Why don’t you go see if he’s still there?” 

Jack nods excitedly, any upset at the prospect of hurting her gone as quickly as it appeared, and he turns back to look at his mother, “Bye Mommy,” he takes off at a run, and both Emily and Haley speak in unison. 

“Careful on the stairs, Jack.” 

They look at each other and smile, an awkward tension filling the air that Emily hates feeling in her own home. They chuckle when Jack makes it to his room, yelling out the kitten's name in delight as he’s reunited with his furry friend. Emily stands up straight and her stomach lurches, and she has to clench her fists to stop herself from laying her hand on her belly, not wanting to give anything away about her pregnancy. 

“Thank you so much for taking him, my sister got tickets to this event and…well I don’t remember the last time I went on a night out,” Haley says, smiling as she looks around their apartment, noting the new pictures on the wall that had been put up since the last time she’d been here.

“It’s ok,” Emily says, turning to face the fridge to give herself a moment to try and breathe out slowly, her stomach rolling at the scent of Haley’s perfume, her morning sickness playing havoc with her no matter the time of day, “We went out on New Year last year so it’s only fair.” 

“I remember Aaron saying you were a little worse for wear the next morning,” Haley says, with something that sounds a little too close to judgement edging into her voice. Emily knows she won’t mean it, that it’s just an attempt at conversation. Something that, between the two of them, could still be a little strained at times when they weren’t discussing Jack. Usually, Emily could see past it. Could accept that on some level she’d always be the villain in part of Haley’s story, the woman who Aaron moved on with quickly, but between the exhaustion and the raging hormones she finds it harder than usual. 

She chuckles politely, swallowing back bile and a comment about how Aaron had fucked her that night exactly where Haley was currently standing. Instead, she turns and smiles at the other woman in a way she’s sure her mother would be proud of. 

“He wasn’t much better himself,” she says instead, “Do you want a drink? If you want to wait to see him it might be a little while, Strauss was insistent he went in.” 

“It would be nice to say Happy New Year,” Haley says, stepping towards the kitchen counter and taking a seat on one of the stools, “Coffee maybe? Gods knows I’ll need it to stay awake until midnight.” 

Emily chuckles and nods, turning to grab a cup to pour her some, “Of course, I’ll just grab you the Splenda.” She places the cup of coffee down in front of her and walks the short distance to the pantry.

“You’re not having any?” Haley asks curiously, watching as Emily places the coffee pot back down without pouring herself a cup. 

Emily freezes for a moment before the grabs the box of Splenda packets and passes them to Haley.

“I’ve already had some this morning,” she lies, hoping Haley doesn’t see through it, her nausea increasing at the mere thought of drinking coffee, “I think I’ll just have some water.” She turns to walk towards the fridge but accidentally knocks over the box of Splenda packets as she opens the fridge door, as well as her purse that was also on the countertop. “Shit.” 

She swore she’d become more clumsy since she fell pregnant. Her exhaustion and almost constant sickness left her prone to knocking things over, her usual dexterity seemingly long gone. She grumbles under her breath as she leans down to pick up the tiny packets. 

“Oh, let me help you,” Haley says, already on her feet and kneeling down to help before Emily can refuse. 

It’s a combination of everything. The nausea she’d been pushing down all morning made worse by leaning down. The smell of the coffee and the floral scent of Haley’s perfume. All rolling into one massive lurch of her stomach that forces her to cover her mouth as she stands up quickly, the feeling burning up her throat. 

“Excuse me,” she mutters from behind her hand, not worrying for a brief moment about how this looked, what Haley could interpret from it, all of her focus on not throwing up on her fiancé’s ex-wife as she rushes towards the downstairs bathroom. 

“Emily?” Haley watches her go, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she hears the bathroom door open and then slam close. She grimaces in sympathy as she hears Emily throw up and picks up the rest of the packets of sweetener from the floor. 

When she stands up straight she sees the fridge door is still open, and places her hand to close it, but she stops, frozen in place as her eyes catch the line of neatly organised cans of ginger ale. Aaron hated it, she knew that. It was something she’d always teased him about whenever he was sick, her eyebrow raised at him as she told him he’d feel better if he drank the stuff but he always refused. 

Which meant it was Emily’s. 

She closes the door to the fridge and shakes her head, trying to rid herself of the brief, almost ridiculous idea that crosses her mind, not fully understanding the anger that comes with it. She blows out a breath and spots Emily’s purse still on the floor, she kneels down and picks it up, careful as she puts stray lipstick and coins that had scattered across the floor back into it. She’s just about to stand up again when she spots a small white card on the floor that was face down. She picks it up and turns it over, her heart skipping a beat in her chest as she looks at it, her hand over he mouth as she tries to capture a gasp. 

It was an ultrasound scan with Emily’s name on it dated two weeks ago. Everything slots into place. The exhaustion she’d noticed on Emily’s face the moment she walked in. The obvious nausea. The ginger ale in the fridge.

The way Jack had told her Aaron told him they had to be extra careful with Emily for a while, something she had put down to the car accident she’d been in. 

“What are you doing?” 

She looks up to see Emily standing just a few paces in front of her, her hands on her hips and her eyes wide as she realises what is in Haley’s hands. 

Fury that Haley knows on some level she has no right to feel flares up in her chest, her jaw tense as she holds the ultrasound a little tighter. 

“Are you…pregnant?” She asks, answering Emily’s question with another question. 

Emily sighs, rubbing at the bridge of her nose, “Yes,” she answers simply, walking over and taking the ultrasound from Haley’s hands, straightening out the slight crease that had formed from how tightly the other woman had been holding it, “Yes I am.” 

They fall into an awkward silence, the air thick around them as neither knows what to say next. The seconds feel like they drag on for an age, and Emily places the scan down on the counter. 

“Look, Haley-”

“Were you going to tell me?” Haley asks, her arms tight across her chest as she stares at Emily. 

Emily lets out a humourless laugh, “Of course we were, but we’ve only known a couple of weeks and…we wanted to keep it to ourselves for a while.” She can feel her own temper rising, matching that of the woman on the other side of her kitchen counter, and she hates that she feels like she has to justify this, justify her happiness, in her own home. 

“Was this planned?” Haley asks without meaning to, the unexpected news and her anger clouding her judgement. 

Emily stares at her for a moment, her tongue sticking out to wet her lower lip as she considers her answer, choosing her words carefully, “Not that it’s really any of your business-”

“Not my business? My son-”

“Your son is upstairs,” Emily says quietly, but firmly, swallowing thickly against the anger she is fighting a losing battle with as it climbs up her chest, “And I don’t think this is how any of us want him to find out he’s having a sibling,” she waits for a moment and Haley relents, nodding sharply before Emily carries on, “This was planned, it happened a little quicker than we thought it would, but we’re happy.” 

It feels like a punch to the gut and it leaves Haley feeling breathless. Emotions she thought she’d buried long ago about Aaron and his new life breaking free, rising from their graves even more vicious than they had been before she’d put them there. She shakes her head and laughs bitterly, forcing back tears as she takes out her anger on the one person who she knows doesn’t deserve it. 

“Of course, it happened quickly,” she says, clenching her teeth, “I guess that confirms I was the problem all along when we were trying to have Jack.” 

Emily blows out a breath, guilt making her stomach twist in a whole different way than what she’d become used to over the last few weeks. She’d said to Aaron already that they’d have to approach telling Haley carefully for that exact reason, well aware that one of the, many, strains on his marriage to her had been their difficulty in conceiving Jack. 

It’s why this was the furthest thing from what she had wanted. 

 “Haley-”

“It isn’t enough that you stole my husband and that my son is obsessed with you? You’re all he’ll talk about, did you know that?” She spits out, her anger free flowing now it had started to escape, something she wouldn’t be able to stop if she tried, “Now you have to seal the deal by apparently being the most fertile woman on the planet.” 

Emily is silent for a moment, stunned by the insults she’s sure Haley had held back ever since Aaron told her he’d moved on. It feels like whatever friendship they’d tentatively built, held together by love for both Aaron and Jack, is in pieces on the floor around them. 

“I…I didn’t steal, Aaron, Haley,” she chokes out, the need to clarify that more important than anything else, “You two were divorced before we got together. And I’m the one who…” she drifts off, not sure that mentioning now that Aaron had made the first move, that she’d been worried she would be his rebound, was a good idea, “I didn’t steal him.” 

Haley scoffs, “I guess you can’t steal what was probably always yours anyway.” 

Emily feels tears burning at the back of her eyes, her pregnancy and the hormones that came along with it already destroying her ability to compartmentalise in the way she’d always been so proud of. 

“I think you should go,” Emily says, clearing her throat when her voice shakes, the sound seemingly enough to snap Haley out of whatever wave of anger she’d been swept under, “I’ll tell Aaron you said hi.” 

Haley feels her cheeks burning, her words playing over in her head as a breath stutters out her lungs, wishing she could take back what she’d said, “Emily-”

“Please,” Emily says, walking towards the door and opening it, “We’ll make sure Jack is back tomorrow at the agreed time.” 

Haley stares at her for a second and nods, pausing at the door and looking at Emily, who was looking anywhere but at Haley’s face. “I’m sorry.” 

Emily nods, her jaw tight as she stops herself from accepting an apology she wasn’t quite ready to hear yet. “See you tomorrow, Haley.” 

___

Aaron is greeted by the sound of the tv when he walks in the door, a cartoon that Jack was obsessed with on the screen, the volume turned all the way down. 

“Jack?” He asks, smiling when his son’s face appears from over the back of the sofa, his eyes bright, “Where’s Emily?” He looks around, surprised that his fiancée was nowhere to be found, and Jack puts his finger over his lips, shushing him. 

“She’s sleeping,” he whispers, pointing to the rest of the couch. 

Aaron’s smile widens as he walks closer and sees Emily curled up on half of the couch, a cushion pulled against her chest as she sleeps. 

“Em’ly tired,” Jack says, and Aaron looks at his son and nods before he kisses the top of his head. 

“Yes, buddy, she is,” he replies, happiness filling his chest at the knowledge of why Emily struggled to stay awake without at least one nap a day at the moment, the tiny baby in her stomach making its presence well known, “Why don’t you go find Sergio for me, and I’ll wake Emily up so we can sort dinner?”

Jack is up and moving before Aaron even finishes his sentence, the cat a handy tool to distract his son if they needed it, Jack’s gentle love for Sergio something that both he and Emily loved to watch.

Aaron waits until his son is out of earshot and he kneels down next to Emily’s head, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he speaks, “Em, sweetheart?” 

She mutters something incoherent and frowns before she opens her eyes, blinking a few times to clear her vision, “Did I fall asleep again?”

He smiles and kisses her forehead again before he stands, encouraging her to sit up so he can slide in next to her on the couch. 

“Yes, you did,” he replies, pulling her in to lean against his side, “Baby giving you trouble?”

She hums, “Like you wouldn’t believe,” she pauses for a second and then sits up, “Oh my god, Jack-”

“Is fine. He was watching TV and is now chasing Sergio around somewhere,” he says calmly, and she smiles sleepily at him. 

“That cat and his obsession with the Hotchners,” she quips, rolling her eyes jokingly, “You wouldn’t know I’m the one who rescued him.” 

Aaron pulls her back into his side and runs his hand up and down her arm, “How was Haley when she dropped Jack off?” He asks idly, but he feels how Emily tenses against him instead of answering, the silence around them louder than any response she could have given, “Em?” 

“It was fine,” she says, and it's too quick even to her ears and she sighs, her forehead pressed against his shoulder before she pulls back to look at him, “She knows I’m pregnant.” 

It’s his turn to be silent, the deep line between his brow forming as he frowns, “What? I thought we said…” 

“I didn’t tell her,” Emily says, leaning forward, her elbows on her knees as she buries her face in her hands, “The smell of her perfume made my nausea kick in and when I got out of the bathroom she had the ultrasound picture in her hands, it must have fallen out of my purse,” she swallows thickly, “She was…upset. She said some things,” she can hear her heartbeat in her head as she tries to push back tears, frustrated that she’s so upset over something that would usually, at most, piss her off, “I asked her to leave.” 

Aaron feels his heart fall to his stomach, “Em-”

“It’s always going to be like this isn’t it?” She asks, lifting her head from her hands as she looks at him with shining eyes, “No matter what we do, we’re always going to have to consider her and how she feels. And it’s just…it’s not fair, Aaron. I know that’s fucking juvenile. But I’m pregnant, and I’m so happy, but the first person who found out is your ex-wife and she may as well have called me a home-wrecking whore.” 

“She called you a what?” He grits out through his teeth, anger at his ex-wife that he hadn’t felt in quite some time burning in his lungs. 

“She didn’t say it in so many words,” Emily clarifies, wiping a tear from her cheek, “But the implication was there.” 

“Em,” he says, reaching out for her and placing his hand on her knee, “What did she say to you?” 

She sighs, “She-”

“Daddy, Emily - me and Sergio are hungry!” 

Emily sighs and rests her forehead against his shoulder, breathing him in an attempt to calm herself down. He’d stopped wearing his cologne because he knew it made her feel sick, so instead all she smells is him. 

“Later,” she says, pulling away to smile at him. He opens his mouth to argue with her, but she shakes her head, reaching for his hand and linking their fingers together, “Later, I promise.” 

“Daddy!” 

She smiles as Jack shouts louder this time, as if that would make them move quicker, “Come on, honey,” she says, standing up and tugging him up with her, “Let's go feed the monsters.” 

___

Aaron takes Jack back to Haley’s by himself the next morning.

Emily’s nausea was always at its worst at the start and the end of the day, so he’d left her in bed with a can of ginger ale and some crackers, covering a laugh as she lamented that it was his fault she was sick this New Year's Day. Her illness down to her pregnancy as opposed to all the tequila she had consumed last year. 

He’d barely slept. His mind whirring with everything Emily had told him about her fraught conversation with Haley. She’d fallen asleep against him afterwards, tears neither of them addressed soaking through the thin material of his t-shirt. He wondered if he’d taken it for granted. If he’d just assumed that because Haley and Emily got along it was something that would always stay that way. 

Maybe he’d underestimated how much Haley was still hurting, too caught up in his own happiness. 

He sighs as he knocks on the door to the house he used to live in, laughing as his son bounces from foot to foot next to him. 

“I told you to go to the bathroom before we left,” he says, raising his eyebrow at his son.

“I didn’t need to go then,” Jack replies, a tone in his voice that sounded a little like Emily. The door opens and Jack rushes in, “Hi Mommy, Bye Daddy.” 

“Bye Jack,” Aaron says, shaking his head at the little boy as he runs into the house before he looks up at his ex-wife. She looks a little worse for wear, the same bleariness in her eyes he recognised from their college days when they were hungover but could push through it. She’s still got last night’s makeup under her eyes, “Fun last night?” 

“Yeah,” she replies, flashing him a tight smile, “It was good, thanks again for having him.” 

“He’s my son, Haley. You know we’re always happy to have him,” he says, his hands in his jeans pockets as he looks at her, unsure of what to say now he was here.

“No Emily today?” She asks, attempting to sound casual, her eyes flicking between him and the empty car on the driveway. 

“She didn’t feel up to it,” he replies, and Haley sighs. 

“She told you,” she says, looking down to the porch and her bare feet, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment. 

“Of course, she told me, Haley,” he says, “That’s what you do in a relationship.”

“We never did that, towards the end,” she replies sharply, looking back up at him. 

“Well, let's say that I’ve learnt from my past mistakes,” he responds carefully, staring at her for a second before he carries on, “You really upset her.” 

“Aaron-”

“And whatever you think of me, of how I handled things, you leave her out of it,” he says firmly, making sure he isn’t crossing any lines Emily wouldn’t thank him for later, well aware of his fiancée’s hyper independence and her insistence she didn’t need protecting, “She’s done nothing wrong, and she certainly doesn’t the stress now she’s-”

“Pregnant,” Haley cuts over him. She crosses her arms over her chest and blows out a steady breath, “Look, you don’t need to read me the riot act. Jess already did that last night.” 

Aaron raises an eyebrow, “She did?” 

“Yes,” Haley replies, “I already knew I was in the wrong she just…confirmed it for me. Emily didn’t deserve that, and neither do you, and I am sorry,” she clears her throat, “And when Emily is ready to hear it I’ll say it to her too.” He waits, watching her carefully as he tries to see if she’s lying, and she chuckles, “You don’t have to profile me, Aaron. I mean it. I reacted out of anger and upset because something we struggled with happened so easily for you and her.” 

He nods, smiling through his embarrassment at being caught out trying to read her. “Well, I’m sorry you found out that way. It’s not what we planned.” 

“That’s ok,” she says shaking it off, “Emily looked green. It’s impressive she lasted as long as she did without throwing up.” 

He laughs, “She said it was your perfume, I’ve had to stop wearing my cologne.” 

Haley laughs and then grimaces at the pounding in her head, “Taken down by your fiancé’s ex-wife’s perfume that you bought her. That’s some twisted irony,” she says, and they exchange a smile, “You should get her something minty. Either mint tea or gum. Even candy. They helped me get through the first trimester.” 

He remembers it now she’s said it. Their panty full to the brim with anything mint-flavoured until the nausea passed, “Thanks, Haley,” he says, smiling at her, “I should go.” 

“Of course,” she says, and they exchange goodbyes. He’s at the bottom of the porch steps when she speaks again, “Aaron?”

He turns back to look at her, car keys already in hand. Keen to get back to the woman he loves and look after her, “Yeah?” 

“Congratulations,” she says, “On the baby.” 

“Thanks,” he replies, smiling widely like she hadn’t seen him smile in years, and he gets into his car before driving away back to the home he shared with another woman. 

Haley blows out a steady breath as she closes the front door behind her, and she hears her phone chime from across the room. She walks towards it and sees a text on the screen from a man, Michael, who she’d met the night before. Jessica had pressured her into giving him her number, and at the time she’d just done it to appease her sister. She puts her phone down before she shakes her head at herself, picking it back up and sending a quick response before she can talk herself out of it. 

Aaron was happy. It was time she tried to find happiness for herself too. 

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Fandom List 1 — Whumpy Works created for the Multimedia Summer Exchange in the Whumplovers Collaborate server

This list features Whumpy art and writing for the following fandoms: Batman — All Media Types, Arrow (TV 2012), Star Wars — All Media Types, Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Umbrella Academy (TV), Good Omens (TV), White Collar (TV 2009), Percy Jackson & Related Fandoms — All Media Types, Teen Wolf, The Professionals (TV 1977), MCU

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Fandom: Batman — All Media Types

Writing

Lament of the Fallen by Llisona

Tim makes a mistake. He carelessly spoke a few words that nearly caused the downfall of Gotham, However, it came with a life-changing discovery. Like Pandora's Box, beneath all the tragedy was the gentle light of hope.

Lament of the Living by Llisona

There's a new drug in town called Dolor Tristitiae, and Dick is oh so lucky to get dosed with it. Feeling the worst he has in ages, he wanders to a place he hasn't visited in far too long. But what happens when the Red Hood makes an appearance?

Little Bird in a Frozen Nest by Llisona 

Mr. Freeze's villainous plans are progressing rather well (despite the hired help's incompetence), and the night looks like it will pass smoothly. Or at least it would've if a little Robin hadn't stumbled upon his operation. This makes things a whole lot more complicated.

Suffer for the Sacrifice by Llisona 

Jason's kidnapped right under the Bats' wings, and he knows what comes next. Unfortunately for him, Black Mask wants it drawn out.

Hope So Fragile by Llisona

Dick has fallen into the hands of traffickers who have no qualms about keeping this piece of merchandise in one piece.

Deck the Halls by Rookblonkorules

It's Christmas time and Cassandra has taken it upon herself to track down an errant member of the family.

the making of a family by Rookblonkorules

Jason did something stupid. He made a mistake and now he wasn't sure of his place in the family anymore.

Past Experience by Rookblonkorules

He thinks he might be dying.

Again.

Lights, Camera... Action! by Rookblonkorules

When Bruce finds himself in a difficult situation, he plans to sit tight until an opportunity to free himself comes.

That's not what happens.

run away to mars by deargalileo

there was someone in his apartment. someone on his nice new couch, bleeding out. jason's couch, that was specifically not available to bleeding birdies.

The boy's too young- by ilike_color @graham-cracker-guillotine

-to be singing the blues.

Damian is dying. Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne's biological son, is dying. Damian Wayne Al Ghul, Jason Todd's baby brother, is dying.

Jason can only pray he saves him in time.

No light, no light by ilike_color @graham-cracker-guillotine

On the one day everyone (and he means everyone) is out of town, Bruce Wayne gets kidnapped. Not Brucie. Not Batman. Bruce Wayne. To make matters worse, no one knows he's by himself in Gotham, something he was regretting terribly right now.

Is he going to get himself out in time or will this be the end to Bruce Wayne?

Burning up and breaking down by ilike_color @graham-cracker-guillotine

Jason was so tired. Actually, he was past tired and just plain exhausted. The sweltering Gotham heat was not helping. He would do anything for a nap. Just five hours of sleep and he would be good to go. Three. Three hours of sleep, even.

The Color Yellow Is No Longer Allowed Near Jason. Ever. by KnightRadiant16

Jason gets into a fight with Bruce and two days later he's killing innocents. These two things have nothing to do with each other. Jason's only hope is that his family realizes this before it's too late.

Gotham’s A Terrible Place For A Child by ProfessorWorm

Bruce Wayne finds an injured Jason Todd trying to steal his tires and takes him home. Please check the tags and warnings before reading.

Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012)

Writing

Seeing Red by Rookblonkorules

Roy Harper recovers in the company of strangers.

Fandom: Star Wars — All Media Types

Writing

I'll Take My Heart Clean Apart (If it Helps Yours Beat) by shadowhuntingdauntlessdemigod

In which everyone blames Fox for the Senate bombings. Everyone except his brothers, who, almost frustratingly so, keep trying to convince him otherwise.

On the Road to Corvus by POTFFAN 

Set in an alternate universe where Ahsoka agrees to train Grogu, the former Jedi is finding it difficult to connect with her padawan.

Especially when his former protector shows up sick and injured.

Oh to own my soul by Livingblurr @livingblurr

He couldn’t, no, it was just a trick. He couldn’t stand another time where his body was betraying him. He had to put an end to it.

Or

Rex goes undercover as pleasure slave during their covert mission on Zygerria. The aftermath is far from pretty.

We work with what we have by Wolviecat

The infirmary was quiet, clean, empty. Everything was in it's place, nothing planed for the next couple of days. Mercy was sleeping in one of the cots. He should know there are troubles nearby.

Art

Sasha's Treat by Anonymous

WolvieCat's Treat by Anonymous 

Novemberrain's Treat by Anonymous

Behind enemy lines by John_in_Art

Stranded behind the enemy lines, there were little Kix could do that to stop the bleeding, make sure he’s not in pain, and hope Rex is strong enough to survive until they would be found.

(Inspired by s02e10 The Deserter)

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Writing

loved you never (mourning forever) by pineapple_vel

Steve's fine. He's always fine, he's the one who takes the hits and gets back up. Sure, this might be a harder hit than most, but he'll manage... as long as no one else catches on. (Jonathan might ruin that for him.)

Delicately Intertwined by pineapple_vel

After so long apart, and with everything that's happened, Jonathan's just eager to see his both of his partners alive and well. The 'well' part turns out to be highly debatable, and not as easily fixable as Jonathan would like it to be.

Jump into the fire (for the ones you love) by Siegrrun @siegrrun

The credits started to roll and Steve opened his mouth to suggest dinner. And that's when he heard the scream.

Or, There's a fire in the mall. And one of Steve's kids is missing

Fevered Dreams by Siegrrun @siegrrun

Steve talked in his sleep. It was something Joyce noticed very quickly.

Or, Steve has a fever. Joyce takes care of him.

Art

Fin's Treat by Anonymous

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy (TV)

Writing

to be loved (is a wonderful thing indeed) by Rookblonkorules 

Five can't accept that, this time, they might actually be safe.

when the cards are down by Rookblonkorules

And he wishes that he could say “I’m fine” and he wishes that that could be the truth, but the truth is, Klaus hasn’t been fine for a very long time.

Diego Hurries His Ass Up by KlanceMcMullet 

A scene rewrite of Klaus's rescue/Eudora's no longer death scene. I did my best here to keep the ending of the scene mostly consistent with the show's.

Mind Control by Siegrrun @siegrrun

Five doesn't remember falling asleep. But he does remember- Blood coating his hands, his face, his hair.

Or, Five was under mind control. This is the aftermath.

Fandom: Good Omens (TV)

Writing

To Walk Through Heaven by Siegrrun @siegrrun

The truth was, being in heaven hurt.

Or, Heaven is a holy place. It shouldn't come as a surprise that being there would be quite painful for demons. Takes place at the end of s1

Where's My Angel by KnightlyCross (unearthed_loverboy)

Inspired by Where's My Love - SYML

Art

Crowley's Night Alone (ART) by chreemy_froot

(Art only) The demon had stumbled over his feet in the alley, a strong haze creeping in through his peripheral. Blood gushed from the wounds canvassing his body, bruises splattered like paint beneath the demon's suit. Crowley's sodden clothing had stuck to his limbs like a second skin the moment rain pounded the city around him, mixing with tears and washing the blood from his hair as the world went dark.

Fandom: White Collar (TV 2009)

Writing

keep your head above water (just a little longer) by Mayflower12

Every once in a while Neal spaces out, headache making it hard to think, forgets to paddle, and is rewarded with a lung full of water. Exhaustion weighs on his limbs like rocks threatening to drag him under.

But he can’t give up, any moment now Peter will come and take him home. El will make him something nice and warm and then he can fall asleep in his wonderfully soft bed…

He slips below the surface.

“Peter, I…” by Silver_Treats (SuperSilverSpy), SuperSilverSpy 

Peter didn’t even notice that Neal had been shot.

“You have five hours” bySilver_Treats (SuperSilverSpy), SuperSilverSpy

Neal got kidnapped, and his captors mean business…

Peter gets to watch ✨

Fandom: Percy Jackson & Related Fandoms — All Media Types

Writing

When It's Dire by pineapple_vel

Percy's got to be tired; he's been doing this all day. Annabeth just has to get to him, and then it'll all be fine.

The Goddess Of Love Built A Maze (We Think) by KnightlyCross (unearthed_loverboy) 

Annabeth ends up at Percy's apartment, and so does Aphrodite, Goddess of Love. Together, Percy and Annabeth go on a mission for Aphrodite's lost girdle.

Art

Nullify's Treat by Anonymous 

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Writing

Back Again by FoofsterRoonie @foofsterroonie @foofsterwolf

You know you have to do this. It’s the only way to keep him safe,” The more aggressive man kneels in front of him, a smile on his face. That information is the only thing keeping him going. If he stops, he will lose someone else. He can’t do that.

Stiles survives being tortured but finds the battle isn't over yet.

Art

Foofster's Treat by Anonymous 

Fandom: The Professionals (TV 1977)

Writing

99percent’s Whump Gift by The11tailed

Gift for 99.

Missing Scene for the11tailed by Biarritz

The whump that should have happened in "The Purging of CI5".

Fandom: MCU

Writing

Shock Symptoms by Aquamaris @aquamaris

Peter's encounter with The Shocker goes a little bit differently than he anticipates.

adie syndrome by vicspeaks

[Daredevil fic]

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Snippets of Life (Reality) Masterlist

all that you are (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: “I don’t want to speak for him too much,” he says. “We’re best friends, arch enemies, husbands, business partners, partners in crime, soul mates, just mates, who the fuck knows?”

Snippets of life: this is what they are to each other.

Bits and Pieces of Our Lives (ao3) - Ablissa

Summary: Little snippets taken out of the lives of Dan and Phil, set at different points in time.

Cross Your Fingers, Here We go (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: One day it would happen; Phil didn’t know if today or next month or next year, only that one day it would be like any other milestone they’d achieved together, the inertia of a too-big love in a very lucky life.

for what it's worth, it was worth all the while (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: UK tour is over and Europe calls. Snippets and musings from the Interactive Introverts tour.

-

He manages maybe one or two hours of sleep. 

When Dan wakes up, bright-eyed and smiling, Phil says he slept fantastically and takes the coldest shower he can to make it look like that could be the case. 

here we are (ao3) - jackiednp

Summary: dan wants to say i love you (snippets from when dan and phil first met)

Home is Where We Love (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: A mini snippet into the lives of Dan and Phil Howell-Lester and their children.

Moving Day (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: Little looks into the many different times Phil Lester has moved house.

A fic about boxes and change.

Paper Thin Charade (ao3) - ShoutingIntoTheVoid

Summary: Snippets throughout Dan and Phil's life showing moments they have almost revealed their relationship and had to cover it up.

Also shows Dan struggling with his sexuality and people finding out about their relationship and becoming more confident over time.

Pillow Talk - somelikeitpink

Summary: Snippets of their timeline shared in their bedroom.

Small pieces in love (ao3) - Secret_kingdom

Summary: A collection of moments showing Dan and Phil's relationship through the years.

so glad you're here. (ao3) - schnaf

Summary: Dan is travelling through time. - It's 2009 and Dan is on the way to Manchester to meet his crush. It's 2019 and Dan is on his way back to London to be reunited with his boyfriend.

The Pianist And The Man Who Understood Him - six-foot-two-phanchild

Summary: Dan has Asperger’s. Phil has depression.Thus is a chronological series of snippets of their lives.

they grew up so nicely, didn't they? (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Cornelia doesn’t just get a boyfriend when she starts dating Martyn, she gets a whole second family too. Kath and Nigel welcome her with open arms and she becomes a pseudo older sister to Phil.

She is there watching from the sidelines as a boy bolts right into Phil’s heart and sets up camp. She gets to watch as Dan and Phil build careers and an internet community and all the trials and tribulations, as well as the pride and happiness, it brings along.

You Are the Only One (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Little snippets of Dan and Phil's lives from meeting to marriage based off the lyrics of Ed Sheeran's "One" from both Dan and Phil's POV. Some angst with mainly fluff and a happy ending.

you're good for my soul, it's true (ao3) - t_hens

Summary: ways Dan has helped Phil cope with his anxiety over the years.