#not a mirror selfie what a treat wow

[apnourry]

only listening to ghost songs will cure me

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

Emily in Paris - Season 3: Quotes

- “You’ll be hearing from our lawyers. (Emily) - So you’re suing me for not calling you?” (Alfie) (Episode 2)

- “I didn’t realize what I had until I lost it.” (Emily - Episode 2)

- “Yeah, well, the American dream turned into the French nightmare.” (Episode 2)

- “You know, I’ll give it to Paris. Even when you’re having a bad day, the city is looking great.” (Episode 2)

- “It’s funny how you become the things you hate.” (Episode 3)

- “Well, I guess all those endless selfies are finally paying off.” (Sylvie - Episode 5) 

- “Plus he sent over some champagne. (Emily) - “Finally, someone who understands my needs.” (Mindy - Episode 5)

- “I thought you were gonna be a professional polo player. You know we used to call you Nacho?” (Mindy - Episode 5 - GG reference too)

- “Sexy. Why am I never around when anything good happens?” (Episode 5)

- “What Am I supposed to do? An affair? (Emily) - You saw two girls kissing at a party. You need to get out more. Okay, Emily Jane Cooper, occupe-toi de tes oignons.” (Mindy - Episode 5)

- “Just because I was raised rich doesn’t mean I don’t love a free sample.” (Mindy - Episode 5)

- “Yeah, well, you’re American, she’s Australian, you colluded.” (Sylvie - Episode 5) 

- “Are you serious? I... I am so tired of apologizing for who I am. I can’t change my past. If you’ll always resent me for it, maybe we don’t have a future.” (Mindy - Episode 5)

- “It’s not “either or”, Camille. Are we really here to just love one person?” (The artist - Episode 6) 

- “I don’t understand. You’re married to him and having an affaire with me or you’re in a relationship with me having an affair with your husband.” (Erik - Episode 6)

- “I mean, is this really necessary? (Alfie) - Luxury is a necessity that begins when necessity ends. (Antoine) - Mmm. Coco Chanel.” (Emily - Episode 6)

- “Why don’t guys tell you what they’re thinking? - And save us the mystery?” (Episode 7)

- “What do you think of the quality? (Pierre) - Honestly? - Brutally.” (Pierre - Episode 7)

- “They’ve turned me into a clown trapped in a funhouse mirror.” (Pierre - Episode 7)

- “Wow, this is so surreal. I feel like we’re walking into heaven on acid.” (Emily - Episode 7)

- “Come on, seriously? In this? (Mindy) - You look incredible tonight. Every man there was checking you out. (Nicolas) - Yeah, except for you. (Mindy) - Believe me, I noticed. It took every ounce of willpower not to make a spectacle of myself.” (Nicolas - Episode 7)  

- “The only time I’ve heard Sylvie say “Merveilleux” was about a Chablis.” (Luc or Julien - Episode 7)

- “The men may be gone, but the brands persist.” (Episode 7) - “More times than I care to remember.” (Episode 7)

- “You can feel as guilty as you want, but not everything happens because you make it happen. - Well, except for this. This was definitively you.” (Episode 8) 

- “Well, he did sustain some injuries, Gregory, so we need to treat this with the sensitivity it deserves.” (Episode 8)

- “I love you both. - And I’m going to end up with nothing.” (Episode 8)

- “Who do you want to go to bed with” (Julien - Episode 8)

- “In love? I can’t believe he said that. (Mindy) - He was drunk.” (Emily) - Sure, but alcohol doesn’t make people lie. Kind of the opposite.” (Mindy - Episode 8)

- “True elegance is found in simplicity.” (Episode 8)

- “It died the moment I sold my soul to JVMA.” (Pierre - Episode 8)

- “Pierre is a respected talent any you only bought his company to toss him out like the trash. - If you can do that to him, you can do that to me. You can do that to anyone.” (Episode 8)

- “Do you have any idea what you just lost? (Louis de Leon) - Something I never wanted. A relationship with you.” (Sylvie - Episode 8)

- “I just made an enemy of the most powerful family in fashion.” (Sylvie - Episode 8)

- “Let’s not become one of those couples that spend more time analyzing their relationship than being in one.” (Alfie - Episode 9)

- “Do you know why this works so well? We get to be together and still do everything we want. We should be enjoying ourselves every second we can. Life is short.” (Episode 9)

- “Hell of a “welcome home”, mate.” (Alfie - Episode 9)

- “Yeah, well, every couple hits that point. It’s either time to break it off or commit to each other. You’re either in or you’re out.” (Alfie - Episode 9)

- “Only the two people involved know what they are to each other. You knew everything about every single piece. - No, you just didn’t know anything.” (Episode 9)

- “Can I get the recipe for that? (Emily) - Recipe? There are no recipes. It’s not a list of things. It’s a feeling. You just know when something is right and when something is wrong.” (Gabriel’s grandmother - Episode 10)

- “His ex-girlfriend, Marianne.” (Julien) - Oh, which Marianne? (Sylvie) - I can neither confirm nor deny. (Luc) - Marianne number one. (Julien) - How did you know that?” (Luc - Episode 10)

- “It was not what she said, it’s what she did.” (Luc - Episode 10)

- “I hope you take as good care of her as I did. She deserves a good man. (Timothée) - I’ll certainly do my best.” (Alfie - Episode 10) 

- “Emily. Our secrets are what will keep us close. (Camille - Episode 10)

[sugar-petals]

SuperM as Boyfriends Headcanon

↪ caro’s note. extra long version because i miss ‘em. best boys, they’re all bf material to the moon and back ♡

5k words | bullet points

○ warnings ⚠️ 18+, dom/sub play, shibari, female reader, grinding, poly mentions, threesomes, face-sitting, femdom & vanilla, smut and fluff

⌈ ten

— motto: they won’t underestimate me for long.

most of your social environment is gonna be confused by ten at the beginning 

and don’t really get what he’s all about

or think he’s like whatever, some random guy in a tank top

acting peculiar

finding him kind of hard to gauge

some of your family and relatives might even think he’s totally unusual and a sneaky fuckboy making you mad 

they seriously wonder what you see in him

down the line that perception has turned by 180 degrees

as it should

ten becomes more irreplaceable, relatable, beautiful, perfect and impressive the more you know him

he’s not as mysterious and impossibly badass as everyone assumes

his personality is very approachable to you 

and you find him interesting in every aspect, looks to hobbies to background to personal habits

and also opinions because ten is a guy who really thinks stuff through

so you gotta be roughly on the same wavelength 

he likes discussing controversial and complicated stuff a lot for sure

being far wiser than his age suggests 

you are the first to share those things with him until the rest of the world catches up to this gem of a person

spending so much time with you

in the most personal way he can

he takes you to see the floating markets in bangkok, you spend the summer in thailand

wakeboarding and playing badminton

his entire family knows you inside out at some point this shit is serious

it’s very important to him to go back to the roots every now and then

and that you have been around his home city as well

getting to enjoy the area and time together eating the most savory delicacies

renting a boat and paddling you around to the important spots, he can explain any question you have

this kissing is gonna be so romantic 

who needs a vacation in venice when you can go to thailand with none other than ten himself as your ferryman let that sink in

except eating durian there he is, the boyfriend who can do anything!

with seemingly no effort

ten does little kind services of love for you throughout the day

he pours you herbal tea, fixes some furniture (he’s surprisingly good at tinkering), comes home from the bakery with your favorite pastry, does the laundry with your favorite fabric softener

he also goes on a huge shopping spree with you monthly because fashion is key in this household and it’s tremendous fun

you giggle when he puts on oversized shirts deliberately to look funny

everyone in the clothing store will think oh man what an adorable pair

ten will model the living hell out of the entire stock

and buy you the cape you really really want as a birthday present

said item turns out to be your favorite couple accessory

because you can sit next to each other on a bench at the river and wear it

what’s not to love about a portable blanket

of course he will take to instagram and make it such a cool thing, photographies of you wearing really cool coats and jackets

mirror bathroom selfies together as well, with a back hug, the classic

and not just for insta

you snuggle a lot generally

ten is always available for affection

and accepts all PDA

he’s a kitty after all, he loves the warmth of your body more than you know

remember how taemin said ten’s hands are always cold, newsflash not anymore since you stuff them into the pocket of your hoodie whenever you can

and hello sir your paws will be nice and cozy on my waist

or hand in hand when you waltz through your apartment

time for dance is a must

oh my god ten is so good at all of this

although say he’s definitely faster into latin than standard genres

tango argentino, he loves flamenco as well

don’t believe me? ten is a diehard rosalía stan!

vamos

so, no-brainer, expect a lot of dancy stuff 

that escalates into wild, passionate fucking

which probably looks like an aggressive form of couple exercises

you poor sore souls

ten’s lil kitty butt is falling apart from all the “i can handle a bigger one!”-level pegging and you have aching legs all over

favorite position? full nelson

if you ask me ten’s ass is probably so carved out by the end of this you could fit lucas and kai in there from head to toe

this is not for the faint of heart

sex with this guy is extra cardio

and if you’re into that a threesome is gonna go down sooner or later

with our girl lisa

there. i said it

miss manoban in those knee-high boots, grinding her thighs between yours and you finishing off on ten’s face? the fucking hottest thing ever i need a moment wow

i don’t have to tell you how orgasmic this is gonna be

steamy sex life with ten very recommended

⌈ kai

— motto: you’re like a precious rose. i’ll protect you forever.

to be straightforward with you

he is in so heavily in demand it’s madness

to give you an idea of the scale

mark is basically occupied by yuta until the end of time 

but kai has an entire idol fanclub on top of all erigoms

those sharp moves did not go unnoticed

he gets an inkigayo sandwich every other day

jesus christ

if rent-a-sexy-bf.com was a thing kai would be the most requested

his phone would be blowing up with contracts like

and you also have to pass kyungsoo’s vibe check

and taemin’s

the road to being kai’s gf is indeed the way of the samurai

i mean honestly: kim jongin is without a doubt the hardest member to get a date with

this has got to be the most selective man of the entire industry or something

if he likes you he REALLY likes you

and he will be the one showing initiative

because he wants to make it clear he isn’t just spending time out of politeness or something

although it’s pretty logical that if kai was unable to reject someone he would no longer be an idol but a harem husband busy every hour of the day

seoul would be able to found its own village 

kai town

where like 70% of the population is pregnant

but since kai wants to keep on dancing obviously and he wants to lend his heart to only one person 

seoul has to settle with a singular nini family house instead of a kai district

where you and the man himself are a full-fledged household basically since kai’s nieces double as actual kids

if you wanna be a young ass ‘mom but not mom with kids’ and be married to kim kai this is it

does he have a thing for milfs or something

that thought just came to my mind

anyway you’re mommy anyway wink wink

fucking til’ dawn until even his muscles hurt

going raw at the gym together

him cooking the most random food with the infamous waffle maker

cuddling with an army of teddy bears surrounding you

walking the dogs with the sexiest dancer alive 

and the sexiness is only the tip of the iceberg 

we know he’s all-round amazing

kai is the king of figuring out ways to chill out with you anywhere anytime

and yes innocent chilling

...unless you’re in the mood for something else

up to you

anyway

sweet innocent chilling for now... with the stunner... just smooching at best things aren’t going raw or anything

on the couch in the kitchen in the car when it’s parked somewhere in nature

kai takes you very seriously and is a great listener

he’s literally so respectful and open-minded i can’t

he will keep your secrets and stand up for you if it’s ever needed

yes he is extremely caring and invested

kai does not tolerate others being shady towards you

if there’s an instance where you are hurt and unable to assert yourself don’t worry. he knows how to confront others with measure but a firm determination.

kai takes a lot of that responsibility but only to the degree where you are comfortable

i think you get what i mean by that

and he is diplomatic instead of plain patronizing

you have a right to be protected. it means he not only treats you well, but also makes sure your well-being isn’t disturbed in any other way outside of the relationships

outside influences aren’t to be underestimated

and since kai is a godly man you encounter a lot of jealousy from others

a matter he will take into his hands since he knows he’s the reason

standing up for you also means saying no 

to these jealous voices so this is an important boundary he has to draw

that all kinds of hellbent people want to get into his pants and take his stage image too literally is not up to you to fix

kai is there for you to enjoy and love not to defend

that’d be exhausting and beside the point 

kai prevents stress and negativity to come to you

i hope i explained this well he doesn’t do this to be bossed up or make you weak it’s because he wants to make life easier for you

guys being protective will be chalked up as chauvinistic these days. often rightfully so 

but what i mean is that kai support you in all regards so you won’t be at a disadvantage or feel terrible about something

⌈ taeyong

— motto: we’ll take good care. enjoy the pleasure.

he’s the type of boyfriend who will ask you about things he missed out on while he was busy

things um from the internet

while mark literally knows that one by heart already taeyong will ask you things like what the wellerman song is

and you thought it would be something nsfw

i got you fooled

did we forget that the man literally watched nct memes on youtube

taeyong is both even more 18+ than you think but also even more innocent than you think it’s complicated

this man is just hard to describe he’s so different, i mean every person is unique but he’s an original it’s the extra mile you know

anyway

sea shanties

bopping to it all day since he just heard it 

singing it while he prepares dinner based on a youtube recipe video as he often does

he’s the most adorable person ever ever ever

asking you why shanties are back in fashion 

(good question, requires a deeper sociocultural analysis i reckon)

planning to remix one for his soundcloud lmao i kid you not

maybe your favorite shanty 

featuring fast-pace rap and all

creating his own previously unknown phrases and shit like that you know him

palazzo rocco lemon detox flashbacks

he’s hilarious i swear

taeyong will produce his own shanties for you can you imagine

as he says: my happiness is your happiness

watch out he will drop a shanty music video with extra krumping moves

taeyong is a never-ending source of pure crack

prepare to laugh a lot like, a lot lot

how can a man who seemingly has such a serious outlook on life and such a bonkers kinda face be so lighthearted

it’s like he’s peter pan or something

especially since he has to manage like over 20 brats in nct his cutesy behavior towards you as his gf will stand out to you

yeah so to be clear we all know he’s the cute one in the relationship

and guess who wears the pants

that’s always you ma’am don’t deny it

or wait 

not for long actually because they come off um physically

but not metaphorically

because who doesn’t wanna sit on his face tbh

your favorite reserved spot

he loves it

taeyong has such a thing for your body it’s ridiculous

mister lee got a sexy mama

and you have such a thing for the gloriousness that is him

but neither of you will not admit it as openly as other people would think

all there is... is being flustered

baekhyun probably has to play some cupid now and then

and give you some ideas

like gifting taeyong plushies and things like that

baekhyun knows what taeyong is all about so the advice is very welcome

but most things you find out for yourself

by being a little braver with him you know

you walking around naked in the apartment or basically fresh out the shower with nothing but a towel

will shake up taeyong so immensely, he will back himself against a wall without you even pinning him there lmao!

jeez he’s so deep into kinky stuff but easily shook anyway

i quote him again: “born to be cute, i dunno!”

you can imagine the overwhelm when you rub yourself against him like it’s nobody’s business

it’s so much fun to give taeyong a regular horny meltdown not gonna lie

this man was grinding his whole body all over the superm stage and now he’s basically freezing up and drooling

how many denied and ruined orgasms he’s gonna get, so much overstimulation all the way  

you’ll lose count of it

and just how wet you’re gonna be

is a thing for the history books

taeyong isn’t such a big deal in nct for no reason god gave him every talent 

so great sex is obviously in his repertoire

i think you’re gonna break some records for most fucks per week

you know... guys like lucas taemin kai and baekhyun spend more time wooing and teasing and flirting

but taeyong gets down to business

one glance is enough

⌈ lucas

— motto: the hottest couple around.

ah, big boy

you really got this man’s attention

doing nothing much at all really

he probably just saw you walking around talking to friends

carrying an impossibly huge veggie burger munching and enjoying yourself after going on a jog

yeah boy that’s how you catch his eye

they say love begins in the stomach and that is the true meaning

or the nose, your food smells really good, lucas is going crazy, he’s seeing stars and shit

anyway

the towering burger isn’t the only thing he wants

lucas cannot get you out of his mind no matter how much he tries to distract himself 

with more good food, movies, games

fooling around with wayv or the superm maknaes, and working out

he’s admittedly... a little himbo head over himbo heels with you the feels got to him

he’s not gonna say it’s a date he’s just gonna invite you just because

to hang out in the kitchen while taeyong cooks and baekhyun comes up with the idea to play twister

imagine lucas with his long arms and legs bending himself all over the place

fighting with kai who almost crashed his shoulders into taemin who avoided the accident quickly

making you lose a round

obviously lucas will hustle until your team wins

mostly because he’s so tall and baekhyun is so small which is a huge advantage when stacking each other over the map

let’s just face it baekhyun only suggested this game to bite everyone’s butts and to see you have skinship with lucas

which is definitely a successful plan of the leader

yukhei is in paradise 

jumping around his room like an oversized bunny after you went home

don’t lie, you fell hard for him as well he’s just such a presence

emotionally, physically

a gentle but persistent giant

he’ll do anything to make your relationship happen once he knows you’re interested

if there’s someone meant to be a boyfriend it’s gotta be him come on

he will cave in after a while and admit he can’t just forget about you 

not gonna lie

your ex is gonna be shaking in his ratty boots

his poor eyes will literally jop from their unexpecting sockets

when he sees lucas hanging out with you

with his shining blonde hair and tall stature, that perfect shapely body, with great fashion on top of that

looking like your guardian angel

man, xuxi really does

pulling you out of your slump that’s been going on for months

and bringing back smiles and a good time he knows how to do that best

and big big hugs of course

you can imagine how soothing and grounded it feels with such huge arms around you

he will make sure that feeling is always there when you need it

because you deserve that treatment

which means he will come over very very often

yeah get ready for how yukhei is a lot more driven than you think just dial and he will be there

underneath the meme surface is someone very determined who really really wants you

yukhei is chaotic good incarnate but in that area he isn’t messing around

his brain is like: “gotta be with her”

on repeat

he must call you, he literally can’t sleep without tying loose ends together as quickly as possible

no second wasted with this guy, even far down the relationship timeline

i really pity your ex 

i mean someone dating any superm member would drive their former partner completely nuts 

but lucas is a special case

he has that kind of look and aura that makes other guys dig themselves into the ground like wiggling worms or cope by fanboying over him

i don’t wanna make this sound like a competition and yet — congrats on your noodly blondie boyfriend alright

⌈ mark

— motto: two nerds in love.

how to explain this. mark is a perfect balance of a lover, a talker, and a shy bean

with a tendency toward bean

and flicking the bean

you know

cutting right to the chase are we

mark is very invested in pleasing you as good as he can

and defeating his awkwardness

because if we know one thing it’s that he always strives to become better and better like he can’t help it

and isn’t afraid of almost biting off more than he can chew

how many subunits is he part of at this point is it gonna be nct hollywood as well god dangit

back to the point mark doesn’t treat relationships and sex as something static which is a good and rare thing

he does his best and always looks for room to improve

while being very nervous, very bilingual, it takes two languages or more to express what he thinks about you let that sink in

that’s very shaky first date sex while being extremely in love with each other

lucky you

and an afterglow where he plays the guitar for you

that’s so nice 

he can play it while laying down and shit

while singing

not rapping, actual full-fledged serenading

we’ve heard how that sounds in the relay cam

are you dating some kind of teenage heartthrob or something huh

mark will make it very clear he’ll stick around, this bad bitch is here to stay

or actually, he’s a good bitch, don’t misunderstand

mark doesn’t have a lot of edgy in him unless rap is concerned

he’s the kinda guy to get lost in IKEA with 

having a good time 

as often as his schedule permits

you really have to make use of your time together 

this man might as well the busiest idol out there

and you are no different because birds of a feather

you’re both mr. and ms. independent 

out and about very often

so meeting up becomes something special during comeback season

or wait mark always has a comeback going on

which is a double-edged sword but something you both know you signed up for 

which is why you spend a lot of time around NCT dream, 127, and SuperM 

sm’s publicity agents have to work extra hard i’m telling you

a dating rumor is the last thing both of you would need

since you befriend several members you gotta stay on the low as well

but hey the rage of jealous people of the public is nothing compared to the force of nature that is yuta nakamoto

who seriously thinks himself threatened and robbed

in case you are feeling possessive as well...

...you might have to fistfight yuta

to be able to be with mark

who is basically property of osaka at this point

yuta is a scorpio that’s just the way it is

unlike taeyong who wishes his rap buddy the best, yuta kinda wants to be mark’s wingman and see him date, live his best life

but also have mark for himself to fawn over and to adore, to be fascinated by

we get it yuta. bisexual struggles. very understandable

you have to promise in person that mark doesn’t forget about the holy gaming nights with yuta 

which is hilarious since that’s not up to you but mark’s memory

bestie, yuta uses everyone as a scapegoat don’t sweat it too much

regardless you put a weekly reminder on the fridge

so the roaring lion yuta would be pacified

he doesn’t want to lose his sweetheart can you blame him

the ultimate but also most risky solution is obviously inviting yuta for movies 

which will be appreciated but also cause a storm

mark will definitely break a sweat when you start a popcorn war or try to prove who hugs mark the best 

caught in the middle of mayhem is mark lee’s specialty what did you expect

this either ends with murder or a chaotic open relationship down the line

yuta really is attached but who wouldn’t be

it could be worse mark has double the love you know 

⌈ baekhyun

— motto: you wanna know why i’m your candy?

baby tell me are you ridin’?

in fair verona where we lay our scene...

that baekhyun always wants to woo you — his way, which proves to be very interesting to say the least — is never hard to miss

putting in effort is mochi default mode 

no matter what stage of the relationship you’re in

he might as well regularly serenade you under your balcony in the backyard just because

probably singing ‘baby we can stay up’ and wiggling his ass in all directions because he’s a dirty boy gone wild

yeah. nowadays romeo is twerking instead of feuding with tybalt

that’s good for him and everyone involved

you in particular because you get some very racy eye candy

you know how baekhyun is

at least nobody’s around seeing him put on an 18+ show like that

your little guy is one unhinged fella

if it starts pouring he will grind up and down the next lantern and belt out ‘singing in the rain’

you bet he can do some actual pole dance

he’s strong and bendy you know

and loves to gyrate his whole bag of bones like... he wants to hit you with all the body rolls

in the rain

what a freaky man

but hey you wanna stay up for sure 

doesn’t take long until you beckon him to come upstairs

where the only way to alleviate him of his wet clothes—

oh well he has those roger rabbit vibes and you can’t be mad at it

he will play off all his hormonal antics

baekhyun is hilarious

and so perverted, he can keep up with your spicy idea of playing patty-cake don’t worry

how do i know you’re an extra nsfw kinda person?

who else would like baekhyun

he says juicy things all the time

and does juicy things

yes. finally a couple on eye level indeed. 

when baekhyun asks are you ridin’ you ask how hard 

bruh

this is gonna be fun

and remember

beside handing you sacks of money

his priority is always to make you smile

i’m kidding about the bags but

baekhyun is so rich it’ll show in your relationship, but he’s more about the interactions with you rather than the lifestyle

baekhyun didn’t hustle for a bentley he hustled to sing and get out of sm alive alright

financial stability: important

luxury: very nice to have, he can make you the presents you want to have and travel a lot together

but smiles: baekhyun priority

because he so badly wants to know you love him and adore him, he sometimes feels so insecure

of course you do

you always reassure him with your reactions

it’s very important to him don’t underestimate it

baekhyun has always been talking about his ideal type in terms of how he can cheer her up

so even the naughtiest sexy time evenings are gonna be filled with all giggles

anyway other than that your pussy will be dripping

because this guy is as horny as all other members of super m combined

and you have your ways of leaving him tongue-tied and wrists-tied

taemin’s impact

superm isn’t short of bondage supplies we all know that

so yeah. shibari baekhyun is gonna happen

since he does pilates imagine what kinda shapes you can bend this lil guy into

and take some pictures

privé is in trouble 

bondage model baekhyun is bursting onto the scene

you might even run a risque blog that features cropped pictures with him

heh — you think people will recognize him by his body?

nope

first: you only upload HD pictures that aren’t whitewashed

baekhyun is basically never photographed like that

second: who expects baekhyun to be featured on a bdsm blog with his girlfriend

and this is the guy that drives you around in his expensive car with his big black shades on 

well what can i say

nothing is the way it seems

⌈ taemin

— motto: i’ll unfold a whole new world for you.

taemin is cocky, he’s sensual, and: a very smiley person as we know

least boring relationship ever

he will prance toward you whenever he can to involve you in cuddles

touch-starved taemin is a thing

kkoong can tell you about it, he needs kisses and embraces so often

might as well pepper him with it no problem

and put him into your oversized sweaters when he eats ice cream on the sofa, watching movies, and you brush his ever-growing hair

he’s smol he’s gonna fit into them don’t worry

and on the other hand he likes a rough and tough girl who thinks of him like a boy toy

who acts tsundere or like his bodyguard

working out almost daily to the point of sweat all over

a gal probably able to pretzel minho lucas and chanyeol into one giant bundle

taemin truly has the taste of a divo

multi-layered as always

so you couldn’t say the relationship is always the same in sentiment, the vibe of the dynamic could be different every day

we love a complex man

what would be volatile to others is actually an advantage up close

because taemin understands every difficult facet of himself and his partner 

even if those facets might be contradictory

or something that’s felt shameful about

he will accept and listen anyway

the same goes for getting what drives you

taemin is like a walking psychology velvet couch with fancy swirls as arm rests

point is he isn’t fooled by the surface of the world

he knows what has to be known

which also means your looks aren’t the part he prioritizes

and not even outward personality and habit is what he’s drawn to

it’s the mentality and values underneath

that’s true compatibility to him and he can feel it

he’s really really smart

and also finds it important that you get along with shinee and superm, that you think they’re nice to be around and vice versa

especially kai as taemin’s absolute bearly bestie. if kai thinks you’re shady and you don’t like kai either

or if you’re permanently super awkward and taemin’s moodmaking doesn’t help

we have a problem

but fair enough

kai and taemin are basically one soul at this point so if taemin likes you jongin does anyway 

bff telepathy

in fact jongin was probably the one introducing you to taemin lmao!

because he knows you go well together instinctively and he is correct

so not to worry then

and it’s good on taemin to think longterm and not see you as a person outside of social interaction y’know

cough cough he thinks about marriage, you might be ms. lee one day

here he goes again taemin is just very mature seeing you as well-rounded in every aspect of life

without letting his dick make the important decisions at the detriment of making this a relationship of two lives not just two bodies only

but obviously don’t assume taemin is no horny devil. we all know he dreams of the freakiest scenarios and fantasies in this whole group

going kinda crazy about the thought of making you cum which he always wants to try with new methods

which occupies his mind more than a big bowl of super spicy noodles which is taemin’s favorite meal so

at the same time taemin junior is definitely the same clingy attention whore as his sparkly owner

limp wrists from all the handjobs on your side

and very swollen lips from giving all that head on his side

this is gonna be interesting

he puts the 6v6 in 69

equals 69v69 am i right

but i’m serious that’s gonna be a lot of oral action

you definitely ask each other about having sex very often, daily if you have the time and find a nice spot

and how on earth do both of you keep your hands off each other sleeping in one bed

taemin is touchy as hell with no shyness, and you squish squeeze and grope this guy like the mochi he is

ah when things go both ways

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[midnight-mod]

November 2020 -> February 2022

Sorry for reposting the same pic but it’s literally the first selfie I’ve taken in 2 years, I started compulsively avoiding cameras in late 2019/early 2020. Gonna take a while to get through that.

But lemme be self indulgent, I haven’t actually posted a progress pic… anywhere since the weight loss, mostly cuz there are so few pictures of me lately…

Once I lost 50 pounds and literally all of the symptoms persisted I finally got diagnosed with depression. And getting treated for that… magically made all of them go away! Wow! It’s almost like they’re all textbook depression symptoms!

Once I lost 50 pounds and literally all of the symptoms persisted I finally got diagnosed with depression. And getting treated for that… magically made all of them go away! Wow! It’s almost like they’re all textbook depression symptoms!

You know what else depression causes?

Weight gain.

Fatphobia in the medical system simply delays people from getting the proper diagnoses and treatments. It’s painfully obvious in hindsight how badly I was struggling with depression.

That being said, I AM glad I lost the weight. I was having rly bad body dysphoria. My appearance changed so dramatically so quickly with the rapid weight gain that I literally stopped recognizing myself in the mirror and pictures, which was super distressing. For the first time in a long time, when I look in the mirror, I see me :)

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: “Two months too long”

Pairing: dom! Yoongi x sub! brat! Reader Ft. Namjoon Ft. Jin Ft. Jimin

Warnings: SMUT like a lot, fluff (just a bit), angst (eh), cheating/talk of cheating, abusive parents, oral (f) receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), rough sex, orgasm denial (f) receiving

*Read in both perspectives, this a long one: over 10,000 words.*

Rating: 18 and over

Y/N:

“Faster, Faster!” You moan, yanking his hair, and grinding your aching cunt against his face. You’ve been at this for 20 minutes and you were no closer to your release than when you started. “Use your fingers!” You cry out. Jimin pops up from beneath your skirt, out of breath, lips swollen. “Jagi, this doesn’t seem to be working. Please, I need to be inside you.” He whispers in your ear, rubbing his erection along your thigh. “I don’t know why I am even doing this. We were supposed to just talk. I have to go.” You push him away. “Perhaps lover boy isn’t doing his job properly.” Jimin quips licking your juices from his lips. “This was a mistake Jimin, I can’t, we can’t do this ever again.” “We shall see Jagi. As always, it’s good to see you.” You rush out of Jimin’s office and race for the street, angry with yourself for thinking you could have a simple conversation with your ex. You hop into your car and pull out your phone sending a text that you know will just fall into the unknown like the rest. ‘I need you, please just answer me. I miss you. I’m so sorry.’ You wait and wait staring at the screen, as tears begin to fall from your eyes, for a response that doesn’t comes.

MIN:

Yoongi quietly contemplates whether he will respond this time. He does this every time you message, each message more desperate than the last. He’s ignored you ever since he walked out on your father’s birthday party, wanting you to suffer and hurt the way he did. A tap on the passenger side window snaps him out of his contemplation as he simply placed his phone in the cup holder. “If it isn’t my baby brother. Have you missed me?” Yoongi’s brother smiles wide, throwing his luggage in the back seat and taking his place in the passenger’s seat. “How was your flight?” Yoongi grumbles. “Nah, come on, is that anyway to greet me?” Yoongi sighs deeply but leans over and embraces his brother. Yoongi had never hated Jin, he was in the same boat as Yoongi, merely a passenger to their parents’ craziness. In fact, Jin and Yoongi had bonded over the years and become a source of comfort to one another. Jin was only older by a year but had taken over his father company after his death, becoming quite successful at his young age, something Yoongi admired and Yoongi’s father lusted after. A fact that neither boy allowed to sully their relationship, Jin even protected Yoongi at times from his father’s wrath. “Have you eaten?” Yoongi asks. “No but I can wait. My mother has instructed me to come straight to the house to see her upon landing.” Yoongi nods and begins driving. “How’s the love life?” Jin inquires, Yoongi chuckles. “I don’t do love lives.” “Good answer bro. I intend to meet many love lives out here. Mother has been pressuring me to choose a wife and I am uninterested.” “Well then, we should throw a welcome home party for my favorite brother.” Jin laughs out loud. “Speaking of, how is Namjoon?” Yoongi joins in on Jin’s joke laughing along with him.

Y/N:

“So, let me get this straight, you want me to convince him to talk to you?” “Yes! Exactly.” Namjoon nods sarcastically. “No.” “What? Why not?” “Well for starters you really messed up this time and second, I don’t care to be involved in your craziness!” You whine obnoxiously. “Joon, please. I need this, this one favor.” “Ah, then one favor becomes two and two three and you see the pattern here yeah?” You drop your head into your hands and begin to cry causing Namjoon to chuckle nervously. “Well, don’t cry. He just needs his space. You need to realize that not everything is your way. The people around you have feelings also and deserve to be treated accordingly.” You wipe your tears and look up at Namjoon. “I fucked up Joon and I don’t know how to stop fucking shit up but I know that I love him and I shouldn’t because he flat out told me he doesn’t love me but I still want him.” Namjoon sighs. “I think the best thing to do is give him space. When I see him, I’ll pick his brain a little but that’s all I’m going to do!” Namjoon warns as your face lights up. “When do you see him?” “Uh, Uh, bro code, remember?” “Yeah, yeah. What about us code?” Namjoon laughs. “That’s the thing Y/n, no one else puts me in a situation to have to play that card but you.” You roll your eyes at his response. “He will come around, hopefully, in the meantime you’ll just have to wait.” “I have to tell you something. I saw Jimin today. I know what you’re going to say. I shouldn’t have but I just wanted to get closure I guess, and it turned into something else completely and the entire time I was with him I just couldn’t stop thinking about Min.” Namjoon just stared at you in a disapproving manner, it made you feel anxious. You always thought highly of Namjoon, he was smart in ways you weren’t, and he always gave the best advice and right now you needed that. “Well, say something Joon.” “I just have one question Y/n, How do you ever intend to move forward if you’re always looking back?”

MIN:

“Okay, okay. How about this one? What do you call a cow with no legs?” Yoongi sighs and rolls his eyes but obliges his brother’s antics. “What?” “Ground beef!” Jin immediately starts cackling while Yoongi just shakes his head disapprovingly. They have been home for a time but no one else was home. “We should’ve just gone out to eat. I fear you’re losing your mind.” Yoongi tells Jin. “Yeah, I agree. Let me call mother and see what’s going on.” Jin walks off. Yoongi pulls out his phone and aimlessly scrolls through his Instagram, stopping when he sees a side profile mirror selfie of you in bed, hair tousled, wearing nothing but a thong and white crop top. He sucks in a breath at the sight, feeling his cock twitch to life. She’s teasing me and its working, Yoongi thinks to himself. He swallows hard, examining the photo with a fine-tooth comb, his heart beating at a rapid pace. His mind playing tricks on him, what if she was just with someone. You have your phone positioned to cover your face so he couldn’t really tell if you looked fucked out. “Wow, she’s hot! Do you know her?” Jin leans in over Yoongi’s shoulder. He fumbles with his phone quickly tucking it away. “What did your mom say?” “Oh! You really like this one huh? You got all nervous and I think you’re even blushing.” Jin teases. “Fuck off.” “Well in any case, mother is almost back from shopping. She’s going to bring food back with her. While we wait, why don’t you tell me about this girl.” Yoongi shakes his head, visibly annoyed. “She’s no one. Someone I was seeing for a bit but she’s just like the rest. Taking what she needs and discarding what she doesn’t.” Jin purses his lips, nodding in understanding. He taps Yoongi on the shoulder, “Day by day brother. Just take it all day by day. Anyone who doesn’t see how great you are doesn’t deserve your time. How about another joke to clear your head?” “Ahh, please spare me. I’d rather jump head-first into the river.” Yoongi jokes. “That can be arranged boy.” Jin and Yoongi both jump up at the sound of Lee An’s voice. They both bow deeply as she shoves past Yoongi and embraces Jin. “My son, my handsome son. Ive missed you so. Come, let’s eat, tell mother everything about your trip.” She takes Jin by the hand and pulls him towards the dining area. “Come brother.” He waves at Yoongi to join. “Actually, I would prefer some time with alone with Jin. I’m sure Yoongi has other things to do today, don’t you boy.” “Mother, Yoongi picked me up from the airport. He hasn’t eaten either and I’ve missed him as well.” She sucks her teeth at Jin. “It’s ok. Your mother is right. I have a lot to do today. We can catch up later.” Yoongi gives Jin a tight smile and turns to grab his things. “Mother that was rude of you.” Jin whispers. “I don’t care. I hate that boy and I don’t want you picking up nasty habits from him.” “I have ears you know.” Yoongi mumbles. “I wasn’t trying to be discreet.” Lee An hisses as she walks off. “Really, stay brother, don’t worry about her.” Yoongi chuckles and taps Jin on the shoulder. “It’s all good, I’ll see you later at Namjoon’s place, besides this will give you a chance to get out all those terrible dad jokes. Women don’t find those things sexy.” Jin laughs loudly. “I find just the opposite. It drives them wild.” Jin gives Yoongi a wink as he takes his leave.

Y/N:

You watch as the likes and comments pour in for your naughty little photo but of course the attention you want you don’t get. Namjoon’s voice rings through your head over and over. He was always right, even more so this time. How did you ever intend to move forward if you were always looking back? You were fooling yourself into thinking you needed closure from Jimin. You had since moved on from what he had done to you without a second thought but still you ran to him when Min left you high and dry because you figured you’d show him who was boss, again only fooling yourself. Now it seemed you may have ruined any chance at a normal relationship. “You told him you loved him? Girl, are you sick in the head?” You sat on your BFFs bed, sulking, filling her in on everything. “It doesn’t matter now, I fucked everything up. He doesn’t feel the same way and hooking up with Jimin again just put the final nail in my coffin.” “Yeah but he doesn’t know about that and you didn’t even cum so technically it doesn’t count.” You groan and throw yourself back on her bed. “Why can’t I just be happy?” Your BFF sighs deeply at your question. “Well for one, I think you might be an actual bitch.” “Wow, thanks! You’re really great at this!” She begins laughing at your response. “Okay, okay. You seem to be hooked on this guy and while I don’t approve, I am always down to help my girl out. With that being said, I happen to know that he is currently with Namjoon.” You hop up at this news. “How do you know this?” She gives you a sly smile. “I’ve been texting Joon and he told me they would be out and about today, planning some party. Maybe we should accidentally show up to where they’re going to be looking fucking bomb. Get that Min boys blood boiling.” “That’s fucking genius! I think I’m in love with you!” You say before jumping on her. “Let me text Joon and see what’s the tea.” “Let me borrow that red mini skirt.” You ask, running to her closet. She nods excitedly while texting rapidly. “Let’s see you ignore me now.” You whisper, looking yourself over in the mirror.

MIN:

“Who are you texting so much?” Yoongi ask Joon while shoving a dumpling in his mouth. “Ahh, Y/N’s friend, do you remember her from the party? I don’t know, maybe I’m reaching but I think we have chemistry.” Yoongi shakes his head. “I don’t think she liked me very much. She wasn’t very nice if I recall.” “Maybe you should try smiling more.” Yoongi pretends to choke on his food at Namjoon’s comment. “Now where’s the fun in that?” “Namjoon, hello, how are you? It’s so good to see you again.” Namjoon begins to stutter as Yoongi licks his lips looking over the guy who’s approached the table. He furrows his brow, trying to recall where he’s seen him before. “Jimin, what are you doing here?” “Finishing a business lunch. This place has phenomenal food. Who’s your friend?” He looks over at Yoongi, who’s heart drops to his stomach. “I know you. You’re the ex.” Yoongi states through clenched teeth. “Excuse me.“ Jimin questions, leaning in. “Y/N’s ex, the one who kissed her at her father’s party.” Jimin’s eyes widen suddenly. “Ahh, you must be lover boy. I would shake your hand, but it seems tasteless since I was just with Y/N today.” Yoongi jumps up from the table at the remark. “What the fuck did you just say?” Jimin takes a step back as Namjoon steps between them. “Gentlemen please, not in public. We all have reputations to maintain.” Yoongi’s body trembles with rage as he breathes heavily. “Calm down friend, as I recall she kissed me back at that party and came to my office to see me today. A fact I’m sure wouldn’t have been necessary had you been taking care of business on your end. No matter, I made sure she was handled just as she likes.” Jimin provokes with a wink. Yoongi chuckles and nods, passing his hand through his hair. “Let it go, Yoongi, he’s just trying to get under your skin.” Namjoon tries to calm. “Listen to Namjoon here. You wouldn’t want to do anything stupid.” “You’re right, she isn’t worth it.” Yoongi states calmly, grinding his teeth. He places money on the table and swallows hard, examining Jimin one last time before walking past him. “Good choice friend. Being the bigger person. I know how hard it is to resist her but I’m sure it’s harder to see her fucked out in photos on Instagram, knowing I’m the one who did it to her.” Yoongi’s breath hitches at Jimin’s words and he all but blacks out before spinning around quickly to slam his fist into Jimin’s perfect jaw.

Y/N:

“Shit!” Your BFF says aloud. “What? What’s going on?” “They are headed back to Namjoon’s house already.” “What? That was fast! He just said they were eating.” You look over to the passenger’s seat to catch her gnawing on her lip nervously. “Yoongi clocked Jimin.” Your jaw drops as you try to find words, heart frantically beating in your chest. “I don’t understand.” You feel tears burn in back of your eyes. “According to Joon, Jimin was at the restaurant also and approached them at their table and told Min you guys fucked and something about your picture on Instagram. Yoongi flipped and clocked Jimin. Damn that boys got it bad for you.” “Are you crazy!? What are you saying!? I didn’t sleep with Jimin okay. That’s a lie! And why would he even hit Jimin? We aren’t even together anymore; hes been ignoring me for almost two months. Why does he even care? I can’t, I have to pull over.” You abruptly turn the wheel, parking the car on the side of the road, and begin hyperventilating. “Calm down Y/N! What the hell?” Your friend rubs your back to calm you. “He’s never going to talk to me again! Everything is so fucked!” You sob. “I don’t want to be that friend that hits you with an I told you so but girl this Min boy was trouble from the start. You need to just let this thing go. It’s not worth all this grief.” “You’re right. I don’t need to hear I told you so.” You bark at her, yanking out your phone. “Oh, please don’t do what I think you are going to do.” She warns you. You dial Yoongi and wait for an answer. ‘You have reached the voicemail….’, You hang up and dial again. ‘You have reached the voicemail….’, you hang up and dial again. ‘You have reached the voicemail….’ but this time your BFF takes your phone. “Stop,” She shouts, “He doesn’t give a shit about you. He only clocked Jimin because men are territorial pigs not because he cares! I have had enough of that god damn Min boy. Now, we are going back to get you cleaned up and go get nice and shit faced tonight, and you are going to forget all about that ridiculous Min Yoongi!”

MIN:

It had been hours since Yoongi knocked Jimin on his ass. He smirked to himself as he looked over his swollen knuckles. He was good and drunk now, making damn sure he was numb to the pain. He nodded his head to the music playing even though he had no clue what it was. His eyes shifted frantically just trying to focus on something long enough to fool himself into thinking he could move about the party he and Namjoon put together for Jin. “There you are brother! I’ve been looking everywhere for you! This is Lisa and Jess. I overheard them talking about the infamous Min boy and they could hardly contain themselves when I said we were brothers.” Jin gives Yoongi a wink. “Is that so?” Yoongi looks over the two girls, not really his cup of tea but he’s not in the position to be picky. He needed to get his mind away from you and quick! Before he has time to speak Jess leans in for a photo. “Smile for the Gram!” Yoongi leans his head in and gives a sly smile. “Oh, me too!” Lisa leans in next and Yoongi obliges her with a photo as well. “Jin was just telling us he doesn’t have social media.” Lisa pushes herself against Yoongi to say. “Takes away from one on one time. I hate it.” Jin explains. “Maybe we can have some one on one time?” Lisa whispers into Yoongi’s ear. He takes a moment to take in her features. She’s a pretty girl, too much makeup honestly, which surprised him since she didn’t really need it. She begins to run her hand over his arm and press her breasts, which are spilling out of her top, into his chest. “Can we find someplace quiet?” She breathes heavily into his ear. Yoongi nods and leads her off. Jin winks at him, wrapping his arm around Jess, who pulls him into a kiss. Yoongi takes Lisa through the house, trying to get to a guest room. “This is good.” She says, yanking him into a dark room. “This is a restroom.” He drawls, flicking on the light. “I don’t mind.” She giggles, shoving him into the sink and dropping to her knees. He chuckles at her enthusiasm. “We can take our time. I promise I’m not going anywhere.” “I heard you have a big cock. Is that true?” She pants, pawing at his crotch. He growls quietly, covering her hand with his, trying to soften her brutish attempts at stroking him through his pants. “Hey, hey,” He grabs her by the chin and lifts her face up. “It’s not going anywhere.” She giggles while yanking at his belt, undoing his button and fly. “I heard you like it rough.” She yanks down his pants and underwear just low enough to free his semi hard member. “Mm, let’s wake him up shall we.” She states before licking at his shaft like a lollipop. Yoongi’s brow furrows as he tries to calm his mind. You’re fine. He repeats over and over in his head as she laps at his cock. “Don’t tease.” He whispers to her. She smiles up at him before suckling on his tip.

He moans softly, as she swirls her tongue around his now engorged tip. “There’s that big boy I’ve heard so much about.” She comments, examining his fully erect cock. She slowly begins to stroke him, a perfect bead of pre-cum forming at his tip. She swipes her thumb over it and slides it down his shaft. He hums in approval. She wraps her mouth around his tip again suckling at it while using both hands to pump his cock. He groans in discomfort at how tightly she clenches and twist his shaft, her hands beginning to dry around his dick. “Wait.” He says. She releases his now reddened member. “Open up.” He says gently, placing his hand on the nape of her neck. She does as she’s told, and he slowly slides his cock into her warm gaping mouth. He sucks in a breath at the sweet sensation of moisture that finds his irritated dick. He is almost inserted halfway before Lisa begins to gag and shove him back. He pulls away, stroking her cheek gently. “I’m sorry, are you ok?” “I don’t really do the deep throat thing. I know guys like it but to be honest I think you’re too big for my mouth. Literally, my dentist once told me I have an unusually small mouth.” Yoongi purses his lips but soon nods in understanding. “Don’t you worry Min. I can still make you cum.” She smiles seductively up at him, pushing Yoongi’s hands away from his member to insert his tip in her mouth once again. She slurps loudly on it while using both hands to pump his cock again. Yoongi bites his lip to keep from groaning in pain. She slows her pace much to Yoongi’s delight and he releases a relived breath until she twists her head to the side and grazes his sensitive tip with her teeth. “Ah!” He cries out. “Sorry! I just get so excited.” She giggles. Yoongi grips the countertop and tries to steady his breathing. He should stop this right here and now, but he doesn’t want to insult the girl. So, Yoongi just closes his eyes, trying to stay calm in the moment. “Mm, so good.” She moans, moving her attention towards his shaft, wrapping her lips around the left side and gliding her mouth along the side. She begins to twist her closed fist around the tip of his cock, tightening her grip with every turn, causing Yoongi to wince at the feeling. “Fuck.” He whispers to himself. “You like that baby.” She asks, turning her attention to the right side and gliding her mouth along his shaft once more, all the while still twisting his tip tightly. “Wait.” Yoongi cries out, unable to stand the pain any longer. “Gonna cum already.” She teases. “Uh, no, just, um, I like when you use just your mouth.” He mumbles, trying to hold back his need to take control of the situation. Lisa doesn’t exactly look like the type to enjoy Dom play and he wouldn’t dare try it since she seems to live off the rumor mill. “Well, I can’t get the whole thing in my mouth but maybe if I just focus on the tip…” Lisa rambles as Yoongi’s mind begins to wander on how to salvage this moment. He stands there, cock out and losing life, watching Lisa’s mouth move but not processing what she’s saying. Instead he wonders about you, what you were doing, what you were wearing, if you missed him. Try as he might, he can’t stop thinking of you, your cunt, your neediness, and the way you swallow back his cock with ease, like a woman mad. He growls at the thought, his cock coming back to life. He begins stroking himself greedily while Lisa watches in awe. He closes his eyes, imagining you laid out, on display for him, rubbing your perky tits, mouth opened and waiting for his seed. He moans loudly at the thoughts plaguing his mind, feeling his climax approaching from deep within his ball sack. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Open that pretty mouth for me?” He asks of Lisa. “Um, I, uh, I don’t swallow.” Lisa mumbles, eyes wide like saucers, clearly affected by the show. “What?” Yoongi says breathlessly and frustrated. “I don’t swallow, sorry. I hate the taste.” Yoongi groans, heading towards the toilet quickly. He strokes his cock desperately and cries out as he shoots his load into the porcelain. “We could fuck if you want?” Lisa offers. “No. I can’t. I’m sorry. I have to go.” Yoongi states calmly, fastening his belt and escaping the restroom.

Y/N:

“This is amazing. Really a great idea. Why didn’t we think to do this sooner?” You pass the bottle of Vodka to your BFF and she takes a swig. “I have no clue but Its exactly what we needed. Namjoon is so sweet right? Like he could’ve told me no when I asked to borrow the lake house no questions asked but he didn’t. Who does that?” You squint over at you friend, taking in her newfound glow. “Wow, I’m really sorry.” She looks over to you and laughs. “Why?” “I have been so consumed by everything going on with me that I hadn’t noticed that you were falling for Joon! When did this happen?” “Ok, so, no more Vodka for you.” She scoffs. “Come on be serious! Does he know?” “Ugh,” She throws her hands up in defeat, “I have no clue! Ok, full disclosure, I guess it started blossoming at the fourth of July party and he’s just been so sweet and attentive, and I’ve never experienced anything like that. Now we’re like talking a lot! I mean he sends me a good morning text every day. Who does that?” She passes you the bottle. “No one because chivalry is dead but,” You swallow down some Vodka and the large lump in your throat, “You and Joon are going to be really cute together. I think you’ll make a great couple. I can always ask him how he feels about you.” “Really? Do you think he could like me? Like do you get that vibe. I mean, I know he’s completely out of my league. He’s smart and charming and worldly. I’m just some random chick that happened to become friends with the cool kids if you will.” “Don’t sell yourself short. You deserve the best! And Namjoon is the best in this God forsaken city so you go get your man girl!” Your friend immediately starts laughing and you can’t help but join in. “You are super drunk!” “Are we expecting company?” You ask looking past her. She spins around, “Not that I am aware of.”

Your jaw drops as Namjoon approaches from the house. “Shit, girl. Act natural.” You whisper to your BFF, who’s face is turning a gorgeous crimson. “Sorry to interrupt ladies! I had assumed you would be alone.” Namjoon says directly to your friend. “Nope, no, not a problem. Please join us Joon.” You slap your hand on the blanket laid out on the grass underneath you. He chuckles. “Not to be rude, I was hoping that I could speak to your friend alone?” Your BFF gasps as you try but can’t hide the shock on your face. “Of course, yeah. Um, Is Bear still here? Maybe he can drive me back home. I am in no condition to drive myself.” You respond, shaking the Vodka bottle at him. He laughs and nods. “I can definitely arrange that for you,” He turns and reaches his hand out to your BFF, “Will you do me the honor and join me inside for a night cap and some conversation?” Your BFF nods at him, shock and lust gracing her face. “Hey girl, drive my car back to my place tomorrow?” You ask. She looks over to you and nods as she makes her way to the house. “You ok?” Namjoon asks, holding his hand out to help you stand. “No but I think I will be.” You stand and then pull him into a hug. He squeezes you tightly. “Yeah, you will be. You’re strong like that.” “Hey, Joon, is Yoongi ok?” He gives you a tight-lipped smile. “No, but I think he will be.” You nod. “Be good to her. She really likes you and she deserves to be treated like a queen!” You point at him with warning. Namjoon smiles wide, adjusting his eyes to see you better. “I wouldn’t have it any other way Y/N.” He looks down at his phone and then up at you. “Bear is out front. Get home safe. Promise I’ll take good care of her.” You hug him again and make your way out to meet your ride.

MIN:

“Be quiet. Your mother will freak if she sees you like this.” Yoongi strains, trying to keep a drunken Jin upright on the steps to their house. “She can be very overbearing, but she is a good mother Yoongi. I wish she could love you like she loves me. You deserve to know a mothers love.” Yoongi scoffs at the comment. “My mother wasn’t always how she is now Jin. She loved me once and in her strange way still loves me now.” He responds, leaning Jin against the house to retrieve his keys. He quietly unlocks the front door. “Shh.” Jin says to Yoongi, pressing a slender finger to his full lips. Yoongi throws Jin’s arm around his shoulder and helps him into the house. “That Jess girl really was nice, I might call her again. How was Lisa? Did you like her?” Yoongi shakes his head. “I think I’m good for a while.” Jin laughs quietly at Yoongi’s comment. “Animal! What have you done to my son?” The lights go on in the living room and both Jin and Yoongi find themselves looking up in shock at Lee An. “Mother, we are fine. Yoongi threw me a party. It was wonderful. We had a great time!” “You smell like a whorehouse! I knew I never should have let you hang around with this heathen!” “Stop it mother. I am not a child! Yoongi did a nice thing for me. You are always putting him down and I have had it!” Jin shouts. “Is that so?” Yoongi’s father appears from the hall. Jin swallows hard. “Sir.” Jin bows. “Is that any way to talk to your mother?” Jin drops his head in shame. “No sir. I apologize. I just got frustrated is all.” Jin explains. Yoongi’s father rests his hand on Jin’s shoulder. “Understandable. Why you are just being a proud hyung and defending your brother. Who can ever fault you for that?” Jin continues to look down. Yoongi’s father removes his hand from Jin’s shoulder and turns to face Yoongi, who immediately stands tall. “You should be honored Yoongi.” “He should be punished.” Lee An chimes in. Jin whips his head in the direction of his mother.

Yoongi takes in a deep breath as his father approaches him. “Sir, please, we did nothing wrong.” Jin pleads. “It’s ok Jin.” Yoongi murmurs. His father smirks. “You are almost enthusiastic for punishment son.” “Why fight the inevitable?” Yoongi’s father hums in agreement, turning to face Jin and Lee An for a moment, nodding briefly at a snarling Lee An. He spins suddenly and quickly, punching Yoongi in the stomach. The wind knocks right out of Yoongi’s lungs as he drops to his knees with a strained gasp. “Don’t.” Jin shouts, moving towards Yoongi. Yoongi’s father shoves him back hard, causing Jin to fall on his ass. “Don’t touch my son!” Lee An yells. Yoongi slowly regains his breath but only for a moment as his father kicks him in the ribs. He cries out in pain, rolling onto his side. “Get up!” His father shouts, grabbing him from the top of his head. Yoongi claws at his hand, fearing he will yank out the hair from his roots. His father releases him. He gains his bearings and stands upright on his feet. “Stop this now!” Jin shakes free from his mother’s grasp to intervene, only to be met with the back of Yoongi’s fathers’ hand. “Jin! Stay back.” Yoongi strains. He turns to face his father and reason with him. “Father…” His words are cut off by the intense humming in his head from being struck in the temple by his father’s heavy fist. He stumbles back but remains on his feet. “Do you wish to fight me son? I can see the anger in your eyes. That burning, you wish to strike me, don’t you? Well, come on.” His father moves close to him. Yoongi does not respond nor does he move but instead he drops his hands to his sides. They stare at one another for what feels like forever. Yoongi pants heavily, still struggling to breathe. “Please sir, just stop this now.” Jin calls out to Yoongi’s father. “You will never understand just how much I love you son, until you yourself become a father.” Yoongi’s father explains. “I don’t ever want to love someone the way you have loved me.” Yoongi responds plainly. His father smirks with a nod, striking Yoongi square in the mouth.

Y/N:

Your father was out of town on a business trip and you hated being alone in the house. It just felt empty and hollow without anyone around. You shuffled about in your oversized shirt and fluffy slippers, looking aimlessly for something to occupy your time. It had just started pouring out and you were instantly happy not to be at the lake. The rains usually brought in intense winds when on the lake and it made you nervous that a tree would fall over. You stood in your kitchen snacking on a granola bar, listening to the rain hit the roof, when a desperate slamming on your door caused you to shriek loudly into your empty home. Your heartbeat quickly in your chest and you wondered if you should even answer it. The knocking came again this time more intense than the last. You shuffle over to the door and press your ear against the cold metal. “Who is it?” You shout as bravely as possible. There is no answer, and you can’t help but think of every horror movie ever, where the dumb girl dies after asking who is at the door. “I have a big knife.” You call out now. Still no answer and now you panic wondering if the person on the other end has a gun. “Please go away. I’m calling the police!” You yell. “Y/N,” You hear from the other side, “Please, open the door. I didn’t mean to scare you.” You remove your ear from the door, your brows high in confusion. You yank the door open and gasp at the sight before you. “Oh my god, Yoongi, what happened to you?” You shake trying to grab a hold of a bruised and bloody Yoongi. You frantically look over his bloody nose, lip, and bruise forming under his left eye, unsure of if you should ask what happened. He takes notice of your alarm.

“Do I look so horrible?” He asks, leaning his weight on you. He smells of liquor and winces as you wrap your arm around his waist. “No, I just, are you ok? Did you drive here yourself?” He nods, walking over with you to the kitchen. “You could’ve killed someone.” You hiss, dropping him into a stool and rushing to grab ice and a wet wash cloth. “I needed to see you.” He confesses, stopping you in your tracks. “I thought you hated me.” You bring the ice over and place it on his eye while cleaning the blood from his face. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I couldn’t stay away any longer. You hurt me like everyone always does but you love me like no one else does.” He shakes his head, and you can see his free eye glisten with his held back tears. “Oh, Yoongi.” You swallow back a sob. “Don’t,” He cuts you off, “I don’t know what this is. I can’t decide right now. I just know that I needed to be with someone who doesn’t hate me.” He explains, allowing an angry tear to fall. You wrap your arms around him, his face buried in your chest. “I don’t care what happens after tonight. I just want to be here for you.” You kiss into the top of his head, allowing him to dig his hands into your hips and pull you closer to him. “Let me draw you a bath. It will make you feel better. Wait here.” You walk off to your room and into your attached bathroom. You sit on the side of the tub and begin to fill it with warm water, bubbles, and bath salts. You go back into your room to grab fresh towels and find Yoongi already undressing. You gasp and shift your eyes down to the floor. You hear him chuckle. “Shy doesn’t suit you baby.” He says, standing before you completely naked. Your eyes water at the sight of fresh bruising forming on his ribs. You feel your face flush as he walks over to you and takes your face in his hand. “Will you join me?” He whispers, rubbing his lips over yours and it takes everything in you to not pull him into a kiss. “If you want me too.” He just nods and walks into the bathroom, shutting off the running water.

You undress quickly and head into the bathroom to find Yoongi submerged up to his nose. You thank the heavens that you convinced your father to get the larger soaking tub installed. He shifts only his eyes over to you which causes you to giggle. He slowly slides his body up and waves for you to join him. You gently enter the tub, being sure not to lean against his battered chest but you are caught by surprise when he tugs you towards him. “Yoongi,” You tense up, “I shouldn’t put pressure on these.” “It’s ok, I just need you close.” He tugs at you again until your back is resting against his chest. You suddenly feel emotional and feel the need to tell him everything you’re thinking. “I’ve missed you so much. I’m so sorry Yoongi. I was so stupid. I need you to know I never had sex with Jimin. I don’t know what he said…” “Please stop talking. Just lay here with me.” He cuts you off, frustration lacing his voice. You release a slow sigh and allow your body to relax into his, laying your head in his neck. He rubs his left hand up your arm until it rests on your shoulder and rest his right hand on your belly. His breathing becomes calm and you wonder if he is falling asleep. After a few moments you nuzzle into his neck causing him to moan. Now knowing he isn’t asleep; you decide to inquire on his evening. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” You whisper. “No.” He clips. You raise your body up off his and straddle him instead, taking his face in your hands. “I am big shit in this city. My father knows so many people. I don’t know what happened or why your dad did this but I swear I can make sure he never touches you again.” He licks over his swollen lip, smirking at you. “Who said it was my father? Besides, I don’t need you to protect me but it makes me feel good to know you would call your daddy if ever I needed saving.” “I’m fucking serious Yoongi. I don’t ever want to see you like this again.” He pushes his back up away from the tub and pulls you into a gentle kiss. You melt into his soft lips, opening your mouth for his warm tongue to tease masterfully against yours. You moan into the kiss, nibbling at his top lip while reaching down to stroke his growing erection as it presses against your belly. “Make me cum brat.” He pants into your mouth.

Min:

Yoongi can’t stop kissing her, her soft mouth on his, driving him wild with need. His heart ached at her valiant attempt to provide him comfort, as if she could really protect him. No one could save him now. He can’t help but let a moan escape when she gently begins to pump his cock beneath the water. A flush of relief washes over his body. “I missed you too.” He admits, hitching his hips up as she gently glides his tip through her folds with every up stroke. He breaks free from her mouth and peppers kisses down her neck until he meets her collar bone, kissing and suckling at her exposed skin leaving a perfect purple mark on her flesh. He needed to claim her, show everyone she belongs to him. She shoves him back against the porcelain tub and begins to pump him faster using just her right hand in long languid strokes, being sure to run her thumb against the flesh on the underside of his sensitive tip. “God, how I’ve missed this cock.” She mewls, using her upper arms to squeeze her tits together. Yoongi takes one of her perky mounds in his hand as she continues her steady pace, dropping her free left hand from Yoongi’s chest down to massage his balls. Yoongi throws his head back against the tub in pure bliss as his body catches fire. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.” He pants as he feels his climax rise up. “I’m gonna cum.” He cries out, calling out her name as long white strands shoot out into the bath water. He is completely out of breath and still hard. He looks up into her lustful eyes, wanting so much more of her. “You really didn’t fuck him?” Yoongi asks, he can’t help himself. He needed to know the truth. She shakes her head frantically. “No. I swear it. I couldn’t stop thinking of you.” Yoongi’s heart flips at her confession. He knew he had no right to ask her, having fooled around with Lisa, albeit it was his attempt at retaliation for what he assumed happened. “Couldn’t stop thinking of me huh?” “No, you’re all I want. I need you, so bad. Please.” She whines. Yoongi’s cock twitches at her desperation for him. “Please what?” He moans, grabbing one of her full tits in his hand again and squeezing. “Please, sir.” He plants a kiss on her lips before they step out of the tub. She grabs a towel, attempting to hand it to him. He tilts his head to the side and instead drop to his knees in front of her. “Yoongi.” Is all that escapes her lips before he yanks her by the ass and brings her to his face. He slowly licks a long trail through her folds from her taint to her clit. Her moans echo through the bathroom while Yoongi buries his face deeper within her sopping cunt.

He places her right leg onto his shoulder while resting her plump ass on the side of the tub. He begins to suck on her full folds slowly, loving the soft mewls that escape her as he carefully takes each one between his lips. He swears she’s the most delicious woman he’s ever tasted. She bucks forward with a gasp as he wraps his mouth around her clit, sucking on it hard, becoming intoxicated on her scent and taste. She whines lustfully as he releases her sweet bud, moving down to her entrance. He looks up at her to catch a glimpse of her biting her lower lip as he begins to slowly fuck her with his tongue. He dives in and out of her, lapping up her arousal with lurid slurps and moans. She tangles her hands in his hair, alternating between calling his name out and cursing. When he feels her juices trail along his chin he moves back up to her swollen bud, taking it into his mouth again, sucking and licking in circles, driving her wild. He feels her inner thighs tremble and he knows she’s close. He lifts his right hand up and moistens two fingers with her lust before sliding them into her soaked cunt. She cries out from deep in her throat and Yoongi can feel his cock get harder than it’s ever been. “Whose needy cunt is this?” He asks between laps. “Fuck, it’s yours, it’s fucking yours sir.” She says out of breath, grinding into Yoongi’s face. He curls his two fingers up rubbing against that sweet spongy spot deep inside of her, and he can feel her walls begin to clench around him. “Say my name.” He pants. “Yoongi, fuck, Yoongi, I, I’m, fuck……Ahh.” She shrieks into the room. Her walls quivering, legs shaking, and breathing labored as Yoongi continues to lap at her cunt, riding her through her climax. “I can’t, it’s too much.” She gasps her body trembling. “Who’s pussy is this?” Yoongi asks continuing to lick at her overstimulated bud. “Yours, God, please, it’s yours.” Yoongi finally releases her, pleased with her response. He moves his mouth down, trailing kisses along her inner thigh before placing another purple mark, this time on the center of her inner thigh. She sucks in a breath watching Yoongi work. He slowly removes his mouth from her thigh, observing his handy work with a smile, and slowly stands, pulling her into a kiss. She runs her hand over his cock and he hums in approval. “I want you inside me.” She slowly strokes him, pushing him towards her bed. “I need to feel you deep inside me.”

Y/N:

He smirks suggestively as you push him closer and closer to your bed. He yanks you by your neck into another desperate kiss once you arrive at your destination. You get lost in this kiss however, it’s tender and gentle, so unlike him. He spins you slowly, switching places with you. He takes your bottom in his large hands, lifting you onto the edge of the bed. He trails kisses down your neck, taking your erect nipple into his mouth, hungrily sucking and nibbling on it. He releases with a quiet pop and gently guides you to lay on your back while he aligns himself between your thighs. He drags your body down by the backs of your thighs towards his drooling tip, wrapping your legs around his waist. “My God, Yoongi.” You cry out feeling his swollen head glide between your folds. “Please don’t tease me.” You mewl, pushing your hips forward. He slowly pushes into your entrance. His mouth falls open and your eyes roll back as he slowly adds inch by inch of his cock into you. “So, fucking, tight.” He growls, taking a moment once he bottoms out to allow you to adjust to his size. You buck your hips impatiently and he nods pulling out all the way to his tip and slowly entering you again, stretching you in the best way possible. “No one fills me like you!” You praise. Yoongi hums and begins to slide in and out of you at a methodically slow pace, his mouth wide, you can see he’s savoring every stroke. Still, you can’t help but lift your hips to meet his torturous thrusts. He grasps your waist to still you and continues to roll his hips upwards, releasing a sobbed moan into your room. “You feel so good Yoongi, please, fuck me harder, faster.” He smiles seductively, taking you by the back of the neck and pulling you up so you’re face to face with him, his cock pushing further inside you. “I don’t want to fuck you tonight,” He whispers into your ear, extending his hands down your back, and taking your ass into his large palms. He lifts you off the bed slightly and begins to glide you across his cock, still keeping with his original rhythm. You whimper into his neck feeling your core tighten as your clit rubs against his shaft. “God, Yoongi, feels so good.” You pant into his neck. Yoongi lifts you fully and climbs atop the bed, lying you on your back once more and repositioning himself between your thighs. He takes you in a full deep kiss, swirling his tongue around yours. “Ready to cum baby?” He moans softly, grinding against your G-spot. “Yes please sir. I want to cum all over your cock.” You mewl as he begins to hasten his pace, dropping a hand between you both to twirl circles against your clit. He drives himself harder into you, his tip pressing into your cervix. Your core ignites, as you feel that coil deep inside you tighten and suddenly explode. “Fuck Yoongi, I’m cumming.” You cry out as white-hot waves crash over you causing you to clench your pussy tightly around Yoongi. He releases an animal like moan into your neck, his pace becoming sloppy. “Fuck! Me too baby.” Yoongi cries out and you can feel his cock twitching inside of you, filling you to the brim with his hot seed. He continues to thrust through his climax, taking your mouth into a ravenous kiss. You moan lustfully, feeling the slickness of his cum dripping down from your cunt and onto your sheets. He releases you from the kiss, out of breath and looks you over, making no attempt to remove himself from inside you. He presses his forehead against yours and you glide your hands down his back. “Yoongi,” You whisper, running your hands back up his back and into his hair. “Yeah baby?” “I love you.” Your voice cracks at your confession.

MIN:

Yoongi sighs deeply, planting a kiss on her cheek. He wanted so badly to say those words back to her. He felt his heart swell as she looked at him longingly, seeing the truth of those words in her eyes. He swallows down the large lump in his throat and slowly pulls out of her. He makes his way into the bathroom to grab a towel. He brings it back to her and begins to clean her up. He can feel the tension fill the room as she stares at him nervously. “Yoongi.” She whispers. “I should go.” He declares once she’s clean. “Please don’t. I shouldn’t have said that. I meant what I said about wanting to be here for you. I’m sorry.” “No, don’t be sorry. It’s just, I’m just, I’m fucked up Y/N. I’m no good. You shouldn’t want to love me.” She pulls Yoongi towards her until he is forced to stretch his body out on the bed. She cuddles into his side, head resting on his chest, Yoongi feels so at ease with her so why on earth couldn’t he just say the words? After the blow-up with his father, Yoongi drank himself stupid until his head was running a million miles a minute. It wasn’t until you came across his mind that he felt his thoughts ease and he decided he needed to see you. How long had it been, he wondered? Two months? Two months too long. A soft kiss on his bruised ribs jolts him from his head. “Penny for your thoughts.” She lifts her head to look up at him. He strokes her cheek gently, taking in her beauty. “You are mine and I am yours. Do you remember me saying that to you?” He asks, reminding her of the first thing he ever told her the first time they were intimate. She nods. “I meant those words then and I mean them more now. I can’t be without you and I can’t stand the thought of anyone else having you. Seeing you kiss your ex brought up so many different emotions. Betrayal is the one that initially comes to mind. Then, meeting him and hearing him say you’d been together. I wanted to kill him over just the thought that he had his hands all over you,” Yoongi slides his body up so he’s resting his back on her headboard and she has no choice but to sit up and face him, “It may seem odd to you based off of my demeanor but I don’t cheat. If I make a commitment to you then I keep that commitment but if you burn me, I can promise, you and I are done. You burned me Y/N and even still I’m having a hard time forgetting you. I think that’s the worst part of this.” Yoongi looks her over, she’s deep in thought. “So, how do we move past this? I want to make it better.” She says. “I need you to be honest with me, always. Do I have anything to worry about with your ex? Is there any truth to what he’s saying? I mean why would you kiss him in the first place?” Yoongi had so many questions, questions he could see were making Y/N uncomfortable.

She shifted her body so she was closer to his. “I want to say that I needed some sort of closure but that would be a lie. I’m just stupid. I am so used to fucking up and still getting my way that it didn’t occur to me that my actions would affect you. The truth is no one has ever been able to make me feel and think about anyone other than myself until I met you. Now I find myself wanting nothing more than to be around you and please you. I fucked up Yoongi and I am so fucking sorry. I don’t want to lose you. I swear nothing more than that kiss happened and nothing will ever happen again. I am yours and you are mine.” She shrugs. Yoongi furrows his brow, searching her face for any doubt. “Come here.” Yoongi says as he leans in and plants a kiss on her lips. She practically melts into him. “Don’t betray me again brat.” He whispers into her lips. “I won’t. I promise.” Yoongi claims her mouth again, this time slower, filling it with his emotions. She moans softly. Once they part, he looks over her face, his heart racing, nerves taking over. “I love you too.” He confesses, feeling a heavy weight lifted from his shoulders.

Y/N:

You wake up feeling the best you ever have, rolling over to find a snoozing Yoongi beside you. After his confession last night, you both kissed until you fell asleep in each other’s arms. “Yoongi, I love you.” You whisper. Yoongi mumbles whilst rolling onto his back, sighing deeply, clearly still asleep. You kiss his cheek gently and climb out of bed, checking your phone. You find a message from your BFF. “On the way with your ride.” “Shit.” You whisper, checking the time to see an hour has passed since she sent the message. You hop in the shower and dress in shorts and an oversized sweater, pondering on how you can convince Yoongi to stay in all day with you. When you emerge from the bathroom you find Yoongi still fast asleep. You smile to yourself at the thought of him being this comfortable with you. Suddenly the doorbell rings and you jump up at the sound. Yoongi only sighs again. He must be extremely exhausted after the night he had; you think to yourself. You head out of your room to answer the door. “Hey bitch!” Your best friend smiles brightly at you. “Hey yourself.” You whisper. She pushes past you and you quickly trail behind her. “Here are your car keys, I can’t stay too long Joon is outside waiting to drive me home. How was your night? I know you hate the rain.” She looks you over suspiciously. “It was good. Quiet you know. How about yours? Did you and Joon…you know?” You raise and shimmy your brows at her. She giggles nervously before nodding hard. “Holy shit girl! About damn time! How was it?” “Amazing! He’s gently and kind and strong if you know what I mean.” She laughs. “Ew, TMI!” “Well anyway, it was a great night. I’m sorry our girls night got interrupted though. I’ll make it up to you another night. How about later?” “Uh, I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow, I might just stay in today.” “Girl, you cannot lay in bed crying over this Min boy nonsense. Besides, he wouldn’t let Jimin eating you out bother him if he knew you didn’t even cum. He would probably be overjoyed at the thought. Men and their egos you know.” She rolls her eyes as you both hear rustling from down the hall. Your heart drops. “What was that? Is your dad home?” She covers her mouth nervously. You swallow hard but try to laugh it off. “No, he’s gone till next week. I forgot to put some clothes away after I washed them, they probably toppled over. Anyways, you should get going before Joon freaks.” She nods in response and pulls you into a hug. “Call me later if your bored.” “I will.” You walk her out and head nervously back to your room.

As you enter you find the bed empty, “Yoongi.“ You call out before being pulled by the hair into a hard kiss. Yoongi shoves you back towards your vanity, lifting you off your feet and sitting you atop it. You moan into his mouth, your hands finding their home in his hair whilst his hands grip your hips. He drags your aching core up and down his growing erection, moving his wet open mouth kisses down your jaw and neck. “Fuck Yoongi, I want you so bad.” You whine, raking your nails down his back. He bites down hard into the soft flesh of your neck causing you to cry out, your cotton thong sticking to your moist cunt. You reach down and rub at his cock through his briefs. “I want to suck your cock.” You whisper in his ear. Yoongi says nothing, he just grabs a fist full of your hair again and yanks your head back, suckling at your exposed neck. You pant and moan loudly as Yoongi slides his hand up your short leg and rubs at your clothed center. “Please don’t tease me.” You beg, hitching your hips forward. Yoongi just smirks, still gripping your hair tightly. He carefully slides your cotton barrier to the side and glides his middle finger between your slit, coating it in your juices. He brings it up to his lips but before he inserts it in his mouth, he looks over to you lustfully. “Open.” You pant desperately and do as your told. He waste no time shoving his soaked finger in your mouth, allowing you time to suck your own juices from his finger. He grips your face with his remaining free fingers, causing the one in your mouth to glide dangerously close to the back of your throat. You take a deep breath to calm your gag reflex. He releases his grip on your hair and pulls your face towards him, “See how sweet your cunt taste? It’s no wonder all the men in this shit city want a piece of you.” Your eyes go wide and your heart races as you wonder if he overheard your conversation with your BFF. He pulls his hand from your face. “Yoongi…” You start before he quickly shoves two fingers inside your sopping pussy. You gasp at the feeling of pleasure that courses through you and immediately forget what it was you wanted to say. Yoongi curls his fingers inside you, stealing the moan that escapes your mouth with an aggressive kiss. He expertly fucks your cunt, his fingers moving in and out of you at a toe curling speed. The lurid sounds of your moisture and moans filling the room. “My greedy little brat loves getting finger fucked huh?” Yoongi grunts, wrapping his free hand around your throat. “Yes, fuck, God. Yes!” “Yes what?” “Yes sir! Fuck, yes sir! I fucking love it!” You practically shriek as he applies pressure to your clit with his thumb and you can’t help but grind your hips up with every circular movement he makes on your sensitive bud. You feel your core burn as your climax fast approaches. Yoongi clamps down on your neck causing you to grab his wrist as you pant desperately with your rising orgasm. He stares at you, mouth opened, with lust filled eyes, watching your every reaction. You whimper as your walls clench, “Fuck, sir, I’m gonna cum.” Yoongi smirks, pulling his fingers from you abruptly. You try to raise your body up in protest but he keeps you down with his tighten grip on your throat. He yanks your short leg and thong to the side again shoving his cock into you without warning. You cry out at the burning mix of pain and pleasure.

He yanks you forward into a painful kiss, your teeth clashing with his. You attempt to speak but Yoongi’s forceful thrust keep your head too dizzy to forms coherent sentences. “Does my brat like getting fucked stupid?” Yoongi growls between clenched teeth into your ear. You can only mewl and whimper, choosing to show your satisfaction by thrusting your hips forward to meet his. “I’m gonna cum into this needy cunt.” He whispers into your ear and you nod frantically, dying to feel his cock twitch inside you. You lower your hand from his wrist to attempt to rub your swollen clit but Yoongi uses his free hand to stop you, crying out as he fills your cunt with his hot seed. You clench around him, whining and thrusting trying to build up your high while Yoongi rides out his. “Don’t stop.” You plead. Yoongi releases your hand and you immediately drop it down to your needy bud, rubbing frantically as Yoongi continues to thrust into you. “Yes, fuck yes, don’t stop, I’m right there. God.” You cry out as your walls tremble. Yoongi kisses you hard and yanks his member from your aching walls. “What the fuck!?” You shout, swatting at Yoongi who steps back and begins dressing. “Tell me brat, is that what it felt like when Jimin left you wanting? Or do I do it better?” Your jaw drops as you watch him finish dressing. “Yoongi, you don’t understand.” You begin, sliding off the vanity. “That you’re a liar? No, I get that part. See, Y/N, I’ve been surrounded by liars my whole life. It’s no surprise to me that you’re one too.” “I didn’t want to hurt you Yoongi. It was insignificant.” He huffs at your comment, standing as he finishes lacing his shoes. “Am I insignificant as well?” He cocks his head to the side. “No, I love you. Jimin means nothing to me.” He nods and moves towards the door. Your heart seizes at the sight. “Please don’t leave!” You yank at his arm. He pulls his arm from your grasp. “On your knees brat!” He shouts and immediately you do as your told, tears streaming down your face. “Yoongi, please don’t leave like this. I’m sorry.” He walks over to you, pulling your face up by your chin. “My gorgeous brat,” He whispers, rubbing your wet cheek, allowing you to lean into his hand, “Keep testing and pushing my love because in the end, you will submit. I’ve made the mistake in thinking I could let my guard down but that was just me being foolish. I know what my spoiled little brat needs.” He grips your hair and yanks your head back, rubbing his lips across yours. “She needs to be punished. Craves it even.” He whispers before kissing you deeply. “Yoongi please, I’m sorry, I love you.” “I will forgive you for lying in exactly two weeks’ time. Let’s call it a cooling period. A time for reflection. Until then, you’ll be a good girl for me, wont you?” He looks over you lovingly and you can’t help but nod in response, wanting so bad to please him. He kisses you again. “See you then brat. You can stand when I’m gone.” He releases you and walks out, slamming the door behind him. You cup your aching cunt and drop to the floor, groaning in defeat, knowing Yoongi was right. You would always push but in the end you would always submit.

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Holiday | Part 17 |

Description of Part 1: Alex Turner x Reader (Female) | You’ve been friends with Alex Turner and the other boys from Arctic Monkeys since you were 13. You never for a second thought that Alex would release a song about you though. From late night phone calls and almost constant texting and teasing, you’ve managed to stay close with him over the years. When a pact is established and a holiday is arranged, life seems to be treating you very well. But a month in LA will either make or break you.

Word Count: 13K

Warnings: Divorce (Don’t worry)

A/N: Second to last part. Cries I know!!! But it’s okay, more Alex works in the future. This part is pretty much for Y/B/F so enjoy it! Taglists are always open. Thank you for reading x

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“Shopping in LA is actually my favourite place to shop, anywhere” Y/B/F grins at you as you stand in the queue to pay for your new clothes.  

“Honestly it’s so much better when you’re here” You smile at her.

You were so glad that she was over for the summer again. She’d come the day after your birthday which meant that your birthday celebrations continued on for practically the next week.

“I’m half sure Alex hates me when I make him come clothes shopping. He always tells me I’m making clothes up in my head and that’s why I never find what I want” You tell her as you both take a step closer to the counter.

“To be fair to him, you do that all the time” She scorns you, this time not even having a playful smile. She just shrugs and nods agreeing with what you told her.

“But the clothes exist” You pout at how you were again being bullied by your best friend.

If it wasn’t Alex, it was her. You couldn’t win.

She raised her eyebrows at you, making it blatantly obvious that she didn’t believe you.

“Don’t look at me like that, they do. I’ve seen them on Pinterest” You tell her trying to hold back a smile.

Her giggles echoed through the shop around you at that point. You shook your head at her before nudging her shoulder with your own.

But he laughs were infectious and you ended up having a giggle too, probably much to the dismay of the other customers around you. Thankfully though, you both didn’t appear crazy to everyone else for long as you were then called to the next till where you then paid for your new clothes.

Once back out into the summer heat, you headed right as you were working your way down the street window shopping.

“Right, where to now?” You ask her as you dodge the people who are in too much of a rush to be polite and move themselves out of your way, instead of you having to move out of theirs.

“Oh, I think we’re going in here” Y/B/F says as she points towards the lingerie shop a few stores down.

You smile but shake your head, “Absolutely not”

“Oh come on. I’ve gotta get something for when I go to see Miles anyway and I’ve got to treat Alex. He did pay for my flight after all” Your best friend tried to convince you.

She and Miles didn’t really end up going out with each other, it just ended up being them both having fun with the other when they were both around. You’d say it was a friends with benefits situation which seemed to be treating them both well.

“You’re treating my fiancé to things I wear though, so it makes me feel bad when you won’t let me get you anything” You tell her.

You always tried to treat her when she came over, but she never let you get her anything. Her excuse always being the same thing.

“Y/N, you’re giving me a place to stay for free and you bought my ticket over here. I’m treating the both of you and you’ll both enjoy what comes of it more than you will me buying you a card or something” Y/B/F pointed out.

You actually hold your ground this time and don’t give into her. She then lures you inside the shop though, by saying, “Come on, at least help me find something for Miles”

“Fine” You sigh before you take the hand, she was offering out to you.

She grins when she gets you in the shop, “Right okay good. Now, what’s Miles’ favourite colour?”

After spending half an hour finding something that she wanted, you browsing at all the different material made you buy something too. Something which she tried to purchase on your behalf, but you point blank refused.

She went for an emerald green set which you were a hundred percent certain that Miles would love on her. You, however, didn’t go for something as colourful.

You ended up with a new black set which you simply adored from the second you saw it. It was in the style of a body suit and you hadn’t yet bought a really nice one in this style before.

So, you ended up buying that and some black fluffy handcuffs because you thought they would be cute around either your wrists or Alex’s.

Thankfully when you got back the boys weren’t yet home. They were out at a meeting with various different important people about the Monkeys’ new album that they had all been recording. Nick and Jamie were over too, and they were renting an apartment a bit further into the city.

Miles was also recording another album at the moment which you were excited about for him. Alex had been helping him with it and Lana Del Rey had also had some input in the actual writing of the lyrics to his songs, so you were really excited to hear it when it was closer to being finished.

When both you and Y/B/F got back to your house, you both headed straight upstairs to change into your new purchases. Both of you knew that you would be going straight for the lingerie though and the actual clothes would be being tried on much later.

You weren’t shy about getting changed in front of each other as you’d obviously lived together in the years previous to when you moved out, so you’d both seen everything before.

Her set looked absolutely stunning on her and you couldn’t help but tell her that, “Miles is such a lucky bastard”

She giggled at that but then gestured towards you and the new bodysuit lingerie that you now had on. The lace that connected the bra to the underwear was something you were sceptical about, but now that you’d seen it actually on yourself, you loved it.

You couldn’t stop looking at yourself in the full-length mirror in your walk-in wardrobe.

“Oh my god you have to put these on with it just to add to the look for me” Your best friend instructs you after seeing a mess of shoes in the room.

She hands you some black heels.

“I like your thinking” You giggle as you take the large heels off her.

They were pretty high ones and if you wore them out, which you rarely did, you’d probably be taller than Alex in them. They were black ones, that were practically stilettos, that were red underneath and they tied up around your ankle.

You sat on the little stool you had in room and put them on as your best friend adjusted her bra to fit her properly. You made sure to compliment her, when she span around to check her angles, by wolf whistled her to give her another ego boost.

When the strap of on your heels were securely attached around your ankles, you stand yourself up and look into the mirror again with Y/B/F stood just behind you looking at your reflection also.

Of course, she was right, the heels really did bring everything together.

She marvels at your appearance, “Wow I actually love it”

“I love it too, I won’t lie” You say with a smile as you run a hand over the material.

“I’m sure your fiancé will love it even more” Your best friend grins at you as she shifts through your clothes to find something sexy to put on over her new underwear.

You point out a black sundress that you’d let her have as it looks sexy, yet it easy enough to get off quickly when things got heated.

You watch as she puts the dress on as you say, “Yeah well Alex can wait till a special occasion to see this piece”

“We look hot” You can’t help but express as you look at the both of you in the mirror.

She grinned and posed standing next to you, like you were both in a photoshoot. She stuck her tongue out in a teasing manner after she said, “Hell yeah we do”

“Mirror selfie for the private Insta?” She asked you, putting the dress down for a minute before grabbing your phone as it was closest.

“Course” You grin quickly double checking that nothing was showing that shouldn’t be.

After a few selfies, you made her try the dress on that you pulled out for her, and she looked gorgeous. It was short enough to attract some attention, yet innocent enough to not fully tell everyone exactly what she was after. She looked stunning.

“Oh my god, I’ve got an idea. Where are those handcuffs you have?” Your best friend asks you as she looked at the material that covered your body.

You stand up and head to a draw that was hidden away in your wardrobe, where you kept all your fun toys. You find the leather ones quickly and pull them out before closing the draw back up.

“Got these ones that you sent us the other year, but I put the new ones on the bed” You tell her, showing her the leather ones.

She smiled at you and hooked her finger in the other cuff before pulling you into your bedroom with it. You laughed and followed her with no resistance, making sure you didn’t deck it in your heels.

“What evil plan have you thought up?” You ask her as she lets go of the cuffs you had in your hand and picks up the new fluffy ones and removes the packaging off them.

“I think you should send your boyfriend some pictures on what he’s missing out on” Your best friend smirked at you.

You let out a giggle at her little plan, but you were fully on board with it.

“He’s gunna go insane” You laugh as you sit down on your bed.

Y/B/F laughs too, “Isn’t that the plan with every sexy pic? To make your man go insane?”

“You’re a bad influence” You shake your head at her.

“But you love it. And he’ll love it”

You smile, “Okay, what you thinking?”

She suggests that you attach one set of handcuffs to the post of the bed and have your wrist in that one. Which you do. And then she suggests putting the new fluffy one around your other wrist and leave that dangling to show it off.

She takes a few pictures of you lying on the bed like that and you’re both just giggling the whole time. It had been so long since she’d helped you take pictures like this, so it was just comical that you were both doing it again now.

And the fact that she kept on making jokes to you about how lucky Alex was.

After she took a few more photos, she instructed you to hold the other side of the bed with your free hand, so it made it look like you were tied up with both. You do as instructed, and again you’re both laughing too much to take it seriously, yet she still thinks that Alex will be drooling at his phone when he eventually looked at them.

Which you knew he would be.

She paused herself after taking one picture of you and looked at your phone screen intently, and you laughed at her. A grin made its way to her face before she looked back up to your before giggling a little when she said, “His jaw will be on the fucking ground”

You just laugh and when she walks around the bed, you thought she was coming to show you the photos, but no. She completely betrayed you.

You best friend quickly grabbed your hand that had the loose cuff around it and then proceeded to attach the free one to the other post of the bed. So, your arms were completely separate and cuffed to either side of the bed.

“What are you doing?” You chuckle nervously.

She just lets out a little playful giggle before heading back into your wardrobe before coming back out with her shopping bags in her hands.

“Y/B/F let me out” You say still a little shocked at her actions.

Your best friend has a shit eating grin on her face as she shakes her head. She smirks at you as she says, “No, I don’t think I will”

“Y/B/F come on; I’m being serious” You say sitting yourself up a little bit as best you could.

She grins at you, “I’m being serious too. And I think Alex is going to love his surprise when he gets home and finds you like this”

“Don’t you fucking dare leave me like this, he’s not home for another two hours” You say seriously, still completely shocked that you were now bound to your bed with no escape.

You couldn’t even kick your shoes off at her because they were strapped round your ankle.

“You can get yourself in the mood in that time, can’t you?” She playfully smiles at you.

She puts her other shopping bags on the ground as she teases, “Shall I put AM on for you? Get you in the right headspace?”

“Y/B/F” You shake your head at her as she makes the way to the vinyl on the shelves and she spots the record instantly.

“Hey, come on what about the plan. Teasing Al is funnier than this” You try and change her mind, but she just continues to put the record on the turntable.

She turns to look to you for a second before saying, “I think Alex is gunna like this plan a lot better”

You sigh and try and think of another excuse to get yourself out of your current situation. However, your mind draws a blank when Do I Wanna Know starts to play.

“Oh shit, Knee Socks is on the other side one sec” Your best friend plays dumb, loving that you were hating this.

But as your best friend, she knew she was doing you a favour and treating Alex at the same time. After all, she knew the actual truth of what time Alex was coming home, as the text had come through whilst she was taking pictures of you.

“You’re a bitch” You say but can’t help but laugh.

She too giggles before shaking her head, “Nah, you love me, and you’ll love me a lot more when you’ve impatiently waited for Alex to come home which will make the shag all the more interesting for you”

“I hate you” You say as she turns the music up louder.

“Love you too Sweetie” She blows a kiss at you before grabbing her stuff again and exiting your bedroom.

As she closes the door behind her, she can hear you shouting her name over the music and through the door. She has a little giggle to herself before entering her room (your old room) to grab a different pair of shoes to match the dress that she was borrowing from you.

About 5 minutes later, Y/B/F is waiting patiently downstairs for the front door to open as she knew that the guys would be home soon.

The text that came through on your phone, which your best friend still had in her hand, said both Alex and Miles would be coming back to the house in the next 10 minutes.

Something which Y/B/F was pleased about, because that meant she could escape to Miles’ sooner rather than later. And you being upstairs in the state that you were, would mean you wouldn’t judge her for it. Not that you would have done anyway, but she wanted to make it a fun evening for you too.

That was the only reason why she’d left you there.

She’d zoned out whilst watching TV thinking of all the dirty things that her and Miles could get up to, when she heard footsteps behind her.

“Hey, how was your day?” Alex asks his fiancés’ best friend.

She smiles round at the two men before saying, “Yeah, it was good thanks. How was the both of yours?”

“Pretty boring really” Alex replied before perching on the arm of the settee.

In the cheeky mood that she was in, Y/B/F thought she would tease, “Well I doubt that if your music is involved Al”

“You really are the flatterer, aren’t you?” Miles chuckles down at her, as he hadn’t decided to sit yet.

“Well you know me and my best friend… Suckers for both your music” Y/B/F said with a hint of mischief coming out.

Something that Alex picked up on straight away.

“Where is your best friend?” Alex asks, not wanting to be alone whilst shameless flirting took place.  

Y/B/F diverts her gaze back to Alex and she smiles, “Oh, she’s got herself a bit tied up upstairs. Got a call or something from work whilst we were out so she’s in your room trying to sort out the problem on her laptop”

“She alright?” Alex asks.

“She seemed a bit stressed out actually. She could probably do with a good relax” Y/B/F tells him as innocently as possible.

Y/B/F stands up and heads towards Alex to hand him your phone. “She’s left her phone down here. You alright taking it to her” You asked him, putting it in his hand.

“Yeah sure” Alex says before heading towards the stairs

“Miles whilst I’ve got you here. How about you take me and show me the view from your new neck of the woods?” Y/B/F shamelessly flirts.

Miles seems to be just as eager when he smirks and wraps an arm around her saying, “Sure”

“Why is something telling me that she’s not stressed up there?” Alex asks looking back to Y/B/F with a hint of suspicion.

“Oh, believe me she’s stressed” Y/B/F says before she grabs Miles’ hand and pulls him towards the front door.

Alex pays her no attention, just thinking she’s horny for his mate, before climbing up the stairs.  

He looks to your phone in his hand and smiles at your lock screen, which was a picture of the two of you at Matt and Breana’s wedding from last year. It was such a good day, it made him excited to eventually be able to marry you.

When Alex reaches the top of the stairs, he heads to the bedroom and is slightly confused as to why he can hear AM playing really loud. Weren’t you meant to be on a work call?

When he gets closer to the door, he can hear you shouting through it.

“Y/B/F get the fuck back up here now!”

“Y/B/F!”

Alex then opens the door confused, until he saw you lay on the bed wearing next to nothing, with your hands bound to the headboard. He was certainly not expecting the sight that he walked into.

Both of your words die in your mouths as you understand what’s happening. You both just stare at each other for a second.

Alex then clears his throat before he lets the bedroom door shut behind him. You watch as he goes and turns down the volume on the turntable before looking back towards you.

“Okay, so I’m fairly certain you shouldn’t be shouting your best friend’s name when you’re lying on our bed. Looking like that. Listening to me sing. And you know. You’re engaged to me” Alex tells her with an amused smile before he heads closer to the bed.

Your brain then kicks back into gear then, “Al, thank god you’re home… Please let me out”

“How long have you been like this?” Alex asks with a little chuckle before taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“I don’t know” You shrug as best you can “Like ten minutes or something thankfully”

“Why are you even like this at four pm?… Is this new?” Alex asks as he examines you, then the fluffy handcuffs.

You nod confirming that everything was new, and he quickly pecked your lips. Alex’s hands then go to working his way around the new handcuffs and where the safety latch on the side was. The fluff made it difficult to distinguish though, so you explained yourself as he worked.

“I was trying it on when Y/B/F suggested that I take a few pictures for you” You tell him honestly. “So, I was going to send them to tease you a bit, before you got home but she left me tied up”

Alex hands stilled on the cuffs when you started your second sentence.

“You were what?” Alex drops his hands and asks you, looking into your Y/E/C eyes.

You tell him quickly, desperation to be out of the cuffs seeping into your voice as you told him, “I was going to send you the pictures”

“Whilst I was at work?” Alex asks, double checking before he did anything.

“Yeah” You nod.

You certainly weren’t going to be sending them Miles.

“To tease me?” Alex then asks you with raised eyebrows.

And that was when you realised your mistake.

You immediately backtrack, “No”

“I think that’s what you just said” Alex said cocking his head to the side.

“No Alex, please let me out” You plead.

“Oh love love love” He says slowly before standing himself back up. “If you were going to send me pictures of you looking like this, you know what it would have done to me, don’t you?”

“Yeah but Alex i-“ You start to defend yourself, but you’re interrupted.  

“Don’t ‘but Alex’ me” He said before he shed off his denim jacket, leaving it on the back of the chair by the desk.

He comes back over and undoes a few more buttons on the white shirt that he wore before untucking it from his pants. You can’t help but gulp as you watch him.

God he was fucking sexy. Especially when he got like this.  

“You were trying to get me rock hard at work, weren’t you?” Alex calls you out on your actions.

You try and steer away from the subject again, “Al”

“Weren’t you?” He persists sternly.

You nod guilty at him and watch as he rolls up the sleeves to his shirt. God, why were his arms so sexy, with or without a shirt on?

“You know you’re not allowed to do that” Alex reminded you with a pointed look as he ate up how you looked.

“It was just going to be a bit of fun” You weakly defend yourself.

Alex nodded at you, but it was clear to see that he was not impressed by your defence.

“Just a bit of fun” He repeats to himself before his lustful gaze met yours, “Oh right… Well”

Alex that kneels on the end of the bed before separating your legs so he can crawl up your body between them.

“It’s just going to be a bit of fun playing with you for the two hours I was meant to be in that meeting for then, isn’t it?” He says as he makes his way up your body. His gaze feels like it’s burning your skin as he takes in every detail of your new attire.

“Alex” You shake your head at him. You truly didn’t plan on doing this today.

“Y/N” He says, looking up at you after placing a kiss to your lace covered stomach.  

“Alex, don’t you fucking dare” You warn him, pulling against your restraints a bit.

“Sweetheart…” He coos as his face now hovers over yours.

He kisses your lips once before pointing out, “I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands”

“Al” You change your tactics to pleading again, but he cuts you off by putting his finger over your soft lips.

You liked it when you were the one doing this to him. You wanted to be on top of him. Not the other way around.

“Ah no” Alex shushes you. “I think you’ll find it’s Mr Turner as of right now”

You gulp. You were in for a long night.

~*~*~*~ Summer 2018 ~*~*~*~

A lot had changed for you over the last few years and to be honest, a lot had changed for Alex too.

Not everything was a good or happy change though. As a few days Alex’s 32nd birthday earlier in the year, both you and him found out some rather upsetting news.

Matt had come around to your house one evening, not looking so good, with some news that you didn’t expect to ever hear fall from his mouth.

“Me and Bre are getting a divorce”

Needless to say, that shocked you and Alex completely. You both weren’t expecting it at all as they had kept their problems very hidden which probably wasn’t healthy for either of them to do in hindsight. But when Alex softly questioned him about it after he asked if he was alright, Matt started to open up to the both of you.

Matt had a good cry and got his emotions out and seeing your very close friend so upset like he was, it really got to you as well. So, you and Matt ended up having a little cry together as you all spoke about everything and Alex was the strong one for the evening.

When you were with Matt, you only let a few stray tears fall down your face, which you quickly brushed away because you felt like you needed to be strong for him. Alex could obviously tell it was affecting you more than you were letting on, but he would talk to you later when Matt wasn’t around to see you get upset.

You felt so bad for crying, even the smallest of tears in front of him, but you couldn’t help it. Both of your friends were hurting and every time you thought about Amelia you cried.

When you gave Matt sometime alone with Alex, you went upstairs and composed yourself before you called Breana. You had to check that she was okay, because she had become such an amazing friend to you whilst you were living out here.

You would obviously always have Matt’s back, but you couldn’t not check up on her, when she now meant so much to you too. You’d called her and you talked for about an hour on the phone making sure she was okay.

Thankfully she seemed to be, and her story matched up to Matt’s completely. They hadn’t been happy for about 6 months and it was unfortunate that they had fell out of love. It broke your heart listening to the story being told again.

But of course, you understood. They had to and would do right by Amelia.

Nothing had changed there. They were both still grateful that they had their little angel, and they knew that the best way to ensure she had a happy childhood would be for the two to part ways on good terms.

And you couldn’t fault the pair for that. Doing right by themselves and their daughter was very amicable.

Matt had told both you and Alex downstairs that he would be moving out of their house and he was going to find somewhere relatively close by. So, he could both give Breana her space, but he would be still be close to Amelia.

Alex had offered for him to stay in your house for a while which matt seemed very grateful for, which when she told Breana about it, she also thanked you for doing.

You made a point of telling her though, that just because Matt was your childhood friend didn’t for a second mean that you were never going to speak to her again. You told her point blank that she meant a lot to you and that she couldn’t get rid of you easily so she shouldn’t try to.

Something which made her laugh and you were glad the call ended on a happy note.

After you discarded your phone though, you just sat and thought for a few minutes as you continued to wipe the stay tears away. But the more you thought about it, the more the whole thing upset you.

Never for a second would you have thought that Matt and Breana would get a divorce. They were such a loved-up couple and seemed truly happy with each other.

And that scared you to death.

Because you didn’t ever want to fall out of love with Alex. And the possibility of that happening to you truly terrified you.

So, with your mind going on overdrive about that, you got yourself quite worked up. Thankfully, your bedroom was like a safe haven though so you could cry as much as you liked in there.

Alex walked into your bedroom to find you sat at the desk, weeping into your hands.

“Y/N/N” He said softly to get your attention, once he’d closed the bedroom door.

You pick your head up out of your hands, and Alex saw how puffy your eyes had become. It hurt his heart seeing you like that.

You got up out of your seat wiping your tears away as you walked towards him, craving to be held by him.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t stop crying” you said to Alex feeling bad.

“It’s okay. Come here” Alex said stretching his arms out towards you.

You walked into them and Alex kissed you on your head as you cried into his chest as you hold onto him tightly. After crying for a good few minutes, Alex sat himself down on the bed and pulled you onto him, so you were straddling his lap.

“Hey hey hey” Alex softly says trying to get your attention and getting your messy hair out of your face.

Both his palms rested on your cheeks and his thumbs were wiping away your tears as he looked into your glossy eyes.

“Breathe” Alex told you and you nodded closing your eyes and started taking in long shaky breaths.

Once you were slightly calmer and the tears started falling less frequently, you tried to speak to him. You were face to face and you were looking in Alex’s lovely chocolate eyes.

“I’m sorry” You said in a squeaky voice, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.

“Hey shh” Alex calmed you, wiping another tear that fell.

Your eyes looked gorgeous right now, but he wished you weren’t upset. He just wanted to make your pain go away. He wanted you to be crying happy tears to make your eyes sparkle like they were doing.

“You don’t need to apologise” Alex said softly, and you took another shaky breath.

“I do, because you should be looking after Matt right now, but instead you’re in here looking after me” You said in a strangled voice and a few more tears fell.

“Ey no. You’re my girl, taking care of you is my job. And Matt’s asleep downstairs, it’s okay” He tells you and you nod, pressing your lips together to hold back a sob.

Alex could feel your lip threatening to tremble and it broke his heart.

He’d never seen you this upset. Ever.

In the 18 years that he’d been your friend he’d never seen you like this.

He could tell you wanted to say something, but he could somehow feel that you were holding it back.

“What you thinking?” Alex almost pleaded with you to tell him.

His hands fell from your face and rested on your hips to give you a bit of space, if you needed it, but he made sure to keep you close. He didn’t want you upset like this feeling alone.

“I’m gunna sound like a right bitch now but please don’t take it that way Al” You start by saying as you wipe your face with your sleeve.

“What is it love” he asked you, letting you take your time with your words.

You look another shaky breath before asking him, “Are you happy? With me?”

Alex didn’t even need a second to answer you.

He looked you straight in your eyes and said, “Yes. Y/N you make me the happiest man on the planet every day. Do you think you don’t make me happy? Do I not make you happy?”

“No Al, that’s not what I meant by it. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been, I swear” You tell him panicking a bit.

You loved him completely. He had your heart.

“What do you mean baby? Why did you think I wasn’t happy?” Alex asks you as you wipe some more tears away.

You took a moment to make yourself stop crying. You took a shaky breath and told him in a strained voice looking anywhere other than his face “I don’t, I just don’t wanna go through that Al”

“Go through what?”

“A divorce like that. And I know we aren’t married or whatever, but the thought of not being with you makes me feel sick” You tell him with tears spilling again.

“And I know that sounds really selfish right now, but I just want you to know that I see a future with you and the thought of ever going through what Matt’s going though, with you, makes me feel ill” You begin to tell him.

You continue on to bare your heart to him, “I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone and I’m so happy with you… I wanna be happy like we are for the rest of our lives Alex so just please… If I piss you off, or if you ever hate me for anything, or you have something in your mind telling you something’s wrong... Please just tell me because I love you with all of my heart… And I’ll do anything to keep us this happy”

You take a shaky breath when you finish your declaration of love to him and throughout it you didn’t stop wiping your tears away. You wanted him to know you were deadly serious and the eye contact that you maintained with him as you said it, told him that that you were being 100% genuine.

He already knew that anyway as you’d never lie to him.

“Y/N/N” Alex sighs with a soft smile, before he cups your face again and pulls you in for a soft but stern kiss. His kisses you a few times and he can taste your tears, but he knows the kiss will help you in a way that his words can’t.

When Alex pulls away, he looks you in the eye before he speaks from the heart.

“Y/N, I love you so fucking much… It actually hurts me to not be able to explain how much I actually love you. Like my heart hurts right now because I can’t tell you how much you physically mean to me” Alex tells you feeling the ache in his chest.

His eyes had also started to slowly gather water as he continued to tell you his feelings.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I don’t ever, ever want to let you go. You don’t have to worry about another messy break up or even a divorce because I’m here for good. I don’t want another heartbreak and by the sounds of it you don’t either”

You smile at him and shake your head, “No I really don’t. I just wanna be with you and be as happy as we have been”

“So do I, baby. I swear” Alex also smiles.

“Please promise me that well just talk to each other about everything… Because, we’re not stupid, we know will have arguments over stupid stuff and probably some big stuff too, but I can’t ever think of not loving you anymore. I wanna be and I will be in love with you for the rest of my life. So please just promise you’ll talk to me?” You pretty much beg him.

“I promise you Y/N/N, because that’s how I want it to be. I wanna marry you one day and I want you to be mine forever. I want you to know I’m yours forever” Alex tells you as tears trickle down his face to.

And this time it’s your turn to wipe them away. “I love you” You tell him with a smile.

“I love you too baby” He smiles and brings your lips back to his.

This time you can taste his tears too and your fairly certain yours are still running down your face. The kisses last a long while. They aren’t heated, they all just hold so much passion within them that you don’t want them to stop.

You both knew they weren’t leading to anything sexual because neither of you were in the mood for that today. You were just both emotionally drained and just needed something to keep the other going for a bit longer.

When you both pulled away you were completely drained. Of both energy and tears. Your lips were swollen, as well as your eyes from crying all day and Alex’s eyes were red too now.

“I love you” You croak out again, but Alex shushes you with his finger on your lips.

“No more crying today” He smiles, which made you chuckle.

“Okay” You whisper with a smile and a nod.

“I wanna go shower” You say to him after a second, feeling completely disgusting. You could feel the dried tears on your cheeks and you just felt like you needed to relax.

“Okay love” Alex smiled at you before pecking your lips once more. “I love you too” He tells you and you smile.

The both of you stand up and you give Alex the biggest hug and he hugs you back the tightest he ever had. The last 15 minutes had been emotional for you both and you think that you both couldn’t wait for night-time to fall.

The rest that you both craved would soon be there but you both needed to be there for Matt. In every way that you could.

You let go of Alex and release a deep breath. “Right. I’ll be down in twenty minutes” You tell him, and Alex doesn’t question you.

He nods before kissing you again and afterwards he reiterates, “I love you”

“I love you too” You smile at him and giggle as he pushes you towards the bathroom.

“I’ll be in the lounge when you’re ready” Alex tells you and you nod before you enter the bathroom.

You blow him a like kiss and say, “We’ll get him back to being Matt” You promise both yourself and Alex.

You both could see that he wasn’t himself earlier. Not that you expected him to be, but you would both do everything in your power to make it, so he was his old cheerful self again.

“We will” Alex nods to you before you both head in separate directions.

And you both did get Matt back to his usual self. It took a long while and it wasn’t easy but by Summertime he was doing well. Apparently, the couple hadn’t been in love with each other for a long while before they told anyone which meant that getting them both back out there when the time was right was a little easier.

So, when it came to Matt and Breana seeing other people it didn’t take as long as it usually would have. But in every relationship, it took different people different times to bounce back.

And they had both gone around it the right way and there was no cheating taking place because they were again single now. Lies and deception always hurt people more than the truth usually, so you were glad they had gone about everything in the right way.

Breana had been wanting to go out with you a bit whilst Matt and Alex were away in the spring on their first leg of the Tranquillity Base Hotel and Casino tour, which you happy joined her doing so. You were quite the wing woman for her as you were sure Alex was being for Matt whilst they were away.

In fact, by the time the boys were home for a break between legs of the tour, Breana was speaking to someone who was making her really happy. And you were thrilled to see her like that, as you were thrilled to see Matt who looked amazing when he’d come back home.

Matt stayed with you for two months before he found himself a decent sized apartment that was slightly further into the city. The place was really nice and you, Alex, and Miles had all helped him move in and did the place up for him.

So, you were sure that he would have no issues taking ladies he would meet back there with him now he’d slept about a bit on tour. Something which wasn’t particularly uncommon for people to do after breakups, so you encouraged him with whatever he chose to do.

Alex seemed to tell you though that nearer the end of the tour the women leaving various hotel rooms became less frequent which you guessed was good. At least he’d got it out of his system whilst he’d been away.

So, by the time Y/B/F came over for her annual summer visit, everything was pretty settled. The divorce announcement went out around march which of course drew some attention to the band, but most people were just excited for the new album.

Which you and Y/B/F were obviously over the moon about. You’d heart Alex play about with some of the songs on the piano upstairs a few times when he wanted your opinion on it, and you loved it.

Your man was very very clever at writing lyrics and creating the most amazing music. You truly loved the new album, you thought it was the cleverest one yet lyrically and you could tell Alex and all the other boys were really proud of it too.

You were also really proud of Miles. Not only because his new album was out, but also because he had recently just made things official with his new girlfriend.

Unfortunately, Y/B/F and Miles never became anything serious, but they were still good friends and she was really happy for him when he told her that he was seeing someone. You were surprised she took it so well but then she said that she was truly okay after it.

Currently, Miles was back home in the UK doing his tour, before the festivals kicked off properly, which both him and the Monkeys were doing pretty much the same ones together. You were excited to go around with them to some of the new places that you hadn’t yet been when you got the time off work.

Breana had just taken Amelia away to her Mum’s for a month, meaning that Matt was around your place a lot again because he was bored (he usually stayed over a lot too). Breana in herself was doing really well and she introduced Matt to the guy she was seeing before she went away (not that the guy went to her Mums with her) but it was nice to see that they were both respecting each other.

You didn’t think that the guy she was seeing had got as far as to meet Amelia yet, but afterwards when Matt talked with her about him, he apparently said that he seems nice and if she wanted to let Amelia meet him, she could.

Y/B/F once again back staying in your old bedroom, so your days were kept busy either working from home or entertaining her, which was great. You were glad your job was a more relaxed one and if you wanted to you could do bits from home. So when she came over, it made life a lot easier because you didn’t want to abandon her.

You truly loved it when she came over. Every time she came, she brought a new dynamic with her.

And as it turned out, this time seemed to be the most memorable of her coming over.

You, Alex, Matt and Y/B/F were all sat in the lounge having a few drinks, after just finishing off a Chinese takeout. You were all chatting away about a load of different topics that came into people’s minds.

The topics ranged from the tour, to new music, to Y/B/F wanting to move out here (something that she was seriously considering doing), to Matt’s new apartment, to Matt’s relationship status.

“Come on Matt, you’re such a Dilf! You need to get back out there” You tell him truthfully.

Matt chuckles at that comment, just double checking with you though, “Did you just call me a Dilf?”

Y/B/F was hysterically laughing next to him on the other sofa as Alex was sat next to you on the other one. You’d won the spot on the settee tonight, so you were very happy.

“What does that even mean?” Alex looked to you and ask.

You glanced at your, so behind the times, fiancé and shook your head. You pressed your lips together to try and control the big smile that wanted to make its way onto your face.

You cooed him, “Oh Hunny, you don’t wanna know”

He just gave you a confused look before your attention moved back to your friends on the other settee.

“She’s right though” Y/B/F tells Matt, agreeing with your comment and nudges Matt.  

You gesture to your best friend and nod to her as a thank you for the back up, “See Matt… It’s not just me. You need to get back out there”

“I’ve been back out there” Matt tells you, even though he knew full well that you’d been checking up on him throughout the tour.

“You know I don’t just mean like a night thing Matt. You were so goo-“ You begin tell him before you’re rudely interrupted.

Alex pulls you down onto his lap, so your top half is lay across his lap as he playfully says, “Why do you wanna fuck my best friend when your engaged to me?”

You burst out laughing seeing his phone in his hand and seeing urban dictionary page open on it. You laugh so loudly you can only just get your words out in between your laughs, “I can’t believe… You just googled… What Dilf just meant”

“I can’t believe you wanna fuck Matthew when your meant to be marrying me” Alex chuckles down at you, as you still giggle away in his lap.

Matt and Y/B/F laugh at the scene playing out in front of them too.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck Matthew but thought it may have risked something ever starting between us, so I didn’t, because I fancied you more” You sit up and tell your boyfriend honestly.

Alex looks towards you with a playful glint in his eyes but to the onlookers in the room it appears to be a look of betrayal. Alex scoffs at you and you grin and kiss his cheek, missing his goatee, before you turn back to the other people in the room to reiterate your point.

“But no, Matt, I’m being serious. You used to be so good at chatting up girls back home. If you would have chatted me up back then I definitely would have said yes so just do what you did back then” You encourage him.

“Matt, do you want her because I think she wants you more than me mate” Alex says from your side and you chuckle.

You look to your fiancé, who looks completely done with you, and tell him, “Al, if you would’ve tried to seduce me back then, I’m sure we would be long married by now”

“Well it worked didn’t it? Because you’re here now” Alex said rather cockily.

You raised your eyebrows at him, “You didn’t seduce me Alex, I missed out on that part”

“What do you mean ‘I didn’t seduce you’? I literally got you to be my girlfriend after two weeks of you staying with me” He practically scoffed, as if it was obvious.

“Please” You roll your eyes a bit, “We only made it official whilst I was still on holiday because we were both drunk and horny as fuck, so we just shagged”

His jaw drops at that. He couldn’t believe you were denying his attempts at seducing you.

You’re having none of his lies though. So you get back up, “Even Matt can vouch for that, because we didn’t put each other down the night we shagged”

“It was revolting” Matt told Y/B/F and you looked towards him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Oh shush, you enjoyed it” You play before you look back towards your man, “And we definitely wouldn’t have made it official that quickly if that didn’t happen”

“But I’d asked you on the date the day before that happened, so it was gunna happen” Alex tries to maintain an argument.

“Yeah but I wasn’t going to shag you straight away Alex” You say seriously, and he raises his eyebrows at you, giving a look of complete disbelief.

“Y/B/F tell him” You say before turning to look back at her, “When I actually liked someone, I didn’t just sleep with them straight away did I?”

“Never on the first date” She grins and Alex chuckles beside you.

“Don’t even suggest it was on the second because it wasn’t” You say sternly.

Y/B/F smiled, “No, you were good, to be fair. If it was someone you actually liked, and it wasn’t just a rebound thing, it was a good month or so before penetration happened”

Matt burst out laughing at the way she put it. You just released a little embarrassed laugh before you hid behind your hair a little bit.

“Awh Y/N/N, you’re so cute” Alex said hugging you into his side.

“I know I am” You say before looking around at him again, his arm still remained around you though.

“You don’t even know how nervous I was the morning after though. I thought you were just going to be like ‘That was alright now bye, see you when I never come back to Sheffield’” You tell him honestly.

Until he actually said that he liked you too, you were really nervous about that happening.

“How could you even think that?” Matt says dramatically, making you and Alex look back towards him, “He’s been obsessed with you since we were sixteen”

“Well how was I meant to know that Matthew?” You give him a pointed look.

Matt then sighs before putting his bottle of beer between his legs so he could start counting up on his fingers, “The fact that you were always invited around maybe? Invited to every gig? He always walked you back home? That all of us lads made every excuse that it was your house we would go around to when it was raining? And you were even invited on the first official tour?”

“Oh yeah and at the end of that tour when you came back from America and he’d started seeing Alexa, it really seemed like he wanted me then” You say defending your past self for being oblivious.

“Don’t be bitter about Alexa. Yeah, she was sly about you, but it wasn’t her fault Alex was a pussy” Y/B/F jokes and you laugh when you see Alex stick two fingers up at her.

She and Matt just giggle before you lean back into your fiancé a bit more, getting yourself comfy. You felt his beard prickle the top of your head as he pressed a kiss against it.

“I’m not bitter about her at all, I really liked her at the time. And she inspired some banging tunes… I’m glad I didn’t go out with him until now” You say before leaning the top of your head against Alex’s jaw before you pat his cheek from your awkward position on the settee.

“Yeah that’s true. We wouldn’t have Secret Door or Arabella” Y/B/F reiterates.

“You are aware Arabella was about Arielle, not Alexa, right?” Matt grins beside your best friend and she playfully shoves his shoulder.

Your best friend grins at him whilst pretending to be annoyed saying, “Right Matt, how about I tell you things about the four of you that you don’t even know?”

Matt grins back at her saying, “Try your best darling, your sources won’t be fact checked”

“When she’s my source?” She confidently says back before pointing at you and taking a sip of her wine.

“Y/NNN” Matt draws your name out as he looks back towards you. You smile to show him your listening, and it prompts him to continue, “You know that conversation we had way back when, that what happens on tour stays on tour, did you stick to that?”

You change the subject right back to what it was immediately. “So yeah Alex, I’m glad I go with you later, because if not, they wouldn’t have had that fitting song on Love Island if it wasn’t for you writing that song about Arielle”

The other three people in the room laughed at your attempt at distraction and thankfully Y/B/F helps you out at keeping Matt off that other topic.

“Yeah but you wouldn’t have got the rest of AM if it wasn’t for you so” Y/B/F pointed out with a grin.

“Stop itttt” You whine before hiding yourself into Alex’s body.

He just sat there and chuckled, letting you hide into him like an embarrassed schoolgirl who’d just been caught kissing someone.

You didn’t like to be reminded your favourite songs were about you. You’d told no one that Cornerstone was about you. Not even Y/B/F and you were certain Alex hadn’t told any of the lads.

And things would be remaining that way.

The rest of the night was spent making jokes and chatting each other’s ears off until Alex fell tired. Of course, you weren’t surprised by this.

A combination of an early morning and alcohol in Alex’s body made him more susceptible to falling asleep on the settee. Something which you hated because it was always a ball ache to wake him up and get him to come up the stairs with you.

So, before he fell properly asleep you sent him to bed.

“Get some rest, I hear it’s your day to make food tomorrow” Y/B/F smirks as Alex tiredly walks towards the stairs.

“I fucking hate that we made that weekday rule” Alex mumbles to himself but you just giggle.

“Goodnight my love” You say before blowing him a kiss which he doesn’t attempt to catch, he just smiles before blowing one back at you and heading up the stairs.

You’d take that.

About an hour later when you and Y/B/F had finished off your shared bottle of wine you said retired up to bed too. You weren’t really tired yet, but you were getting there.

So, you left the other two downstairs after asking Matt which bedroom he was staying in tonight, just so you knew. It wasn’t uncommon for him to stay over so he always ended up picking the same room that was pretty much on the opposite side of the house, compared to your’s and Alex’s.

You said goodnight to them before making your way up the stairs and as silently as you could you made your way into your bedroom. Alex was lightly snoring away when you got in there and you could tell he was really tired.

Usually when you both went to bed you would chat for a while, but it wasn’t so bad seeing Alex like this either. He looked so cute these days, despite having his new goatee which made him look a little older.

You’d grown to love it as much as you loved the hair on the top of his head. You hated that he pulled off every single style he went for, and it was completely effortless.

You get yourself changed into your pyjamas silently, assuring you didn’t disturb your sleeping beauty and once you’d been to the bathroom, you got yourself into bed. Something which you thought you managed to do without waking Alex up, but as soon as you settled yourself on your side, you felt him roll onto his side before pulling you back into his chest.

You smiled him being cute and you carried on reading the book you had bought on your phone. You would say you did that for around an hour, until you felt the need for a drink of water.

The alcohol you’d previously had made your throat a little dry, so you unfortunately had to get yourself up. You picked up Alex’s hand, that was hugging you to him, placed a kiss on the back of it before gently moving it from around you.

When you got yourself up you did a little stretch before you made your way out of the room, once Alex had settled himself again. This time he’d rolled onto his back again and was back lightly snoring away quickly.

You’d forgot to stock up the little mini fridge with water bottles, so you headed downstairs to get yourself one.

You silently walked down the hall to the stairs until you stopped dead in your tracks to make sure you weren’t hearing things. You’d just made it to the top of the stairs and was about to descend until you heard a bed creaking and Y/B/F’s muffled moans.

Your jaw dropped to the ground.

For a split second, you thought that she’d called up Miles to come over, but you remembered that he now had a girlfriend and he was back in Liverpool. Which meant that the only guy Y/B/F actually knew over here was Matt.

Y/B/F and Matt were shagging in your old bedroom.

You abandoned your plan for a drink before hastily running back to your room, silently screaming. You were so happy that this was happening, you couldn’t even lie.

You shut your bedroom door quietly before you let out the tiniest squeal and jumped over Alex on the bed.

Alex jumped awake and you felt the sleep actually jolt out of him and his tired eyes were now wide looking at you like you were crazy. To be honest, you didn’t blame him, you must have looked like a right freak, but you were too excited to care.

Once Alex realised that everything was fine, he blinked a few times before he tiredly rubbed his eyes as he said, “Right if you’re waking me up for sex Y/N/N, I thought we agreed the best way to do that would be with your mouth, not you actually jumping on my body. That’s not what ‘jump your bones’ means”

Despite him saying that he raised his hands, so they landed on your hips and he made an effort to begin to lift up your top. You quickly swatted his hands away though and he gave you a look of confusion.

“What’s up with you?” Alex chuckled looking at you above him.

“Matt and Y/B/F. They are shagging” You told him before covering your mouth and squealing slightly.

“No” Alex said with wide eyes. Very clearly shocked.

You nodded down at him before you covered your mouth and lent down against his chest and squealed into him like he was your pillow. This was actually mad, you never expected this.

“How do you know?” Alex asked you and you sat back up.

“I could hear them near the stairs” You told him.

His eyes were wide, probably in both shock and because he’d been woken up by a jump scare.

“I did not see that one coming” Alex told you and you could see that he truly never expected this to happen either.

“Same, but I’m happy about it. Aren’t you?” You asked him.

You were happy for Y/B/F but, by god, you were extremely happy for Matt.

Alex nodded up to you with a smile, but you could see it grew tired again. You felt the need to call him out on something then.

“Did you literally only wake yourself up at bit then because you thought we were going to have sex?” You playfully grin.

Alex then gave you a half dirty look before defending himself, “Don’t want to disappoint you my love, the twice a day thing lasted a solid year, but it’s been a minute”

To be fair it had been a little while since you’d had sex twice in one day. You just were never really alone anymore, partly because of Matt staying and now Y/B/F. You still got your morning sex though, so it wasn’t so bad.

“Because you’re old now” You say in jest, with a teasing smile

“It was your birthday last week, you’re just as old as me darling” Alex plays back, a smirk now on those lips.

You decide to play a bit more, “I don’t look older than I actually am though” You even have the air on his chin a little scratch just so his tired mind didn’t have to work so hard to understand the point you were making.

“You love my beard” Alex says furrowing his eyes.

You shrug at him before you peck his lips, “I can live with or without it”

You then climb off it to lie yourself down next to him again. You turned yourself onto your side, so your back was once again facing him, and you heard him scoff.

“Didn’t hear you complaining about it this morning when it was between your legs” Alex said, and you felt him turn himself over, so he was facing your back.

You grin a little at that. You knew exactly what was about to happen now. Y/B/F wasn’t going to be the only one getting some tonight.

You just shrug again before saying, “I don’t recall complaining when it wasn’t there either”

Faking your disinterest seemed to work a treat, because the next thing you knew you were biting back moans and desperately pulling on your fiancés hair as he made a point of showing you how good his beard actually was.

~*~*~*~

The next evening you walked into the kitchen, leaving Matt and Y/B/F in the lounge, and wrapped your arms around Alex’s waist as he cooked dinner for you all.

“You okay?” He asks you.

You nod against his back and say, “Yep” before you release him and jump up on the counter so you could watch him cook.

After a minute, you ask him in a hushed tone, “Has Matt mentioned anything to you?”

Alex looked up to you and smiled before shaking his head.

“Nothing” He told you and you shook your own head in disappointment.

You couldn’t believe they were keeping it a secret. You’d literally been tiptoeing around the subject all day hoping she’d tell you, but you’d got nothing.

“Has Y/B/F said anything?” Alex asked you and you shook your head.

“Nah nothing, I’ve literally been pushing for the conversation about it but she’s not saying anything” You tell him, pouting your lip a little.

“Don’t look all upset. They might just wanna keep it to themselves for a bit” Alex said, and you understood but you sighed.

You try and not see it that way, but your best friend told you everything. Sometimes even before things happened with someone, she would say that she thought it was going too.

She was never shy about her feelings; you didn’t understand why she was being secretive about what she was up to now.

You sigh, “But I told her literally the next day about us… Why keep it a secret? We didn’t and we were fine”

“Y/N, it would have been a bit hard for us to keep it a secret. We were literally getting off with each other all night and they all knew it was gunna happen” Alex fairly pointed out as he stirred the pasta.

“Yeah but even so, we wouldn’t have hidden it… I could have waited till I was back home to tell her about us, but I didn’t, I told her the next day. And there’s no way you wouldn’t have told Matt, or Miles” You say and raise your eyebrows for the last point.

He liked to think he wasn’t a gossiper, but there was no way he wouldn’t have told those two.

“I’d of liked to keep us locked in this house for days alone Y/N/N you know that” Alex tells you and you do believe it was true.

You smirk as you say, “Yeah but you gave your friends keys so they could come and tease us every five seconds”

Alex just laughed at that, before abandoning the food for a minute so he could come and talk to you. You through your arms around his neck as he spoke to you.

“I don’t know why they’re hiding it love… Maybe they aren’t like us. Maybe they regret it and want to forget” Alex said whilst he stood between your legs and his arms went around your waist.

“Why would she regret shagging Matt?” You said and you giggled as Alex raised his eyebrows at you.

“Oh shut it. You know what I mean… He’s nice he’s good looking, he’s talented, and he’s apparently a good shag. Why would she regret that?” You say.

Breana had been pretty open with you about hers and Matt’s sex life, and it seemed pretty good

“I’m sorry do you want me to get him to be your fiancé instead” Alex asked you before he looked over his shoulder and half shouted, “Hey matt”

“Shut up” You giggle, slapping Alex’s shoulder and he laughed turning back to you.

“You know I love you” You tell him.

“I’m just saying I don’t see a reason why either of them would regret it. And I know you know Y/B/F is a good shag too. I even heard Miles tell you that” You laugh, and Alex laughs too.

“I don’t know. Why don’t we just see how long they keep it a secret for? Could place a bet, make it fun” Alex suggested, and you laughed.

“You’re on. I’ll have it out of her in less than a week” You grin.

“I feel like you’ve forgot how private Matt is” Alex says giving you a questioning look.

You sigh before laying out the stakes, “Fine then, less than a week I win and more than a week you win”

“What do I win?” Alex asked with raised eyebrows.

“You can win whatever you want because it’s not gunna happen” You giggle.

“Oh good. I’m gunna make you do something dirty” Alex said, and you shook your head with a giggle.

You smile as you say, “We have been together three years Alex. What else can you possibly come up with?”

“I’ll have a google don’t worry” He grins, and you laugh before kissing his lips a few times.

~*~*~*~

2 weeks had passed. And nothing had come out yet. Much to your disappointment.

Alex was buzzing though, but you’d told him that he couldn’t claim his winnings until the truth was out.

You still didn’t understand why it wasn’t out though, as the couple was still getting at it when they thought the two of you wouldn’t notice. They had also started going out together but making up shitty excuses.

Like right now, you Alex and Matt were sat on the settee’s and Y/B/F walked into the room now wearing a cute navy dress that reached her mid-thigh. Much different than the shorts and baggy top she was wearing earlier before she’d gone and showered.

“You ready?” Matt asked her and she nodded with an innocent smile.

You probably would have believed it if you didn’t know what was going on.

“Where are you going?” Alex asks them as innocently as possible.

You had a good pokerface in these kinds of situations, but Alex had to do the digging for you in this situation. It was leaving you too shocked.

“I’m gunna show her around the city. See where we end up” Matt said before grabbing his and standing up.

They both started walking towards the front door of your house when Alex replied.

“Okay, have fun” Alex said from the other settee and your jaw was hanging open. Thankfully hidden behind the back of the sofa you were on.

“See you later” Y/B/F called from near the front door and Matt hastily opened the door and closed it with a thud behind him.

You turned, with your jaw still agape, to look at Alex and he smiled at you.

“I can’t believe it. They just left to go on a fucking date and she’s still not fucking told me” You say feeling yourself get yourself but annoyed and slightly hurt by it.

“Y/N/N don’t be stupid. They are going for a drive and probably dogging” Alex says in hopes to make you laugh but he can already tell that you weren’t amused.

You pout, “I’m sick of it”

“Don’t be… Do you realise what this means?” Alex asks you with a playful smile.

But you didn’t pick up on it as you sighed, “That my best friend hates me and doesn’t trust me enough to tell me she’s shagging my other mate?”

“No Y/N/N. It means we have the house to ourselves”

You look to him at that point and see exactly what he’d hinting at. “Alex don’t even play”

“I’m not playing” He shakes his head. He’d deadly serious.

“Good” You say as you get yourself up off your sofa and move over to him so you can straddle his lap.

Hopefully he could distract you from this too.

~*~*~*~

After another week had passed, you completely lost your patience.

Alex could see it had been coming for a few days, as you were getting more hurt by the fact it was being kept a secret each day.

So, when you blew up in front of everyone, Alex was the only one not surprised by it.

You were all in the lounge, like usual, and you stood up and started pacing. So, Alex knew exactly what was coming.

Both Matt and Y/B/F looked to each other confused by your actions before Y/B/F asked, “Are you alright Y/N/N?”

You shook your head before you stopped pacing and asked her, “Do you not trust me or something?”

Your best friend looked at you like you’d gone crazy, obviously not understanding why you were having a mini meltdown.

So, you continue, “Do you have a new best friend that you tell your secrets to?”

“Woah Y/N, what are you on about?” She asks you defensively.

“I’m on about you and Matt shagging and not telling me” You say gesturing between them.

Both of their eyes widen at that fact that you just said it outright and Alex just smiled to himself before taking a sip of his tea. He knew how fuming you were, so he was just watching this play out like it was a scene in a bad teen drama. 


“Why are you both looking at me like that?” You asked, shocked by their own shock.

“You aren’t very subtle about it. You go out together all the time, which I bet are dates, but Alex thinks you’re dogging” You say pointing to your fiancé who was just keeping his amusement to himself, “And Y/B/F I lived in the next room from you for a solid five years. I know when your shagging someone”

You let out a breath, before letting all your anger about the situation dissipate.

“I just really wanted to talk to my friend about her shagging someone who she’s fancied since she was twenty-two” You say honestly, and Y/B/F could see the hurt in your eyes over the situation.

You just wanted to hug your best friend and have a good catch up like you used to when she started seeing someone.

Y/B/F was about to say something when Matt turned to her and ask her, “You’ve fancied me since you were twenty-two?”

“Matt I’d be quiet” Alex warns him.

Y/B/F ignores Matt’s question and  “I’m sorry I just didn’t want you to hate me because I’m seeing another one of your friends. And I didn’t want you to throw me out of your house”

“Are you joking?” You say a little hurt that she would think you wouldn’t support her decisions. You look to your fiancé, “Alex tell her how excited I was”

“She jumped on me and woke me up” Alex tells them truthfully.

“Bet you were pleased” Matt grins at his best mate.

Alex shakes his head before telling him, “You owe me a bottle of whisky”

“Why?” Matt asks completely confused, whilst Y/B/F gets up to go and hug her best friend.

“Because I need alcohol when I have to deal with her being mard” Alex says gesturing towards you.

As you hug your best friend, you turn a bit so you can glare at your boyfriend, “Call me mard again, and you won’t see your thirty third birthday”

“See what I mean” You heard him mumble before he took another sip of his tea.

You and Y/B/F pull out of the hug to look at each other and you assure her, “I’m just happy for the both of you and I wanted to chat to you about it”

“Well how about we go and chat now and leaves them idiot to prepare us some alcohol for when we come back” She suggests with a smile and you laugh, agreeing to her proposal.

~*~*~*~

The next day, Alex walks into the home office, that over the years, you had slightly taken over, with a smile on his face and his phone pressed to his ear. You were answering some emails and approving designs at the desk when he came and sat down in the chair opposite you.

“Thank you mate. Thanks. Bye” Alex finished off his phone call with a big smile on his face.

It got you intrigued, so you questioned, “Who was that?”

“That was our dear Roberto” He smiled at you before pulling his phone on the desk in front of you.

“We’re going to dinner?” You ask with a surprised look on your face.

Alex informs you of the plan “Matt has arranged a double date at our restaurant tonight”

“Awh that’s going to be lovely. I hope Roberto’s there all day” You say.

You still loved going out to that restaurant. Purely because of Roberto.

Yeah, the food was good, but Roberto was the one who made the place special.

“He is, but we won’t be seeing him” Alex tells you, which caused you to become confused.

“Why?” You ask, not understanding his logic.

“Because we aren’t going. Matt and Y/B/F just think we are” Alex tells you with a mischievous grin. 


After last night, Matt asked outright if he could steal your best friend to have a night in his apartment and she agreed so she’d been there all day.

“What?” You asked him, still not fully understanding.

“We’re gunna leave them to have a proper cute dinner date. That’s why I was on the phone to Roberto, I was getting the table changed from four people to two and he’s promised me he’ll work his magic on them two like he did for us”

“You’re cute” You smile at your fiancé.

Alex flutters his eyelashes a little before saying a soft, “I know”

You giggle a little and ask, “Can we have a takeout instead then?”

“Sure” Alex smiled, and you couldn’t wait.

Later in the day, the time came when Alex got the phone call from Matt to ask where you both were and you left him too it and you grabbed yours and Alex’s now empty plate, so you could wash it in the kitchen.

You listened in as best you could as you washed up and giggled when you could hear Alex laugh from the other room. After a few minutes you could hear his footsteps coming closer to you, so you put your plates on the draining board to dry and turned to look at your man.

“Well that’s what you’ll tell her, that we put petrol instead of diesel in the car”

Alex grinned at you as he said down the phone. “Bye, have fun on your date”

He then put his phone in his pocket before walking towards you. He stopped when he was just in front of you and his grin stayed on his cute face.

“Why are you looking so smug?” You asked, looking up at him with a big smile.

“Just getting my best friend back for something” Alex said before wrapping you up into a big hug.

He was looking so cheery. It was really cute.

Alex nuzzled his nose into your neck, and you smiled at how cute he was being.

You should have known it wouldn’t last long.

He looked up to you and smirks, “Now about that bet that I won” before attaching his lips to yours.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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[notyetneedcoffee]

Date Nights 5

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut

New Naughty Series

Steve pulled you closer, dropping your hand in favor of putting his arm around your shoulder. Several people walked the sidewalks even though it was late on a Thursday. It was a rough corner of Brooklyn, and since parking the car meant a bit of a walk to the bar, you were happy to take advantage of Steve’s protective embrace. He pulled a slip from the jar that said “share an old memory” and he surprised you by taking several days to come up with a plan.  

You could tell Steve was anxious. His jaw clenched. He kept playing with the keys in his coat pocket with his free hand. “Hey, you okay?”

“Hm? Yeah. Fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” His smile didn’t quite touch his eyes.  

You stopped, forcing him to do the same. Before he could say anything, you wrapped both arms around his waist. “I don’t know what you’ve got planned, but if it’s making you feel uncomfortable, we don’t have to do this.” He sighed your name, but you pressed up on your toes to kiss him briefly. “I know you. Your less nervous meeting with the President. What is it?”

Steve sighed. His eyes closed and his head fell back face to the sky for a moment. Finally, he opened his eyes and touched his forehead to yours. “Feeling guilty. Where we’re going, this little bar, I know the owner. I met him through Sam at the VA. Turns out, I knew his granddad back in the day. He was a boy from the neighborhood, a friend of Bucky and mine. Even ended up serving in the 107th with Buck. He was injured in the War and sent home.”

“But you guys don’t stay in touch?”

“I have some. Not as much as I should. For Buck, it brings up a lot of hard memories. Max has a lot of family photos up at the bar, and his granddad, Joey, um, had a thing for Bucky little sister.”

“Bucky has a sister?” You took half a step back, eyes wide. “He’s got family?”

Steve’s face crumbled. “We don’t really talk about it. Becca died in ‘52 in a car crash. It was the night their mom died of cancer. She never had any kids. He’s like me, the last of family.”

“Oh Steve,” you cuddled close. “I’m sorry.”

His strong arms wrapped around you, squeezing you tight before shaking off the feeling.  He smiled, “But, Max has great old pictures, serves good wings, plays nothing but oldies, and has a pool table older than I am.”

You beamed back. “Sound wonderful.”  

“Okay, Sugar, let me buy you a beer.” He guided you back down the street to the little neighborhood bar. Steve held the door open for you.  

Inside, a dark wood bar was heavily polished and surrounded by stools covered in dark green leather. Four tall tables were clustered near the front and a pool table a dart lane took up space toward the back. Tony Bennett played over the speakers. Only the bartender and three others occupied the bar.

“Well, holy shit.” The bartender smiled.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Steve smiled. “How you doing, Max?”

You settle on to one of the bar stools as introductions were made around the room. The regulars asked for a couple selfies with Captain America, and Steve happily complied especially when Max insisted that they leave him alone. You began to look over the wall of photographs behind the bar. There were dozens upon dozens.  

A black and white picture that looked like it was taken at a street fair caught your attention. Bucky’s shining smile stood out to you. He looked so innocent, still, that smile was the same. A crowd of five stood around him. One of his arms was around a brunette girl with his eyes. His other arm was around a short blond boy who . . . holy fuck. “Steve!”  

“What?” He extricated himself from the others and rushed to your side. “Are you okay?”

You looked up into his face, eyes roaming over his broad shoulders, floored. “That’s you.”

He followed you finger. A sweet, awkward grin spread across his face. “Yeah, that’s me.”

Looking back to the photo again, you couldn’t keep the smile from your face. “How old are you there?”

“Fifteen, sixteen maybe.”

“Fifteen-year-old me, would totally be into fifteen-year-old you.”  

“What?” He laughed.

“Look at you. You’re so cute. I mean, that smile.” The picture captivated you. He was so light.  

Steve’s arms wrap around your shoulders. His breath tickled your ear. “I think fifteen-year-old me would have fainted at a fifteen-year-old you.”  

You giggled. “It’s amazing to see you and Buck so young. I mean I know you’ve been friends forever, but it’s so cool to see pictures.”

“Yeah, there aren’t many.” Steve stood up straight, pointing at a different one. “There’s one of Joey, Becca and Bucky. Below it is Joey and his cousin, but that’s my old building. I lived there.”  

“Wait, what’s that?” You pointed at a very faded news article.  

“That,” Max took it off the wall and handed it to you. “Is the world’s first look at the new Steve Rogers.”  

The news clipping had a picture of Steve in too small clothes, holding the door off an old yellow cab. Steve leaned close to you. “That was the very day Dr. Erskine changed me, changed everything. Then he was killed. I was chasing his killer when that picture was taken.”

“Wow. How did you do that? Weren’t you like on newborn wobbly legs?” The absurd question popped in you mind.  

Steve snorted a laugh, pulled out of the dark memory. “I fell through Miller’s dress shop – totally through the front of the shop – because I was just moving but it was all new. Too much adrenaline to be wobbly, but I was far from graceful.”

“He sure did scrub up, though.” Max handed you another photo frame. This one held a promotional photo from a USO Tour. Steve posed holding a woman in a little red white and blue outfit on his shoulder and a cheesy shield in his other hand.  

You smiled. “Oh, that’s classic.” You heard him groan. Your hand slipped down to stroke his thigh. “I like the uniform you have now.”

“You want something to drink, Sweetheart?” He leaned a little closer.  

“Jameson, neat. Please.”  

“Pint for me.”

“Coming up.” Max left you and Steve sat on the bar stool next to you.  

He pulled the stool a little closer so you were practically between his legs. His hand slipped from your knee, under your skirt to your thigh. Steve stared at you with a mischievous smirk.  

“What?” You giggled.  

Steve waited until Max dropped off your drinks and left for the regulars at the other end of the bar before he leaned forward and kissed you briefly. “It’s shouldn’t be such a big deal, but saying a younger you would be interested in me when I was young... Sweetheart, that just makes me want to kiss every inch of your body.”

You turned toward him a little more, back to the others in the bar. Your fingers traced over his face, touched his lips. “Steve, I care about you for you. It doesn’t matter how strong you are or how powerful. Who you are is sexy... how you treat me, your sense of humor, your intelligence.” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “The fact that you use that amazing body to fuck me until I come so hard I pass out, that’s just a bonus.”

His fingers dug into your thigh as he sharply inhaled through his nose. “Damn, woman. I want you.”  

You leaned forward and he kissed you, slow and deep. Steve didn’t normally do such things in public. It took your breath away.  

A crowd of people poured through the front door. Steve pulled back, a sly smile on his face. He took a long pull from his beer before looking over his shoulder at the pool table. “Care for a game?”

Three games and two drinks later, the bar had filled with locals. The volume increased, people yelling over one another and laughing. Thankfully, almost everyone left the two of you alone. However, you never did see Steve pay for another drink.  

You’d discovered Steve was a masterful tease without anyone else being the wiser. You would lean over to take a shot, and he would stealthily slip a hand over your ass. He would trade spots with you, and while your back was to the crowd, his fingertips would trace over your breast.  

Then there were the sinfully dirty promises dripped into your ear on his hot breath. He made your whole body shiver by the time he whispered, “Do you think anyone will notice if I have your panties in my pocket and my come on your thighs when we walk out of here tonight.”

“Steve.”

“I want you,” His arm encircled your waist and he pressed himself into you. “Now.”

His eyes scanned the room. You bit back a protest when he moved you closer to the door that led to the bathrooms. Steve looked alert, watching and listening. He opened the door and guided quickly, but smoothly, inside. In the hall you saw only three doors, the men’s, women’s, and office.  

“Steve, what are you...” He cut you off with a deep, but much too short, kiss.  

Pulling you into the women’s room, he locked the door. Steve gave you a wicked grin. “Quiet.”

His hand bunched your skirt until he felt the flesh of your ass. Your fingers buried in his hair as your tongues dances. When he tore your panties with a sharp tug, you gave a little yip of shock. Steve’s mouth left a wet trail over your neck as his finger slipped into the wetness between your legs.  

“Shhh, love.”  

But his fingers slipped in and out, rubbing against you perfectly. His teeth scraped along the nerves of your neck. Breath came fast and heated. You clutched at him. A whine escaped your throat, but Steve smothered it with a kiss. 

His hand worked to release his cock. Before you could reach for him, Steve spun you around. His mouth attacked the sensitive spot on the back of your neck as he flipped up your skirt and rubbed himself along your slick. You bit your lip to hold back a moan as he slipped into you.

Steve locked eyes with you in the mirror. Flushed and panting. Clothes and hair mussed. So hot. You breathed. “Fuck me.”

His hips snapped, thrusting into you. Steve’s arms wound around you. A palm on your mound to finger your clit.  His other hand clutched at your breast. You put both hands on the counter, holding on and his cock slammed against your g spot, making your legs shake.  

You panted, open mouthed, and fought to stay quiet. Still the exquisite ache, the coiled tension, the fire in your belly, grew. Steve’s breath washed over your flesh, his brow drew together, as his cock pound you. Skin hit skin. It didn’t take long. You were both wound tight. Your cunt spasmed. Steve pulled you flush to him. 

His eyes caught yours. Everything broke. You shook. A moan crawled out your throat. Steve’s hand covered your mouth. You quivered, coming hard. He growled. Hip pressed into you hard, deep, emptying himself. Steve held you there, mouth pressed against your neck as your breath returned to normal. 

As his hand lowered from your mouth, a giggle escaped. Steve slipped free of you, stand straighter, but still holding you. “Hmm?”

“I just,” You sighed. “I love that I’m the one who get to know this side of you.” Another giggle erupted. “You’re so naughty.”

“Hey,” Steve smirked while he helped straighten your dress and squeezed your breasts. “These date nights were your idea. Are you saying you’re disappointed with the results?”

“Oh hell no.” You turned around, feeling the mess between your legs.  

“Good.” Steve put his own clothes in order and kissed you again. “Because the smell of you is going drive me crazy all the way home.” When your mouth fell open, he chuckled. Steve pulled your lower lip lightly between his teeth. “Hypersensitive senses are really a blessing sometimes.”  

“I think you’re the blessing.” You grinned. “Now go on, give me a second to straight up so I don’t walk out of here looking thoroughly fucked.”

“You’re beautiful.” Steve pressed his lips to your forehead. He opened the door but stood there waiting for you. Running your fingers through your hair, you tried to ignore his smile. It didn’t work. “Come on, Sweetheart. Let’s make a run for it.” 

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[russianshavefun]

What is Russian Tinder. Part 1.

About Russian men

"Do you know what Russian Tinder looks like?

Russian women's Tinder has an opinion that foreigners are more beautiful than Russian men. Let's figure out how bad it is.

Russian girls in quarantine got hooked on the profiles of handsome foreigners in Tinder and are now surprised: what's wrong with Russian men on Tinder?!

The more popular the Tinder dating app becomes throughout Russia, the more often screenshots from it appear in social networks. Girls post beautiful Europeans from Tinder on social networks and compare them with Russians (not in favor of the latter), and in social networks they are ironic about it. Many Russian girls who looked at the profiles of pumped-up Germans, Swedes, Dutch and Americans had a feeling that something was wrong with our men. As if most of them decided that once they turned 30, they could just forget about their own appearance.

What do Russian girls complain about when viewing profiles of men from Russia on Tinder?

1 – Too typical a set of photos: a photo from a restaurant, a photo in a fashionable elevator from the office, a photo with a wheelbarrow, a photo from a trip against the background of some typical landmark. Sometimes a photo with a hookah. As if they want to say, "Look, I can afford everything! I am successful”

2 – Photos of the torso on a strange background like a carpet or in a mirror - girls automatically think that these are narcissistic freaks who will take her home after 10 minutes of communication. Well, the truth is, a photo with a naked torso is appropriate only against the background of the beach, gaiz.

3 – Tired, careless appearance, overweight in some and the imprint of a difficult life on their faces. It's like he's looking for someone who should make his life happier right here and now.

4 – Men in Russia are used to "keeping their face" and not smiling. Russian men do not smile and often take pictures of themselves from the bottom up. And it's not even about the fact that it adds to their frowning faces on the second or third chin!

5 – A photo shoot with a photographer? - noooo, it's better to put a blurry selfie. It's kind of unmanly. It was as if Vasya took out his phone in the morning, turned on the front camera, saw himself, his beloved, and was like, "Norm-a-a-as!". And then I put this first and only selfie to myself on Tinder: it will do. Unfortunately, this is where the "will do" lies and the fundamental difference between Russian men.

6 – Russian men have long had the idea somewhere in the subcortex that there will eventually be enough women for everyone. And if there is no lady at the moment, then it means that the time has not come or you just need to change the car to a newer one. Well, or when your own apartment appears — then for sure a woman will be formed. It seems to them that a Russian woman is more likely to fall for an apartment than for an open smile and a neat hairstyle — and this, alas, also has its own bitter truth.

Russian girls are wondering on the social media.

Why not just order a couple of good portraits from a photographer you know? Or post a picture where you are at least smiling and relaxed? Well, is it possible to make at least minimal effort?

But...

I talked to European guys, and I think I got why everything is so.

Tinder was created as a speed dating app. And in Europe, when that same pumped-up handsome man leads a girl on a date from Tinder, both expect a quick continuation, and that's all.

Therefore, it is much more important for them to create the effect of the first impression, the "wow", so as not to waste time on long correspondence.

And yet, a man in Europe in most cases will not consider it necessary to pay for your dinner, even if he invited you to a good restaurant. You should have said right away that you couldn't afford it. Maximum - will treat you to a drink.

In general, Tinder dates rarely end in a relationship.

But in Russia…

The fact is that Russian men really don't pay much attention to their appearance. It is much more important for them to show their actions, care.

Therefore, it is much more likely to find a guy in Russian Tinder.

And here's why:

1 – A man is most likely looking for a girl. Not for sex. And a girl, for a real relationship.

Therefore, on the first date, he will do everything to please - he will take a long time to choose a place where to take the girl.

2 – Most likely, he will pay for your dinner, and also possibly take you home - by car or taxi. Not in order to quickly continue the evening. But simply because it is important for him to show care.

3 – Yes, maybe he's not super handsome in the photo, just because he doesn't worry about how he will be appreciated from the outside. It is much more important for him to be interesting.

4 – But during a date, you can find out that he has a great sense of humor, and also a degree in nuclear physics, and he can tell you how the universe works, and why Ted Mosby's search for the only one dragged on for 10 years.

And actually, not everything is THAT bad… Girls, come on

So is men's appearance for girls more important than actions?

In the next part I will tell about Russian girls accounts on tinder.

[lauras-collection]

More Than I Know [Part 4]

Tom Holland x female Reader

Masterlist

Summary: You arrive at the wedding location and bump into someone you didn’t expect to be there. 

Words: almost 2.2k

Warnings: swearing, nothing else I think (let me know if there is anything in there that I should add)

A/N: I’m so excited about everything that’s going to happen in the next few parts! I hope you enjoy this one!

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Today was the day. Today, you and Tom were going to drive to your sister’s wedding location. Kate and Daniel were basically doing a ‘wedding weekend’. Of course, your sister would do something extra like that. Everyone would arrive today, Friday, the wedding was tomorrow and on Sunday Kate insisted to do a post-wedding brunch with the immediate family, that included you and Tom. So as soon as you would arrive at the hotel you would have to pretend to be a loving couple until leaving on Sunday. 

You were packing your suitcase when the doorbell rang. After putting the shirt you had been folding down you walked to the front door. You were greeted with a smiling Tom when you opened the door. 

“Hey, you ready to go?” Tom asked and your eyes widened. Was it already that late? You turned your head to check the clock on the living room wall. “Relax, I’m messing with you. I’m early. I hope that’s okay.” A sheepish grin was on his face now and you couldn’t be mad at him. You let out a relieved breath. 

“Of course, come in. I’m still packing.” You started walking back to your room. Tom following behind you. “And I’m kind of freaking out. We can’t mess this up. What if someone notices that we’re just faking it? Someone’s bound to notice, right? Why would you ever be with someone like me?” You stopped walking and looked at him abruptly. “You know what? Let’s just stay here and not go at all. Saves me a lot of embarrassment.” You were pacing now. Tom gently grabbed your arms to stop you.

“Hey, hey, hey. Y/N. Stop that.” He turned you to look at him. “We’re going to the wedding. And your family believed us right? And these are the people that know you the best. The people that matter. Everyone else can think what they want. And just for the record, why wouldn’t someone want to be with you?” 

You huffed and looked at him, and all you could see in his eyes was honesty. You shook your head to try and get all the negative thoughts out of your head. You ignored Tom’s question and entered your bedroom. Tom followed you and leaned against your dresser while you continued folding your clothes. 

“Is that your dress?” Tom pointed at the garment bag hanging from your mirror. You nodded and watched as Tom walked towards the item, opening the zipper a little bit to get a peak. “Looks fancy.” He comments before closing the zipper again. 

“It’s my sister’s wedding, obviously it’s fancy.” You chuckled and closed your suitcase turning to look at Tom who was leaning against your dresser again. He was wearing a black hoodie and jeans, his hair curly and natural like the day you met him. A small smile made its way on your face. He looked so soft, you wanted to wrap your arms around him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Tom asked with raised eyebrows. 

“I don’t know. Your hoodie looks so cosy I just wanna...” You wrapped your arms around yourself.

“C’mere then.” He opened his arms with a soft smile and made grabby hands at you. You walked towards him, your arms wrapping around his torso. You let out a content sigh and Tom wrapped his arms around you, lightly rubbing your back.

“I was right. This is super cosy.” You mumbled causing Tom’s chest to rumble with a chuckle. One of his hands moved to play with your hair and it took everything in you not to sigh again. You felt all the stress inside you fade away. You stood like this for a while until Tom ran his hand over your head one last time, letting you know it was time to go.

It usually took about two hours to get to the place where Kate and David were getting married. But because it was a Friday afternoon the streets were busy and you were stuck in a massive traffic jam. After about an hour you both decided it was time for food so Tom exited the motorway and drove to the nearest drive-thru. It didn’t look to be the best place to get your food but you were both hungry and there was nothing else close enough.

 After you told Tom that you’d like a chicken burger he ordered for the two of you. When you arrived at the window, the cashier looked at Tom bewildered for a moment before uttering “You’re Spider-Man!” 

Tom chuckled lightly, nodding “I am.” The boy handed Tom the takeaway bag and Tom passed it on to you.

“Can we take a selfie?” He looked at Tom excitedly. 

“Of course, man.” Tom posed for the photo and then reached for his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans. 

“Oh no. You don’t have to pay. You’re Spider-Man! My treat!”

Tom paid no attention to the boy’s words and handed him the money. 

“Keep the change.” Tom smiled and the boy just looked dumbfounded. You could only grin at the situation. With a final goodbye and a wave, Tom continued driving, heading back towards the motorway.

“That was sweet.” You smiled, removing half of the wrapping of Tom’s burger and handing it to him. He took a bite while concentrating on the traffic. You couldn’t help but notice how attractive he looked casually driving with one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding the half-unwrapped fast-food burger. His elbow placed on the armrest in-between the two of you, his gaze fixed on the street. 

“Happens quite a lot recently.” He finally said after swallowing. “It’s pretty cool. Especially when they call me Spider-Man.” He chuckled and took another bite. You unwrapped your own burger and took a bite as well letting out a content sigh. 

“Enjoy this meal because after this we’ll only get fancy food for the rest of the weekend.” You said and Tom scrunched up his face.

“Ew, gross.” And you both had to laugh. 

***

When you finally reached the hotel you would be staying at, Tom parked his car. The hotel looked like an old castle and was surrounded by nothing but trees. There was nothing around for the next couple of miles. You hopped out of the car, shaking out your legs. You did a little dance to regain the feeling in your butt cheeks, the gravel crunching under your sneakers. Tom laughed at you as he opened the car boot to get out your suitcases. 

“What? My butt was numb.” You chuckled as well and opened the back door to get the garment bags that Tom had hung there. 

“Y/N! Tom! You made it!” You heard your mum exclaim as she came running from the hotel’s entrance. You couldn’t even greet her before she had engulfed you in a hug and placed kisses on both your cheeks. 

“Yeah, traffic was crazy. It took us three and a half hours.” You finally said as your mum moved on to greet Tom with a hug. 

“Oh really? You two must be starving! Come on in. I’m sure the kitchen can make you a little something before dinner.” 

“That’s alright, mum. We got something on the way. Can we just go to our room?” You asked and your mum nodded eagerly, leading you inside the hotel so you could check-in. A few minutes later you were standing in front of your hotel room. You held the key card in front of the scanner to unlock the door. When the light turned green you pushed the door open to a small but cosy room. After you held the door open for Tom so he could push your luggage inside, you closed the door and let your eyes roam the room. There were two armchairs on the right side of the entrance, the bathroom on the left. And in the middle of the room, a double bed. Of course, there would be only one bed. 

Tom seemed to have noticed the look on your face. “I can sleep in one of the armchairs. Or the bathtub.” You looked at him quickly. Was he serious?

“Don’t be ridiculous. We’re two adults, I think I can handle sharing a bed with you.” You laugh and nudge his shoulder. “Or do you not want to share a bed with me?” 

“I do.” Tom was quick to answer. “I mean, I don’t mind.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Okay. That’s settled then.” 

***

After getting ready and another pep talk from Tom, the two of you made your way to join your family and the other wedding guests for dinner. Dinner was taking place in the big dining room of the hotel. As you entered you were amazed at how luxurious everything looked. You had joined Kate and David when touring the location, but the decoration made everything look so much fancier. Everything was either white or gold and stood in beautiful contrast with the quaint architecture of the building. The chandelier bathed the whole room in warm yellow light and you felt like you were in a movie. 

“Wow, this looks incredible.” Tom let out and you nodded in agreement. 

“Yeah. They’ve really outdone themselves.” Tom took your hand and pulled you towards your sister who was standing among a small group of wedding guests. 

“Hi, Kate. This looks incredible.” Tom said, greeting your sister with a hug while you were still gaping at the decorations. Initially, Kate wanted you to be part of the whole wedding planning but as soon as you noticed that Kate knew exactly what she wanted, you felt redundant and backed down from the planning. Now, you were happy because you experience the whole wedding without connecting it to the stress of planning it, unlike your mother.

“Thank you, Tom! I know, isn’t it amazing?” She replied while giving you a hug as well. “Doesn’t it look even better than when we toured it?” 

“Yes! I didn’t know it was possible, but wow! I didn’t know we were attending a royal wedding.” You were teasing, but it could easily have been a royal wedding. 

“You’ve always known I’m a princess.” Kate stuck her tongue out towards you. 

“Yeah. My princess.” Daniel, who had heard the last part of your conversation, said and wrapped his arms around his bride. He gave Kate a kiss on the cheek before greeting both you and Tom.

“Why don’t you guys find your seats? It’s almost time for dinner. There are name tags at the tables.” 

While you looked for your names on the name tags, you noticed a familiar face that you hadn’t expected to run into at your sister’s wedding.

“What the– What’s he doing here?” You let out in a breath causing Tom to look at you. He followed your line of vision.

“An ex-boyfriend?” He asked with raised eyebrows. 

“Something like that.” Your gaze was still fixed on the back of the blonds head.

“You wanna talk about it?” Tom sounded concerned so you turned to look at him.

“Maybe later. When we’re alone.” You smiled at him softly. The moment you had turned to Tom the blond had spotted you and made his way over.

“Y/N! What a surprise to see you!” He wrapped his arms around you in a hug, his hands rubbing your back before letting go of you again.

“Joe. Are you aware that you’re at my sister’s wedding?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Of course that was stupid of me.” He laughed, his grey eyes moving over your face, not even acknowledging Tom who’s arm was now moving around your waist sensing your discomfort. “How’ve you been?” 

“I’ve been excellent. This is Tom by the way.” You said and mimicked Tom’s position by twining your arm around his waist. “My boyfriend.” 

Joe looked down on Tom as he shook his hand. Joe was about five inches taller than Tom and had always prided himself with his height like he had an active part in becoming so tall.

“Oh yeah. I read all about it on the internet. Found someone better than me, huh?” You could only let out a huff at his words. 

“It’s not like you wanted me.” You squinted at him and felt Tom squeeze your waist a bit, his thumb slowly caressing you over the fabric of your blouse. “Now if you’ll excuse us, dinner is about to be served.” You moved further along the tables without another glance at Joe until you saw your name next to Tom’s written on the small pieces of card-stock. The two of you sat down and Tom noticed that you kept looking at Joe with a frown on your face.

“D’you want to give him a show?” Tom nodded towards him and you broke into a smile.

“Hell yes.” 

Part 5

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[prorevenge]

My wannabe fashionista coworker always threw shade at me for being frumpy. She looked frumpier, unemployed!

TL;DR at the bottom

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I worked at a popular, high end clothing store while I was in graduate school (I'm an engineer). I won't name the brand, but it's the sort that charged $50 for a pair of male boxer briefs, $200 for a lady's fancy bra, or $400 or more for a pair of jeans, $1,000 or more for those skinny suits that hip guys wear to their job, where the hems of their pants reveal that they're wearing loafers without socks.

The clothes there weren't really my style but the starting pay was two dollars higher than minimum wage, and higher than most of the other, surrounding stores. This was at a rich people shopping center, where lots of people who shop there are wannabe celebrities and constant selfie-takers.

I was surprised to get hired there, but was relieved that I wouldn't have to really do customer service, as I worked only in the stock room. I'd put out clothes on the shelves and racks before and after closing, and also arrange everything in the back to make it organized. I was also trained so that in emergency situations I could cover register if we were short handed, so that the regular associates could go on break.

I was hardly seen by customers, but I still had to wear the clothes the store sold, to promote the image of the company. I didn't, thankfully, have to wear the dainty little suits, but I did sport the jeans and other casual things we sold.

It was a job. I didn't love it and I didn't hate it. I just worked, took my pay, went to school, and went home.

At least that's the way it was for two months.

After those two months, "Jessica" began to work during the same hours as me. She was about my age (I was 22), maybe twenty five, tops. She didn't work in the stock room (it was just me back there, with one or two other college guys), but worked the front. She wasn't the manager, or even a supervisor, but she SWORE she was in charge of me.

She made it known to everyone, even customers, that she graduated with an associates degree in fashion marketing from FIDM. I suppose it's a big deal but I was thinking girl if you're a college graduate why are you bragging about it as if it has something to do with you folding jeans and ringing people up at the register? She talked like she was fashion expert and in the "fashion industry," and would talk about the New York or Paris fashion weeks in a familiar way that implied that she just got of the plane after attending these events personally. You know the type, the kind that talks about famous fashion designers by their first name, as if they knew them.

Well she always criticized the way I wore the jeans because I didn't tuck in my T-shirt like the mannequin, or that I work Chuck Taylors on my feet instead of the little leather Sperry Topsiders knockoffs we sold for $300.

We were given a clothing allowance as employees. As a stockperson, I was allowed three complete outfits for free, everything from tops, to underear, to socks, and pants (but not shoes). If I wanted more and it was specifically for wearing at the store, I could mark it as a "uniform purchase" and have the price deducted from my check a little at a time. This was advantageous because they wouldn't charge you tax for them, and charge you only a third of the retail price.

Uniform Purchase was distinctly separate from "Store Discount," for which we also received a percentage off, but it wasn't the incredible 66% discount we got for uniform purchases.

Jessica would snicker at me when I took over register for someone, shake her head or roll her eyes at me as if I looked really ugly. I'm always thinking, whatever girl, you wannabe model you aren't even hot and you're not the boss, who are you? But I held my tongue.

She'd also complain if I was supposedly not fast enough in grabbing a size medium from the back because a customer is requesting the dress and all we have on the floor are smalls and larges. She'd trash me to the customer and when I showed up would sarcastically say "finally!" and turn to the customer with a "see what I have to put up with?" expression.

She was especially mean if any customers got chatty with me and treated me with respect. And if those customers were female and were getting flirty with me, Jessica would be a total cockblock.

The real manager, Paula, had their own issues to deal with beyond petty bickering between a stockboy and an entry level sales associate with delusions of "Project Runway" grandeur. The assistant manager, another fashion industry wannabe named "Heather," was just like Jessica, but thankfully I hardly interacted with her. According to my coworkers, Heather was just as bad as Jessica.

Even though I didn't plan on making this store my career, and even though Jessica didn't bother me THAT much, I thought it won't hurt to get this bitch fired.

To her face, I'd just smile and act like I was following her orders happily, or didn't mind when she would point at me rudely, or snap her fingers at me like she was calling a dog.

Jessica would always hear a directive from one of the managers, and then go around telling the other employees what to do, as if they didn't have ears. She'd try to act as if it was HER directive. LOL.

Her coworkers who were the same "rank" as her would sometimes vent to me about how Jessica acted like she was in charge, when in some cases she had even less time in the company than other employees on the floor.

I noticed that when I arranged clothes in back, especially big ticket, desirable clothes that were seen in magazines in our company's advertisement campaigns, she'd "order" me to set aside things in her size.

I'd do it, because it's my job to set aside things if employees want to buy them outright at a discount or put it as a uniform purchase.

Whenever an employee was on register (really, a big Ipad with a cash drawer beneath), you could tap in a code and the register would show a rundown of every non-customer transaction that employees performed that day, and with a few more keystrokes, their transactions over MANY days. The managers knew this code, of course, and I'll assume Jessica knew the code too because Heather shared the code with her.

I WASN'T supposed to know the code, but I did, because there's a mirror in the wall behind the register, and I was re-stocking paper handbags behind Heather when I saw her tap in her four digit code. She assumed I was stupid and didn't understand the incredibly complex wizardry that is a two year old, low-end spec Ipad.

I knew Jessica was getting rung up for "uniform purchases" when she should have been getting rung up for regular employee discount.

She assumed that when I set aside all those expensive items for her, that I was too dumb to know what she was doing, just because I might have something of a mouth breather countenance.

Even if I look on the surface like a fugitive from the trailer park, something told me Jessica wasn't going to be using $800 heels, a $500 dress, and $1200 motorcycle jacket while working at the store.

And anyway, I asked around. No one saw Jessica wearing any of the truly fancy clothes she bought at our store at what the other employees assumed was simply a regular employee discount.

I thought maybe she was being honest, too. It WAS possible, after all, because I didn't always work with her. Maybe she wore evening dresses to work on her other shifts? Whatever, I decided to make sure.

One time when everyone was busy doing other stuff and the store had to resort to putting me on the register, I typed in Heather's code and pulled up Jessica's purchases. As I suspected, she had bought thousands of dollars worth of our store's best items, but put them all as "uniform purchases" and not at her regular discount.

So I swiped "print" and the register switches from the regular tape to the 8.5"x11" printer beneath the counter, and a complete rundown of all of Jessica's purchases come out.

I highlight all the most expensive items that she was charged for "uniform purchase" (such as, her $1200 jacket would only be $300, and even that was tax free and she got to pay it little by little).

I knew that my manager, Paula, wasn't exactly a nuclear physicist and she was more interested in moving up the chain of command to be working at a job higher than store manager in the company, so as long as her store's sales numbers looked good she didn't care what her assistant Heather did.

Except, if it was a violation of company policy that might reflect badly on her.

I knew Heather was in on Jessica's scam because you're not allowed to ring yourself up at the store, you have to have someone else do it, and none of the other associates would want to conspire with her for fear of getting fired or worse.

To make sure, I printed HEATHER's purchase history too. I didn't see Heather as often as I saw Jessica, but I could also see really glaring red flags on her purchase report. Like, she bought a $900 nightclub dress as a uniform purchase, which I'm quite sure she never wore to work. I did the same highlighting on suspicious items as I did with Jessica's.

Then, because none of this was REALLY my business, I was just a part time asshole who worked in the stockroom, I waited for the most fun opportunity to lower the boom.

Jessica got on her little bluetooth earpiece that she wears on he sales floor that she thinks makes her look like a VIP, and says, "OP, I'm going to need XXX in a size small, customer waiting, get the lead out." So I bring the item, and Jessica says I'm "not passing muster." I thought wow Jessica you sounded really 1940s there, you wannabe pinup girl LOL.

After the customer leaves, Jessica says, "I'm going to need you to go on a trash run and sweep out the receiving bay. And I need you to cover Annie's lunch."

I laugh and tell her, "who died and made you supervisor, you fucking headass burnout?"

She looks like she was the fucking Crypt Keeper for a second and that she wanted to punch me, before she remembered that I'm 6'2" and outweigh her by a hundred pounds.

She hisses, "You are SO fired, you fucking geek. Heather's going to hear about this."

I tell her, "Fuck you, I'm going to lunch."

And I clock out and leave.

When I come back, I see Jessica immediately get on her little earpiece.

Before I even reach the stock room, Heather is there, and the manager Paula intercept me.

"Annie, can you cover register? We have an urgent matter to deal with."

I know I'm supposed to be fired.

Which is why, during my lunch, I went to the copy place and made PDF scans of the printouts I made for Jessica and Heather. I had all the corporate bigshots' emails. They were in the new hire handbook all of us get when we start working. I saved a draft to each but didn't hit SEND yet. I had the printouts as attachements. In the BODY of my email, I described exactly what had been going on. I did send ONE email. And that was to Paula the manager, herself.

But I didn't press SEND until we were on our way to the employee break room.

Paula tells me, "OP, Heather sent me a text that says you were verbally abusive to Jessica. Heather herself says that Jessica has complained to her on numerous occasions that you are a substandard employee, and only her own, personal kindness has presented her from firing you. I came in myself to see if you have anything to say in order to save your job."

It's been a couple of years so of course that can't be exactly what she said, but it was something typical and rehearsed and faux-professional that any low-level boss would say when trying to sound important.

I said I didn't have anything to say in my defense, and that in fact I quit.

Jessica and Heather looked surprised, but then Jessica started smiling.

Paula looked disappointed, and said, "I'm very sorry to hear you say that. You may collect your last..."

"Oh, but before I go, I think you should look at these printouts. I know you don't spend a lot of time studying this stuff, but I thought you might find it interesting. It's the last three months of Jessica's and Heather's employee purchases. Notice how they always ring each other up, and notice all that stuff they're claiming to use as uniforms. If you're having trouble understanding it, I explained it in an email I sent to your cellphone. You should have it already, if you check.

I have the same email ready to go to Dan and Pam and Kimberly and Victor and Kevin but I haven't sent it in yet. I was hoping you could look it over and email me back when you're ready, I mean if you want me to edit anything."

Then I got up and left.

Later that afternoon, my phone was ringing.

It was Paula.

She was practically crying, telling me, please don't send those emails, "I've fired Heather and Jessica. They're GONE. And please don't quit. Please don't tell anyone about--"

I tell her to relax.

I already quit. And I'm keeping my mouth shut.

A few days later, I showed up for my final check. I learned from one of the sales associates that corporate Loss Prevention was called in (our corporate office is only a few miles from the retail location) to interview both Heather and Jessica about their fraud.

In lieu of arrest and heavy fines for what amounted to outright theft and fraud, they were simply fired and unable to use the company as a reference, and due to being fired for cause, could not file for unemployment.

Paula was actually in the store that day, and practically ran to me to thank me for "keeping this scandal at a store level. It's been handled."

I told her no problem. What I didn't tell her was that I never did delete those drafts.

She offered me a reward of free merchandise.

No thanks.

I'm going to look awfully silly in those dainty little suits at my super cool new job of working at Sizzler.

It all ended okay.

A year later I finished my degree, and now I'm doing what I really want to do. Except now at my job, guess what we have to wear. Yeah. Dainty little suits.

I wear socks, though.

I would have never torpedoed Heather and Jessica if they just left me alone to do my job in peace, and didn't try to feel big and important at my expense.

I would have left them to live in their self-medicating lies, live and let live.

Other than some difficult customers, people like Heather and Jessica are what make working retail such a nightmare for so many.

And that's why I feel no guilt about destroying them.

I'm sure Jessica had lots to talk about at that year's Milan Fashion Week.

Hold this L, bitch.

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TL;DR: I was stockboy at a fancy clothes store. A low level associate would always boss me around and call me stupid even though she wasn't in charge. I found out she was stealing from the store. I was mean to her on purpose so that I'd be called in to a manager meeting to be fired. I quit, and presented proof to the manager that the associate and the assistant manager were both thieves. They both got fired. I began work at Sizzler.

(source) story by (/u/SaggingSkinnyJeans)

[quickspinner]

Hey Gorgeous 7

Part 1| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 (end) | Bonus Scene 

Sequel: Hey Gorgeous: Under Your Skin

Now on AO3

The order hadn’t come. Luka frowned. His shift was almost up, it was nearly an hour past when Marinette usually ordered. Had he heard her wrong? Depressed and trying not to be, he went through the close out process, barely aware of what he was doing. 

“One more order,” his boss called, snapping him back to reality. 

Luka frowned. “I was about to clock out.” 

The boss man shrugged and handed him the slip and the order. “Eric’s not here yet. Text me when you get there and I’ll clock you out, then you can go straight home.”

Luka sighed to himself but knew better than to protest. His eyes widened slightly as he saw the address.

The sun was setting and there was a chill in the air, burning his lungs as he pedaled. 

Marinette was waiting for him on the steps, wrapped tightly in a knitted cardigan that had clearly seen better days. She came down the stairs before he’d even stopped, beaming. “Hi.”

“Hey,” he said softly, a slow smile spreading his face. “Late dinner tonight?”

“Well, the girls made other plans, but I didn’t feel like going out, ssso I-I-I-l—“ He waited while she gathered herself. “Um, are you off w-work now?”

“Actually…” Luka sent the text to his boss, and got an almost immediate confirmation. “There.” He grinned at her, pocketing the phone. “I am now.”

“Then...do you want to have dinner with mmme?” She motioned to the picnic tables under the trees next to the dorm building. 

Luka tried not to look as pleased as he was. “I’d love to. Let me just lock up.” He nodded towards the bike rack. He handed Marinette the pizza and she took it towards the tables.

There were butterflies in his stomach as he locked up his bike and pulled his few valuables out of the basket, including his acoustic guitar, which he slung across his back. He glanced back towards Marinette and then ducked to check the mirror on the bike next to his, raking his fingers through his hair to muss it into something less helmet-shaped. “Don’t screw this up, Couffaine,” he told his reflection. Then he took a deep breath and jogged back toward Marinette. 

To his complete shock (and utter relief, because he’d really been done with pizza since about his third week on the job), Marinette had a small casserole dish waiting on the picnic table, steaming in the cool air. “I mmmade it at h-h-home and it’s been in the freezer all week. I used the common room kitchen to heat it up. It’s not f-f-fancy, b-but at least it’s n-n-not p-pizza?” She looked shy, twisting her hands together. 

“You’re amazing,” Luka said fervently, sliding onto the picnic table bench. “Oh my God, real food!” 

Marinette giggled. “It’s just a c-casserole.”

Luka shook his head. “You don’t understand. My sister eats like a rabbit and my cooking skills are passable at best. We basically live on salads and fruit and takeout.” Somewhere there was a smooth line about not needing to go through his stomach to get to his heart, but she smiled at him as she handed him a portion of casserole on a paper plate, and he couldn’t quite make his brain work enough to be sure it would come out right.

“Well, I hope you like it.” She sat down and opened the pizza box.

“You’re not having any?” Luka blinked.

Marinette shrugged. “I like p-pizza.”

“Aww, and here I thought you just liked me,” he teased.

Marinette’s cheeks turned pink and she wouldn’t meet his eyes. “I d-do.” Then she cleared herself throat. “Eat, it’ll get c-c-cold f-fast out here.”

Luka’s grin couldn’t get any wider. “I like you too, Gorgeous.” Then he felt his own face heat. “So what are you studying?” he asked quickly as he dug in. “Wow, this is good.”

“Mmmy parents own a bakery,” she told him. “I’ve b-been in the kitchen sssince I was a b-baby.”

She told him about her classes in design and business, and he eagerly asked her all the questions he’d been saving up for months. Luka noticed she was stuttering less as they talked. He hoped that meant she was comfortable with him. He really wanted that to be true. He was hanging on every word that fell from those perfect lips, and everything he heard just made him want to know more. 

Then she pulled out a container of madeleines that she had made and dipped in chocolate herself, and he knew he was a goner. “Careful, Gorgeous, a guy could get ideas from being treated like this,” he chuckled as he bit into one. “Homemade food and cookies--I might think you like having me around.” 

“T-t-technically, they’re c-cakes,” she told him loftily, and picked up one of her own. A hot flush rushed through him as he watched her eat it delicately. He looked away and had to clear his throat before he could speak again. 

It felt like no time at all had passed, but the plates were empty and the cookie-cakes were gone. The sun had vanished below the horizon some time ago, the bright halogen lights on the building washing out everything around them, and the chill air raised goosebumps on his arms, but Luka still couldn’t make himself leave.

“Parkour? Seriously?”

Marinette giggled. “Yep.”

“How do you even get into something like that?” Luka asked, leaning his elbow on the table to look at her.

Marinette shrugged. “I don’t know, I just...nnnneeded to run and I d-didn’t mmmuch care what was in the wwway. I sssstarted when I w-was fifteen. It was a g-good w-way to get rid of frustration. Mmmy p-parents saw me c-climb a wwwall and j-jump across to the next b-building. They t-took me over to the local f-freerunning association and ssssigned me up so I would get p-proper t-training.”

“Smart,” Luka observed. “It’s cool that they did that instead of trying to make you stop.” His smile widened appreciatively. “Although somehow I feel like getting you to quit anything you wanted to do would be pretty difficult.” She wrinkled her nose cutely at him and he laughed. “That doesn’t look like a denial.”

“Nnno c-comment,” she scrunched up her shoulders and stuck her nose in the air, and it was so cute Luka thought he might die. His heart was pounding and he wished he could ask her to go for a walk or something, anything to prolong the evening.

Unfortunately, he had another engagement.

“I’m afraid I have to go soon,” Luka said reluctantly, checking the time. “I actually do have something else I have to do tonight, but...thanks for dinner. You’re just as much fun as I thought you’d be.” He winked.

Somehow that flustered her terribly and whatever tried to come out ended up so garbled he couldn’t understand her. 

“I don’t think I caught that, babe,” Luka said, trying not to laugh. 

Marinette put her hands over her face. gave a frustrated huff. “Sssorry. And here I’ve b-been d-doing all the t-talking, and I hardly found out anything ab-bout you. I’m sssorry.” She made a face. “It’s p-probably frustrating for you, l-listening to mmme.”

“Don’t apologize,” Luka said with complete sincerity. “It’s no big deal to wait until you get it out. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“Sssstill. Thanks for being sssso p-patient with me. T-too bad it’s not sssocially acceptable to b-burst into sssong.” She smiled at him so sweetly that Luka’s mouth answered without his brain’s permission. 

“Gorgeous, with lips like yours everything you say sounds like music to me.” 

Even so the blush that rose to his face was nothing compared to the shade of red Marinette turned. She made another strangled noise and Luka chuckled, reaching across the table to touch her hand, just resting his fingers lightly on the back. “You okay, or was that too much?” He ducked his head a little, trying to see her eyes. “I promise it wasn’t just a line. I meant it.”

“I kn-kn-know. Th-th-that’s w-w-why it wwworked,” she huffed, darting a shy smile at him. 

Luka bit his lip, and then took the leap. “I really like you, Marinette. I’m sorry if I’ve been asking too many questions, but I’ve been wanting to get to know you better for weeks. You’re the song that’s been playing in my head since the day we met. I’d really like to talk to you more often. Could I maybe give you my number, and if you feel like it, we could text sometime?”

Cheeks still red, Marinette handed him her phone. Luka grinned, and programmed his number. Marinette took the phone back and typed. A moment later his phone pinged with a new message. Luka saved the number under Gorgeous. 

“Come here, I need a picture,” Luka beckoned her, and she leaned in with him and let him take a selfie. It was a little washed out from the lights and his hair was a disaster, but he still grinned when he looked at her sweet smile next to his. “Perfect.”

“Sssend it to me?” Marinette asked, blushing. 

“Sure thing, babe.” He stood up and slung his guitar over his back, offering Marinette a hand up. “Thanks for dinner.” 

She let him help her to her feet. “Ssso do you actually play that th-thing?” Marinette asked, waving at his guitar. 

Luka laughed. “I know a chord or two, yeah. I prefer my electric, but this one’s a bit more portable.” 

“Mmaybe next time you can p-play something for me,” she giggled.

Luka grinned, leaning in a bit. “I’d love to play for you almost as much as I’d love for there to be a next time.”

She blushed a bit but didn’t avoid his eyes this time. “Ssso t-t-text mmme and we’ll pick a nnnext t-time?”

“Absolutely.” It was stupid how much he wanted to kiss her, and he would be stupid to try so soon. He forced himself to straighten up. “Goodnight, Gorgeous. Thanks for the cookies.”

“Th-they’re c-cakes, t-technically,” Marinette tucked a loose strand of hair back and Luka knew he better get out of there before he got any stupider.

He still had the stupid grin on his face when he got home. Juleka looked up and frowned as he came in. “Where have you been?” she demanded. “Hurry up and get ready, we’re going to be late. The rest of the band will be half set up before we even get there at this rate.”

“It’s fine, Jules, it won’t take me that long,” he said dismissively. 

“If I have to smell pizza on top of the club, I’m gonna hurl, Luka,” she complained.

He rolled his eyes. “Decide how big a hurry you’re in, sis, you can either wait for me to shower or deal with—“

“Fine, shower, just make it fast. What the hell kept you?”

The stupid grin came back. “I’m not exactly sure, but...I think it was a date.”

Part 1| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 (end) | Bonus Scene

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Check out the sequel!

Hey Gorgeous: Under Your Skin

That’s all I’ve got for now, but we’ll see what the future holds...thanks for reading! This whole thing will go up on AO3 sometime today.

[dyscrasia-eucrasia]

Part 5

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Like every day, Angel woke up to an alarm at noon. And, like every day, he considered sleeping in. But he'd established that his Instagram stories started updating at 12:30, and he refused to break that routine. 

He dragged himself out of bed and over to the kitchen. He was in a bulking phase, which meant that at least he got to eat a lot of calories, but even then he had to check the notebook he kept next to the fridge to make sure he was hitting his macros. Breakfast wound up being oats made with peanut butter, greek yogurt, and protein powder. It was ugly to look at and nearly as bland, since there was no sugar to liven up the flavors. That was the sacrifice that he had to make for the sake of his physique - giving up basically everything that tasted good and living on a diet of peanut butter, chicken, and brown rice. 

After he finished choking down his breakfast, he had to take a minute to search his apartment for his wireless earbuds. He popped them in his ears, grabbed his phone, perched himself on the window sill, and proceeded to take a dozen selfies, all with slight variations, until he got the perfect one of himself turned just slightly towards the window, his earbuds clearly showing, the street outside visible but artistically blurry. It took him a few more minutes in Facetune to edit out the puffiness under his eyes and a blemish that was forming on his chin, not to mention lighten his skin and up the saturation of the blue dye in his hair. He needed a dye touch-up, but no one on Instagram needed to know that. 

It took him a few more minutes to craft his story post, carefully weighing the benefits of a filter that gave him dog ears and deciding how many emojis he wanted to use. 

Then of course there was the matter of what to say in the story. His first post of every day was a 'song of the day' post. It took him a minute to think of what song to use. Ultimately, he wound up writing: 'Listening to Bad Guy today! Love Billie Eilish!' and then took another minute to choose the exact font style, color, and positioning. 

He hadn't actually been listening to Billie Eilish. He liked her music, sure, but lately he had been on a nostalgic kick, listening to nu metal. But it wasn't #relatable to post about listening to Coal Chamber. How many people even remembered that the band existed? Certainly none of the e-boys that followed Angel's account. 

No, Angel's brand didn't work with a maligned, forgotten genre from the late 90s. He'd made a name for himself as goth-lite. Not really goth, but not an e-boy either. Rather, he was just a touch edgy, but still firmly in the mainstream gay community. 

All the more reason to keep Bacchus to himself. It was totally against his brand to go to shows with mosh pits. 

'Tell me what song you wanna see me pole dance to!' He added to the post, making a comment field for people to respond. Within seconds, answers started to pour in, mostly Top 40 sex jams. 

He spent a little longer scrolling through Instagram, commenting on videos from other dancers. Every comment was upbeat and encouraging, even if he thought their dancing was a bit shit. There was no room to be critical on social media. He had to treat everyone as if they were his best friend, even if he didn't know them. He was still building his following, and any drama could ruin that. 

His DMs were full, as usual. Most of them were thirst-DMs, a couple were shady sounding guys offering to be his manager. Nothing interesting enough to respond to. 

A notification popped up at the top of his screen from Grindr. He automatically tapped it to go to the app, only to be greeted with a blurry dick pic. He wasn't against dick pics, but they had to have a bit of effort put into them. This one was just lazy. The guy didn't even look like he was hard. 

He tapped the back button to look at the rest of his messages. A lot were dick pics. Some were asking for a hookup. One was a message from a guy he'd hooked up with a few days ago, saying that he had a nice time and asking if he wanted to get together again. 

The guy had been alright. A nice enough bodybuilder who had been surprisingly gentle and considerate during sex. But his personality had been as bland as the meal-prepped chicken sitting in Angel's fridge. Angel knew he could do better. But it never hurt to have the guy on-call as backup if he felt the need to get laid right away, so he snapped a selfie and sent it to him, with a short note that simply said, 'I had fun!' 

With that, he'd had enough social media, and it was almost time for his workout, anyways. 

Thirty minutes later, he met with his personal trainer. He paid a hefty fine for one of the best trainers in the city, someone he trusted to help him sculpt his physique without making comments about trying plastic surgery. His trainer was cute, nice, and painfully straight, which was something Angel had specifically looked for. He didn't want to be distracted by a guy who may or may not be interested in fucking. 

Like always, working out kicked his ass, and like always, he took a sweaty selfie in the locker room mirror with his shirt lifted to show his abs and posted it on his Instagram story. 

His day was far from over, though. He had to stop by the smoothie shop and take a photo of his smoothie - milk, whey powder, greens, banana, and peanut butter - and then go out and take photos around town until he found something that made it look like he was doing something interesting that day. He eventually found a corner of a building that had been tagged with a dozen Mothman stickers and snapped a selfie in front of it, captioned it 'Hanging out with my fellow spooky kids!' and posting it to his main Instagram. 

And then the boredom set in. He didn't really have anything planned for the day, and he still had plenty of time before he had to go to work. Sure, he could go home and put on some makeup and take artful thirst-trap selfies, but he'd done that so recently. He didn't want to make his Instagram nothing but thirst-traps - he had to make sure he was attractive to multiple types of brands if he ever wanted a sponsorship. 

The thing was, trying to be an Instagram star was lonely. He had friends, but they were either work colleagues - and thus rivals - or other micro-influencers. All their conversations were about collabs and SEO and ways to boost engagement. To outsiders he no doubt looked like he lived a lavish and incredibly fun lifestyle as a stripper, but they didn't see the day-to-day boredom or the awkwardness behind running into people who knew him from the club out in broad daylight. 

He wanted someone to talk to who wasn't a part of all that bullshit. 

Of course, as soon as he had that thought, he realized that he wanted to talk to Demie again. 

He wasn't sure if he should. He'd just called him that morning, after all. 

It wasn't that he was worried about coming off as desperate, but more that he was worried about scaring Demie off. He was absolutely certain that Demie was gay, but he was also sure that Demie was a country boy, and country gays were different from city gays. Country boys had such an endearing gee-shucks quality about them, like they were trying so hard to be beer-drinkin', truck-drivin' bros, but they were just a little too soft-spoken and shy for that. 

Demie - from what Angel could tell - was a guy who wanted to be cool to other men but who was also painfully nervous around them. 

It was absolutely adorable, and Angel wanted so badly to get him into bed. 

But getting that kind of guy into bed was a challenge. It was like hunting a deer. Move too fast or too loudly, and he'd run off into the woods. 

Or so Angel assumed. He'd never actually gone hunting. That was too much a white person thing to do. 

Fuck it, he decided. Demie was the first real connection he'd made in a long time. And it wasn't like he was asking for a hookup. He just wanted to talk. 

He settled onto a bench where he could still see the Mothman stickers and dialed Demie's number. The phone rang with no answer. No shit, it was a Monday afternoon. People with normal 9 to 5s worked at that time. 

Well, at least he could leave a message and give Demie his number. He realized he'd never actually told Demie how to contact him. 

Eventually the answering machine picked up. "You've reached Demie and Elaine," Demie's voice said. "If you're trying to sell us something we don't fucking want it. If you're trying to get on our property, we have guns and we're not afraid to fucking use them. Bye." 

"Wow, your answering machine is pretty aggro," Angel said. "This is Angel, but the way. I realized I didn't give you my number. So, y'know, just in case you want to get in touch…" 

He left his number and hung up. He sat staring at the Mothman stickers a little longer. He kind of wanted to send a picture of them to Demie, since Demie in a way reminded him of a cryptid - shy and kind of elusive. But of course, he couldn't, since Demie didn't have a cellphone. Still, he took a non-selfie picture of them anyways. Just in case he got to hang out with Demie sometime.

[2-fast-2-curious]

Adore You Like The Roses

Summary: Auston is bad with words but tries to fix that with you

Words: 1450

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: To get the random thirsty Instagram comments all I had to do was scroll through my own message box. Also, I went to see The Maine today and they reminded me that they’re from Phoenix so I decided to rename this after one of their lyrics. Didn’t add very much smut because I’m tired AF.

It had been a long time since Auston had a girlfriend. In fact, he wasn’t even looking for one when he first met you. Everything was casual and great until it wasn’t. The more he got to know you, the harder it was to shake the romantic attraction he had for you. So Auston asked you if you wanted to be exclusive, if you wanted to be his girlfriend. In hindsight, he should’ve taken note of your response. “Oh” followed by seconds of silence as Auston waited on bated breath. “I honestly didn’t know you felt that strongly about me, Auston.” Auston picked up a lot of things naturally: hockey, video games, fashion (although he understood that last one was very subjective). How to ‘boyfriend material’ or ‘couple goals’ with you was not one of them. He was in love with you, he was sure of it, he was just bad at showing his feelings. You had agreed to be his girlfriend and Auston was relieved. Despite what some people wanted to believe, he wasn’t an asshole. At least not on purpose. He treated you well, he made you laugh, he bought you stupidly expensive designer things even though you insisted he didn’t have to. Speak of designer items, you and Stephanie had gone shopping for dresses for a black tie Leafs’ charity event. Auston and Mitch were going to meet the two of you at Holt Renfrew to see your final selection before grabbing dinner. You had texted Auston and Mitch directions to the private shopping suite the store had given you which was really just a very large private dressing room with couches and snacks.

In a corner was a rolling rack full of colourful, floor length dresses. Auston sat down on a couch. “Y/N, Steph, are you guys ready?”

You took a deep breath as you shuffled your sky-high Louboutins out of the dressing area. You knew Auston was getting a custom navy blue suit for the event so you had chosen a dress made of sparkly sapphire blue lace on top of fabric that mimicked the colour of your skin. “So what do you think?” You asked Auston, as you spun around in the dress. You had spent all afternoon stepping in and out of dresses before you had chosen this one, thinking Auston would enjoy the lacey details. Auston knew you looked amazing, he just didn’t know how to put it into words. So he decided to go with something safe. “You look nice, babe.” The smile fell from your face and Auston knew he fucked up. Meanwhile, Mitch was looking lovingly into Stephanie’s eyes while telling how gorgeous she looked in her rose gold sequined dress. You slipped off the shoes and went back into the changing area, trying to swallow back your feelings of disappointment at Auston’s reaction or lack therefore. Stephanie escaped Mitch’s grasp and went to join you. “I wish I knew how to do that.” Auston admitted as he beckoned the sales associate to bring him the card machine so he could pay for your Louboutins. “It’s just that every time, I think of how I want to compliment Y/N, I’m worried it will sound stupid or creepy.” “You feel stupid giving your girlfriend compliments?” Mitch asked, slightly confused at his teammate's aversion. “Well when you say it like that, I sound like an idiot.” Auston admitted, handing his Black Amex to a sales associate. He placed the heel next to his foot, amused at how small your feet were compared to his. Mitch laughed. “Because you’re being an idiot, Mats. It’s a compliment, who cares if you sound creepy or stupid? And if that happens, you just have to remember not to do that next time.” Auston frowned, that seemed like an oversimplification of his problem. He took out his phone, seeing that you had a new post on your Instagram. It was a carousel of mirror selfies of a couple of the dresses you had tried on today. You rarely posted pictures of yourself claiming that no one wanted to see you. Auston wanted to comment something to encourage you, it would at least be a step in the right direction if he wanted to start giving you more compliments. He frowned when he saw some of the comments on your post. your face is cute and your cleavage is sexy 😁 we should chat

So damn cute 😍😍😍

Hey there can I add ur snapchat? Auston wanted to show these random accounts that you were spoken for. But all he had started and erased several different messages and was now staring at the blank comment box. How the hell were faceless accounts on Instagram better at complimenting you than your own boyfriend? Babygirl looks 🔥 I’m the luckiest guy in the world Can’t wait to Auston had spent so much time trying to craft a message, you and Stephanie walked out of the dressing room, back in your street clothes. Your dress would have to stay at the store since it still needed alterations to fit you properly. Things were frosty between you and Auston during dinner as you let Mitch and Stephanie steer the conversation. You were more sad than anything. Auston seemed to care a lot more about his appearance than you did since he was a public figure. You thought that maybe seeing you in that dress would make him want to excited for the event and the opportunity to show you off. You knew Auston wasn't someone who gave compliments easily but did he give them ever? Hell, even the waiter had complimented you more than your own boyfriend had when he replied "Excellent choice" when you told him you wanted the ceviche. You and Auston ordered an Uber to take you home. You shrugged off your jacket and threw it on the coat rack. With all the dress fittings, today had been an exhausting day. “Auston, if you don't like the dress, I can call the store and tell them we don't want it anymore.” Auston followed you as you went to the bathroom to wash your face. "Are you kidding? I love that dress." "You really weren't acting like it. But I guess that's normal for you." You say as you massage your face wash into your skin. "Listen Y/N, I feel really shitty that I don't give you all the compliments that you deserve." Auston sat on the edge of the bathtub as he watched you wipe the soap off your face. "I want to know how much it means to me when I'm wearing my gameday suit and you always make sure to tell me how handsome I look before I leave. Or how you'll Skype me when I'm on the road and just woke up and you'll still tell me how hot you think I am." "Wow, I'm making you really conceited." You reply, not sure where Auston was going to go with this. Auston laughed. "You make me feel really good about myself. I realize that I need to make you feel the same way." Auston lifted you up and placed you on the counter next to the sink. "You look really nice when your face is just washed, it's so soft and it smells so good." He kissed your cheek, his stubble scratching you. He took his phone out and snapped a photo of the two of you in the mirror. Your back was to the camera, his face was in your neck, one hand was holding his phone and the other reached across your back to cup your butt. "Don't we look cute together? I'm going to make this my lock screen." You bit your lip, you had to admit you and Auston looked good together in that photo. You especially liked how his tattooed arm looked against you. You kind of wanted him to send it to you so you could post it. You didn't have a lot of photos of just you and Auston. "You looked really beautiful in the dress you picked. It suits you so well." The smile Auston gave you was so genuine, your heart fluttered. Auston helped you out of your shirt. He watched his hands in the mirror as they lifted your shirt over your head, exposing your bare back to the mirror. Auston took the time to admire your bra. "Pretty." "Aus, your hands are cold." You giggled as your torso shivered when he removed your bra. Auston smirked as he used his extra cold thumbs to play with your nipples. "All the better to touch you with."

“Auston that’s not even how Little Red Ridinghood goes.“ You say as you lean in to kiss your boyfriend’s lips.

Part 2

[nadiafm]

( camila morrone, cisfemale ) hey ! have you seen NADIA PEREZ around ? they work as a ICE SKATING INSTRUCTOR at big bear resort, but they must be off their shift by now. well, if you do see them can you let me know ? they’re 21 years old & they’ve been working here for 11 MONTHS. they tend to be +AMOROUS & +CONVIVIAL, but can also be -LICENTIOUS & -WARY. the other employees have labeled them THE ROMANTIC. thanks a lot ! gold hoops , floral mini dresses , pink lipgloss , overly dramatic eyeshadow , freckles specked across your nose , mascara running down your cheeks , tequila shots chased with salt and lime , lana del rey blasting in your headphones , mirror selfies , golden hour , glitter and rhinestones , blue raspberry dum dums , piled up books you keep forgetting to read.

hey y’all !! i’m so excited for this wow. i’m sam, i’m 22, and i live in pst !! i’m a sucker for cooking shows and dogs and candles. but more importantly...this is my freaking baby nadia, an absolute idiot with a heart of gold ! i already know this intro is going to be too long but bare with me i will include a tldr at the bottom i promise. also hmu on discord to plot ! capricornmom#1278

here is nadia’s pinterest & here is her playlist

aesthetics : gold hoops , floral mini dresses , pink lipgloss , overly dramatic eyeshadow , freckles specked across your nose , mascara running down your cheeks , tequila shots chased with salt and lime , lana del rey blasting in your headphones , mirror selfies , golden hour , glitter and rhinestones , blue raspberry dum dums , piled up books you keep forgetting to read

character parallels : jackie burkhart ( that 70′s show ) rachel green ( friends ) , cassie howard ( euphoria ) , brooke davis ( one tree hill ) , bianca stratford ( 10 things i hate about you ) , april ( palo alto ) , erica vandross ( flower ) , gigi & triple a ( booksmart ) , snooki ( jersey shore ) , jessica day ( new girl )

full name : nadia paloma perez

birthday : july 23, 1998

zodiac : cancer sun , pisces moon , pisces rising . god help this emotional ass girl

nationality : american 

religion : roman catholic

sexual & romantic orientation : bisexual , biromantic

hometown : aventura , florida ( 20 minutes outside of miami )

languages spoken : english ( fluent ) , spanish ( fluent ) , french ( still learning , takes it in school , somewhat conversational )

likes : candy ( sour punch straws , lollipops ) , watching soccer games ( messi stan till she dies ) , rex orange county , writing , magazines , making empanadas with her abuela , romantic comedies ( her fav is how to lose a guy in 10 days ) , tequila sodas , sex , lana del rey , chipotle burritos , iced chai lattes with almond milk from starbucks , gossip girl , craft beer , margaret atwood

dislikes : quinoa , nuts in things like salad or cookies , star wars , watching golf , oatmeal , church , screamo music , california ( a grudge ) , spoiled rich kids , condescending business majors , quentin tarantino ( and his avid fans )

BACKGROUND

Born and raised in South Florida, a little aways from Miami ! Her mother, Paloma, was an Adventura native while her father, Santiago, was an immigrant from Argentina. Her parents met in college when Paloma was studying abroad in Argentina. They fell in love, rather quickly, and the rest was history. They had planned on moving back to America together, but Santiago’s visa was denied. So, after only four months of knowing each other and 2.5 months of dating, they got married. 

Turns out sometimes you should know your partner better before getting married !! shocker right. It wasn’t so bad at first, though. They were young and in love and their honeymoon phase seemed to last forever, until it didn’t. 

By the time Nadia was born, they’d already begun to realize each other’s faults and flaws. Santiago was a good looking guy, and with his thick Argentine accent, he tended to come off as overly friendly and at times overtly flirty. Paloma was jealous and needy. It never seemed to mesh well when she thought her husband was flirting with every other mom in the neighborhood. 

So, for the majority of Nadia’s childhood, all she remembered from her parent’s marriage was them fighting. She had a close relationship with the both of them, though, and she was particularly close with her father. He was her biggest supporter !! Always hyping her up. He was the one signing her up for sports like soccer (they’re a huge soccer family, the only time her parents weren’t fighting was during Argentina games), gymnastics, dance, and ice skating. Her favorite was soccer, and her for most of her adolescent years, her dad coached her team. They formed a really close bond because of it. 

The marriage was sort of non exinsistant at this point, but in some sort of last attempt to salvage any love they might have had for each other, Santiago and Paloma had a baby. It was more Paloma’s idea than anything. Santiago, at that point, was only sticking around for Paloma. She was seven when her little sister was born, Caterina, and Nadia absolutely adored her. They may have been seven years a part, but they were the best of friends. 

When Nadia was twelve, she woke up with a note on her bed side table. It was from her father, and it read: “Nads, I’m so sorry I couldn’t say goodbye to your face. I wish I was stronger. I am so proud of you and I promise I will be in touch. Te amo. Papa” He hadn’t left anybody else a note, and not even a word to her mother. As close as she was to her mother and sister, she couldn’t help but blame them for her father leaving. Still, she was pretty certain she’d hear from him soon. That he’d come back once he cleared his head. Only, he didn’t. 

Word spread pretty fast around school about what had happened. Suddenly, Nadia was a charity case. PTA moms were coming up to her and offering to bring her lunch or dinner, if she needed it. She was the girl who’s dad left them high and dry. It didn’t help that on top of that, her body was going through changes much more rapidly than any of her friends. She already had gotten her period, and by the time she was in seventh grade she was wearing a D cup bra. So in addition to the sudden spotlight as the girl without a dad, boys started treating her differently. Boys that had never talked to her previously suddenly wanted to be her friend. In eighth grade, Hayden Walker rolled up a small piece of paper and shot it like a basketball into her cleavage. He high-fived his friends after and thanked her for the backboard.  

So middle school was rough. And while Nadia had had one or two boyfriends during that time, she’d never gone past kissing them. That’s not how the rumors went, though. That was the part that hurt the most. The things people said, especially the things girls said about her. Girls she thought were her friends. 

At the end of eighth grade, during the summer before high school, she got a text from her dad. The first one in 2 years! She’d idolized him her whole life, so obviously she was ready to forgive him as soon as she heard from him. He told her he was living in California and Nadia was like, I’m sold! Let’s go! Only her mother was like...are you fucking insane you are not going to California to visit that man. Long story short, she found a cheap cross country bus ticket and essentially ran away from home to see her dad! He was shocked she had come at all, despite his text message leading her to believe he wanted to see her. Apparently it was more of a courtesy text, a text so he could let go of the guilt of leaving an entire family behind. Because in the two years he’d been gone, he managed to start a new one. He had a new wife, and two newborn twins. 

Nadia was pretty furious, but she stayed the summer anyways. She had full intentions of starting high school in California and not going home to Florida. Things were tense at her father’s, though. Her “step mother” obviously didn’t like having her around, and though her bond with her father was slowly rekindling, there was still a sort of distance between them. But they were trying to make it work, at the very least. 

Then came the end of the summer. Nadia had made a few friends around the neighborhood, and was invited to an end of summer kickback with a bunch of high schoolers. Naturally, she lied about her age at the party. She was 14, but told everyone she was 16, and everyone seemed to overlook her baby face thanks to her ass and tits. At the end of the night, a boy drove her home, and the two ended up hooking up in the car. Apparently she had misjudged how much her father actually cared, because he’d waited up for her to come home, and after seeing car headlights out front, he’d stormed outside to find her in the car with a high school boy, half naked. After allowing her to gather her bearings, he essentially humiliated her right there on the front lawn, screaming about how irresponsible she was amongst other things. The majority of the conversation has since been blacked out from her mind, but she’ll never forget the look on her dad’s face when he said, “you’re nothing, you’re just like your mother, and i don’t want you anywhere near my family.”  whew !! ya girl was hurt.  

So, obviously, she was back on the way to mom’s ! Honestly at that point her mom wasn’t even mad at her for leaving she was just thankful she was back. 

GODDD okay this is getting long so I need to wrap this up. I haven’t even gotten to personality KJSHG Okay let’s wrap up high school in one bullet point. Basically she sub consciously searched for every man’s approval because she lacked the approval she needed from her father! This meant lots of boyfriends and never saying no. In her four years of high school, she was maybe single for a total of like ... seven months. not seven consecutive months lmao, 7 months in between relationships. 

one of those boys was connor perch, her first official boyfriend freshman year ! they were really sweet n young and nadia really thought she was in love. but then she gave him a blowjob and this mf recorded it ! and nadia found out after the fact, asked him to delete it, he said it was just for himself to look at, only to find out he’d sent it to his friends a few days later. so that basically set the precedent for how she’d be treated the next four years of high school ! she tried to act like it didn’t bother her but dang. high schoolers can be very mean !

oh my god i seriously have to wrap up okay this will be quick. basically when she was a senior in high school she went on a ski trip to big bear and met a boy named ethan, who she like fell in love with so fast like literally a week give it a rest girl. he was from Colorado but when she left they kept in touch and basically talked every day for the rest of the school year and throughout the summer. She’d decided to apply to Boulder University to be closer to him because this time it really felt like the real thing ! SURPRISE AGAIN ! She got to school and found out he had a girlfriend. She was really mf heartbroken over that. But did she learn her lesson? No. Does she still fall in love with anyone who looks in her direction? Yes. 

Okay and lastly she has been working all sorts of jobs throughout college because her mom is helping her pay for tuition and rent so she’s gotta cover spending money ! She ended up getting a job at Big Bear Resort during her last winter break as an ice skating instructor because she used to do ice skating back in the day. Now she works at Big Bear during her school breaks and on some weekends ! 

TLDR/Tidbits

Hopeless romantic with major daddy issues

Will overanalyze every interaction she has with anyone because she thinks they might like her

EXTREMELY GULLIBLE 

Probably will have a crush if you are even remotely nice to her 

Really dumb but means well. Literally no common sense. Complete bimbo

Cries A LOT. Complete crybaby. Happy or sad she’s probably crying

Heart of gold!! She really always means well even when she fucks up so bad I SWEAR her heart was in the right place 

Can outdrink anyone. She would drink a 6ft5in, 200 pound man under the table any day

Tequila is her choice of drink, but vodka is for her #sadgirlhours

Obsessed with Rosalía, Lana Del Rey, & Rex Orange County. And also 2010 bangers. Anything she can shake her ass to !

She pretty much used to exclusively wear mini dresses because when she realized everyone was just gonna sexualize her anyway, she was like FUCK IT, i’ll show my ass n titties n legs. Except it’s fucking like negative degrees in Colorado so she can’t do that ! Bummer. (she’ll still probably find ways to wear mini dresses)

Obsessed with makeup!! She loves doing adventurous things with eyeshadows and lipsticks  like ok euphoria 

Kinda crazy. Major crackhead vibes especially when she’s drunk! She loves going out, she’ll go out on a Tuesday, she just likes to have fun ok and dance on tables and make out with cute people

She’ll have a one night stand but just know for HER she’ll probably get attached. I’m so sorry it won’t last that long but she’ll pine for at least a week

ok that is all i’m so sorry for this shit show of an intro but here is a messy list of wc !

[barpurplewrites]

My Favourite Colour

A Sherlolly fic that has only come into existence because of @darnedchild ‘s

Hi (HERE) and the follow up Hello (HERE).

If you haven’t read these wonderful fics I suggest you click on those links before you read further. With kind and generous permission of @darnedchild I offer you my suggestion of what happened after Hi and Hello.

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Molly strolled along the aisle slower than she normally would. She was more of a ninja shopper, expert at being in and out of a shop in mere moments, her purchase made with the minimum of fuss, thanks to strategic planning. Thanks to Sherlock – consulting pain in the arse – Holmes she was taking her time today.

Of all the texts she'd sent him THAT one was the one he chose to comment on. Seriously? She'd sat staring at the door he'd swanned out of for a good thirty seconds before the mortification tried to sink in. That had been firmly quashed. Yes, he'd told her his favourite colour in front of Greg and John, but neither of them knew the circumstance of her asking him that question. If either of them gave it any thought, (not much chance of that while they were on a case), then they'd probably think she'd asked him 'What's your favourite colour?' while they were examining the nail varnish of a body, or looking at bacteria in the lab. Sherlock and her had talked about stranger things during autopsies and the like.

No, she wasn't worried that Greg or John would realise that the conversation revolved around her need to buy new knickers. They had both married women, probably been dragged around the lingerie section a time or two, far too worldly to be shocked by the idea that, as a woman, she needed to shop for delicates on occasion. Okay, they might raise an eyebrow as to why she was discussing that with Sherlock of all people. Oh sod it, if in the highly unlikely event either of them asked her, then she'd nick Sherlock's go-to-fib and claim it was for a case. They would probably believe her, 'Molly, I need you to discuss purchasing under garments with me' wouldn't even make it into the top fifty of weirdest things Sherlock had asked her to do for a case. Hell, it wouldn't even make the top ten of weird things she'd agreed to do for him in the name of a case!

It was his answer that had her perusing the racks of bikini, hi-cuts and boy shorts with care. Cherry red. She might not have his deductive skills, but she wasn't blind. Sherlock ripped the piss out of almost all of her clothes, with varying degrees of nastiness, but the only thing he'd ever say about her cherry print stuff was, 'It's alright, I suppose'. Long ago she'd worked out Sherlock was a bit like a teenager, when he really liked something, (other than murder, science, or bees), he played indifferent. Using that logic 'alright' translated to, 'Wow, I really like that!'. She also knew that he knew she didn't have any knickers in cherry red. He might be the great Hat Detective, but she knew when someone had been in her underwear drawer, and since most blokes she'd dated treated that drawer like some sort of hell's gate, it had to be him.

As she considered a pair of hi-cuts in red, she wondered if Sherlock's liking for cherries stemmed from the same place as hers? (Ha ha – stemmed.) As a teenager she'd had what her Grandma called 'a bit of a pash' for Bettie Paige. In her mind Bettie was linked with rockabilly and with that came cherries. She'd had a few not-so-successful tries at nailing the Bettie's signature pin-up look and decided that bullet bras were never going to look good on her, but cherries she could wear with confidence.

The red hi-cuts weren't the right shade and had more scratchy lace than she was happy with. She was about ready to head to the next shop, when she spotted them. The perfect pair of cherry red knickers. Boy shorts, made from bamboo, so deliciously silky under her fingers, and even better on the left hip a simple embroidered outline of a pair of cherries. Perfect.

Now she just had to be brave enough to let Sherlock know about her purchase.

It only took her half a glass of wine after a nice long shower to slip her new knickers on and take a selfie. She chosen to stand in front of her mirror, hips angled slightly to showcase the cherries on her hip. The picture she chose looked good, no more suggestive than a page for a catalogue. Although most for most men she knew lingerie catalogues had been their first furtive wank fodder. Nope. She did not want to think about teenager Sherlock that way. With quick fingers she type the message and send the photo.

Molly's text alert sounded just as he and John were waiting to cross the road. Sherlock opened it just as the green man lit up and he started across.

Hi. Thoughts?

He stopped dead in the middle of the road and stared at the attached picture. John had to grab his arm and drag him to the pavement.

“Earth to Sherlock. What's happened?”

He blinked at John and shook his head to try and kick start his brain. It took a supreme force of will to stow his phone in his pocket without taking another look at  Molly's message.

“Something's come up. I have to go. Now.”

John watched as Sherlock summoned a cab and barked an address at the cabbie. Molly's address in fact. And that had been Molly's text alert. John wasn't as unobservant as Sherlock liked to claim. Dopey git probably didn't even know he had a Molly smile. He rocked on his heels and smiled to himself. About bloody time.

Molly wasn't at all surprised when Sherlock used his key and burst into her flat. He was out of breath, although he'd come by cab, (she'd heard it pull up), and his hair looked like he'd been raking his fingers through it. He stood in the middle of her lounge, panting and staring at her. She slipped a an old envelope between the pages of her book and set it aside.

“Sherlock?”

“I have thoughts. I need more data.”

She was stretched out on her sofa, her back against the arm. She keep her eyes on him as she inched her dressing gown up her thigh to reveal the tiniest flash of cherry red.

“About these?”

Sherlock moaned and dropped to his knees by her side. His hands shook as he reached for her.

Molly caught them in her own and whispered; “Hi.”

He gave her a honest smile; “Hello.”

[xo-dailypier-blog]

[Post 1 of 3]

Wow! What a week. Summer Crush truly took the life of me, and the way some of these hook ups went, it took the life out of you too. 

Instead of giving everyone an entire rundown of the day-by-day events, I took it upon myself to collect the top ten moments that I felt really stood out to ME, The Daily Pier!

TEN.

I should probably start this countdown off with the Noah/Diana/Natasha triangle going on that none of them know that they are a part of. It’s the most heartwarming thing to happen during this event and I LOVE it! Ok, so just to catch you all up to speed, #SinCarter were married once upon a slay. They eloped when they were off being WAR CRIMINALS for the USA or whatever. So once Natasha began to explore her latent homosexuality that she had repressed all these years the two came to the mutual agreement to just divorce. (Also, her sister was dealing with like, a meth addiction, or something, so that probably didn’t help the relationship). So fast forward 10 years and here they are in the same town with TONS of baggage, and unfinished business.

BUT WAIT a new challenger approaches in Diana Taylor. Noah and Diana have been getting pretty close these past view months. Some people have even said that he’s the rebound to that Daniel guy she was dating. I mean, after MONTHS of heavy petting and will they/won’t they, after their Summer Crush date, rumor has it that the two went back to Noah’s place and … well … *fellatio noises*. Obvs this can’t get out because Diana is in the public eye, so don’t tell anyone.

With a new woman in his life, and the old one present with a lot of shit to work out with him, this new season of the Aryan Chronicles looks promising!

As for who I ship? Well, I want to say #SinCarter because the mutual feelings of their past came back full force during this event. And I still ship Olivia/Diana and Diana/Wes. Neither of which will happen because 1.)Diana and Olivia are “”””””straight”””””””” and 2.)Ever since Diana RANDOMLY left New York she’s been keeping everyone at arms length, especially Wes. Who has too much love to give, and doesn’t deserve that. Who’s to say she won’t do the same to Noah?

I’m watching you Diana (if that is your real name).

NINE.

Q: Rexless_Fan asked “Victor and June hooked up in a fantasy suite and they're roommates so now it's awkward and scandy cuz they haven't told their third roommate at all!”

A: IM SORRY, WHAT BITCH??!!

SORRY FOR THE ALL CAPS BUT ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT DURING THEIR MOVIE NIGHT THE POPCORN WASNT ALL THAT WAS POPPIN, BUT HER PUSSY WAS ALSO?!!!!! I KNEW THAT JUNE WAS SECRETLY A BAD GIRL UNDERNEATH IT ALL. SHE PRETENDS THAT SHE ALL PURE AND INNOCENT AND JUST LIKE SIT IN A FUCKING CORNER WITH HER FUCKING BUGS AND FLOWERS OR WHATEVER BUT ANYBODY WHO FUCKS A BACK UP SINGER FOR A MARGINALLY SUCCESSFUL BAND CLEARLY LIVES ON THE FUCKING EDGE!!

I HEARD THE NEWS THAT JUNE, THE DOLL BABY, ARMSTRONG GOT THAT #DIC BUT I DIDN’T BELIEVE IT AND IF WHAT THEY SAY IS TRUE SHE IS INDEED A SCREAMER!!!!!!

COMING IN AT NUMBER NINE IS JUNE, WHO HAD YOU ALL FOOLED INTO THINKING SHE WAS A INNOCENT ANGEL BABY. WEVE DECIDED TO STAN UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.

EIGHT.

Coming in at number eight is Phobe “Pharrah Abraham” Cole. It’s true, she was on top of things in more ways than one. But who am i to judge? I actually think it’s progressive, and super inspiring. I mean, ok, take this with a grain of salt, Im not really trying to lie but ... Phobe? Phobe has Genital Herpes. It’s been two weeks since a flair up (according to sources close to her) and I think it’s really brave of her to disclose her status with the MYRIAD of men she ENGAGED with during the week. It just goes to show that it CAN be done! I mean, you did tell them ... right Phobe? Moving on! I will say that while did used to ship Jack/Phobe during the night they hooked up but since Jack allegedly only lasted about 4 minutes it makes me wonder about a future with the two. So many girls who have been with him have written in and told me sex with him is ABYSMAL! He spends the entire time looking in the mirror or taking selfies that he refuses to be focused on the matter at hand. Of course this is all a rumor, but would you really put it past our neighborhood beauty queen? But I guess this isn’t about Jack, and his short comings. Anyways...

SEVEN.

Q: SharkThot asked “Hey DP I just want to start off by saying that I love your site, I’ve been a loyal viewer for years! And I hope Myles Bennett sees this because I love him even more! I don’t care what you say about him DP, Myles is my bae and would never do anyone wrong! Ugh, He makes me (Shark)Weak! I did see him earlier last week getting BULLIED by that Stark Bitch. What was that about?”

A: Aww, SharkThot,

I assume you mean Heidi Stark, the elusive chanteuse. Her arrival has caused quite the controversy, considering she materialized out of no where. I guess this particular countdown entry will have more to do with her than the actual question. But for those of you who don’t know, Heidi Stark is Julian’s slightly more attractive sister. Her strong presence is quite intimidating, but according to a lot of sources ... She’s a complete fraud. She speaks in an Australian accent, but some say she’s from, like, Missouri and only picked up an accent for #clout. Her “designer” clothes? Ross (Dress for Less). And she apparently was spotted raiding a bunch of Payless Shoe Stores for the cheapest prices prior to their shutdown, where she then proceeded to paint the bottom of all the shoes she got red. Oh! And the degree she got from that fashion school on New York? FORGED! She totally went to Devry. I mean, it’s nothing wrong with that, but omg, just be honest girl. Anyways, back to the point. The #BabySharks (Myles’ fandom name) were INCENSED when they saw Fraudi CORNERING Myles at the speed dating event. According to by standers she was totally waving her finger in HIS FACE, SHOVING HIM repeatedly before pouring the ENTIRE CONTENTS of her martini onto his FACE! You would think that since he works in the ocean (and is used to having liquids on his face (Golden Showers ... other bodily fluids) ), Myles would have been unbothered by her VICIOUS ATTACK, but it was said that he left CRYING. Poor Guy. (Lol sike i don’t give a fck).

SIX.

Q: Loganista asked “How could you possibly still be loyal to “King Jason” when all he cares about is that CUNT Alex. You know I saw them going into one of those FUCK SUITE when just 2 days ago they hated each others guts. They make me sick. Do you think it’s time to move on DP?”

A: Hey Loganista,

Ugh, same! You know, Logan Lancaster, and BernBern<3 are right there looking all sexy and things of that nature, hmm, so who knows .. perhaps I could move on one of these days. But not now. But speaking of LongDick Lancaster and the #Jalex reunion you mentioned, the #Lolex and #Jalina dates were less than eventful. The two spent the entire time thinking of the other instead of getting to know the people I set them up with. It makes me feel really bad for LDLogan because he is truly such a nice guy but everyone he gets involved with, is using him. Leah totes just uses him as a dick call, and Alex is always using him as a rebound. When she was on the date with Logan all she could talk about was Jason, Jason, Jason. I heard she told Logan that if it were “6 months ago” (when she wasn’t involved with Jason) she would totally be on all fours for him. Which is bullshit, because she totally FUCKED Logan like, two weeks ago when she was mad at Jason. So what’s the truth Alex?

Thank God Alegenda came out of this unscathed. I wouldn’t want a QUEEN like her with court jester Jason. Sadly, she won’t be able to be with Devin like I wanted, since he had sex with Phobe and … well…

FIVE.

Speaking of Jason, another Sorrentino is on the list of topics for tonight. Brooklyn Sorrentino! Ok, so for those of you who don’t know. Brooklyn was seen crying after an encounter with her ex, Grayson Fox. As I’ve said before, they were engaged to being MARRIED, but out of no where, he left her.  So. naturally I did a little more research on she and her GrayBae Fox and what I found blew my wig right the fuck off. Ok, so it is alleged that (Actual) Daddy Sorrentino (that’s Jason/Brooklyn’s dad) PAID HIM OFF because he had no plans of a complete and total LOSER like Grayson dating, and MARRYING, his daughter. So after receiving this unknown amount of money, Grayson left Brooklyn a note saying his Goodbyes. And now … all the have is memories.

OF COURSE I don’t believe this shit! I still think the bitch's pussy stinks, so he didn’t want to wake up to that every frickin’ day of his life. And besides, it’s been how many years? Wouldn’t he have just told her what’s up at this point? Instead of moving into the same town as her, and acting like NOTHING is wrong? And then proceeding to FLIRT with the LIKES OF DAKOTA SONG? Yes! The two were seen getting pretty cozy, locking fingers, playing footsies, and exchanging hair-care regimes during Summer Crush. Poor Brooklyn, first she got beat up by Phobe and THEN we find out she lost her man. What a loser.

FOUR.

Q: AshersBabyMomma asked “STOP making fun of Asher! It’s so mean!!!!!!!! Asher is really trying his best to get by and all you do is pick on him! Us #Ashies will boycott your blog if you do not stop!”

A: Well, you’re in luck because coming in at number __ is Asher himself! 

And you’re right AshersBabyMomma, Asher has surprisingly been on his best behavior recently. Either that, or you demons have managed to make him look like an angel. Honestly? I think I’m actually going to start being nice to Asher. No more calling him things like “Crackhead Asher”, Ashy Lip Asher, Ashy Asher, and more things Of That Nature. He’s really gotten his act together and I’m so proud of him, and even more apologetic for the way I’ve treated him. 

A moment of silence for the old me that used to make fun of him…

…

…Anyways, Asher is an Escort now (as I said before). He totes is fucking [redacted] in exchange for money and drugs (CRACK not included). In FACT, it is alleged that he offered his services to Alec Clarke. Again, this could all be made up, but they were spotted disappearing into a hotel together where they stayed until the sun came up. (#Romantic) Now girl MIND YOU, Alec is Adam’s roomie, and multiple sources have claimed that he is secretly in LOVE with him! Which is a LIE! If Alec IS a MLM then he has WAY better standards than a Tax Evasionista. And I’m sure Asher has better standards than Alec… well … *Hot Dog on a Stick Flashbacks*..

Nevermind.

THREE.

Q: Emrestoplip asked “Ugh but the Yavuz family are all HOT and not problematic unless ur holding out on us DP”

A: Well I must admit they ARE all hot but sadly they are just as problematic as the rest. 

Specifically that Kessa girl. Her Lifetime Original Movie of a life has completely ruined the dynamic of her family. It’s made both Emre and Leyla (her siblings) RESENT her more than they care to admit and thing are sups awkward between all of them. It’s really sad. Funny that this is the entry right after an Adam mention because coming in at number four are both Adam and Kessa. The two were paired for a date and things got Out of Control.

It really has placed Adam on my heart throb list because little did I FUCKING know that Adam knew how to THROW IT DOWN in the bedroom. The two were caught on camera BANGING THE FUCK OUT OF EACH OTHER, FOUR TIMES IN ONE WEEK. Here I thought Adam was the only sane Aldridge, but it was all a SHAM. HES THE WORST OFFENDER!!!!

NOT ONLY is he a BEAST in the SHEETS, he was spotted EATING KESSA OUT on the SIDE of a BUILDING!!! IM LITERALLY SCREAMING! and to make matters worse, Kessa then left him and got eaten out by, one, Marley Callahan. I SERIOUSLY HOPE EVERYONE GOT TESTED AFTER THIS WEEK because you guys are OUT of your MCFREAKIN MINDS.

I guess you can catch Kessa in first AND second service on Sunday now that she got the most sanctified, purified, holyfied COCK of her life. Amen!

TWO.

Q: MackenziesStolenBrushes asked “Any updates on #JaiMac?”

A: This is a great way to almost end this countdown.

For those of you who don’t know Jamie and Cunty Westwood have decided to amend their troubles and get back together. (Yes, the paintbrushes (that Jamie hid) are back in Cunty’s easel, or whateverthefuck.) This might not be the sensational drama that you were expecting to see at the end of this list but I think it’s a great closer. Jamie and Mac are a shining example of a healthy relationship, and I’ve decided they should ALMOST close out the show.

I do wonder if Jamie found out about the times Mac engaged in MULTIPLE hardcore sexual acts with the #DemonDick himself, Julian Stark. They only ended their fling like two days before #JaiMac got back together, so I’m sure they did? Omg not to gossip, BUT, ok,  I don’t know how to say this politely, but ... there was ass eating involved (on Mac’s end … obviously… I mean, look at him...), and a lot of “I love you’s” were shared between the two. Not to mention cuddling. Late night phone calls, texts, and omg I'm pretty sure they were almost a couple.

Anyways, this might have happened before the event, but to see these two going into PRIDE MONTH a happy couple really is iconic and I thank them for deciding to work things out. Love you two! Kisses!

xx

So I’m sure, you’re wondering who Number 1 is ... 

find out tommorrow.

xo, DP.