#rolls around on the floor for 30 minutes crying

[hoofpeet]

Guy and her pathetic meow meow grandpa

[foreingersgod]

You (on my arm) . CH

pairing: caroline harvey x reader

synopsis: cute moments with kk throughout your relationship!

A/N: this came out kinda shitty, but i promise i’ll have better kk content coming haha

I wanna sit around and watch you do your hair

“you’re so pretty,” caroline sounded from the doorway of the bathroom “d’you know that?”

it was nearing 6:30 am on a friday morning. you hated getting up early with every fiber of your being, wanting to stay wrapped in caroline’s arms for as long as you could. but today, she had an away game, causing the both of you to pack an overnight bag and make an excruciatingly long drive.

you quite honestly looked a mess, dressed in your comfy clothes and your face decorated with the smallest amount of makeup. your hair was a disaster as you brushed it out, trying to style it in a somewhat presentable manner.

“shut up,” you laughed, looking at her through the mirror. she looked so good, also in her lazy day clothes as she leaned against the frame of the entry way, arms folded across her chest. she looked you up and down, smiling adoringly “i look like a disaster”

“not to me,” she came up behind you, moving stray hairs away from you neck so she could rest her chin on your shoulder. her hands planted themselves on your waist “you look gorgeous no matter what”

you turned your head, planting a kiss to her temple, humming against her skin. she sighed as she gave a gentle rub to your hip.

“love you” she mumbled, voice muffled by your sweatshirt.

“love you more” you confessed to her like you had a thousand times before. she was your person, your everything.

Talk it all into the ground

Have a ceremony there for something, don't know what it'd be

you were sprawled across the grassy meadow, long green blades standing tall, surrounding your body. your sundress rode up your thighs a bit, sneakers kicked off somewhere next to you. your arm was outstretched to your left as your hand fit snuggly into caroline’s. she laid next to you in the grass, smiling at you past the scattered flora. you looked radiant like this: skin glowing and sunkist, hair descending down your shoulders and onto the dampened earth beneath you, teeth sparkling as you let out the most infectious laugh.

she sat up, rolling onto her side and propping her head up on her hand as she stared down at you. her free hand maneuvered over to toy with the hem of your dress, fingers gliding across the soft material.

“i’m gonna marry you one day, i swear”

your cheeks burned from the sun, growing even hotter as she said that. there weren’t enough words to describe how caroline made you feel, so appreciated and wanted and loved. you had every intention of marrying her. although for now it would have to wait, you hated the idea of planning things and balancing school and a job and a full on wedding at the same time. but you both knew, without having to say it, that it didn’t matter if you married or not. the love was there all the same.

“one day,” you mirrored her movements, also rolling to your side “and i can’t wait for that day”

But it'd become nothing, it's nothing

And you'd smile at me

you had done it. through all the last minute study sessions, stressful midterms, and the nights spent crying at the kitchen counter as caroline rubbed your back sympathetically. you had finally graduated college. it was a beyond thrilling moment to slip on your gown and bobby pin the unflattering cap to the top of your head. just thinking of walking away with your degree made your stomach ache with excitement.

your high heel clad foot bounced against the floor as you stood in the long line. the room felt hot and crowded while you waited to make your way across that stage and get your degree. in the distance, the boom of the microphone could be heard echoing through the stadium as the names of the graduates were announced. with each passing moment, you were getting closer and closer to your turn. the hundreds of faces sat in the stadium made its way into the view as the line slowly inched forward. you strained your neck looking around the different sections, trying to find caroline’s familiar face.

unfortunately, your parents and the rest of your family couldn’t make it to this huge milestone in your life. you had gone no contact with the majority of them a while back once they ‘disowned’ you. when they found out you were dating caroline, a girl, they were furious and couldn’t stand having a daughter that followed such a lifestyle. your sister was the only one you stayed in contact with, but she was studying abroad and couldn’t make it back to the states in time to see you graduate. you were absolutely gutted about the whole situation.

but caroline was there for you through it all. sat with you while you sobbed the day before graduation because it was all settling in. she assured you that, even though it wasn’t the same as having your parents and sister there, she was going to be there front and center to watch you succeed. caroline was by far your biggest supporter, your rock through everything. you couldn’t believe you had gotten so lucky with someone so attentive and prideful towards you.

so as you finally reached the front, body shaking with excitement, your eyes bounced around all of the smiling faces. it was only when you handed the announcer your name card, taking your first steps onto the stage, you saw her. she was beaming ear to ear as she locked eyes with you. she had her phone out, ready to record her gorgeous girl accepting her degree. caroline had dressed up just for you, sporting a navy blue dress shirt and slacks to match the colors of your university. she watched as you accepted all the hand shakes, posing for pictures with the dean, and evidently walking off that stage with that cherished piece of paper.

you walked off the stage and started to make your way back to your seat to finish out the rest of the grad ceremony. you looked over to her, finally able to get a clear look at her face. you gave her an excited wave, showing off your degree to her. she clapped for you and blew you a kiss, still smiling as brightly as before.

‘i love you’ she mouthed ‘i’m so proud’

and you smiled, mouthing back to her with tears in your eyes ‘thank you’

I wanna be, I wanna buy you pretty little things

And never ever lie to you

“what’s all this?” you asked, stepping through the door into your shared apartment with caroline.

you had gotten off of work quite upset, driving home with irritation coursing through your veins. you got called in for a so called ‘emergency’ even though you had requested the day off for yours and caroline’s anniversary. in reality, it wasn’t an emergency, rather your boss just needed someone to run errands for him. your girlfriend was so sweet and had planned out the entire day to celebrate, you were in a bad mood the whole day wishing you could just got back home.

but when you walked through that door at around 7pm, the scent of pine wafting around the kitchen, your heart melted. a bouquet of your favorite flowers sat upon the marble countertop, a neatly sealed letter leaned against the vase. there was a small box that also sat next to it with a baby pink ribbon tied around it. caroline stood from where she was previously sitting on the kitchen stool, coming over to greet you.

“just wanted to do something since you had to work today, s’all” she shrugged, pulling you into her by your waist as you set your stuff down on table “happy anniversary, baby”

you felt like you could cry, tears welling up at your lash line. you had felt horrible for spoiling the day by going into work, but caroline was so sweet and understanding and always made sure you felt seen.

“caroline, you didn’t have to do this!” you gestured to the flowers and box, leaning in to smell the flowers “i spoiled our anniversary, i don’t deserve this”

“don’t be ridiculous, you didn’t spoil anything” she kissed your cheek, you could feel her lips curl against your skin “and of course you deserve it, you deserve the world. now open your gift!”

the small ribbon glimmered underneath your dim kitchen lights as you ran your fingers over it. you looked at her with a skeptical face, smirking slightly when she laughed at your expressed. she urged you on, promising that you would like the small little present. you untied the ribbon excitedly and lifted the lid carefully.

sat on a small bed of tissue paper, was the most beautiful charm bracelet you had ever seen. you instantly pulled it out, putting it up to your face to see it closer. it was only when you had gotten a closer look that you had realized what it was.

when you met caroline, you noticed she had always worn a small little bracelet on her left wrist. she told you about a month into your relationship that it was something she’s had since she was a kid, a way to keep important memories close to her. you adored the thing, always asking about the charms that she added and what her favorite ones were.

the bracelet she had gotten you was a near exact replica of hers. it shared a few of the charms that hers held, ones that you said were your favorite. but it also had several new ones. many came from the vacations you and caroline took together, others she bought because they reminded her of you, and one that had both of your initials in a heart. it was by far the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever gotten for you.

“caroline,” you exhaled, completely blown away “baby…i don’t know what to say”

she laughed, taking the bracelet from you and grabbing your hand. she delicately wrapped it around your wrist and secured the clasp. she pulled you in for a passionate kiss, wiping away the tears you seemingly couldn’t stop shedding.

“i hope you like it,” she said “i just know how much you like looking at mine and so i thought-i don’t know maybe it’s silly, but i thought you might like one of your own so we can match”

“of course i like it” you shook your head, looking back at your wrist to admire the charms “this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me…thank you so much, babe”

you spent the rest of that night on the couch, curled up into her side with a glass of wine as caroline explained each and every detail of the charms she picked out. she watched as you giggled at every fond memory she took inspiration from, noticing how you ran your fingers across the intricate designs of the little pieces, thinking about how much she loved you.

Watch you get dressed

And compliment your taste

she laid on your side of the bed, extended horizontally so that her stomach stretched along the width of the bed. her elbows were propped up to support her head as she watched your gorgeous figure from across the room. at first she was scrolling mindlessly on her phone to pass the time until you were ready to leave for your guys’ date, but now she was beyond distracted.

you emerged from the bathroom, hair done up and makeup dewy, walking over to your walk-in closet. you wore nothing except your nude bra and underwear, rushing around frantically trying to pick out an outfit. caroline was practically ogling at you, drooling at the sight.

“is this cute?” she had snapped from her trance when you came out, holding up a yellow dress to your body “i don’t know i can’t decide”

her eyes flickered back forth between your stressed expression and the frilly, lacey dress that had previously been tucked in some corner of the closet. she had seen you wear it a few times, remembering how much she loved the neckline and the way it flowed gracefully down your thighs. in truth, she loved everything you owned no matter what it was. she thought you looked good in everything.

she grinned at you, wanting to scream from how beautiful you looked “yea honey, that looks perfect”

“are you sure?” you asked again. she knew you liked things to be perfect, wanting to look your best for outings and such. but caroline always thought you looked your best no matter what “is it too fancy or anything? i don’t want to look like an overdressed loser or something-”

“hey,” she interrupted, making you quiet down and take a deep breath “you’re gonna look amazing, ok? you could be wearing a paper bag over your head and you’d still turn heads”

“you’re too sweet to me” you said rushing over to press a small kiss to her forehead before scurrying back into the closet to change. caroline observed you through the small crack you left in the closet door. not in a lurking way, she just wanted to appreciate her girl.

she bit her lip as she watched how you shimmied the dress over your hips, how you stuck your tongue out as you tried to zip up the back, and how you ruffled up your hair in the mirror probably a dozen times before deciding you were ready. then you waltzed out, just as beautiful as you were before, grabbing your bag and ushering her off the bed. you kissed the back of her hand as you interlocked fingers, making your way out the door.

man, she had really hit the jackpot with you.

…I'd be better armed

If you agreed to take it <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[aliengirlwrites]

Towa Otonashi x Fem! Reader

✎ Sweet like a flower's nectar

╰┈➤ 「 warnings 」 fluff, smut, dom Towa, reader receiving, overstimulation, small angst, pinned down, rough Towa⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Pretty little tears rolled down your cheeks adorning the pure ecstasy that countered your face. The melody of groans, panting, and moans echoed throughout the walls of the water cave. You bite down on your bottom lip attempting to quiet down your shameful moans, only to have a familiar strong hand squeeze your face, squeezing on the plump skin of your cheeks making you gasp.

“Stop that dandelion…I want to hear you”

Towa said as he pressed his weight down on you with an annoyed pout . He didn't care if you two got caught, why would he? If he wanted to do something he would—even if it was having you pressed down onto the cold rocky floor crying from the overwhelming pleasure Towa would bring with each thrust, kissing your womb with his shaft.

When Towa said he wanted to do something fun as he handed you a dandelion with that sweet carefree smile of his, you had envisioned he was going to take you around Jabberwock to forage for more flowers, not to test your limits and have you squirming beneath him—begging him to give you a momentary break from all the orgasams he easily stripped from you. You felt your body become overstimulated with pain and pleasure, your voice becoming hoarse from all the filthy screams that left your lips.

“Towa…please”

You said biting down on your lip as it drew blood from it. Your voice barely audible, nothing but pants and low groans left your mouth. How long had you been in this position for? 30 minutes? An hour? 2 hours? You were unsure of how much time had passed by since Towa dragged you here. You were completely cock drunk from every second Towa kept pushing you beyond your limits, his stamina was remarkable there wasn't a moment Towa stopped, he looked completely fine as he kept abusing your hole repeatedly, stuffing you with his seed as it overflowed out of you multiple times.

“Hmmmmmmm”

Towa said as he tilted his head stopping mid thrust with an expression of deep thought for a few seconds, thinking over what you just said.

“Alright Dandelion”

He said as he pulled out from you and dropped your hips. Your body hit the cold ground with a loud thud—you were unable to move or even feel your lower half body. You heard Towa giggle as he towered over you looking at your aching body from above, admiring what state he had left you in. His eyes drifted down your body, from your exhausted face to your quivering legs covered in both of your messes. Towa seemed to have little to no regard for your state, but he enjoyed the way you looked sparse out on the ground.

“You look so cute like that Dandelion! I can't help myself to resist you”

He said as he pulled up his pants shuffling to zip them up. Whenever he finished he scurried over to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder like it was nothing. You gasped and wailed in pain for a brief moment before realizing he was just going to walk out with you like that, no bottoms and a ripped open shirt.

“Hey wait, stop please ”

You said as you tried to get Towa's attention before walking out with you like that, even if it was dark outside and Haru probably already finished his last tour of the day you didn't find it appealing to have a chance of people looking at you in this state.

“Please Towa wait”

Finally Towa turned his head over his shoulder to look at you with a curious expression.

“Hm? What is it”

He said as he stopped in his tracks looking at you with a confused face.

“I can't go out like this—I don't want to risk others seeing me like this”

You said as you looked a bit distressed from the thought of your peers perhaps seeing you in such a vulnerable state. Towa stared at you examining your facial features, he may not understand why exactly it makes you so upset but he doesn't want to upset his precious flower so he puts you down and slides off his cardigan knowing that in any love story he has read before, that would be the appropriate reaction.

“Here you can wear it!”

Towa said as he sweetly smiled at you, slightly swaying from left to right offering you his cardigan. You took it without hesitation and slid it over your half bare body. Towa also liked the idea of you using his cardigan—the way it looked on you made him smile, his goat-like pupils dilating at the sight of you wearing it; was this what soulmates felt? He pulled your face close to his and smashed his lips against yours with passion and love. His sudden kiss took you by surprise but you reciprocated back, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, his hand sneaking around your waist as he needingly pulled you closer to him. After a few seconds he pulled away and happily hummed as he swept you off your feet and threw you over his shoulder again.

“You taste as sweet as a flower!”

He said in a happy-go-lucky tone humming a familiar song. You felt your face flush from his comment, you just chuckled as a response. Oh how you wish you could truly be his soulmate, maybe if you had more time it could have been true. For now you just enjoyed the moment with him for as long as it could last.

[shakespearean-simp]

we just weren’t meant to be

pairing ⇾ mattheo riddle x f!reader

warnings ⇾ established relationship, light angst, no happy ending, mention of sex, mattheo being a sucky bf, break-up, crying (?), reader being stood up.

(tell me if i missed any!)

summary ⇾ mattheo has stood you up one too many times, and you have had enough.

word count ⇾ 1.5k

a/n - first fic! written on my phone at like 1:30, so kind of bad. this wasn’t proofread, so feel free to give me feedback! (really, don’t be shy). english is not my first language! <3

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The first few times he hadn't shown up for your dates, you were worried sick. Where was he? Was he okay? Hurt? Bleeding on the floor of some random boys' lavatory, waiting to finally leave this cruel, cruel world?

Your thoughts began to spiral, and you finally caved in and texted him.

Hey, where are you? Mattheo? Matt? Are you okay?

A few minutes later, he texted you back.

I'm so sorry love. I got into a fight, and I'm in detention right now, courtesy of Snape. I'm so so sorry I missed our date, my lovely girl.

Your heart had melted at his sweet pet names for you, though you were still worried about him getting into fights. You had stayed up all night worried about him, if he was bleeding, if he was okay, if he was in pain, if he was sorry for standing you up.

Now, it was just a common routine. You weren't sure why you still bothered to dress up for your dates; you knew he wouldn't show. Maybe he was in detention for fighting, or smoking, or in detention for smoking, or taking a prank too far; whatever it was, he missed your dates.

You had dropped texting him after you realised this had become an every-date occasion.

At some point, you had realised that you had scrapped more dates than you had been on together. 

At some point, you had stopped wondering where he was.

At some point, you had stopped caring.

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Mattheo knew that the two of you were drifting apart, and he wanted to fix it, he really did. He just happened to always be occupied whenever the date rolled around. He would have given anything to keep you by his side; you were the one he wanted to marry, after all. Maybe a few children, a nice house (preferably away from the wizarding world and his father) to settle down in, a neat picket fence, and, obviously, you sitting by his side watching your children play in the yard. He would do anything to mend your breaking relationship, but this was easier said than done.

He had tried to talk to you instead of texting, but you didn’t have the same classes and you weren’t in the same house. Plus, whenever he saw you in the halls between classes, it was either too noisy to talk to you, too crowded to make his way over to you, or you were protected by your forcefield of friends. He would wave at you and try to apologise or just say something, but you just gave him a faint smile as one of you were whisked away by something or someone. 

Maybe fate was working against him…

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You never even went to the restaurants anymore. You didn’t want to be known as the girl who got stood up by her own boyfriend. You had stopped caring about dates a long while ago, but you had to admit that it still stung. In the beginning, you had thought that maybe you needed to be prettier, skinnier, funnier, just better for him to love you more. During some reassuring sex, he had told you that you were perfect just the way you are, and that you didn’t need to change anything about yourself. 

Then, you had thought that maybe you needed to do more to get him to care more about your relationship. You had gone on one date, then he was gone again.

But now, you had stopped trying to mend your broken relationship, stopped trying to plan dates, stopped trying to reach out to him, stopped trying.

You were tired of watering a dead plant.

You knew it had been dead for a while now, but you still held onto the hope that it would come back and flourish as it once did. But now, you knew that it was time to say goodbye.

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When Mattheo received your voicemail, his heart had plummeted to the floor and shattered. He sank to the floor, cradling the phone as it repeated, and started to wail. Tears streamed down his face as sobs were wrenched from his body, and he wished he could drown in them so that his pain would end. 

Theo, Draco, and Enzo, who were hanging out with him when he saw the voicemail, were frozen in place. They had never seen him break down like that; they had never seen anyone break down like that. Sure, there were times when they comforted him after a traumatic experience with his father, but he had always restrained himself and bounced back quickly. Never had he ever sunk to the floor sobbing before. Never had he ever cried before. Never had he ever been so heartbroken. 

Even after his dormmates had fallen asleep and he had long since ran out of tears, he still replayed and listened to your voicemail with ragged breathing and tears streaking his face. As it restarted for the umpteenth time, he slowly started to drift asleep, listening to your voice ring in his ear.

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Your hands shook as you picked up the phone, dialing Mattheo’s number and listening to the voice saying, “Please leave a message after the tone”, followed by the beep. You knew that once you sent this message, there was no coming back. And you weren’t going to. You knew that you deserved someone who treated you well, not like something disposable or a back-up plan.

You took a deep breathe, and began.

Hey, Matt.

I’m not even sure you’re going to listen to this. You probably won’t, but it’s fine. I just wanted to explain why I’m about to do what I’m about to do.

Do you remember the first time we met? I was so convinced that you were just a stuck-up, petty, daddy’s-boy like Draco. Kind of funny, isn’t it? Y’know, I gotta give Snape some credit; you and I would have never met if not for me being so dumb at potions. But then you swooped in like my knight in shining armour and decided to tutor me after he had yelled at me for my Dreadful on the last potions exam. You had tutored me for weeks, and we had sort of just hit it off. I was truly sad when the tutoring ended, it meant that I would likely never speak to you again; afterall, you were the untouchable Mattheo Riddle, the bad boy of Hogwarts.

You let out a breathy laugh as you remembered your not-so-little schoolgirl crush.

But then, to probably everyone’s surprised, you started to wave and smile at me in the halls. I was shocked. Surely, you would have forgotten me in seconds after you stopped seeing me every Wednesday and Thursday. My heart truly melted whenever you smiling at me, seeing the way your eyes crinkled and your dimples showed. Merlin, you had me long before you asked me to be your girlfriend.

You paused, and sniffed as tears started to well.

And when you did, I was the happiest girl alive. It could have been thundering and raining, and I still would have felt like I was basking in the sun.

But then, it all started to go downhill. I knew that you got into fights, but it seemed like you were getting into even more, and more frequently. You started missing our dates for detention or smoking with your friends. Don’t try telling me that you’ve tried to quit or you’ve tried to refrain from fighting. I could smell it on your clothes and you always have bruises and cuts somewhere.

At some point, I realised that dates were useless, because you would never show. I’m pretty sure some of the staff at the restaurants I planned to go to know me as the girl who keeps getting stood up. 

At some point, I realised that I was being naive waiting for you. I kept coming back even though each and every time, my heart broke a little more. 

If you haven’t figured it out by now, Mattheo, we’re done. I’m done. I deserve to be loved too. I deserve to be happy. I deserve to not be someone’s second choice.

I truly do hope you get better, and that you learn that your actions have consequences. I hope you learn to trust people more, and that you’ll learn to love someone properly, because no one deserves to be treated like an option.

Maybe in another life we’ll end up together. But all I know is that in this one, maybe we just weren’t meant to be.

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a/n - you know how that one randomly specific scene pops up in your head but you can't find it bc you're the one who thought of it and now if you want to read it you have to write it? i wrote it. very proud of myself.

[chrissv4mp]

1 step forward, 3 steps back.

warnings(!!): vulgar language, verbal abuse, controllingbf!chris, manipulativebf!chris, use of "y/n", etc.

author's note: loosely inspired by the song "1 step forward, 3 steps back" by (my fav) olivia rodrigo🫶🏼 hope u guys enjoy & please note that chris would never actually act like this & that it's just an AU!!

♡ = you

☆ = chris

nobody is permitted to steal/repost my work on other platforms, thank you.

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"hello?" chris said, his voice raspy as he had just finished a twitch stream where he'd been yelling at nick 30 minutes ago.

you sighed. well, it only took 3 calls for him to pick up.

"hey, chris." you still smiled, even if he couldn't see it. maybe it was just you trying to convince yourself you enjoyed this. whatever it was.

the boy behind the phone coughed, taking a sip of his pepsi before he spoke again, "hi, ma,"

his voice softened, making your smile widen as your face flushed.

"how-- how was your day?" chris asked, not an ounce of curiosity in his tone.

could he at least try to sound convincing for once? he'd done it time and time again whenever he lied to you.

"it was fine," you sighed, staring up at the ceiling of your room.

his eyebrows furrowed in both anger and confusion, "what? y/n, c'mon don't have an attitude with me right now.

you raised an eyebrow in confusion, your voice starting to tremble as you knew exactly how this would play out, "i didn't give you an att-"

"it was fine," he tried to mimic your voice, annoyance in the sentence. "and you wonder why i'm always so fucking angry."

not a word left your mouth in response, tears welling up in your eyes as you sniffed quietly before apologizing, "'m sorry,"

for what, though?

your chest rose and fell with every heavy breath you took, trying your best to push the tears back, "i just-- i just wanted to hear your voice before i went to bed."

chris didn't speak, instead he just sighed in disappointment, running a hand through his hair even though it'd just fall right back into place.

"well, you ruined it. maybe if you weren't such a fucking downer all the time people would actually think your fun. bye." the boy said before hanging up, not even giving you a chance to say goodnight.

your eyebrows furrowed, and the suffocating feeling in your throat finally took over as tears rolled down your face, stopping at your jawline before they fell to your collarbone.

"fuck!" you grunted, punching the mattress before chucking your phone across your room without even thinking.

your breathing began to get heavier, and you quickly began to sob, choking out cries as you cursed at yourself.

stupid, stupid, stupid. why must i be so fucking stupid?

you gripped the sheets of your bed tighter, trying to control your breathing as you shut your eyes tightly.

why cry? it's not like this hasn't happened before. you're always the bad guy in situations like this. never him.

but it's not your fault.

deep inhale, deep exhale. over and over again you did this, until your vision finally cleared and your breath was finally even.

you opened your eyes, looking around the room for your phone that you had thrown somewhere earlier.

the floor creaked as your foot hit the floorboard, walking over to your bedroom door and kneeling down to grab the device.

"shit," you muttered, turning it around to reveal multiple of cracks on the screen. your thumb went to the power button, pressing it.

"no, no, no, fuck." continuously you hit the power button, hoping that by a miracle it would turn on and all would be okay.

well, maybe this was the reason your parents told you to get a screen-protector.

maybe this is why he thinks i'm no fun. does he even think i'm pretty?

♡...

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...☆

why am i like this.

chris set his phone on his desk, looking up at his monitor that was currently displaying the fortnite lobby.

his eyes move over to the other monitor, the home screen being a picture of him and you at the beach a few years ago.

a frown washes over his face and he can't help but stare at the picture a little longer, wishing he was back in that moment. he remembers every part of it.

"chris, what the fuck!" you gasped, your mouth agape as the brown-haired boy had just flung water at you.

the boy snickered as he tried, but miserably failed, to run away from you in the water.

"i'd kill him," matt laughed, sitting back on his beach towel as he watched the two of you.

chris continued to slowly run away from you, but you quickly swam towards him and splashed a ton of water at the brunette boy.

"fuck!" he gasped, shivering from the cold even though he was waist deep in the ocean.

"don't be such a baby," you teased, splashing water at him once more before swimming away and onto shore.

chris followed shortly after, stumbling out of the ocean and falling onto the soft sand of the beach.

you laughed, grabbing your phone from your bag as you ran over to him, slinging an arm around his shoulder as you raised your phone camera.

"smile, baby." you said, kissing his sand-covered cheek as you took the picture.

"chris!" matt's voice erupted from down the hall, and chris turned around in his swivel chair to look at his brother.

he cocked an eyebrow, laying back in his seat as he watched matt walk into his room.

"yeah?" the younger brother asked.

"nick and i were thinking y/n should join us for a wednesday vlog. i mean, you've already hard launched her so we don't see why not properly introduce her." he gave his brother a toothy grin, leaning against the door frame and awaiting chris's answer.

his breath caught, and matt seemed to notice, tilting his head as he looked over at chris.

"you okay, chris?"

chris just nodded, blinking a few times to bring himself back to reality, "yeah, yeah. great idea, i'll call her tomorrow, i'm sure she'd be open to the idea."

if she even answers the phone.

matt nodded, smiling as he left chris's room.

the night went by quickly, and every moment up to this one, chris dreaded.

for the first time he'd be the one calling you. why'd he feel so weird? so vulnerable?

his fingers slowly typed in your number, and the first ring didn't even get to his ear before you picked up.

"chris?" your voice was softer than usual, like you were excited.

maybe it was because he was the one to call you this time.

"hey, ma. i'm sorry for yesterday i was 'js stressed," chris muttered, his voice raspy from yesterday and from the fact that he had just woken up.

your smile faded a bit, but your heart warmed at the sound of his voice actually sounding sympathetic for once. was he changing?

"it's... it's okay, i figured you probably had a long day." you smiled, this one more for him than yourself this time.

chris nodded, his heart warming at the reassurance that you had been thinking of him.

it was nothing new, he just never noticed because he was so caught up on himself.

"did-- did you need something, baby?" you asked softly, voice low as to not provoke the boy.

chris let a small smile creep onto his face, "matt had the idea to invite you in on our wednesday vlog,"

the shock on your face wasn't subtle, and you immediately smiled before saying, "wait, seriously? but i thought you wanted to keep our relationship off the media for a while?"

the boy shrugged, adjusting himself so that he held his phone with his shoulder, "well, i did kinda hard-launch you in a friday post, so i'm sure half of the world knows by now,"

your smile widened, face softening at his words.

"so why don't we show the other half how amazing my girlfriend is?" he asked, the smallest hint of excitement in his voice.

"already on my way," you replied, hearing him laugh on the other line.

"and just be warned, i have no idea what the topic is and matt and nick can get a little crazy." chris joked.

"well, whatever it is i doubt it'll be in our favour." you laughed.

_____________

the tripod was propped up in front of the triplets' island, a red glowing dot indicating it was recording.

before the introduction, chris and matt's banter was the first thing to be recorded.

"the fuck?" chris laughed, punching matt in the shoulder.

"well, welcome to our wednesday video! me and matt-- well, mainly matt --came up with the idea for today's vlog." nick explained, looking over to his brothers with a smile.

matt smiled brightly at the camera, giving a dorky thumbs up as he looked over at nick and chris.

chris cringed at both his brothers, "why are you so formal? sound like a dumbass." he snickered.

nick replied with a punch to his brothers chest, and chris made an exaggerated scream.

"kid's crying and he hasn't even heard the video idea," matt joked, and chris shoved him.

nick rolled his eyes before looking over at you, who was standing just out of the sight of the camera.

"and to spice things up a bit, we have a special guest!" he exclaimed, smiling at you.

chris nodded, "very special."

nick gestured towards you, and you took that as a que to walk into frame, waving at the camera before taking the empty seat between him and chris.

"this is y/n, chris's girlfriend!" nick said, gesturing towards you once again before you properly gave a greeting.

"hello, i'm so happy to be here!" you smiled, waving at the camera once again before chris placed a kiss on your cheek.

matt made a face, "maybe save all the lovey-dovey stuff for after the video?"

chris wrapped a hand around your waist before slapping matts arm, "okay mr. i get no bitches."

matt rolled his eyes before turning to the camera again, "so, the inspiration for this video was literally just me and my brothers building lego sets."

"you're speaking as if you're telling a story--" chris started but was quickly interrupted by nicks scream of annoyance.

"do we need the tape again?" he groaned, and chris laughed quietly.

"anyway... as i was saying, me and nick went to target the other day and chris reminded us we needed paper plates, so while we were in the aisle we saw some red solo cups," he explained, looking over at nick who had a mischievous smile plastered on his face.

"so... we're gonna play cup pong!" matt exclaimed like a child, looking over at you and chris.

you smiled, "i'm the best at cup pong,"

nick raised an eyebrow, "well, let's see."

"we're gonna have teams, so that's why we wanted to get y/n into today's video. chris, it looks like you might have an advantage..." matt sighed, "he's the worst at cup pong."

nick hummed in agreement, and chris just rolled his eyes out of fake annoyance, "loser alos has to drink a shot of hot sauce."

your lips upturned into a smirk again, crossing your arms over one another in front of your chest, "alright, then."

_____________

chris groaned as he slammed his fist down onto the island, watching as the orange ping-pong ball bounced off of it.

"better prepare yourself for that hot sauce, chris." matt laughed, throwing the ping-pong ball and landing it inside of a cup.

nick and matt high-fived as they cheered for each other.

it was your turn, you grabbed the ping-pong ball and aimed for a cup, squinting your eyes.

"c'mon, baby, you got this." chris encouraged, his voice low.

you bounced the ball, and it jumped into the cup right before bouncing back out, "this game is rigged, what the fuck?!"

chris dragged his hands down his face in disappointment, walking away from the camera for a few seconds before stepping back into frame.

"ooh! well, you know what that means.." nick laughed, looking over at chris who just growled under his breath.

chris balled his hands into fists, and matt watched his body language change.

"nick, stop the camera." he muttered, nudging his older brother as he pointed to chris.

chris saw and he raised his voice, "the fuck are you pointing at?"

nick didn't move, his eyes trained on chris as the younger boy moved back to the island.

"nick! turn the fucking camera off." matt said, this time louder.

your eyes widened as chris approached the island, knocking all the cups down as they fell to the floor.

"fuck this stupid fucking game!" he yelled, going over to matt and nicks side before throwing all the cups down.

you backed away from the island, eyes widening as your breathing hitched.

"y/n, i can take you home." matt offered, but chris quickly took the keys from the kitchen counter, stomping over to you and roughly grabbing your hand.

"chris, what the fuck?" nick yelled, finally getting over to the camera and turning it off.

"chris!" matt called, but the younger boy just dragged you out of the house and into the mini van.

he slammed the car door, jamming the keys into the ignition before pulling out of their driveway.

"chris," you muttered, and all the boy did was grumble to himself.

"baby, i'm scared." your voice trembled as you held back tears, your eyes focused on chris.

the boy scoffed, looking over at you with wide eyes, "the fuck are you scared for?"

you didn't answer him, feeling the car speed up as his anger grew.

"fucking answer me, y/n!" he yelled, eyes trained on the road as he punched the steering wheel.

you jumped, tears gathering in your eyes as you muttered, "nothing, nevermind."

chris groaned, and then the car fell silent.

the drive to your wasn't far, and chris's anger was quickly rising with every passing second.

he couldn't handle it anymore. he stopped the car just a few blocks from your house, parking on the side of the road for just a minute.

"get out, y/n." he muttered, not caring to even look your way.

you raised an eyebrow, "what?"

he exhaled shakily, gripping on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white.

"you heard me loud and clear. get out of the car. now." he said again, looking out of his window.

you didn't move, not even unbuckling your seatbelt, "chris, my house is just a few more blocks--"

"get the fuck out!" he yelled, finally turning to look at you with wide eyes.

the tears finally fell down your face as fear filled your entire being, quickly unbuckling your seatbelt and opening the passenger door.

chris fell back against his seat, head leaning against the headrest as he began to drive away. fast.

you sobbed as you made your way down the sidewalk, keeping your head down the entire way back to your house.

why was he so cruel?

as you approached your house, you remembered the last time he had dropped you off here.

"i love you," he smiled, leaning over the center console to press a soft kiss to your lips.

"i love you, too, baby." you muttered before pulling away and getting out of the car.

chris did, too, following by your side as you walked up the porch.

you giggled, "what's up?"

he just shrugged, stopping behind you as you got to the front door, "just wanted to walk you to the door. needed to make sure you're safe."

"why wouldn't i be safe? what, did you expect me to get kidnapped on the second step i took?" you joked, and ge just nodded nonchalantly.

"my exact thoughts!"

you nudged his shoulder, kissing him on the cheek before entering your house.

the things you would do to experience that again.

but until then it'll always just be this, chris flipping from good to bad.

it's always 1 step forward, and 3 steps back.

. . .

tags: @mattsbbg @55sturn @mayhem-72 @freshloveee @h3arts4harry @films4sturni @voidghsts @thebottledwatersupplier @lanixsturniolo @niicksposts @mattsneezing @stingerayyy2 @sturn-wrld @chrissturnswife

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Broken headsets

- Chan

Warning: A lot of Angst, slight violence?

Pairing: BangChan x reader.

Summary: where he snaps at you while working.

!Not proofread!

(This is just a trail story, I lost my first story that was actually good ☠️I’m probably going to delete this)

**

“Channie?” I call for him. My hands gently rubbing his back while playing with his hair. So soft and messy.

“Mhm” he replies softly. The sound of his fingers typing against the keyboard as his headsets sat around his neck. His brown curls fluffy and everywhere.

His silver hoops sitting perfectly on both his ears and his black shirt tight around his muscle making him look delicious.

“Baby you need to eat something. You’ve been on that computer ever since you got home.” I plead with him.

He needed to eat, he hadn’t eaten all day due to the busy schedule and lack of time on his plate. The mangers were on him 24/7 due to their comeback in a few weeks.

Comeback season meant no time for anything, no time for dates, no time for sitting around, no time for spending time with one another and I hated it. I hate it so much. It made me angry.

“Baby this is really important, I’ll be there in a second.” He quickly says not even bothering to look up.

“Chan you’ve been at it for the past 2 hours, you haven’t even looked at me.” I complain. Yes I wanted attention, shoot me!

“I’ll give you all the attention you want my love, just please let me finish this.”

Sadness fills my heart as I silently put the clothes inside the closet.

A ringing sound in my ear and a tight feeling in my throat.

I was trying not to cry. I refused to cry.

Chan was a workaholic, no doubt in that. His days consisted of waking up early in the morning to head to the JYP building and coming home very late only to do more work. Some nights he wouldn’t come home at all and he knew I didn’t like it so to make my happy, he sometimes would bring me with him to the studio but that was when he thought he wouldn’t be coming home.

Our conversations in the studio normally contained:

“Just 30 more minutes my love”

Or

“I’m almost done”

Or

“I promise this is the last thing.”

He loves his job and he puts 110% in it but that makes him lack in other areas. His health.

Some nights he doesn’t sleep, some days he forgets meals and other days his mental health is the worst but still he doesn’t care because he loves his Job. He loves the boys. He loves Stay.

“Fine.” I sigh. One minute meant 1 hours at this point. I quietly leave the room closing the door behind me. Leaving him in his little world.

The cold tiles sending a shiver up my spine as I walked down the corridor.

“What am I going to do with you Channie?” I whisper to myself while packing up the food.

The dishes in the sink waiting for me to touch them while the laundry basket sat in the living room waiting for me to fold the messy clothes in them.

The house was quiet. The A.C hitting my skin with cold air as I sit on the floor and start folding the clothes one by one.

Berry by my side watching me.

Our apartment wasn’t big but it was huge for two people.

Some days it was a real big hustle to keep everything clean especially when they boys stay over but other days it wasn’t hard to maintain with the help of Chan.

“What am I going to do with your dad Berry?” I sigh again looking at the dog who seemed to be care free.

I grabbed the last set of clothes and walked over to the room. Chan’s back facing me. Not even noticing me in the room.

“Baby..” I call for him as I set down the clothes and start to load them into the closet.

“What Y/n?” He says a little harsh. I roll my eyes, frustration starting to build in my chest but I decide to be the bigger person and ignore his little attitude.

“Baby do you know what we’ll be doing for our 2 year anniversary?” I asked him trying to atleast have a conversation with him.

“I don’t know Y/n. You deal with it I don’t have time. Just tell me how much it is and when it is.”

“When it is?” I ask him obviously taken back.

“Ugh I didn’t mean when it is, I mean when you wanna do it.” He quickly corrects himself and rubs his temples with his fingers.

“Atleast act like you care Chan.” I tell him honestly.

“I’m not starting an argument with you right now so please can I get back to my work?”

“Chan why are you being like this?” Ignoring his request I decide to push because honestly I was tired of it.

“I’m not acting like anything I just want to finish my work in peace.”

“Chan you’re acting so selfish right now!” I say now slightly raising my voice.

“Y/n” he says firm and glaring over at me. What’s the worse he could possibly do?

“Just listen-“ I beg before I’m cut off.

“Y/n i said leave me alone!” His voice booms and the sound of breaking glass fills the room. My body freezes. Hands shaking.

The now broken headsets and mirror laying on the ground.

“Did you just throw that at me?” I ask him in disbelief.

“Babe-“ his body was stood up now and he was reaching out for me. His face filled with panic and guilt.

“Don’t.” I say getting away from his touch. The clothes that were once folded no scattered on the ground. Words refusing to come out of my mouth until I force myself to get up from the floor.

“I-I’m going to leave…” I say softly. My heart hurt and I hope he knew that. I felt the tears that were all built up from frustration, anger and hurt all start to flow down my cheeks.

When would he realize that being with him was starting to slowly ruin me?

**

Pt 2 ⬇️

[tvgals]

‘ PRETTY IN PINK ‘

harvard professor! toji x black! elle woods! reader

getting into harvard law was a piece of cake, but somehow getting into your professors pants was harder!

cw: black! reader, age gap by like 15 years, set in 2001

ENJOY !

you pull your pink satin eye mask over your bonnet and stretch. today was the day, the day you’d finally get professor fushiguro to give in. you’ve had your eye on him since you were a freshman, his brood and sarcastic demeanor making him even more attractive. you hop out of your bed and start to get ready. after half an hour of doing what you need to do, you grab your bella louis vuitton tote and slide into your heels, walking out the door. arriving to your first class you’re already out of breath, not from the route there, of course not, but the fact your english teacher, is sitting on toji’s desk. laughing. you purse your lips together and stare, holding your designer purse in front of you. it didn’t take long for toji to notice the girl wearing all pink in his doorway.

“need something?” toji said in his oh so deep and gravely voice. “oh no! i was just about to ask a question but i see you’re already talking to someone. i’ll be on my way.” and with that you speed walk down the hall, the familiar clacking of your heels against the schools polished marble floor getting further and further. tears well in your eyes, but why? it’s not like you and toji are dating, and if you two were, you’d be sure you still wouldn’t let these fat tears roll down your face. you race to the bathroom and push your bottom eyelids up on the way, forcing them to close. once you arrive you take the biggest stall there is and sit on the toilet, hiding your face in your hands. after about six minutes of sulking by yourself, you hear another pair of heels clacking against the floor.

“y/n?” spoke your english teacher. “yes?” you respond, trying to make it seem as if you weren’t just crying. “toji doesn’t like crybabies. i know you’ve been trying to get in his pants and all, but don’t bring the whole class down because you can’t handle your urges.” and with that, she leaves, leaving you a dumbstruck mess. the day just started. it’s only 7:30 in the morning. you take a moment to regather yourself, and walk out. this has been terrible already. you walk into your first class and sigh, ten minutes late. you’ve never been late a day in your life! you plop down in an open seat and grab your notebook, jotting down notes when it’s needed. everyone has had their eyes on you since you’d came here, your bold style and personality attracting attention wherever you went. now was not a good day to have eyes all on you. your usual behavior being a stark contrast to your now sad and mopey one.

“y/n stay after class please.” you teacher slips in during a lecture, you were lucky you caught it unless you’d be in for a treat. class was over and you stood by your teachers desk. “yes?” you ask, fiddling with the straps of your purse. “you’re never late. is something wrong?” she asks. your calculus teacher was a nice old white lady who wore a huge pair of wired glasses. “nope. just tired from exams and stuff.” you chuckle, fidgeting with your hair. “okay okay. well, make sure you get your eight hours to stay beautiful.” she grins. you leave with a “thank you.” and go to your next class.

lunch rolled around and you decided to make your way into toji’s classroom, standing in the doorway as seductively as you could. “hey, toji.” you say, rocking back and forth on your heel. “y/n.” toji says without even looking up from the paper he was grading. “could i speak to you?” you ask, walking towards toji and stopping in front of his desk. toji looks up at you through his glasses a smirk adorning his face. “speak.” toji tells you, looking up at you fully. “is there anyway i could get extra credit?” you ask, putting your louis vuitton bag on his desk, starting to unbutton the top of your blazer. toji starts laughing, standing up and towering over you. you look up at him, swallowing hard.

“you think seducing me will get me to want you more?” he asks, pulling you into his body into the small of your back. he leans down into your ear, his breath hitting the shell of your ear. “because it’s working…” he says, trailing his hand down your skirt. you let out a sigh, bringing your arms around his neck. “lunch ends in 10 minutes…” you whine out, propping yourself against toji’s desk. toji looks up at you with a hungry stare. “better cum in 10 minutes then…” toji chuckled, pulling your panties to the side and slipping two fingers into your cunt with a groan. “look at you.” he grins. “what’s your grade?” toji asks, making casual conversation.

“a…b minus..” you whine, arching your back. “mmm…you’re a smart girl. i don’t have any idea how you have a b minus in my class. it’s as if you’ve been planning this for a while.” toji smiles, pumping his fingers faster. he was catching onto you. it was as if he knew your every move. when you only responded with breathy moans and a whine of “five minutes left…” toji grinned at you, curving his fingers — hitting that spongey spot in you. you arch your back and cum on toji’s finger with a high pitched moan. toji slaps his hand over your mouth and takes his fingers out of you, sucking on his fingers.

“go to class.” he says, popping his fingers from his plush lips.

[lil-quinnie]

part I part III part IV

LIVE VIDEO

modern!gamer!eddie x  f!reader

warnings: 18+ cussing, dirty talk, grinding, soft!dom eddie, daddy kink, slightly non con, anal play, thigh riding, filming without permission, exhibitionism, let me know if i forgot something.

word count 1576

You are being a brat the whole day, talking back and snapping at anything Eddie would tell you. He and his fucking computer, you swear he likes the game more than he likes you, and today you were not buying it.

"Eddie, i swear to god if you don't turn this shit off and go shower i gonna go to the party without you.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, fingers clicking into the keyboard "Bug, you have said 30 minutes, it's not passed even 15 minutes, what got you so worked up today? Jesus"

Eddie's new vice of the week. make live videos on twitch and brag about how good his games skill was, it was not bad, actually you were proud of him, he helps anyone who messaged, mostly his friends but, yeah! it was important to him, and because of that, today you wanna ruin it.

While he rambled something in front of the camera, you were walking from behind him all the time, just in a towel while humming some melody that just distracted your mind. 

"Baby, C'mon, this view” he points up and down to your body “is just for me, not for any weirdo who is watching this shit, go put some clothes on princess, please".

You froze to his comment and sighing mid phrase “At least someone'll"

 "what did you say?" he snapped back at you.

The weight of your bratness through the long of the day starting to get through his skin, you recognized the look on his face, the little lit pupil behind the brown ocean eyes, you don't know what was passing in your head before you did what you did.

"I said" you cross your arms through your chest, pinching the ending of the towel, Eddie could read your next movements like one of his campaign,

"AT.LEAST.SOMEONE.WILL" 

Before you could unwrap the towel from your body Eddie pulled the plug, shutting the whole set off.

you started to chuckle when the towel dropped on the floor, a tiny black sleeveless dress was under it, Eddie's face got red, nostrils blowing hot air to your face, you never saw him stand up so fast, his hands on your wrists tugging you to his bare chest.

"You wanna act like a brat? you are gonna be treated like a brat" 

he bends you over his lap, pushing your head down and your ass up, he still could hear the sound of your laugh, mocking him, driving him crazy.

"Acting like a child the whole fucking day, FINE! i'm gonna punish you like the fucking kid you are"

Your dress pulled up through your waist, letting your softs cheeks all on display for him, he let a little moan escape from his lips from the sight of your underwear, tracing his fingertips on the lacy's patterns. 

The first slap was not hard, is almost for test the water, on the third slap you started to hiss "So fierce snapping at me all day"

slap

"but can't take 3 fucking slaps?"

slap

"where is your big girl's word babe?" he grabbed the fat of your ass, slapping one more time

"what? cat got your tongue?"

you let a loud moan escape from your lips when he ripped another pair of your expensive underwear, he open your ass, letting your holes exposed for him "so fucking wet and i don't even touch you, such a needy little whore" he traced his finger lighter than he never touched you before, ghosting over your thigh little asshole.

"Eddie, what…what are you doing?" you clench around nothing, when you feel his saliva dripping through your hole.

slap

he pulled you up, hands on you hair, lips on the lap of your ear whispering so smoothless causing goosebumps

"Brats don't get to talk, honey" he stuffed your mouth with your ripped panties. 

Head pinned to the dirty carpet from his room, Eddie give slaps on each of your cheeks,until hear your soft crying

"What was that slut? Ready to apologize to daddy?" his finger circling around your greedy hole, making your throbbing cunt hurt with the negletting feeling.

You are overwhelmed with the pressure he is applying at your asshole, you didn't see when the monitor turns on, you didn't notice the red light from the camera, you didn't feel when Eddie pushed the chair backwards leaving only his bare chest and your sore pinkish ass on the grid of his webcam.

"I'm not listen baby, daddy need your answers" 

he sunk the fingertip of his thumb on your asshole, making you cry

"i'm sorry daddy, 'm so sorry, please stop, please please please, 'm gonna be good again, i will be good" 

He had that familiar smirk on his lips, he knew he had cracked you already, now you are just a whimper little baby and he is your daddy.

"Let me explain how this is going to work, baby doll" he separated your butt cheeks, spitting at your hole, getting all slick and wet

"i'm gonna use this pretty hole as much as i want, and maybe if you ask real nice, i can let you cum, understand?" 

"Yes daddy" you answered through the small moans leaving the back of your throat while his thumb stretched your little tight hole with his whole thumb.

"That's it babe, such a jealous bitch, feeling jealous about a fucking computer, huh?" he spit again against your hole, making you clench around his finger, eddie growl and slapped you buttcheek, bringing tears to your eyes.

"Y-yes daddy, i'm a jealous slut" you was squirming under his touch "more, please please please, gimme more daddy, i'll be a good girl, please", he was teasing your hole with another finger, sinking slowly and deep, fucking you painfully slowly, slapping your ass harder as he increse his finger's pace on your asshole.

"Daddy, I need to cum, please please make me cum" you cry into the feeling of eddie's finger working at your sore hole, in and out harder and harder at the sound of your pleading. His voice was low but you could hear the smirk through it

"i'm not gonna touch you doll, not gonna touch your neddy, pretty little pussy angel" he deepened his fingers into your asshole

"Make yourself cum, angel, ride my thigh while i fuck your puckered hole" you do as you was told, starting to grind your neglected pussy into eddie's tight, your back arching at the pressure at your clit, letting pornograph moans slip through your lips, waking something feral at eddie's chest.

"That's it, such a good girl, a good good girl for me" he was abusing your hole, 3 fingers stuck deep while his free hand deepening your hips at his bare tigh, the sound of your wet slit made eddie twitch inside his pants, you kept rubbing your sore clit while eddie fucked your ass with his fingers, fast and hard enough for you to know that sitting down it was gonna hurt for a few days.

"Daddy, i'm gonna, oh!fuck, please, daddy, let me cum, please please, i need to cum, let me please, so full, you fuck my ass so good daddy, please please, OH MY GOD, PLEASE BABY"

Eddie twirls his fingers in your thigh hole, stuffing you full so good with his fat fingers. The known warmth building into the lower of your belly, your hips bucking sloppy at his thigh. Eddie still fucking you through your orgasm

"That's it, such a good girl for daddy" he pulled you from your previous position, now chest to chest, your head resting on his shoulder while he petted your hair "you are perfect baby, took everything i gave to you, made yourself cum like a big girl, don't you?

you sign, voice muffled by his neck "yes daddy, but i..i...never mind"

"What was that love? tell daddy what do you need" he demanded "i want you to fuck me, please, i was a good girl"

``'m tell you what, sweetheart. You made a huge mess at my thigh, got daddy all wet and slick" he said at your ear while rocking your body at his thigh "get on your knees and clean daddy's up, ok?, use this pretty little mouth of yours to do something that works, and maybe, if you do a good job, daddy let you have his cock deep at your pretty pussy, deal?

"mhm, yes daddy, anything for you" you got at your knees and start to lick and suck at eddie's thigh, so focus on doing a good job but you did notice his body shuffle, you did hear the clicks and before you could stand up, eddie guided your head to his balls, making you worship them.

He fast type at the chat of his twitch chat

"that is how to tease a woman the right way, fuckers, you are VERY fucking welcoming."

Eddie grins at the sign of 750 viewers at his almost unwatchable channel.

"Can we fuck right now Teddie? i really need you" you said, looking at him with big pleading eyes, the ripped pantie now in your hands, he caress you cheeks with his thumb and kiss the top of your head before whisper "of course, my love, anything for you"

Eddie took you off the ground and shut the computer off, before walking with you to his bed, still with the shit ass grin on his face. “I love you princess”

[itsstrange]

First Impressions

Fandom: Ted Lasso, Sudeikis Fans

Relationship: Jason Sudeikis x F-Reader

A/N: A little something for all you Suds Fans. This will become a mini series, aiming for either 5 to 10 chapters, not sure yet, but it will contain Adult Content so be prepared for it! Warnings will be posted in the beginning of the Chapter!

Summary: “Uhm..,” He furrows his brows as he glances down at you then behind your head, then back to your eyes, “Is this the.. men’s restroom?” In Other words, You didn’t think you’d be meeting your celebrity crush just outside the restroom from a club.

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: (Yes) Will Contain Adult Content, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Jason Sudeikis Being a Soul, Etc.

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Enjoy! ✨💓

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Jesus it’s a maze here. You think to yourself as you do your best in walking through dancing bodies, ducking under wailing arms as they move to the music, brushing past couples who were determined in eating each other out, awhile doing your best in not spilling your drink. Nearly 30 bucks in this cup and you weren’t going to wait another 20 minutes for a new one nor did you feel like walking back towards the monstrosity of a crowd.

So, clutching and guarding your drink like it’s made out of gold, you push yourself to get through the sea of bodies. At one point you even had to dance your way through since that was the easier way to get by, but just as you were getting near the end a hand wraps around your waist, pulling you flushed against a firm body earning a yelp from you. Turning around you see a man grinding on you, sweat rolling down his temples as he moves to the music.

You shake your head at him signaling you weren’t actually dancing, just trying to get through but he clearly didn’t grasp that because he’s back to grinding at you. A laugh escaped from you as you go with the flow and somehow managed to slip from his hold without him even noticing, proving to you that he was extremely intoxicated in.. whatever it was he was on. Still chuckling to yourself— you continue to dance your way through dancing bodies till you’re free from the crowd, making you relax your tensed shoulders and walk the rest of the way to your booth.

You couldn’t wait to share what just happened with your friends, but just as you reached the table where they were talking amongst themselves, the smile that was on your face quickly fades when you don’t see a face with your group.

“Where the hell is Ethan?” You ask a friend over the blaring music,

A knowing look settles on her face as she points out towards the crowded dance floor.

“He started crying then left to the restroom,” The same look ends up on your face as you slam your drink on the table before making your way towards the back of the bar,

Back to the crowd, but at this point you didn’t care. Hell, you didn’t even danced your way through this time, you just rudely walked past them, earning some remarks from people but you kept walking till you made it to the other end of the bar/ club, you still didn’t know what kind of place this was because at one point it felt like a bar until out of nowhere it turned into a raver in here. Quickly you make your way to the restroom, except it wasn’t towards the woman’s, no, you straight up went to the men’s.

Where you noticed just how empty the hall was compared to the woman’s restroom. Looked like a damn airport line just to use the toilet, which had you considering in just using the men’s restroom to avoid such line, but the thought of having to use their space had you scrunching your nose knowing their restrooms weren’t as clean as the woman’s. At least club restrooms. Outside of here they can’t be the same.. right? They shouldn’t be.

Pushing through the doors you walk down the hall till you round the wall, finding Ethan leaning against the sink as he washes his face. The sight broke you, you always hated seeing your best friend cry no matter the situation, but right now you weren’t tolerating it.

Making your way towards him you grip his face before forcing him to look at you, noticing the slight jump scare from him but chose to ignore it as you stared deep in his dark blues.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Ethan says first, words coming out muffled considering his cheeks are squished by your hand,

“Neither should you,” You argue back, still not letting go of his face, “You know what else you shouldn’t be doing? Crying for that idiot!”

Ethan rolls his red eyes, settling them on the wet sink as you continue, “Screw him Ethan! He’s the one losing somebody incredible! He’s the one that lost, not you,”

You tell him, ignoring the way a man comes out from one of the stalls with a confused look as he slowly walks towards the sink where he washes his hands before quickly leaving the odd moment.

Ethan tries pulling from your grip with a roll of his eyes, but you tighten your hold on his chin as you force him to look at you before repeating your words again. Reminding him he’s worth more than some asshole who only wanted games, reminded him he never cries over a man who clearly doesn’t deserve him or deserve his love. Your words brought fresh tears from him but not once did you stop, you kept going, he had to know that he wasn’t going to be wasting his breath or time for some piece of shit who didn’t deserve him.

Tears falling down his cheeks he listens to you, taking in your words, weighing them, holding them dearly to himself like a comforting blanket. You knew he always loved your support no matter what it was for, he loved it and cherished it whenever you gave him a piece of your heart. From the first day of first grade, he knew you two would be joined to the hip, and boy was he right.

Nothing was able to separate you two. Yes arguments would happen here and there, but you two always managed to find each other again, your strong bond was there to keep you both together, reunite you both.

“So, fix yourself. Be a bad bitch and come back outside to have drinks,” You tell him eventually which he nods his head at you, “I mean it Ethan!”

You yell over your shoulder as you walk towards the door. Walking out the restroom you turn to your left without looking, eyes casted behind to hopefully find Ethan walking out the door which caused you to collide with a firm body. However, as you glance up to apologize, the words get caught in your throat along with your body going rigid when you lock eyes with familiar brown orbs.

“Oh sorry bout that,” It was his deep voice that confirmed it was truly him,

You knew his voice like the back of your hand. Being a fan of his work, of him, for so many years you just knew the low pitch of his voice like no other.

“Uhm..,” He furrows his brows as he glances down at you then behind your head, then back to your eyes, “Is this the.. men’s restroom?”

Jesus fucking Christ say something!

“Oh uhm.. yes I’m sorry. I was just—.. my friend he was.. he started crying and then I just—,” You words jumbled together as you remain holding his gaze, however, Ethan coming out of the restroom stops your ramble, preventing any further humiliation,

“Okay bitch! You’re right! Fuck that piece of shit I’m ready for some drinks!” He yells but stops in his tracks when he stands next to you, recognizing the man nearly hovering over you,

“You must be the friend,” He comments with an amused smile, those dimples of his that have always made you swoon appear on his cheeks,

“And you are Jason Sudeikis,” Ethan points at him with a wide smirk,

Jason gives a soft chuckle, “That I am,” His eyes finding your own once again, smile widening even more when you both lock eyes,

“Well this here is my better half, (Y/n). Who is incredibly obsessed with you and your work,”

“Ethan!!” You scream with wide, embarrassed eyes as you look at him,

“What? You’re just staring at him like some weirdo instead of introducing yourself,” He waves you off with a roll of his eyes, causing your mouth open in horror, embarrassment and shock,

You seriously can’t believe this is happening. Can’t believe this is how you’re meeting your celebrity crush, at a bar-club while your best friend introduces you in the most embarrassing way. You honestly didn’t want nothing more than to be sucked to the ground where you can hide away, away from this moment, from him. You’re definitely not going out any time soon.

As if you’d ever run into him again.

Jason on the other hand kept looking between you two with an amused look, smile only widening the longer he kept his focus on your embarrassed frame, then softly chuckling once again when your hand slowly covers your mouth. Obviously you didn’t notice this since you were doing your best in avoiding his gaze.

“Anyways, it was nice to finally meet you. Enjoy your night!” Ethan yells over the music with a wide smile as he taps the man on his shoulder before walking past him,

Jason nods at him with a wide smile, following his dancing frame till he disappears in the crowd before bringing his gaze back to you, where you still stood in shock and embarrassed.

“He seems like a great friend,” He tells you, wide smile still plastered on his face,

You remain staring at him with wide eyes, words not being able to push past your throat, but with the little strength that you had you managed to let some words out.

“I am.. so sorry about that,” You say through your fingers, however, before he can say anything back a man walking by prevents him to speak, which you used that opportunity to walk away,

He watches your frame leave with quick steps, wide smile still on his face as he replays the little moment, being completely hooked on it. On you for some reason. He didn’t know what it was, but he was interested, causing a small chuckle to vibrate in his chest as he makes his way towards the restroom.

You on the other hand, the embarrassment that you felt was so strong that you were considering in ditching your friends and going home, because after what you just encountered? Yeah you definitely want to go home, but you couldn’t just leave them alone, couldn’t leave them out of the blue, or leave Ethan after giving him a whole lecture in the men’s restroom. Just suck it up, it’s not like you’re going to see him again, the voice says in your head as you squeeze your way through the dancing crowd.

So, pushing down that feeling and quickly making your way back towards your group, where they all laughed and talked amongst each other you convinced yourself to stay, because you knew the voice was right. It was such a large building, he could be anywhere inside, which would most likely be in the VIP section of the bar so there was no way you would run into him again, plus, there’s a high chance he just wanted to use the restroom before leaving. Which you hoped because you don’t think you’d want to meet him again, not after that encounter.

So, for the rest of the night you enjoyed yourself with your friends— after slapping Ethan upside the ahead of course— and forced yourself to not look around the building for him. Both to avoid him if seen and just to see if you can catch a glimpse of him again before he left, but after the fifth time of scanning your surroundings and not finding him anywhere you brought your focus to your friends.

Once finishing your drink and taking a few shots with your group, the encounter was buried in the back of your head. Forgotten for the night. You enjoyed the moment with your friends, laughing, singing, talking, dancing and drinking was shared with them as the night went on. After what seemed like your 7th shot— you honestly dont remember how many you’ve had— but the buzz began creeping its way up which made you slow down on your drinks. You were the designated driver that night after all, if you didn’t control yourself now, neither of you would make it back home.

You still continued drinking with them, just paced yourself as well as drinking water on the side. Your friends on the other hand were not counting their drinks by any means, they were determined to drink themselves into oblivion. It seemed like a great idea now, but knowing them all too well they’d regret it the following day. They always do.

At some point during the night, your group eventually scatters, three of them along with Ethan were on the dance floor with men they found, where your other friends decided to go home since they were in no condition to continue with the night. After making sure they got in their Uber safely and paid the driver a heavy tip— in case they empty their stomach during the ride— you walk back inside the building where you debated on walking back to your booth where you’d sit alone or walk to the bar where you can sit on the stools alone. After standing by the entrance like some weirdo you eventually decide on the bar.

You made your way through dancing bodies once again only this time you hardly struggled since the dancing floor had fewer people, considering it was two in the morning and the place closed at three. Yet that didn’t stop your friends from living it up.

Once at the counter of the bar, you sit in the corner which gives you a perfect view of your friends dancing. A small smile tugs on your lips at the sight, you were glad they were enjoying themselves they been through a lot these past few days, they needed this night. Stress reliever. Which is why you let them be till the bar closed.

As you switched your gaze from your friends to your phone then back to your friends, the bartender makes his way towards you, asking if you wanted to order anything before they closed in fifteen minutes. You hesitated, but eventually settled for another jack & coke along with two last shots for the night. Nodding at you he goes ahead and turns around to prepare your drinks. Three minutes later he places two shot glasses in front of you, but just as he did you didn’t notice a figure settling next to you until you hear them speaking out.

“Well if it isn’t peeping Tom,” That deep voice vibrates in your ear drums, causing a cold shiver to run down your spine when you know exactly who it is,

Slowly turning to your right you meet gazes with Jason, who had a large smile on his face. His beautiful dimples displayed on his cheeks.

“Hi,” He speaks at a normal level considering the music wasn’t as loud as it was before,

“H-Hi,” You respond with a stutter, shy smile tugging on your lips,

“It’s (Y/n) right?”

You nod your head, “Yeah,”

You honestly have no idea how your calm at the moment when you’re freaking the fuck out on the inside at the fact of him remembering your name. Which you’d like to point out the encounter happened fucking hours ago, yet, here he is, saying your name beautifully with that deep voice of his.

“I’m really sorry about.. earlier. My friend he can be..,” You shake your head with a heavy sigh through your nose, embarrassment rising once again when you think back to the moment,

However, Jason only waves you off with a smile, “Don’t worry about it, caught my attention didn’t it?”

A chuckle along with a shy smile escapes from you, feeling your cheeks heat up at his words. You still couldn’t believe how calm you were at this very moment, guess you can thank the alcohol in your system for doing most of the work in keeping your nerves down because you knew for sure having any sort of conversation with this man right here in a sober state would not look like this at all. So yes, at this very moment you were glad you took those shots earlier and glad you had ordered two more.

Which you quickly drank one to keep the nerves from rising.

In a matter of seconds you both fall into a deep conversation. It switched from topic to topic, from where you were from, to what you both like to do on your spare time, to what you did for a living which you then responded you owned a bar.

“Really?” He questioned with a surprise yet interest tone,

“Yeah, it’s my uncles bar but he retired a few months ago so now I run it for him,”

“That’s really generous of you, not many people would stay in the family business. That’s pretty cool,” His smile causes a shy chuckle to escape from you, then continues with, “This bar got a name?”

You nod your head with a smile, “Cohen’s Bar, it’s in Brooklyn,”

That got him to raise his brows at you, “You don’t say?”

“Uh huh,” You respond with a soft chuckle, earning a wide smile from the actor when he knew you knew he lives somewhere in Brooklyn,

Another few minutes passed by, more stories were shared with each other which you couldn’t help but smile widely whenever he spoke of his personal life in such high spirits. Regardless of who he’s become over the years, he always had that love and brightness in his eyes when speaking of his hometown or old memories of his childhood. It was truly amazing. Not only because you were talking to this amazing man right here, but because you’re getting to know him in a personal manner and that alone you cherished deeply.

“So, what is the great Jason Sudeikis doing at a place like this?” You ask, curiosity poking at you when you have a feeling this isn’t his typical Friday night,

Despite him being to award shows and carpet events, you didn’t take him as the type to also pop in to clubs for a night out. And if he was the type, then at least you learned something new about him.

He smiles widely at your compliment, dimples deepening the wider his smile gets, never failing in making you swoon at the sight. Looking behind his shoulder for a split second, he averts his eyes back to you with the same smile.

“See those guys over there?” He motions to his left with his head, turning in the direction you spot a small group huddled in a booth talking and laughing amongst themselves, “My buddy in the white shirt, it’s his birthday, wanted to go bar-hopping, which explains why we are currently here,”

“Ahh,” You respond with a short chuckle, understanding his situation, which you then noticed he seemed completely sober compared to his group of friends,

It was also then you fully took in his appearance; hair beautifully styled upwards and parted to the right, a dark navy jacket rested on his frame with a black T-shirt underneath, grey jeans with some classic Air Jordan 3’s on his feet. He looked handsome as usual, never once has he ever disappointed you, despite him always wearing a hoodie in public for any occasion, him without it was just as dashing.

“So..,” His voices brings your focus back to his eyes that were staring fondly at you, “What is the beautiful (Y/n) (L/n) doing at a place like this?”

His flirtatious comment immediately brings heat up your cheeks, causing his own smile to widen when he catches the moment. He absolutely loved it how you responded to him, how genuine your smile and laughter would sound with any joke or story he’d share with you, how genuinely interested you were about anything he’d say rather than other people who always pretended to care just get something out him, whether it was regarding about work, a photo, an autograph, whatever it was they were looking for he’d always be able to read it off of them right away. But with you, all he read was honesty, genuine interest, and pure respect.

And that alone got him hooked on you. Your whole aura was absolutely inviting, lovable, sweet, funny, charismatic, he had just met you but boy was he absolutely in awe of you. Despite knowing you are a huge fan of him and his work, you still treated him like any other human being, you kept a conversation with him like any other close friend would. From the minutes or hour he’s spoken to you, he truly enjoyed your presence and has been wondering how exactly he can continue in enjoying your time without making it seem like all he wanted was to take you to bed.

From the moment he ran into you a few hours prior, he’s been interested in you. After he had used the restroom and went back to his group of friends on the other side of the building, his mind would often wonder back to the small moment he had with you, wondering if he’d miraculously run into you again. When he finally did find your frame sitting alone at the bar towards the end of the night, he couldn’t help the way excitement danced in his lower stomach. Then couldn’t help the way nerves overpowered that excitement in his stomach when he was able to capture your features under the glowing light, thinking just how beautiful you looked, how mesmerizing you were, how easily it was for you to halt his steps as he couldn’t stop observing your frame. He was indeed starstruck by your presence, just like how you were when running into him.

“See that group over there?” You point your thumb behind your shoulder without looking, causing a smirk to spread on the mans face at your mocking question but still sends you a nod when looking towards your friends, “They had a rough couple days, so I thought a night out would help make them feel better,”

Jason hums at you with a slow nod, bottom lip slightly pouting as he continues to look behind your shoulder, “Well I can definitely say that your plan was successful,”

You furrow your brows in confusion, not quite understanding his words until you turn to face your group where your facial expression changes from confusion to shock in less than a second. Standing shirtless on a medium coffee table, Ethan twirled his shirt in the air while the rest of your friends cheered him on.

“Oh my god,” You say in shock, embarrassment as your best friend continues twirling and twerking on the poor table,

Although, what you didn’t see was the way Jason had an amused smile on his face as he watched your group of friends living their life. However, in less than a second he sees you bolting from your chair when Ethan slightly loses his footing and falls off the table, landing with a loud thud on the floor, Jason follows after you to give you a hand but as he appears next to you he sees how your friend was hysterically laughing on the ground, along with your other friends.

“Jesus Ethan,” You say with a chuckle as you help your friend to sit on the ground, who was still laughing by the way,

However, a high pitched excited yelp comes from the man when he glances upwards, getting a sight of Jason crouching next to you as he helps you with your intoxicated friend.

“Oh my god it’s you again!” He points with a wide smile, then gasps when he turns to you, “Did you get his number?!”

Your eyes grow wide at his question, “Ethan!” You turn to look at Jason with an apologetic expression but only see how a wide smile is on his face,

He was enjoying this way too much.

“I’ll make sure to slip it in her pocket don’t worry,” Jason responds with that same wide smile before helping your friend off the floor and onto the table that nearly ended his life,

You on the other hand remained crouched as you tried processing his words. Was he being serious? Theres no way right? He can’t be, he’s just throwing jokes. There’s no way the famous Jason Sudeikis would ever give you his number! I mean.. he’s Jason Sudeikis and you’re… you! No one important. Of course he’s making jokes, that’s who he is, humorous. There’s absolutely no way.

Your other friends stumbling behind Ethan brings you out of your rambling thoughts, which also brings you to your feet as you quickly reach out for them before having another pair of friends on the floor.

“Okay, I think it’s time to go home now,” You tell them all, which of course earns you disagreement from all of them,

“You park close?” Jason asks as he stands up straight, hand still firmly holding on to Ethan so he won’t fall over,

“I got valet,”

He nods, then turns to behind his shoulder for a split second before looking back at you.

“Here gimme your keys,” You’re quick to decline his offer, you already made a fool of yourself and probably wasted his time by talking and helping you with your drunk friends,

“It’s fine really,” You try once again,

“Well from the looks of it, you’re gonna need all the help you can get,” He says, warm smile on his face as he motions his extended hand to give up your keys,

His smile, his eyes, his dimples, his inviting aurora was what made you give in. Giving him a tired smile you place your keys in the palm of his hand, which widens his own smile before looking behind his shoulder where he calls out to someone in his group of friends. A tall man in a plain black t-shirt , dark hair, comes walking towards you. Jason briefly gives him details of the situation you’re in and without another question or comment, the friend leaves with an inviting nod.

It was about 30 to 40 minutes later when Jason checks his phone, the screen illuminating his features oh so beautifully before letting you know your car is waiting at the entrance. Once you were certain the girls were able to walk on their own and grabbed whatever they were leaving behind, you give Jason a nod who easily lifts Ethan from the table before following you out the building. Every now and then you’d hear him laugh at something Ethan would say, you just hope it wasn’t anything regarding to you or regarding anything embarrassing otherwise he’d wake up in a ditch rather than a bed.

Stepping through the doors, your black 2023 Honda Sport Sedan was indeed waiting for you at the entrance, Jason’s friend standing next to it as he conversed with some security guards outside. Your friends drunkenly singing a random song brings the man’s attention towards your group, where he quickly gives Jason a hand with Ethan by carefully putting him in the backseat. Once everybody was inside, still singing their lungs out, you let out a heavy sigh, both from exhaustion and relief now that they’re in the car.

“You sure you’re good to drive?” Jason asks once he closes the door to the backseat,

You give him a nod, “I stopped drinking a couple hours ago,”

He narrows his beautiful eyes at you, that somehow look bright brown under the neon bar sign, but with a small smile tugging at his lips he hands you your keys. Definitely not being able to stop the way electricity runs through your fingertips at the slightest touch of his own, nor did you try and focus on how he purposely ran his fingers against your own for more than three seconds.

Oh how you wished the night wasn’t ending, how you wished you still had time with him, how you wanted to talk to him till the sun rose then fell back down. Talking with him was so easy and smooth, like molasses. He was so easy to communicate with, such a gentleman in all aspects, just like how you always pictured it and seen on interviews. He was so outgoing and welcoming, making sure you felt comfortable without even trying or even knowing. But now, sadly it was coming to an end.

After this night you’d definitely won’t see him again other than your screen, so of course you stood just outside the building staring into his eyes in silence. Wide smiles displayed on both your faces as if you both knew what the other felt at the moment. But it was you who broke the comforting silence.

Clearing your throat you shyly look away from his eyes, “It was really nice meeting and talking with you, I enjoyed it,”

His smiles widens, eyes never leaving yours, “Yeah same here,”

“And thank you again for..,” You don’t finish your sentence as you motion your hand behind you where your group of friends are now laughing hysterically in your car,

He slightly chuckles, “Of course,”

Another moment of beautiful, comfortable silence falls between you two as you both hold each others gaze once again. Clearly neither one of you have gotten enough of each other, but unfortunately, it was him who broke the silence this time.

“Drive safe?”

You nod at him again with a smile, “I will,”

With that you climb into the car, your friends singing off key to some song you don’t recognize, at least not when they’re the ones singing it. But as you get in, turn on the ignition, you glance out your window once again, sending him one final smile and a wave. Which he returns with those dimples displaying on his face once again.

Fuck how you’re going to remember this night for the rest of your life and oh how you wished it wasn’t ending just yet. But, life has to move on. You’ve got your path and he’s got his, both completely different from each other that it just will never happen.

This was a one time thing.

Or as they call it “one hit wonder” Regardless of what they call it or how it seems, you were incredibly grateful to have such an intimate connection— moment with Jason Sudeikis. Even if it was only for a couple of hours, you were still grateful. You wouldn’t have it any other way, would rather sit down with him and talk than spare a photograph or autograph, because rather than capturing that five second moment on camera, you rather have a memory of having a decent conversation with one of your favorite actors.

So yes, despite you not wanting the night to end, you were glad you got to talk to him for those remaining hours. Definitely a core memory.

However, you nearly tripped on your carpet of your room as you fished out your keys from your pocket. Just as you were going to place them on your side table you noticed something red sticking underneath your keys. Pulling it out you noticed it was your valet ticket, however, it was the neatly written phone number behind said ticket that made your foot get caught with the ripped corner of your carpet that had you stumbling towards your bed. Just barely catching yourself on the frame of your bed you continue to glance down at the ticket in your hand, still not quite believing in what you’re seeing.

But after numerous times of rubbing both your eyes and slightly pinching your skin, you believed your vision was not playing tricks on you. And the number was in fact permanently written on the back of your ticket.

Call Me

718-656-7785

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-> I Hope Y’all Liked This One!!! It’s Been Long Overdue And Have Been Coming Back & Forth With This One For a While Now!

-> Just Letting Ya’ll Know That You’ll See This Hunk of A Man on My Timeline More Often 😚✌️

-> Another thing, I’ve Got More Ideas Not Only Regarding Sudeikis, But For Other People/Characters I Write For So Stay Tuned For That!!!

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e42!Miles Morales x BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: Sugar, kisses, n a lil bit of smiles! TWs: Miles being a dumbass, sassy men, N-word usage, probs incorrect spanish so pleaaase lmk! W/C: 695 A/N: BERLEEZY REFERENCE EUUUUGHHHH!!

It was a peaceful Saturday, and you and your boyfriend Miles were hanging around in the living room when you got a sudden idea. You were going to make Miles play phasmophobia. "Hey Miles? Can you c'mere for a sec?" You called to his crouched form that was 'miles' deep into the fridge as you powered on the TV. He made his way over to the couch, a mix of confusion and amusement as you slid the headset over his head. "Whatchu doin', ma? What's all this for?"

"Shhhh, just play the game. I wanna see what you think of it," You persuaded as you slid both controllers into his hands. "It's...a new game! Yeah! We're experimenting with genres today. Just follow the instructions aight?" You booted the game from your TV and patiently waited as Miles hoisted himself up from his slouched posture, standing in the middle of your living room as you watched the screen. He looks around the electronic space, muttering a confused "The fuck is...phasmophobia" as he begins toying with the various objects in the van.

You explained the game's goal as he nodded in what he thought was your direction, giggling silently as you grabbed both of his wrists, gently guiding his hands to the necessary items and showing him how to pick them up. "Mami, you know I don't fuck with them fuckass ghosts. Why do you have me playing this?" he chuckles as I show him how to move. "Whaaat? Who said anything about ghosts?" you teased, trying to hide the main enemy of the game to get his raw reaction. "I swore I saw a cross over there, so it's either ghosts or demons...n ion rock with either of 'em. The spirit of the lord is HEEEREEE" he exaggerated as he began to play the game. He spent 30 minutes stuck in the van, debating what he should bring to the farmhouse.

When he finally got into the flow of the game, he was scared as bitch. "Why's it so dark in here? This shit got me tight like why am I doing alla dis in the dark?" He spat as he descended the dark halls with his flashlight. He was already antsy as he took out the EMF reader, watching as it spiked to about four with an annoyed fearful groan. But you decided to take it a step further and taunt him just a little bit more. You snuck up to his side with an absolutely evil grin on your face and breathed cold air on the side of his neck.

He unleashed the most unhinged, barbaric, high-pitched, off-the-rails fearful scream as he swung at his side blindly. He would've knocked you clean out had you not already gotten yourself out of the way as soon as you saw his muscles tense. "CHILL, NIGGA DAMN!" You giggled as you watched your boyfriend fearfully run out of the house. He faded in and out between English and Spanish, losing his shit as he desperately tries to explain to you what he felt, not realizing that the ghost can actually...hear him.

"MAMA BICHO! AAAH- MAMI, SENTÍ SU COLD ASS BREATH DE MI LADO!! NO ME DIJISTE IT COULD BREATH!" He practically yelled as he lifted the headset slightly. You laughed manically at his reaction, watching as he scowled and lowered the headset back to his eyes, only to be scared right back out of his headset by the entity. You watched as he jolted backward, hitting the back of his head rather aggressively on the wooden coffee table. You couldn't help but laugh twice as hard, face turning red as you rolled around on the floor, silently crying and clutching your stomach for dear life. "Shit...! Oh my god, Miles, baby are you okay?" You muttered in between harsh giggles, reaching your hand out towards your boyfriend's crouched form with both hands behind his head. "I will KNOCK. yo ass out." he enunciated as he subtly shook on the floor.

"I'm sorry my love!" you cackled as you scooped what was left of a man into your arms, tears coursing down your face from laughing too hard.

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Thinking about it being super hot one night, and sleeping naked. I left my window open so the breeze could flow in, not thinking about the fact that my bedroom is on the first floor.

You had been stalking me for a while, waiting for the perfect time to strike, and tonight was the night.

You sneak through my window, and see me laying there on my back, starfish on the bed. It’s just such a perfect opportunity, how could you resist??

You creep over to my bed and slowly pull me towards you by the ankles. You lower your face toward my tight heat, and start to lick and suck on it. I squirm and moan softly in my sleep, making your giant cock harden more.

Eventually, it’s too much for you to take.

You pull your girthy cock out of your pants, sighing in relief. You line it up with my wet, sticky cunt.

You decide that you don’t want to wait, and roughly slam it all the way into my tight, virgin pussy. I scream out as you bottom out inside me, making you shove your middle and ring finger inside my slutty mouth.

You slap my tits with your other hand and tell me to be quiet, or you’ll make me.

You start to slam in and out of me, groaning. I’m crying and trying to push your arm away. You grab my wrists and hold them above my head, thrusting in and out.

This goes on for another 30 minutes, and by the end of it, my eyes are rolled back and I’m drooling ALL over myself. As you reach your climax, you tell me you are going to cum inside me; and that you are taking me home with you. You climax, and start releasing your seed rapidly inside me.

At the feeling of your cum spreading inside me, my body betrays me, and I orgasm hard. My body convulses, and I’m moaning around your fingers, shaking and quivering.

As you finish cumming, you grab a pair of my panties that were sprawled on the floor, and pull your cock out. You stuff my panties inside my hole, telling me it’s to keep all your seed inside me.

You reach over to my limp, mindless body, and throw me over your shoulder; still naked. You bring me out to your car out front, and pull out some rope and duct tape. You hogtie me and put duct tape over my mouth and pussy. You throw me into the trunk, and drive toward your home; ready to break me into the perfect slave for you.

[saintbarou]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝚬?

tags: age gap (kishibe is in his early 50′s and reader is late 20′s to early 30′s), discussion of mortality, discussion of marriage, reader and kishibe have known each other for awhile but have only dated for 3 months, gn reader, pet names such as ex. sweetheart, kishibe knows he’s crazy.), reader calls him old man like, once LMAO, 1.k words, fluff mostly.

synopsis: no one knows more than kishibe that he has a screw loose, maybe that’s why he asked you to marry him.

Kishibe comes home to a plate of food on the table. The apartment is dark and clean but it isn’t clinical and cold like how it used to be when it was him alone. From the walls to the floors it feels like home. You’ve filled the cream walls with pleasant-to-look-at art, with framed pictures of you and him, other co-workers at the Public Safety Devil Hunters from night outs. There are soft, small pillows on the sofa and quilts on the armrests. You put them there from your old place after you moved in with him after the 2nd month of dating.

He joked that you should be an interior designer with how nice his apartment looks now. You snorted and flicked his ear. He let you.

You made curry with chicken katsu, the plate is covered in saran wrap and there is a pot of miso soup left on the stove. Kishibe told you not to leave dinner out for him but you rolled your eyes and told him off - “An old man like you can’t live off convenience store food, let me make dinner for you.”

Kishibe thinks that’s what he likes about you; your presence in the apartment, the way you make him dinner even though he told you not to - he thinks you stay up for him, sometimes. Your chair is crooked against the table when he arrives in the middle of the night because he straightens the chair after he finishes the dinner you left for him, washes the plate, and puts any leftovers you left for him in the fridge for you to take to lunch the next day.

You care about him, really care about him the way spouses care for each other. Maybe that’s why he thinks about marrying you despite only dating for 3 months.

He really does have a screw loose.

The dinner you left for him is gone in less than 20 minutes. He likes your cooking and he’s always been a fast eater. He finishes in the kitchen and heads to the bathroom. The clock reads 12:30 and his back aches in the cold water, but he likes it in a twisted and fucked way. The clock reads 12:40 when he’s done and just in plaid lounge pants, he joins you in bed. Your hair is free, spilling around your head on your pillow like a halo. There is a crack in the blinds and the moonlight highlights your face.

It shines on the slope of your nose, the freckles, and the small scars on your skin. You are so pretty in this gentle way - the way the petals of lilies are pretty or those fancy hard candies that are sculpted into goldfish. He wants to take care of you until he dies. He lies in bed and you wake up, eyes caught in the same milk moonlight and he wants to kiss your eyes as softly as he can.

“Kishibe…”You say his name so softly, he doesn’t remember the last time his name sounded so lovely. He scoots closer to you, you smell like lotion and softener, his knuckle caresses your cheek and your eyes flutter close. Shit, he thinks, you are beautiful.

“Hey sweetheart, dinner was good.” You smile sleepily, eyes blinking away the sleep that resides within them. Kishibe leans and kisses your cheek, mouth cold and minty from the toothpaste. His stubble itches and you wrinkle your face at the feeling. He thinks you are cute for it. He blinks, dark eyes focusing on your lovely face, the way your eyes shine in the moonlight, and how your hair fans around you. Kishibe feels choked up as if he might cry.

“Marry me,” he says instead, voice gruff and quiet. You blink at him, brows furrowing and confusion painting your pretty face. You shuffle, sitting a bit more up and looking at him like he’s grown a 2nd head. He tries not to chuckle.

“We’ve dated for 3 months - please don’t tell me you are going through a middle-life crisis.” 

“No…” Kishibe starts off, dark eyes focusing on your hand - on the ring finger of your right hand and finds it irking to see it empty.

“You’re good to me. I want to take care of you - if we are married, all my shit goes to you. I’ve got some money saved up. The place would be yours too.” He lists off all the things bubbling in his head for the past 3 months of being with you. His life doesn’t have a guarantee, he could die tomorrow. He wants to be sure you stay afloat, even without him.

Your face is not something he can read - he blames it on the dark, your sleepiness, and his lack of it. His hand sneaks under your shirt, and his fingers (calloused and scarred) expertly find themselves resting at the dip of your hips. His thumbs rub at the skin there, enjoying its softness and its smoothness. You lean into him, looking at his eyes, finding sincerity and certainty. Sighing you kiss him, lips soft from vaseline and you hear him huff in contentment.

“Ask me again tomorrow. With a ring - you’ll have your answer.” You say and he nods, already knowing what ring he plans to get you. His hands pull you close, your body fitting into his and he feels at peace with you like this. You both fall asleep like that. When morning comes -  his arm is still around your waist and hands at your hips. You go in earlier than him, and you depart with a heavy heart. He looks handsome in his sleep, face relaxed and thin lips parted. The neat way he parts his hair is long gone and he looks boyish with how it sticks around his forehead.

You kiss his forehead before you go out the door, a work bag filled with the leftovers he put away for lunch. The day passes by as normally as it usually does for you - you are in the paperwork department and Kishibe comes to see you for lunch when he can. When you return to your office from a copy run to start your lunch the man in question is there, sitting in your chair. 

On your desk, sits a velvet box.

Kishibe smiles behind his palm when he sees the shiny, watery look in your eyes. You almost drop your copies - you really are the cutest thing he’s ever known.

“So? What’s your answer?” His gruff voice cuts in the air, and you blink back tears. Nodding wiping your eyes with the back of your free hand you warble out -

“Yeah - yeah you crazy old man. I’ll marry you.” He huffs amused, victory dancing in his heart.

[xuchiya]

"CHAPTER TWO: Love Language Activated" || kim hongjoong || [a mini-series]

| genre: non!idol hongjoong. ceo! reader. angst. fluff. slice of life | mentions: different language. Korean (Hangul). Tagalog. unfair treatment. love language list

When the sun sips in between the cold dark room, Hongjoong snores away the sleepiness, an evidence of a drool going down the side of his lips as his cheeks were mashed between his underpillow and the pillow on top of his head. The sound of the alarm blaring yet it only goes on his deaf sleepy ears as he mumbles incoherent words as he shifts and turns around on his previous position before drifting off to sleep again.

The door of his bedroom burst open, banging loudly against the wall and the tall figure—similar features of Hongjoong is breathing rather angrily, hair all over as if he just woke up; well it does look like he just woke up as he is still in his pajamas and the bed sheet prints were on his face. As Bumjoong marches towards the nightstand where the alarm clock was screaming,he smacks the alarm clock off.

“Yah! You are late for your interview paboya!”  and yanks the blanket away from Hongjoong. He manages to successfully wake him up. He groggily sat up, yawning and staring off into space before he realised that his older brother was still glaring at him, “Hyung, what’s wrong?” 

Bumjoong rolled his eyes, tossing the blanket to his face, walking towards the door, “You’re late!” His voice trails into the distance as he returns to his room, Hongjoong still dazed and confused from his sleep that it took a while for him to understand what his brother told him and when it processed in his head, his entire body jolted in panic as his head whipped towards his alarm. 

7:15am

Hongjoong scrambles out of his bed, only to tangle his feet on his blanket. He yelped as he fell on the floor with a loud thud before he finally sent himself free and rushed towards his bathroom and started getting ready.

The kitchen is peaceful. Their mom— Hyerin cooks breakfast for her eldest as he chews delightly on his kimchi fried rice whilst his dad— Won-Chul reads the newspaper, sipping on his first coffee in the morning. It is calm with the sound of the sizzling egg on the pan and the coffee maker grinding until crash sounds from the entrance of the kitchen and the sound of their cat crying loudly as Hongjoong stomps on her tail.

“Sorry Byul! Morning eomma, morning appa!” As if on instinct, his mom raises her arm to take the sugar from the top shelf as she flips the egg and Hongjoong hurriedly takes the sugar as he pours himself a cup of coffee. His dad slid the tissue box across the table when Hongjoong spun to take the milk from the fridge, bumping his cup of coffee. Hongjoong yelps, again, and pulls after pulls on the tissue as he wipes it off the table.

Below the table is a floor mat that catches the spilled coffee. Hongjoong cried and took another glass and drank the milk instead. Bumjoong yawns, as he finishes his bowl and places them on the sink. Pulling his mom for a quick kiss on top of her head, “Bye eomma!” He hugs his dad, “See ya’ later pops!” He took his keys from the hook, taking his sweet time knowing he knew what was coming. 

“Hyung, please drive me to my work! Please please please!” On queue after he finishes putting on his shoes, Hongjoong slides next to him as he rubs his hand together, pleading. Bumjoong doesn’t need to be told twice as he knew it would take another 30 minutes for the next bus to come and Hongjoong would be late or worse, won’t make it in his interview.

He took his bag and swung it over his shoulder, Hongjoong felt his stomach churning as the thought of not getting the job because of his tardiness (although it’s his fault for staying up late to finish his project) and not being able to accomplish his task. To get a financially stable job. To help out his parents.

Bumjoong look at his sulking brother, laughing quietly as he reaches over and ruffle his hair, “Come on, I’ll be late to my work too.”

You were inside your office, reading through a stack of resumes from applicants eager to fill positions within the company. Each one represented a hopeful individual aiming to secure a spot in a department they aspired to join. Significantly, you had an opening for those who wished to work as administrative support, a role that required both versatility and meticulous attention to detail.

As you reviewed the candidates' qualifications, you found yourself methodically sorting through their experiences and skill sets, comparing them against the needs of the team. Some resumes were impressive, boasting years of experience and glowing references, while others showed potential but lacked the polish you were looking for.

“Ma’am, someone is here for the interview.” You look up, to see one of the employees across your office announce. You nodded, smiling at them, “Please tell them to get ready in 15 minutes. I have to finish this one first.”

They nodded, bowing, “Yes ma’am.” before closing the door. When you finally settled the stack, only one resume remained. This one was for the position of secretary or assistant. As you picked it up, the name at the top caught your attention— Kim Hongjoong. You scanned the document, taking in the details of his background, head tilting to the side in curiosity.

Hongjoong was a relatively young candidate based on the two by two picture attached at the far left corner, but his resume reflected a surprising depth of experience for someone of his age. He had a strong educational background, with a degree in business administration, and had completed several internships at well-known firms. His skill set was broad, ranging from advanced proficiency in office software to fluency in both Korean and Japanese, though there was no mention of English nor Tagalog, a language commonly used by your visitors and alliance members.

What stood out most, however, was the impression of his adaptability and willingness to learn. Despite having only a few years of professional experience, Hongjoong had already worked in fast-paced environments that require quick thinking and effective communication. His references described him as diligent, resourceful, and unafraid to take on challenges—qualities that were essential for the role you were looking to fill.

As you read through his resume, you couldn't help but notice his youthful enthusiasm mixed with a sense of responsibility. His application was neatly organized, with every section thoughtfully laid out, reflecting a mind that appreciated order and efficiency. Though he lacked extensive experience as a secretary, his determination to succeed and his eagerness to grow in the role were evident.

Hongjoong seemed like someone who could bring fresh energy to the office, someone who might still have a lot to learn but who had the potential to become an indispensable part of the team. You nodded subconsciously, your finger hovering on the call button to ring up your staff who is responsible for the list of interviewees.

“Please send him in.” If you were gonna be honest, being a secretary has multiple tasks. On the contrary, the skills and adaptability with smooth performance are top requirements.It is not an easy job to be a secretary as they do the outside jobs of chief executive officers, to help them sort out their schedules and what or who wants to collaborate with the company, etc. It is a challenging role that only few apply for the role yet did not reach the standard.

“Ma’am he is here.” As you watch the person thank your staff with a stiff bow, you take in their appearance and almost chuckle. You took in his well-iron white polo with a midnight blue tie although you were not expecting the art-design black pants and his high sole converse shoes. 

You stood up as he reached the end of your table, you stuck out your hand giving him a small smile, “Hello sir, please take a seat.” He shakes your hand, surprisingly firm yet gentle. You both sat down, clearing your throat as you eyed him, “Well, let me first introduce myself.”

“I am Kang Ae-Cha, the chief executive officer of Treasure. Do not worry too much about your details here in the resume, I want you to be honest with yourself and why you want to be part of this corporation and take this position.”

The man’s world seemed to crash down the moment you started speaking the same language as the organizer outside. Out of instinct, he switched to Japanese, and to his relief, the organizer understood and nodded in response. 

It was only a matter of time before he gathered the courage to speak, exhaling the anxiety from his chest. He straightened his posture, giving himself a mental pep talk, simple and scripted, before clearing his throat and greeting you with a polite smile. “Good morning, ma’am. I’m Kim Hongjoong.”

To say the least, you were utterly drained. The day had dragged on with a handful of interviews, and now the sun had dipped below the horizon. Most of your employees had clocked out and were leaving the premises, chatting with coworkers about dinner plans and sharing stories about their day. Meanwhile, you were left alone, once again. You were busy typing up reports and emails when a knock on your office door interrupted your thoughts.

The door opened slightly, and a familiar face peeked in. You smiled and sighed softly, “Hello, Yunho.”

“You seem occupied again, ma’am,” Yunho remarked as he entered the room. He’d been your bodyguard for a year now. It was amusing how he ended up applying for this job—he had initially mistaken your company for a gaming organization recruiting esports players. He had shown up dressed in a simple shirt and pants, with worn-out Adidas shoes.

You vividly remembered the moment when his invisible puppy ears seemed to droop when you explained the mix-up. He had confessed, eventually realizing it on the spot, that he had been scammed by an online recruiter, who convinced him to pay a hundred dollars for a profile and other miscellaneous, promising him a spot on an esports team. 

To make up for his mistake, he offered to be your driver. Although you initially rejected the idea, not wanting him to feel bad, it was clear he had thought long and hard about his decision to move to the big city. He had driven all the way here in his grandfather’s beat-up old truck, determined to help his grandmother by finding work.

In the end, you both decided that he would be your bodyguard—and your driver when you clocked out. He made a habit of visiting your office whenever the clock struck thirty past the hour, bringing you dinner. It wasn’t part of his job, but it was his way of showing gratitude for the kindness you had shown him and his family. Of course, you were both stubborn; he protected you, and you cared for him in return.

“Have you eaten, ma’am?” Yunho asked, placing a plastic bag on the makeshift dinner table by your side. You shook your head, still engrossed in your iPad as you reviewed employee reports on potential hires and rejections.

The scent of ramyeon soon filled the air, pulling you away from your work. You settled into your chair, placing the iPad aside, and thanked Yunho for the food. Just as you were about to pick up your chopsticks, Yunho playfully smacked your hand. You yelped, glaring at him.

“It’s way past working hours, and it’s time to eat. If you don’t, I’ll feed you that iPad instead. Now go wash your hands.” That was the thing about Yunho—he was a gentleman and sweet, but beneath that, he had a playful side that he didn’t show to many. You pouted but complied, washing your hands before returning to your meal.

When you came back, Yunho smiled, handing you your chopsticks. You playfully rolled your eyes and began digging into the food. It had been a long time since someone treated you with such care and warmth. You were thankful for your former secretary, who had brought Yunho into your life, adding a spark to your otherwise lonely days.

Ever since then, Yunho had looked after you—not just as your bodyguard, but as how he looked after his cousins.

“So, how were the interviews? Did you find anyone suitable for the secretary position?” Yunho asked, biting into a piece of Korean beef.

You sighed, taking a sip of your drink before picking up your iPad again. “Honestly, today was hectic. I’ve never seen so many applicants, not even during last year’s hiring round. But some of them were talented—they’ve really worked hard to get where they are.”

Yunho nodded thoughtfully, then asked, “It is expected as there are more fresh graduates today than last year's rate. It’s quite tense to be honest but I’m curious, what about the secretary?”

You paused as you scrolled through the digital copies of the resumes. You stopped at Hongjoong’s profile, his face bringing you back to the one-on-one interview earlier. You remembered watching him struggle to speak in English until you switched to a language he preferred to use, to help him out. It was your father’s language, Korean, one that you rarely used because of your mother’s dislike for it.

“Oh, is he the new one?” Yunho’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You hummed in response. “He does fit all the criteria…”

Yunho glanced at you, sensing your hesitation. “But?”

“But he can’t speak English well. If he struggles with the language, he might not last long in this role, especially since it’s crucial for communicating with most of our clients.” Yunho could see the dilemma written all over your face—it was a tough spot, as speaking English was a key requirement for the position.

“But despite that, he fits in. There’s nothing more you need to worry about.” Yunho watched as you bit your lip, deep in thought. He reached over and gently patted your head. “Ma’am, remember how you helped Mrs. Monreal when she could barely type a sentence in under a minute?”

“Or when Samantha barely knows how to use the typewriter but when you step in and give her advice and tutorials? Now that thing, it’s like a computer to her!” You chuckled, playfully smacking his hand away, and Yunho laughed along with you.

“Or when you offer me a hand to expand my knowledge in technology by letting me study for a year.” You look up at Yunho, his eyes filled with sincerity. You sigh, looking down.

“My point is, you never leave your people behind. You do whatever it takes to help them become the best version of themselves. So, taking Hongjoong in won’t be a problem for you.”

His words resonated with you, and suddenly, everything seemed to make sense.

Hongjoong had been working with you for three months now, officially becoming your new secretary, and though new to the role, he carried out his tasks as if he’d been doing them for years which you find impressive as he did live up to what he wrote in his resume. Days passed in a routine of paperwork and administrative duties when you received a phone call from Jackson Wang, your other alliance, about the collaboration with the next project to launch next year. 

“Okay, okay, we’ll meet at the Silver Light,” you agreed, rolling your eyes even though Jackson couldn’t see it. You balanced your phone between your ear and shoulder while gathering the project documents spread across your desk. “Jackson, it’s 10 in the morning. Are you seriously planning to be drunk during working hours?”

He chuckled on the other end as you zipped up your bag, slipping your phone back into your hand. As you exited your office, a few employees passed by with polite greetings, and you returned them with a nod, heading toward Hongjoong’s office.

You knocked on his door, muting your call. “Hongjoong, I’m meeting Mr. Wang at the Silver Light, just down the street.”

Hongjoong stood up immediately, smoothing the dark blue suit he wore so perfectly, his polished black leather shoes catching the light. He reached for his notepad and iPad, but you held up a hand to stop him.

“No, no, Hongjoong. No need to come. It’s just a quick meeting one block away.”

“But ma’am, I should be present at your meetings,” he insisted, his tone professional but concerned. You chuckled, leaning against the doorframe.

“I know, but this is just a casual meetup.” You lowered your voice playfully, covering your mouth as if sharing a secret. “Besides, Jackson probably just wants to ask me out.”

Hongjoong laughed along with you, though the laughter was tinged with a hint of reluctance. He nodded, bowing slightly. “Of course. Please be safe, ma’am.”

You smiled, unmuting your call as you walked away, your heart skipping a beat at his words. It wasn’t unusual for your employees to express concern, but why did it feel different coming from him? You shook off the thought and resumed your conversation with Jackson as you pressed the elevator button.

Everything seemed to be running smoothly, but the quick meeting with Jackson stretched into hours as he elaborated on his ideas. Eventually, you had to call Hongjoong.

“I’m not sure what time I’ll be back, but let me know if there are any urgent meetings or if someone from the board is looking for me,” you said softly into the phone.

“Of course, ma’am. I’ll keep you updated,” Hongjoong replied, placing the phone back on its holder as soon as you hung up. To him, the day’s work was nearly done; in just three hours, he had completed everything and organized it neatly on your desk, ready for your signature.

It was all running smoothly—until a visitor arrived at the office.

A staff member knocked on his door with a concerned look. “Hey Hongjoong, is Ma’am Kang here yet?” Hongjoong noticed the slight panic in their voice. Though he didn’t catch every word, the mention of your last name and the staff’s anxious demeanor made it clear they were looking for you.

Rising slowly from his seat, he walked over to the staff member and shook his head. The staff sighed in frustration, muttering, “Oh god, this is bad,” before quickly walking away. Hongjoong frowned, watching them leave, but then returned to his desk to review the papers he had just finished, checking for any errors.

A few minutes later, muffled voices and the sound of hurried footsteps on the carpeted floor reached his ears. Hongjoong looked up from his work as a voice echoed through his quiet room.

“Huh … So it’s true the old lady retired. Good. What’s your name, ijo?” He was not expecting a person would barge in his office, despite the protest of the staff but they were ignored by the person and also the visitor spoke in Tagalog, a language Hongjoong didn’t understand. Anxiety welled up inside him, but he knew he had to handle the situation. Instinctively, he reached for his phone to seek help, but a company rule flashed in his mind: No using phones during work hours. He was instantly frozen as his hand hovered over his handphone.

The visitor, clearly frustrated by Hongjoong’s silence, began speaking louder, his tone harsh and impatient, startling Hongjoong. “Don’t you understand what I’m saying? How can you work here and not know even the basics? For heaven sake, this is the Philippines as much as possible, learn the language and not only limited to one! This is why you people don’t get far. You don’t bother to learn.”

Despite not understanding their words, Hongjoong felt his face flush with embarrassment as the visitor continued to lecture him, not just for a few minutes, but for nearly two hours. His coworkers passed by, some pausing to watch the scene unfold, their eyes filled with pity. But no one intervened. The visitor’s words stung, each one a reminder of the language barrier that separated Hongjoong from fully integrating into the workplace. “You’re in a professional setting, and you can’t even communicate properly. How do you expect to succeed? And, you’re the new secretary?! Himala, what was your CEO even thinking?! This is unacceptable!”

“S-Sir please …”

“Silence! You are working here and should know the rules and requirements! You don’t just apply here, this is no longer school or something to just enroll and expect to learn how to speak! One, single mistake can make your entire career here vanish!” 

Hongjoong stood there, his hands clenched at his sides, his mind racing but unable to form a response. He had never felt so humiliated, so exposed in front of everyone in the company. His coworkers exchanged glances, some murmuring to each other, but the office atmosphere remained tense, with no one daring to step in.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the visitor huffed in exasperation and turned to leave, muttering something under his breath. Hongjoong remained rooted to the spot, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn’t shake the feeling of shame, the weight of the experience pressing down on him. He had encountered several customers or other visitors like him but with the unknown language to him felt as if he had not been outside the world a little too long.

Hongjoong's eyes were slowly welling up, but he quickly brushed the tears away, determined to maintain his professionalism. By the time you arrived, just minutes after the visitor had left, he had already composed himself. Walking beside you, he gave a concise update, carefully omitting any mention of the earlier incident.

You placed your bag down and settled into your recliner chair, letting out a deep sigh as you felt the softness of the cushion against your back. But the moment of relaxation was brief. You sat up straight again, skimming through the reports Hongjoong had prepared. As you reviewed the documents, you couldn't help but notice a strange tension lingering in the air.

Frowning, you glanced up at Hongjoong. “Have you eaten lunch yet?”

Your question seemed to jolt him out of his thoughts. He looked up, slightly surprised, before quickly nodding. “Y-Yes, ma’am.”

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the desk and interlocking your fingers. “Oh, that’s good. What did you order?”

“I bought … from the café,” he stammered.

Something in his tone, paired with the slight hesitation in his response, piqued your curiosity. His body language was off—his usually composed demeanor seemed strained, and you noticed the faint dampness on his eyelashes and the redness at the corners of his eyes. It was subtle, but enough for you to sense that something had happened. It might be nothing, you thought—perhaps just fatigue—but as you well knew, the body often betrays what words try to conceal.

“Okay Hong joong, by the way your english is much better now.” You notice his cheeks reddend before nodding his head, “You can go now.” With a small bow, he exits the office. You waited for a solid minute before grabbing your phone, dialing a number you know well.

When the line answers, “Hey Hwa~ You free tomorrow for some tea?”

[coichii]

Trapped - BANG CHAN pairing: bf!chan x gen netrual! reader

genre: angst, comfort, enstranged relationship

word count: 0.8k

warnings: nothing specific !

A/N : let’s not talk abt my break… no promises about a return, i just felt inspiration at 10pm on a thursday :p | this is one of my better pieces if i do say so myself 😚

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You sighed loudly as you stared blankly at the computer screen.

Recently, you had been caught up with this 4 page essay that your chemistry professor insisted be done by tomorrow, and you had barely touched the first paragraph.

Lately, everything had felt like it was going down hill. School had been tumbling essay after essay on top of regular work, your friends who you assumed were your people had been ghosting you, and your family had been absent too.

But worst of all, he wasn’t there.

At first, Chan would just claim to have some extra work at the studio to finish, insisting that a wave of inspiration just hit him. This didn’t bother you much at in the beginning, the extra time only keeping him away for an extra 30 minutes before he came home and took care of you.

Then, it started getting bad.

He would stay in the studio for full on hours, sometimes not coming home until 2, or insisting he’d stay at the dorms that night. And on the off chance he actually came home, he never had any energy to focus on you.

You thought this wouldn’t bother you much, telling your self that this was just the price of dating an idol.

Telling yourself this as a tear rolls down your cheek.

You didn’t even realize you began to cry, mind too focused on somehow finding a connection to the previous sentence. Mind to focused on how much you want him to comfort you and tell you it will all be okay.

Like he used to.

You didn’t notice the front door open, too busy swimming in your thoughts. In walks Chan at some unholy hour of the night, probably around 2am.

“Hey y/n, what are you still doing up?” Chan expresses, surprised since he usually finds you fast asleep this late into the night.

When he doesn’t get a response, he moves closer to you, assuming you may have had in earpods. However, when he sees the tears running down your face rapidly, something you only just realized, he starts to panic.

“Y/n? Baby what wrong?” He asks, obviously worried. Slowly you begin to look over to him, not even sure if you recognize him anymore.

“Oh. Your home.” you scoff, standing up, disappointed at how he only started caring now that you’re crying. “Shocked that you even remembered that I live here.”

“Baby, What? Where is all of this coming from”? Chan said, slightly angry, which completely set you off.

“I don’t know Chris, where is it coming from? Maybe from the fact that you barely come home anymore! Or maybe it’s that you don’t check on me or even ask me how my days going! Chris, you put 0 effort into me..into us anymore. I’m tired of coming home from an exhausting day and having no one to talk to, no one to be near, no one to love! You’re barely even intimate with me anymore- honestly i can’t name the last time we were!” you screamed, finally getting out everything that had been building up for the last month.

“Christopher, what i’m saying is you don’t care about me anymore. All you do is work, which I didn’t mind at first but now, you don’t even put any attention on me. It feels like you don’t want me anymore- like y-you don’t love m-me anymore.” you choked, falling to the floor in sobs.

Immediately, Chan ran towards you and scooped you in his arms. He began to slowly rub his hands alongside your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Holding you tight, talking to you sweetly and slowly, crying with you as you cried. Those were all the things you missed from the man who layes next to you.

Once you began to calm down, Chan started speaking. You assumed it was going to be a pile of excuses, but no, it was sincere enough to make you tear up again.

“Y/n, first I want to thank you for letting this off your chest, I had no idea that my absence meant this much to you. I have been so busy with work and music that I have lost sight of what is most important to me… which is you. I am so sorry, that you had to deal with everything, and I am so so sorry.. that i wasn’t there. I promise I’ll make some more time for you, no matter how packed my schedule gets, i’ll never let you feel like this again. I love you so much baby.” Chan declared, pulling you into a kiss.

This wasn’t any kiss. This was a kiss where he confirmed everything he previously stated was far from false. Deep and passionate, yet still loving and innocent.

After pulling away, the looked you in your teary eyes, only confirmed the truth.

The truth being that while it would be hard, and not everything would be immediately fixed, he was going to make it work one way or another.

For you.

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[rosyjn]

Rough seggs with jakey poo duh! for @pandoraslxna’s kinktober prompt 24!

MDNI

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“Get on the fucking ground, now,” he growls, untying his loincloth and shoving the back of your head.

“Why?” you tease, pushing his hand away and turning to face him.

“Don’t fuckin’ play with me unless you wanna be limping for days. On all fours, now.” he hisses, pushing you away. You reluctantly follow his instructions, getting onto the crinkly forest floor. Your tail swooshes uneasily as you turn to watch Jake, who’s still ripping off all of his accessories and throwing them to the ground. “You won’t fuck around after this, undress.” he kneels down behind you as you reach for any skimpy garment that covered your body. Small beads from your top clink together as you lift it off of yourself. With no warning- a small, warm, mushroom tip teases your folds. You’re already dripping.

“Fuck, Jake,” you sigh, eyes clenching shut as you press your face into the forest floor. “Hurry,”

“Why? You can’t wait? Can’t wait for this cock, hmm?” he torments, his broad body dwarfing you. He continues to rub his tip on your lips, you’re slick creating a sheen on his cock. “Color?” he simply asks.

“…green…” you roll your eyes, before being met with a sudden, lonely pounding sensation. Jake quickly shoves his entire length into you, forcing your walls open. Your pussy is forced to oblige, his hips pressing into your ass. You grip the grass below you. A burning sensation tingles your insides before transforming into overwhelming pleasure. The stretch leaves your legs trembling, and the arch in your back threatening to give out. He lets out a muffled grunting noise, feeling his tip hit your cervix.

He slowly pulls out a couple inches, before rutting back into you again. You bite down onto your hand, trying to suppress your inevitable noises of pleasure. Your pussy squelches, sucking him in.

“Gonna fuck you real hard now, you got that?” he whispers, pulling your hair up so he can say it in your ear. You whimper a small “yes”, nodding your head as you feel your braids get held taut. “Alright..” he tilts his head and begins to fuck you again.

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It’s been about… maybe 30 minutes? You don’t know, all you can do is hiccup and focus on arching your back. Your ass is littered with slap marks. Air rips through your chest as tears cascade down your face and litter the ground. Jake’s hips pound into your poor ass. Your tits are swollen and bounce with every single rut of his. You know your pussy might bleed later, from how he’s bruising your cervix mercilessly. The air is no longer chilly on your naked heat like it was when you first stripped for him. Now, it’s sore and hot.

“Fuck, oh fuck!” you cry out. He’s using you, using you to get off. Right now, you’re his personal little fucktoy. His doll, that he can just cum in as much as he wants. But, you’re so much better than any real toy. You clench and clamp around him when he shows his instinctive dominance, or when he pulls your hair. You react when he bottoms out, you squeal when he pulls your hair and hopelessly nod to his degrading comments.

You take his rough cock, even though you sob and fall limp. He’s rendered you dumb, and he’s not stopping. His cum leaks out of you even though he’s not finished. He can get a couple more out of you, out of your sweet little pussy. He leans down, his strained breath teasing your ear.

“You like that?” he grunts. Quick, shallow breaths leave his mouth in between words. “Y’know, I don’t give a fuck. You’re gonna take it. Take it until I’m done wit ya,” he tugs at your hair, smirking as your head flies backwards and you flinch. At a great, constant pace, he continues to fuck you. You’re cock-drunk, no thoughts run through your head. The world is a blur and the only thing that exists is Jake. Jake: who’s currently muttering curses under his breath and abusing your tight cunt. Vulgar thoughts rush through his head. He wants to use you until you can’t do anything anymore. Until you’re screaming and cumming all over his dick. He achieved his goal. It’s been achieved for a while.

“Daddy!” you yelp as he bucks into you again, a slapping noise coming from the collision of your bodies. “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” an endless chant. Pathetic whines. Pleads and begs. Sloppy, wet slapping and moaning.

“That’s right, yeah. Call me daddy,” he hisses. “Louder.”

“Daddy! I’m gonna cum!” you moan, burying your face into the ground.

“Nuh uh, not yet you won’t. Hold it,” he spanks your ass, keeping the pace as he watches you struggle to suppress your pleasure. How? How can you not cum? He’s been ruthlessly pleasuring you for.. who knows how long. Tears stream down your face and into the soil below you. Fuck, you don’t know if you’ll be able to hold it. As per Jake, he knows you can’t. He loves the way you struggle. He loves to watch you squirm under him, leaving you powerless as you try to protest the inevitable. He pushes your orgasm closer and closer, while telling you that you can’t have it.

“Please, please..” you beg. He can feel his member throbbing in anticipation. Anticipation, even though he’s had you in all your glory, he still wants more. He wants to cum with you.

“You’re gonna cum with me, okay?” he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate. He chases his climax inside of you, brows furrowing at the motions. Bubbles of arousal crowd in your stomach. You let out needy, incoherent babbles. “Now, fucking cum now!” he hisses, coming to the hilt of your sore cunt and stopping, releasing his load into you. You topple over the edge, squeezing his cock in rhythmic pulsating motions. By now, Jake already knows how it feels. It’s a familiar sensation, your tight little pussy and the way it throbs.

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Him.

Warning: Abuse, Angst/comfort, crying, blood.

Pairing: Hyunjin x reader

Summary: Hyunjin saves you from an abuse relationship.

Hey😆 if you don’t like graphic things please don’t read. Thank you! Not the best one shot but yeah hope you enjoy it :))

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**

"Alex please! I'm sorry!" I yelp as I scrumble on the floor trying to get away from my now angry boyfriend. My hands trembled and my body was now vigorously shaking on the ground.

This had been going on for 30 minutes and I was exhausted and dehydrated. My hands were slippery from the blood that laid on them. All my senses were gone at this point but he kept going and going.

"You'll be actually sorry when I'm done with you," his fist connecting with my chin as I scream in pain from the constant beating of his hands against my limbs. His steps were loud and his breathing was even louder. His face occasionally getting really close to mine.

"Please forgive me! I didn't mean it! Alex please!" I get on all my fours and take a few crawls away from his standing figure but his hands wrapped around around my ankle and yanked me back to his body.

He had a smirk on his face. He enjoyed this. I knew he did but the constant manipulation and lying words tricked my mind into thinking that maybe he was just stressed or tired or maybe I did something to trigger him whenever this would happen.

This time was done I know I had to get away somehow. I knew that if I didn’t leave him I would end up dead or I could put anyone at risk with him around.

I’m ripped away from my thoughts and prayers when his voice booms into my eardrums. A ringing sound now playing really loudly.

"You think you can be a little slut huh?! You think you can get away with this shit?! You're fucking pathetic!"

My eyes are glued to his body. His arms were both grasping and digging into my flesh. Small whimpers are leaving my mouth. I couldn’t see anything due to the tears that fogged my site but I knew he was so proud of himself.

He knew he could control me. He thought I wouldn’t leave him but this time I was thinking about it. Thinking about getting here alive.

I pray that it’s all over when he just glared at me and it is when he spits on me and walks away. His saliva is hot against my face. My body laying on the ground as I tried to get energy to get up. I slowly look up to see if he was still In the room but thankfully he was gone.

The slamming front door confirms it.

The world seemed to be moving in slow motion. The plate that was once neatly stacked with food was now on the floor and shattered.

Pillows were everywhere and the painting Hyunjin had made me was now ripped on the floor.

Heavier sobs leave my mouth as I slowly get up but I’m unable to. My body wouldn’t allow it. My shaking arms couldn’t support the weight. My breathing was getting worse but the sound is covered with my phone was ringing non stop.

Hyunjin's name popping up time and time again.

The warm sension of blood oozed from my nose. The throbbing pain of my nose and now black eye lingered. My body ached.

This was a normal thing tho. Alex didn't have the best temper and I knew that. It was my fault.

I knew he didn't like his food served at this hour but yet I thought that if I somehow convinced him to eat now I could go out later to hangout with the guys. He didn’t like them at all but he always found himself around us trying to make a point about who could come near me and who couldn’t.

I slowly help myself up by leaning on the couch.

My arms were bruised and the breaths I would try to take hurt really bad. Tears continued to roll down my cheeks. I limp towards the messy area trying to clean it before he came back. Before he would have another reason to snap.

The apartment was quiet. Khami was locked in his cage. The lights were dim and the kettle was boiling.

It was the knock on the door that got me out of my trance. My neck snapping towards it.

Who could be out there? Everyone knew not to come announced. The more I thought about it the more scared I got. Was it the neighbor? Did someone call the cops?

I try to avoid the door but the knocks get more frantic and loud. Hyunjin's voice now coming through.

"Y/n?! Y/n it's me! Please open the door. Are you hurt?! I can see your shoes out here! I know you’re in there!”

**

I was in the kitchen when Alex had come into the room. He was wearing his work suit and a smile played on his lips. He placed a kiss on my forehead and sets his briefcase on the table.

"Hey love, how was your day?" He asks. I look over at him and give him a tiny smile.

"It was good and yours?" I automatically ask him. My hands were stirring the cooking pot and the kettle of warming water sat besides the sauce pan.

"Yeah just tired,” he tans and furrows his eyebrows while looking at his watch “what are you doing?"

I run my hands nervously and turn towards him.

"Oh I'm just making you a plate of food before I go,"

"Go where?" His eyes furrow and I gulp, "remember I told you that I was going out with the guys? You let me go,”

"Go where? I don't remember this," his eyes squint "why would you go out with the boys?"

"Baby remember when I asked you?" I frown and look up at him. My hands play with the strings from the apron.

"You’re not going-" his voice is firm and now he is towering over me.

"But babe-"

"I said you’re not going and it's final," he snaps before turning around and leaving the room.

I let out a sigh thinking that maybe he was just in a bad mood but nevertheless a no was a no.

I put everything down and pull out to phone Chan who wasn't picking up so the next best option was Hyunjin.

"Hyunjin?" I say softly,

"Hey! How are you?" He beams through the phone. His voice was soft yet excited. The thought of no seeing them hurt my heart. I had been avoiding them due to the clear visual bruises that lay on my body from the fight I had gotten in either Alex a few days ago.

They were all so attentive when I was around them so I knew it wasn’t a good idea to be around when I was covered in bruises. Too many questions.

I begin to explain, "Oh I just come today, I'm sorry-"

"What? This is the 3rd time you've cancelled this week," his voice is layered with confusion, “are you trying to avoid me because of the kiss?”

My heart stops beating for a second and butterflied start to invade my stomach. It was definitely not because of that. I start to blush, I feel it.

"No Hyun it’s because Alex-"

"Who the fuck are you talking to?" A voice booms causing me to jump. I turn to see Alex stood by the door. His frame covering everything.

"It's no one Alex it's just Hyunjin,” I try to explain,

"Hello? Y/n? Is that Alex?" I hear Hyunjin's voice from the other side of the phone before glass shatters causing me to drop the phone.

"What the fuck is your probekm you bitch?!" He yells and charges at me.

"Alex no! I was just-"

I feel a hot sting on my cheek and my body being pulled by my hair to the living room.

I let out a scream causing him to let go and put his palm against my mouth

“Shhh don’t say a word, why the fuck are you telling Hyunjin about our business? Huh?! Is he part of our relationship?!” My eyes go wide and I frantically shake my head no. I can fear the tears starting to form in my eyes.

He lets go of my mouth and I take on a deep breathe trying to regulate my breathing. Trying to get away but my body is thrown to the floor.

“Alex please! Please I won’t do it again! I’m sorry,” a squeal leaves my mouth as I grab my rib cage that was now on fire because of the impact.

His eyes were dark and his fists were clenched and red from the previous fights we had gotten into. He was wearing his normal sweatpants, Shirt and his hair was a mess.

“Do you think you can play me?!” His voice booms through the room.

“No no no , I love you Alex-“

“Then act like it!” He is calm for a second before charging at me again causing me to scream in fear, “You’re the fucking problem. You little pathetic nobody!” His hand wraps around my neck trying to grab me off the floor.

My hands automatically try to remove his finger but his grip is too tight causing me to lack air. Not to breathe.

“Seems you don’t listen? Today I’m going to discipline you again.”

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“H-Hyunjin go away please!” I whisper through the door.

“No Y/n! open the door right now or I’m calling the cops,” he threatens. My body goes cold, what could I possibly do?

“No no no! Please don’t!” Panic feels me before my shaky hands slowly open the door and a peep through the little crack.

“What is it hyun?” I whisper. I examine him. His wearing a flannel and some jeans. His airforces on and his jyp budge attached to his shirt meaning he had come from the studio.

“I heard everything Y/n open then door please?” His eyes are soft, warm and glistening.

“No-no you can’t Alex-“ by the time I try to finish the sentence he had managed to push himself through, frantically looking around the room.

“Is that son of a bitch gone?” He looks over at me when his done looking around the room.

“Yes yes- Hyunjin you have to go- he might be back-“ he takes a step back and looks at me in horror.

“Your face-“ he gasps then proceeds to step closer to me.

Sobs leave my mouth again. I try to hide it with my sleeves, “No don’t look at me-“

“I’m killing this motherfucker.” His body is tensed up and his jaw clenches.

His hands reach out to examine me. My face but I wince and try to step back.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t be here on time my love, this is my fault, I knew he wasn’t okay! Fuck. Are you okay? What hurts? Let me see please princess? Let me take care of you-“ he pulls me on his body but I try to resist. This doesn’t let him let go though.

“Hyunjin-“

“It’s okay, it’s okay” is all he says and that makes me fall against his body. It was overwhelming. I was tired. I was crying. I was a mess. I was in pain. Really bad pain. My chest hurt. He carries me to the couch before examining the bruises even more. His eyes squinting. The room is silent only a few barks from Khami.

His hair was in a ponytail and his nails were painted in black. The little things I was noticing as I stared at him trying to make out what his face was saying or what his brain was thinking.

He gets up and gets the first aid kit and some cleaning supplies before sitting back down.

“I’m going to touch you okay? And it might hurt but I’m just cleaning you up okay?” I just nod trying not to fight or say anything.

“We’re leaving, you’re going to stay with me until we can find you an apartment and you’re leaving this bastard.”

“But he’ll find me Hyunjin,” I cry in a panic.

“Hey hey hey, even if he does, which he won’t. I’ll whoop his ass and give him a big beating. Nothing will happen, plus his going up against 8 boys I think we can take him,”

“What about-“ I wince when he puts a bandage on my arm. My concentration now turning to the throbbing wrist.

“No I’m not taking no for an answer. You’re coming with me, stay here.” He gets up and I watch him closely. He enters Alex’s room and disappears. Knowing I couldn’t argue with him I knew I had to get Khami because that witch would try and hurt him. I limp over to Khami’s cage and get him out. He starts licking my face and whimpering. Knowing he had been watching everything in the apartment from moments before.

“I got your bags love,” Hyunjin says coming back. He gives Khami a small smile before he wraps his hand around my waist pulling me onto him.

“I love you,” his lips touch my softly. His fingers wipe the tears that had fallen from before. His body is warm and he smelt like flowers and blueberries…maybe strawberries.

“I’m going to protect you. I have to protect you.”

Before I can say anything he grabs my stuff and guides me to the car outside closing the door.

This was a new beginning to the end.