#which is dont microwave your boyfriend too long. sorry again. i know you liked him

[dirt-str1der]

Sick of jerking off to porn now i just look up pictures of kiryu in his little grey tracksuit whenever i need to cum

[sweetaesuga]

in your heart | his fridays

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: fluff, angst(?), established relationship, fratboy jk, ex-fuckboy jk, bookworm reader!

warnings: language, implied drinking, these two are crackheads basically

word count: 1.1k 

synopsis: your fridays without jungkook.

timeline: takes place after the events of in your eyes. 

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a/n: my posts aren’t showing up under the tags :(((( so sorry for posting this many times. i tried linking a card of current issues going but it’ll hide this🥺

Something doesn't feel right.

It's surely the empty seat besides you where your boyfriend would usually reside but not today. He decided to go to a party his fraternity was throwing. He deemed you would hate him if he was to go to one ever since you started dating which is why he hadn't gone to one in so long. Jungkook even took you out for dinner. 

The whole night consisted of him being sweet to you, way too sweet. Not a jokingly insult was hurled your way how you two normally act towards one another. He took the chance to ask you if he could attend the party. 

The question struck you a bit. You didn't want him asking you permission to go somewhere, you never wanted to be that couple. You didn't want to eventually become the girlfriend who hogged all of his attention. You just wished he wouldn't bail out on you all the time like he used to. You assured him that he didn't have to ask you permission to go to such places yet he still felt awkward. 

Jungkook💓: are u sure about this??

Jungkook💓: i can always not go u know

Jungkook💓: if ur not ok with it 

sugar mama🥺: I'm fine with it!!! 

sugar mama🥺: Go have fun just don't do anything stupid without me

Jungkook💓: ok i luv u

His response threw you off. You've only been dating for two months and none of you have ever told each other you love one another. You don't dwell too much on the topic, simply brushing it off as Jungkook just being excited and he didn't genuinely mean it.

You sat on your couch, searching through Hulu. You contemplated whether or not to watch Rick and Morty, the show you two watch together. Knowing your boyfriend, he would whine about you watching it without him. You exited and scrolled through Netflix. Your attention was divided, one on the movie you were watching and the other on Jungkook's text. In the end you selected a random movie, choosing to just have it as background noise to swallow the silence in the room that was normally filled with Jungkook and you. 

You explored through your Instagram. Reloading your page again, your heart stopped. Taehyung had uploaded a picture. He was taking up most of the picture but Jungkook is still seen in the edge, grinning like an idiot with a bottle of beer in his hand. The others are a blur. 

You felt guilty for going ease from the sight of no girl nearby. You were still insecure despite his comfort. 

You liked the picture, reading the caption before going on to the explore page. You find yourself looking at memes, sending the funniest ones to Jungkook. You didn't care that you sent him twenty-two messages and he'll probably respond the next morning as long as he sent you twenty-two texts back instead of a singular response. 

It's around one in the morning when you receive a thread of messages from your boyfriend coming all at once. You were half awake, body threatening to enter slumber. You frowned with squinted eyes when your phone screen shined. Tiredly, you unlocked your phone. 

Jungkook💓: hiiiiiiiii

Jungkook💓: i miss u i'm sorry for not being there with u

Jungkook💓: forgive me🥺🥺

Jungkook💓: i think i'm drunk but not really

Jungkook💓: thank fuck autocorrect gets me cuz i'm like typing the wrong shir rn

Jungkook💓: i'm in my bed rn :((((

Jungkook💓: n i miss u so much like

Jungkook💓: so so sos osos osos odiosos much

Jungkook💓: wtf my keyboard just wrote that

Jungkook💓: is that spanish???

sugar mama🥺: Idk 

sugar mama🥺: R u ok???

sugar mama🥺: How much did u have to drink?? 

Jungkook💓: idk they just kept common u know??

Jungkook💓: fuckhdn i meant comming*

Jungkook💓: wait but like did u mist me too🥺🦆🥺

sugar mama🥺: Ofc i did🙄

sugar mama🥺: Now go to bed ur gonna feel like shit in the morning

jungkook💓: bet 

jungkook💓: IMG_3725.JPG

jungkook💓: dont my toes look prettyyyyukjd

sugar mama🥺: Stop we said we weren't into this feet shit n go to mf bed

Jungkook💓: ooooooo someone's mad that i got prettyer feet than them😌

Before you can reply to him, his name flashed over your phone screen. You swiped across the screen, bringing your phone up to your ear. You regret doing so as Jungkook screamed into the phone that he has more beautiful feet than you which you can not deny. There's a hiccup before he continued. "I'm like so fucking drunk right now. I miss you so much, I wish you came," his speech is a little slurred but you don't mind. "But I know you hate being surrounded by a lot of people, claustrophobic bitch."

You laughed into the speaker. Jungkook enjoyed every second of it. "You know what? At least I'm not afraid of a microwave." 

You heard him gasp on the other line. "Microwaves have the potential to blow up and shit! Why the hell are you afraid of a spider that's not even half your size?" Jungkook shook his head, remembering how last week you forced him to kill a spider in the corner of the room. He tried to convince you to leave it alone but you weren't having it. 

"They're fucking spiders! Almost everyone in the world is afraid of them even your mom!" he stayed silent for a second. Right when he was ready to defend himself he suddenly realized his mother does have a fear of spiders. "Aww, cat got your tongue, bubba?" 

Jungkook giggled, laying out on his bed. An empty spot next to him where your body would occupy it. He doesn't say anything else, choosing to listen to your breathing. You call out his name, wondering if he dozed off. Jungkook hummed into the speaker. "I think I'm going to have to cut this short and go to bed. I love you," he smiled only to be met with silence. His cheeks burned in embarrassment and he was ready to open his mouth and drunkenly take everything back. 

"Goodnight, don't think you're going to remember in the morning but I love you too," your voice was quiet. It almost drove Jungkook to tears from how small you sounded, almost as if scared to confess to him. 

He hung up first, falling asleep quickly despite being disturbed by the void place besides him. You don't fall asleep right after. In fact, you don't sleep the whole night. Your mind too focused on your conversation. 

Jungkook💓: HOLY SHIT HOW MUCH DID I DRINK

[bffnct]

kiss me

pairing park jisung x reader

genre fluff, best friends to lovers

word count 2k

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you lay next to jisung, tucked comfortably in his side with his arm on the back of the sofa, the only source of light coming from the tv in the middle of the dorm’s living room. luckily, the dreamies were on vacation, the other boys gone to visit their families while jisung stayed back with you since you were also on break from school. there was a large bowl of popcorn nestled inbetween your crossed legs, filled up to the brim of the microwave popcorn the boys had laying around, an almost gross amount of butter and salt added to it (though you and jisung werent planning on eating their entire stash, but hey thats a problem for jaemin to handle).

your favorite movie, To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before was playing on the one and only netflix account you and the dreamies shared, and any chance you had to get your best friend of nearly 15 years to watch one of your cheesy teen-romance movies, you took it and ran with it.

the only problem was actually getting him to pay attention, the taller boy slumped in the sofa with his long legs taking up almost the whole floor space between the sofa and the coffee table, his other hand occupied with his phone, his eyes glued to the screen. you wrinkled your nose at him, disappointed in the fact that he had missed approximately 15 scenes of your soon-to-be-husband, Noah Centineo in all of his handsome glory, playing the character of Peter.

jisung didnt even notice you looking at him, too invested in his instagram feed, so when you threw a popcorn at his face, he flinched, dropping his phone in the process. he was about to pinch you when you raised your hand at him, bluffing that you were gonna hit him,  which worked in making him back down almost every time. jisung sucked his teeth and crossed his arms, sulking as he looked at the screen for the 5th time.

‘watch the movie’ you whined, jutting out your bottom lip and making your eyes big, playfully smacking him on the chest, jisung deadpanning at your attempt to get him to actually watch the movie. ‘watch the movie’ he mimicked you in a tiny, whiney voice, scrunching his nose back at you, giving you a cheeky smile before returning his eyes back to the screen. you narrowed your eyes at him, getting comfortable in his side again. in the span of the two of you bickering, you had completely forgotten where you were in the movie, until the scene went dark, and Peter lays in the hot tub.

oh. you were at that part. the kissing part.

you could feel jisung shift uncomfortably next to you, his body tensing up slightly as Lara Jean climbed into the hot tub with Peter, tension in the air in both the scene and between you and jisung. you knew jisung cringed whenever a kissing scene came on, and when Peter grabbed Lara’s leg and threw it over his waist so that she was straddling him, the two of them leaning in to share a steamy kiss in the hot tub, jisung flailed his impossibly long limbs around, nearly knocking over your bowl of popcorn. seriously, this boy was a walking noodle. ‘this is so gross! god, why do you like watching these things?’ he huffed, covering his eyes with his large hands, dragging them down his face, glaring at you with a very unamused expression on his face. ‘what?! theyre in love!’ you clasped your hands together, an exaggerated sigh leaving your lips as you pretend-fainted onto jisungs shoulder, looking up at your best friend with sparkling eyes. ‘i wish i had a tall, handsome boyfriend to come sweep me off my feet and kiss me like that!’ you stuck your tongue out at jisung, sitting up and crossing your arms.

jisung felt himself stiffen at the sight of your pink tongue peeking through your soft lips, gulping as he rolled his eyes once again, trying to ignore his heart that was beating at a rapid pace. ‘you have a tall, handsome boy right next to you’ he mumbled, deadpanning you once again. did this boy ever smile? it was hard for you to take him seriously, so you just let out a nervous laugh. ‘ji, we’re best friends, almost like siblings. if we kissed i think that’d be like, lowkey incest’ you tried to hide the shakiness in your voice. you couldnt even hear the movie playing in the background anymore, the sound of your beating heart muffling out any sound in your ears.

if the lights werent off, surrounding the room in darkness except for the tv, you’re sure jisung would be able to see your beet-red cheeks. the eye contact the two of you held was almost uncomfortable, an invisible string seeming to bring the two of you closer. jisung took the bowl of popcorn from between your legs, putting it on the coffee table before he crawled over you, your back now pressed against the seats of the sofa, jisung caging over you, looking up at him with wide eyes.

‘ji, what are you-‘

‘kiss me’ he said, his expression rock solid, contrasting the way he was nearly sweating and the way his heart was about to explode out of his chest. you nearly choked on your own saliva, the bluntness of his words making your heart skip a beat. ‘what?! why me? why dont YOU kiss me?’ you complained, feeling your breath become labored at the change of the air between you.

‘why do i have to do everything?’ he mumbled, taking a deep breath of air through his nose before he leaned down and connected his lips with yours.

your eyes shot open in a split second, a small scream threatening to escape your mouth. you didnt actually expect him, your best friend and life-long crush, to KISS you. there was no way he was kissing you, right? his lips were way too soft and the way his hair brushed against your forehead was almost too perfect, this couldnt be real, you had to be dreaming. you closed your eyes, expecting this to all end by the next time you opened your eyes, hopefully waking up from this dream.

that was until he breathed out, the cool air fanning across your skin, his tongue lightly swiping over your bottom lip. that set off electric sparks to flow all the way through your body, stopping at your fingertips. you gasped, parting your lips, allowing jisung to playfully lick at your tongue before he pulled back, looking down at you with wide, blown out eyes, your eyes the same way.

‘was that too much? shit, im sorry i shouldnt have kissed you, fuck-‘

you cut him off, grabbing the back of his neck and crashing your lips back into his, this kiss slower, no tongue, just the feeling of your lips molding together. it was so intimate, almost too much to handle. you couldnt explain the feelings that were blooming from your heart. you were happy, shocked, and you wanted to cry all at the same time. jisung pulled away again, the two of you out of breath, hearts threatening to leap out of your chests.

you could feel the tears threatening to escape your eyes, and instead of letting jisung see you get all emotional over a kiss, you started to smack at his arms until he was no longer over you, leaning back to sit on his heels. ‘jisung! why did you kiss me?!’ you yelled at him, still smacking the boy anywhere you could reach him. ‘ow! ow! fuck-y/n! stop hitting me!’ he brought his arms to his face, trying to curl up in a ball to shield himself from your ruthless attack on him (as if a boy his height could actually manage to make himself small).

you felt him grab your wrists with his hands, his scowl softened when he was finally able to see your face, your eyes shiny and cheeks wet. ‘hey, hey, what happened?’ his deep voice held concern and fright in it, afraid he had done something to hurt you. you sniffled, looking at the bowl of popcorn, avoiding eye contact. ‘y/n, im sorry for kissing you, if you dont feel the same way thats totally fine.’ he said with a soft voice, releasing one of your wrists to wipe the trails of tears from your cheeks with his thumb.

‘god, youre so dumb’ you mumbled, looking at him. his eyebrows knit together in confusion, lips slightly parted. ‘of course i feel the same way! that’s why im crying! do you know how long i’ve liked you?’ you exclaimed, making jisung fall silent.

you, the girl of park jisung’s dreams, and his best friend of 15 years, actually liked him back?

he looked at you with wide eyes, unable to believe what was happening. ‘do you know how long i’ve liked YOU?? i thought i made myself obvious! all of the cuddle sessions we had, the times we’ve held hands, when i play with your hair, i just thought you didn’t like me back!’ he complained, running a hand through his black hair out of frustration. jisung looked you dead in the eyes, fumbling his hands around to find yours, lacing your fingers together.

‘so you’re telling me, this whole time we’ve both liked eachother? we just never saw the signs?’ you said in a shaky voice, blushing when you saw your small hands holding jisung’s big ones. something about this felt different, the way his hands cradled yours, his thumb running over yours in the most perfect way. it made both of your hearts race, a pink tint coming up to rest on your cheeks.

‘uh, no shit, sherlock’ jisung teased, giving you one of his heart-melting smiles, raising your interlocked hands up to his face, kissing the back of your hands. you stuck out your tongue at him, unable to hold back the giggle that was bubbling in your chest. ‘ji?’ you whispered, looking down at your hands once again. ‘yeah?’ he leaned in slightly, unable to hear you clearly.

‘i think i’m in love with you, actually’ you looked back up at jisung, and thats when it hit him. your red nose, pink cheeks, puffy, sparkling eyes and soft, kiss-swollen lips. ‘i-‘ his voice cracked, clearing his throat.

‘i think i’m in love with you too, y/n’

your eyes widened, a big smile spreading across your lips, jisung matching your expression. you reached over and grabbed a hand-full of the now soggy popcorn, hurling it at him, bursting out in a fit of giggles. ‘jisung! you’re so cheesy! cheesier than this movie!’ you playfully wrestled with him, laughs and screams filling the living room. ‘yah! thats gonna stain the couch and when jaemin yells at me for it im not gonna cover for you!’ jisung threatens, finally getting his feet on your stomach to kick you off of him.

your laughing dies down, a comfortable silence filling the air. you two just sit there, staring at eachother, admiring eachother’s features. your heart swells up for the millionth time that night, reaching up and brushing his hair back and out of his face. jisung turns his head and playfully licks at your hand, chuckling at the way you pull back, a grimace on your pretty face.

you purse your lips at jisung. ‘so..does this mean i can call you my boyfriend?’ you asked in a tiny voice, scooting closer to him, your knees bumping together. ‘only if i get to call you my girlfriend’ jisung leans in and rubs his nose against yours, giving it a quick peck right after.

you smile, the two of you looking at eachother like you two put stars in the sky.

‘i like the sound of that’, you say, sealing the deal with a kiss.

[babykyunbun]

Apologies||Mark Lee

🌜Pairing🌛: Mark Lee and f-reader

🌜summery🌛: smut, minor angst, fluff,,hand holding, kissing, fucking, oral, couch sex,praising,biting,marking,unprotected sex(wrap it up please:))masturbation,pull out method, cumming on stomach. it’s soft because I’m soft for him. Or am I? I don’t know honestly.

I know I write a lot about him but like, I love him a whole lot...anyway enjoy sweethearts. I didn’t expect to be out all day today, and this will be published about 11 pm and I’m most probably gonna pass out right after that but I promise I will post another request tomorrow♡

Also “no manners”,,yes listen to it

Yep, you are now my ✔️anon:)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After about 4 hours you left the bedroom, your hair messy and all over the place. Your cheeks still red and puffy, a slight sting still in your eyes. You looked a mess but you honestly couldn’t give 2 flying fucks. You slowly walked into the kitchen, playing with the hem of marks shirt to calm your nerves. You never meant to upset him, make him angry. You never meant to scream at him when he was only trying to help.

“I made you dinner, it’s in the microwave so no flies got to it” you jump slightly turning around meeting his gaze, you nod your head moving around the kitchen to the microwave. Mark just leaned against the wall watching you, a slight twinge in his heart at the sight of your tear stained cheeks. You grab the food out, removing the foil that protected it, a small smile gracing your lips. He made you spaghetti bolognese, one of yours and his favourites.

“Thank you, I’m sorry I didn’t eat with you” you whisper out, turning around to look at him but your gaze slowly moving to the floor as small droplets fell fromyour eyes. You feel his arms wrap around you, pushing you to the counter until your back softly hit the edge. His hand running up to wipe the tears that had fallen, placing a small chaste kiss to your forehead.

“Come on, ill grab your tea, go sit on the couch” he says before placing one last kiss to your forehead, you nod before walking to the Living room. Stopping in your tracks as you notice what is playing on the tv, the nightmare before Christmas.

“Baby, it’s not even Halloween,or Christmas” you say loud enough for him to hear. Giggling at the faint response “dont judge me”. You lean your head on the pillow next to you, noticing it was marks from the bedroom. You pushed your face into the silk, breathing in the scent of his coconut shampoo.

“No falling asleep on me yet, angel” he chuckles, placing your tea on the side which he had heated up with a glass of which you thought was wine but is actually cranberry juice. You pull yourself up, leaning forward to grab your dinner before placing your head on his shoulder. Shovelling a spoonful of spaghetti into your mouth, moaning at the taste of it. You hadn’t had it in a while and you missed it.

“taste good Hm?” He says to which you nod your head, turning your attention to the movie.

~~~~~~~~~

You definitely didn’t expect this, you thought you’d just have a quiet night, cuddles, kisses and sleep. But you found yourself lying back against the couch.naked. Mark in between your legs, marking up your the soft skin of your thighs. Pink splotches covering your inner thighs, his teeth biting down softly onto the flesh.

Small whines leaving your plump lips, your fingers running through his silky black hair. His lips getting closer to your heat, where you needed him the most. “You want my tongue Hm? Or my fingers? Both?” He groans out, blowing against your wetness,Feeling goosebumps rise up your skin.

“Please, f-fuck please mark” you whimper out, bucking your hips up into the air. Wanting more friction. He shushes you before licking a long stripe up your folds, a sweet groan leaving his lips, telling you you tasted good. Your fingers immediately gripped his hair tighter, a drawn out whine leaving you. His cold fingertips meeting your sopping hole. Slowly pushing his middle finger in, working up his speed before slipping in another. Spreading you up for him. His other hand taking one of your hands and lacing your fingers together.

His lips attacking your clit, sucking,while his fingers pumped into you. Your loud moans filling the room, the smell of sex already in the air. “Just like that, your fingers fill me up so g-good fuck yes”.

He pulls away from you, still keeping the pace of his fingers. “I can’t wait for you to be wrapped around me, hugging my cock” he groans, before diving back in. Letting his tongue swirl around your wetness, taking in your essence. You let your head fall back against his pillow again, letting yourself drown in the pleasure and the scent of him.

The feeling of a soft fire filled in the pit of your stomach, you clenched around his digits, bucking your hips to meet with his thrusts.

“just fuck me, I’m so close” you whisper, feeling the knot in your tummy tighten slowly as the minutes go by. Your hand moving down to rub his shoulder, pushing him away slightly. He looks up at you, pushing him self up, your juices covering his mouth. A small smile forming on his face as he pokes his tongue out to lick his lips.

“You’re so beautiful you know, I’m sorry about today it’s just you know about work and stuff. Like It’s just stressful, but I shouldn’t take it out on you” he says, letting his eyes fall to the tv then back to you. You just nod your head moving to kiss his lips, tasting yourself.

“Don’t be sorry” you whisper pressing your lips to his again, pulling away shortly to look back in his eyes, the way his eyes stared deeply back into yours. You felt your heart skip a beat. “But if you’re gonna fuck me right here, we are gonna have to pause the movie because I don’t want jack singing when you’re plowing me”.

“Okay okay, but don’t you think it sets the hallo-okay I’m pausing it” he giggles reaching over to pause the tv as you swing your arm. He moves off of you pulling the rest of his clothes off, which were just his sweats.

“No boxers, what were you planning?” A questioning expression written on your face, his cheeks heat up and he lets out a loud sigh. Rolling his head back to hide his face.

“We’ll you technically locked me out of our bedroom for hours and I was doing something before you decided to lock me out and, that’s all I’m saying” he says quickly before gripping the sides of your thighs, slotting himself back between your legs. You let it slide for now but you’re definitely gonna ask him what he was doing even though you knew.

One of his hands gripped the arm of the couch, his other tapping your thigh so you’d wrap your legs around his waist. “Wait, condom” he groans, going to get up again before you reach for him. You shake your head pulling him into you.

“Just pull out, unless you want to use one” you say, lacing your fingers with his again. His eyes slowly widen but soon he pushes the thoughts away and slowly pushes into you after making sure his dick was soaked in your juices. The smallest whimpers leaving you, the feeling of him filling you up.

As soon as he feels you clench around him, he slowly draws back before pushing into you again. His fingers squeezing yours as he pushes himself into you more. Pushing his face into the crook of your neck, leaving the smallest marks. Your lonely hand running up and down his back, leaving faint scratches. You’re so glad your boyfriend doesn’t take his shirts off in concerts or everyone would know how not so innocent he is.

Soon,Both of your moans filled the dark room and the smell of sex was very prominent. Sweat dripped from both of your body’s, the feeling of heat affecting you but the pleasure that you felt blocked that out. The huffs and puffs that left marks lips ringed through your ears, the small growls he’d let out when you clenched around his cock. Had your whole body on fire.

The minutes began passing by, the pleasing aching in your tummy becoming more prominent. Heat washing over your lower half, the knot in your tummy tightening. Feeling yourself slowly falling over the edge you gripped onto mark. Whispering small pleas into his ear, your hips meeting his.

“Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock you deserve it” he whimpers, holding himself back but it was becoming hard by the way you tightened around him like crazy. The warmth surrounding his dick, like a blanket.

You nod your head pathetically, long whimpers leaving you as you feel yourself fall apart. Your body out of control as you couldn’t hold yourself still, your limbs flailing and gripping at anything you could grip.

Mark had to pull out to avoid cumming in you, but his fingers rubbed your clit making your heavenly high carry on for a little longer.

His fist clenching around his cock as he pumped up and down getting himself there, small whines leaving him too which definitely made you 100x more soaked. Soon you felt hot robes of his cum hit your tummy, you stared down at him your eyes wide at the beautiful sight infront of you. God, you could watch this all day.

He sat there for a couple of second, his breathing erratic, cum still dripping from his reddened tip. You let your head fall back, closing your eyes trying to calm your breathing. You felt yourself slowly drift Into a calmful state before marks breathless voice filled your ears.

“Now can I unpause the movie”

[itsthestutterforme]

Teaching (Alec Lightwood)

Since I came into town, I've been having awkward interactions with Alec. The first time we met, he basically saw me dancing around Magnus' house in my bra and underwear. Mind you, I'm Magnus' sister but I'm comfortable with my body. Alec thought something else and nearly popped a vein in his head.

A few days later, Alec slept over again without me knowing. I was baking some cupcakes with my headphones in. My favorite song came on and I started twerking, right in front of Alec. Since then, I've just been staying in my room and microwaving things fully clothed and normal.

"Hey, is Magnus here?" Alec asks as I pull my ramen out of the microwave. "Uh, no, he went out." Alex sighs and I add, "Trouble in paradise?" "When is it not? I always seem to mess things up." "A relationship with no fights and disagreements is impossible. It's how you handle them that matters."

"I'm.. I'm not good at displaying your emotions." "I would say me too, but I think that's more of a Shadowhunter thing. We all have something we need to improve on. "Oh really? Okay, what do you need to improve on?" "I.. can't trust people all that well. I can't 100% trust anyone besides Mag and because of that, I have no friends and can't keep a long term relationship."

"Wow, I thought you were going to say something along the lines of I'm not that attractive. That was a lot deeper than I anticipated." "It's the truth. Over the centuries, people in general have disappointed me more times than I can count. So I just stopped letting them in."

"But moving onto your boyfriend problems. What did you do with your other boyfriends," "I don't have other boyfriends," "You-- are you-- that makes so much more sense." "What's that suppose to mean?" "That explains why you're so tense and rigid. It's like you don't know how to relax."

"I know how to relax," "Prove it then," I watch as Alec tries to sit down and say, "That's your way of relaxing?" "You know what? I don't have time for this." "Yes, you do. If you want to know how to do better, I can teach you but you need to have a lot more patience than that."

"How am I suppose to learn from you?" "First, I never said I was a horrible girlfriend, I just said that I have trust issues. Second, I'm Magnus' sister. I know him better than anyone." "Fine, what do I have to do."

**

It's been a few weeks that I've been helping Alec and things have been good. He's been progressing, but so was something else. Of course, I've been supressing this but I can't control them in my dreams. "Kiss me," Alec says. "No," I stand from the couch and walk away from the living room. I feel a hand on my wrist pulling me back.

I turn around and hold my cheek as he kisses me. He walks me back to the couch and lays me on my back as he lifts my shirt. He softly kisses up my stomach and started to squirm under his touch. "Y/N?" A hear a voice call. I feel a warm hand on my shoulder and I jolt awake to see Alec standing over me.

"You okay? You made a grumbling noise and started sweating. Bad dream?" He asks. "Yeah, bad dream." "What about cuddling?" He suggests. "I'm sorry?" "I've been doing some reading and cuddling seems like a nice way to display affection." "You're right about that one." "So scoot over, I want to see what is the right way."

I reluctantly scoot over and Alec climbs into bed with me. He wraps an arm around my waist but it was tense and hard as a rock. "No, it's more like this. Turn around, I'll be big spoon." "Big what?" "I'll explain that later, just turn around."

He complied and I slide my leg in between his. I put my arm underneath his and link his hand with mine. "So you do this, wrap the arms and legs together. That's the basic way to cuddle: spooning."

"And what are the other ways?" "The other ways are more intimate. You'll learn them eventually." "Come on. Show me." "No, Alec. They're too personal." "What do you mean personal? We're close friends now, right?" "Yes, we are. But..."

Alec holds the sides of my face like he did in my dream. "Please, Y/N." I didn't realize how close our faces were until now. "I'm sorry, I cant-- I can't do this anymore." I pull away from him and rush out of the room.

**

I've been avoiding Alec as much as I can so I can try to suppress the feelings I have for him. "It's you isnt it?" "What do you mean?" "You're the one that has been helping Alec with us?" " You caught me," "Thank you, I really appreciate it."

Magnus hugs me and I hug him back. "No problem," "You know what, we should all have dinner together." "Hm?" "Yeah, me, you and Alec." "Uh, why?" "Well, we haven't had dinner together in a while."

"Alright, when do you want to do it? What are you in the mood for?" "Tonight, and I was thinking Chinese." "Can't go wrong with Chinese,"

Flash forward to later that day, Alec decided to sit right in front of me. I desperately tried to avoid eye contact and he desperately tried to get my attention. "Alright guys, I'll get the Chinese. I'll be back. Don't burn the house down." He leaves the loft and I say, "I need to go to the bathroom."

"Y/N, please stop this. Talk to me, tell me what I did wrong?" "That's the problem. You did nothing wrong, you're just being yourself." "Then, why do you keep avoiding me?" "I'm doing it for me, to protect and punish myself at the same time." "Y/N, you're not making any sense."

"I have feelings for you when I 100% know that I shouldn't. So I'm avoiding you until they're gone " "Damn it," "I know, I'm sorry." "No, it's not that. I.. I fell for you too but I knew you didn't have the same feelings so I.." "No, uh-huh. This can't happen, Alec. Magnus has been through way too much to have something like this happen."

"But we can't help--" "Yes, we can. We can suppress it and it'll eventually go away." "Or it will only become stronger." Alec says. "Just drop it. Magnus will be back soon." "Kiss me," "No, and don't you dare break his heart, you hear me?" "Too late," We both look over to Magnus and I immediately run over to him.

"How much of that did you hear?" "Him telling you to kiss him." Magnus looked to Alec and I could tell that he was debating on sending him through a wall. "You should go, Alec." "Alright, but we still need to talk."

"No we don't," "Please just.. help me understand this because I have no idea why or how I feel this way. I--" "I'll think about it but don't count on it." Alec reluctantly left and Magnus collapsed into my arms. "Why.. why does this keep happening to me." He croaks. "Im such a bad sister. All I wanted to do was help and I fucked things up, like always."

"Me and Alec weren't meant to be. But maybe you guys are." "What? Hell no, I am not going to do anything with him. Did you forget the sibling code? The other sibling never sleeps with or dates their siblings significant other."

"But it's clearly a two way relationship, you like him and he likes you." "No, Magnus. It's not going to happen, drop it." "Come on, let's eat this Chinese." I add.

**

Turns out, the Shadowhunters needed some help from warlocks in order to track and defeat Valentine. Which I find ironic, because Shadowhunters always tried so hard to put us Downworlders down. And in the end game, they need our help. Everything in me is saying to be petty, but that wouldn't have helped anybody so I kept it to myself.

Magnus and I walked into the Institute and Alec's mother was holding a meeting. Alec and I immediately lock eyes and quickly find a seat in the back. Magnus followed me and when the meeting was over, Alec went to find Y/N. "We need to talk." "If it's not about stopping Valentine, then I dont want to hear it."

"Come on, Y/N. Give him a chance." "What? Why are you supporting this?" "Because you deserve to be happy." "He does not make my happy." "Then how would explain your dreams about him?" "Wanting something that I couldn't have. The dreams stopped, by the way." "Your feelings for him didn't." "Wh--" "Go," Magnus pushes me into Alec's chest.

Alec catches me and we look into each other's eyes for a moment. "You have five minutes." He follows me into a random hallway. "You still have dreams about me?" "No, I don't." "Quit lying to yourself." "What isn't clicking, Alec? This cannot happen. You are my brother's ex-boy--" Alec slams his lips on mine and holds my arms above my head.

He continued to kiss me and I wasn't fighting it at all. He lets go of my hands and they find themselves into his hair. He holds my hips and hums against my lips. He finally pulls away from my lips and we are both breathless. "Wow,"

[turtle-steverogers]

WTF is Cats About?

ralbert and cats the musical :)

warnings: none, cept cats the musical (if ur a cats stan, i swear im not making fun of it,,,,just,,,,,cats)

ship: ralbert

word count: 1577

editing: no lmao...CATS

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Albert likes to think he’s gotten used to all of Race’s funny quirks and little habits.  He’d long since given up on getting him to stop biting his nails and the whole twirling his hair while he relaxes thing is pretty endearing.  But there are some things that still surprise him.  

Like his utterly amazing habit of withholding big life changes until they’re glaringly important and then announcing them as if he’s commenting on the weather.

Which is why Albert basically spits his tea all over his laptop one morning when Race announces he’s been cast in the fucking Broadway revival of Cats.

Fucking Cats.

Albert doesn’t even know what Cats is about.  Not that he’s ever really had the desire to know.  The whole show is a little too...furry for him.

It had been a mild Sunday morning up until then.  The sky was clear and blue and the sun rays hit just right on their bed, waking them up, but not disturbing them.  They’d lounged around for a few hours, switching between lazy morning cuddles and tiredly making out.  Life since moving to the City together had been exhilarating.  The freedom they’d once yearned for so heavily was finally at their fingertips, lending them the time to focus on their dreams and basking in the post college glow of their early adulthood.

Race worked at the local pizza joint when he wasn’t auditioning for whatever he could find casting calls for (which apparently included fucking Cats the fucking musical).  It was a good gig for him; it kept him busy and entertained.  Something Albert struggled to do single-handedly.

Albert on the other hand worked at a dingy mechanics shop a few blocks away, fixing up old cars on the side while working his way through the prestigious culinary grad program he’d somehow managed to get into.  All in all, they were doing well for themselves as 24 year olds living alone in New York City.

Somehow, they’d managed to drag themselves out of bed and into the kitchen, where Albert fixed them a modest breakfast of omelettes before docking at the counter to sort through some emails.  

Race was sitting next to him, absentmindedly petting Chips, their orange tabby, when he states, “I got cast in the Broadway revival of Cats.”

Albert pauses mid-type, glancing up at his boyfriend, who’s still intently looking at Chips, running his hand down the length of his back, “You what!?”

Race takes a deep breath, then repeats, “I got cast in the Broadway revival of Cats.”

Albert’s been rendered speechless by Race plenty of times in his 6+ years of knowing him.  But he’s never felt quite as...dumbfounded before.

“You got cast...in Cats?” He asks slowly, before shaking his head and backing up, “Wait, no, hang on, hang on...you auditioned for fucking Cats?”

Race ducks his head, a blush forming under his collar and around his ears, “Uh, yeah, I meant to mention it...but it never came up?”

Albert blinks again, “Who- what- what even is Cats?”

Race goes to answer, then closes his mouth hastily, “I don’t...actually really know…”

“How don’t you know?  You’re in the damn show!”

“I was only just cast!  I don’t know it that well yet!”

Albert makes a choked noise, “Okay, but you should at least know what the fuck the show is about if you went through a damn audition process- wait, when was this even happening? What- I’m so confused right now...my fucking boyfriend got cast in a Broadway musical- FUCKING CATS- and I didn’t even know he was auditioning.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you!” Race says, looking alarmed at Albert’s impending Cats- induced mental breakdown.  Chips gives an annoyed meow at the lack of attention being bestowed onto her and leaps off the counter, trotting away to find Queso, their golden doodle.

“I mean, you’re not entitled to tell me everything about your life, just...wow, I mean, this is big,” Albert scrubs a hand down his face, “I didn’t do anything to make you feel like you couldn’t share this with me, did I?”

Race’s face softens, “No, of course not, Albie,” he sighs, reaching across the table and linking their hands together, “I just got caught up in everything...sometimes things just feel so busy and overwhelming and I like to process it alone before letting other people in on it.”

Albert squeezes his hand, “That’s understandable,” he smiles, bending down to kiss his knuckles, “And congrats! I’m so proud of you! I mean, fucking Broadway...my boyfriend’s gonna be on Broadway.”

Race beams, “Thanks.”

“We have to celebrate,” Albert concludes, “I’m calling Spot and the others.  You better not have work tonight, ‘cause we’re going out for drinks.”

Race shakes his head, bemused, as Albert pulls out his phone to text their group chat.  

“Fucking Cats…” Albert murmurs as he sends the text, “Fuckin’....Cats.”

XXX

“Can you say that your bite is worse than your bark?  Are you cock of the walk when you’re walking alone?  Because jellicles are and jellicles do, jellicles do and jellicles would, jellicles would and…”

Albert freezes in the doorway to their apartment, slowly closing the door behind him as he strains his ears.  He follows the sound of the weirdly tempoed music to the kitchen, where Race is bopping around by the microwave, reheating last night’s dinner of chicken curry.

“Hey,” Albert calls, setting the groceries on the counter.

Race glances over, flashing Albert a smile and turning down the music a few notches.

“Hey, yourself,” he says, pulling his bowl out of the microwave and stirring it a bit with a fork to cool it down.

Albert crosses to him, pecking him on the lips quickly and grabbing a glass for water.

“Jellicles can and jellicles do, jellicles can and jellicles do…”

Albert wrinkles his nose, “the fuck even is a jellicle?”

Race shrugs, shoveling a forkful of curry into his mouth, “Dunno, some type of cat?  Google it.”

Albert hums, “So this is Cats then?  Interesting music.”

“I know, it’s kinda weird,” Race says, perching at the counter, “But it grows on you.  Rehearsal started today, so…”

“Yeah, you mentioned that,” Albert places his glass in the sink and leans against the counter, “How’d it go?”

“Pretty well, I made a few friends,” Race says, “Jojo’s in it.”

Albert smiles, “No kidding! That’s crazy.”

“Right?  I didn’t even know he was auditioning!”

“Seems to be the trend with this show.”

“I get it, I get it,” Race rolls his eyes, looking a little guilty.

“Jellicle songs for jellicle cats, jellicle songs for jellicle cats, jellicle songs for jellicle…”

“If they say ‘jellicle’ one more time I’m going to shoot myself,” Albert growls.

Race whips his head up, eyes slightly wide, “Oh, honey, you are not going to make it through this one…”

“Fantastic.”

XXX

“Hey, Race, have you seen my- WHAT THE FUCK!”

Race turns away from the bathroom mirror, fixing Albert with an innocent look.

“Have I seen your what?” He asks.

“No,” Albert says, pointing a finger, “First answer what the FUCK happened to your face.”

Race turns back to the mirror, dabbing some more orange cream foundation around his eyes.  Disturbingly, Albert notes that his makeup design looks very similar to Chips.

“Gotta do our own makeup for the show,” Race answers, padding a generous amount of setting powder around his face, “I’m practising.”

“Right…” Albert rakes his eyes over Race’s features.  So far, the makeup only spans on his face and down his neck a little, “What else does your costume entail exactly?”

Race grins wickedly and Albert swallows.  

“Oh, you’ll see.”

XXX

“Do you like my tail?”

Albert slowly closes his book, praying for strength as he looks up.  Race is standing by the doorway, rehearsal bag dropped at his feet.  His face is smudged- like he tried and failed to clean off all the layers of his meticulous cat makeup.  He’s dressed normally in adidas workout pants and a random t-shirt from a color run they did years back.  Protruding (Albert doesn’t wanna know how, but alas) from his backside is an orange tabby cat tail.

“Did you choose to be the same kind of cat as Chips?  Or was it some sort of creepy coincidence,” Albert deadpans, refusing to look at the tail longer than he has to and keeping his eyes fixed on Race’s face.

Race’s smile drops a fraction of an inch, “Wait, it’s weird that I chose to be her breed?”

Albert groans and picks back up his book.

XXX

“Congratulations!” 

Albert is met with a faceful of Race’s blond curls as the cast comes swarming out of the stagedoor.  He smells like makeup remover and sweat, but Albert doesn’t care as he kisses him, pride swelling in his chest.  

He doesn’t think he’ll ever get over the exhilarating feeling of seeing Race shine onstage.

“Thanks!” Race looks high on adrenaline and Albert never wants that light to leave his eyes, “What did you think?”

“You were so good!  Everyone was!  And the music was all better than I first thought it would be,” Albert said, playfully swaying them back and forth where they stood, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around Race, “Just one question.”

Race cocks his head, “what’s up?”

“What the fuck is Cats about?”

Race tips his head back and laughs, “I still have no fucking clue.”

-

the word ‘cats’ doesn’t even sound real anymore and i think that’s fitting

thanks for reading, chiefs

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