#im ready for a migration no joke!

[shukakumoodboard]

anon i hope you are able to find this because you asked my original blog and i’m trying to stealthily migrate so my irls can't find me dkgjhfkjl

answers below the cut <3

would you like some fandomy thoughts?

1. list 3 positive things about your current fandom(s) [which ofc im answering for gaalee]

the discord i'm in for it is the highlight of my day and forms approximately 65% of my social life! who knew you could hyperfixate on some gay ninjas and as a result, end up visiting people irl and getting christmas cards and making incredible friends all over the world? pretty sure i have standing invites to homes in at least 3 different countries rn. incredible

fic quality is fuckin'. superior. and i'm not saying that because i write, i'm saying that as a reader. it's a smallish fandom and yet there's folks who can write full-length novels like @sagemoderocklee and @the-moss-project, people who can write every possible trope and au greyson's georg @ghoste-catte and @urieskooki and so many others i couldn't list them all. it's beyond obvious that the authors who write the gaalees are SO passionate about them. writers i lov you evryday

seguing from that into art!?!? pleas i have a dragon hoard of fanart only for my fics and there's over 100 pieces. A HUNDRED ARE TIOYU GIKISDINDIGME. giving u all a kissy rn. also the way i can get on discord and get immediately smacked in the face with bespoke paneenis liike every day help. gheelpp don't look at me. i will save my money and commission every one of u if its the last htign i do

2. a headcanon you weren’t sure about at first but have come to like!

oho! ready for this one? i was initially not super on board with hairy!lee. what was i on actually. me, a Wrong, and now i will purposefully include it in every fic as a sign of penance for my sins

3. answered!

4. say something nice about a ship you don’t ship (it can be another ship in your fandom, a mutual’s OTP, etc)

those who know me know that i strictly see leesaku as a brOTP, like those dudes are buddies to me. but that being said, i think leesaku as a romantic pairing is far healthier for sakura than her canon partner. lee is capable of so much love and forgiveness and they do parallel each other so much as the like... "underdog"/non-gifted member of their respective teams. she deserves love and support and understanding and lee would be genuinely ideal for it.

5. something you see in fics a lot and love

sunans (and team gai) being multilingual. oml one of my fave headcanons. you cannot tell me these different countries with different isolated villages are all casually speaking the same language when in big chunks of nart they didn't even like. get along properly. i loooove the concept of a shinobi common tongue and regional languages. further on that same thing, given team gai is pretty chinese-coded, i think it makes sense that they'd also be speaking another langauge, whether taught by gai or just because of their own independent histories or whatever. @sagemoderocklee has some truly stunning worldbuilding and it where i got my love for this hc from <3

6. something you see in art a lot and love

h-h-h-hHEIGHT DIFFERENCEEEEEEE

ok joking aside i refuse to believe gaara made it past like 5'3" that man did not sleep for his whole adolescence. conversely lee was probably on the Optimum Macros and that healthy eating would 100% contribute to maximum height gains etc. that man deserves to be 6 feet tall, that's my opinion and im right

thank you so much for the opportunity to gush about my blorbos <3

#gaalee #gaara #rock lee #team gai #leesaku #sakura haruno #fictalk #answers #writing gronp hours #also if anyone i @ed is like who dis itsa me kel

[roguestarsailor]

Am sad that one of my good friends I met when I was new here doesn’t like it here and is planning on moving by spring!!! Absolutely DEVASTATING and I didn’t think the time for migrating friends could come so soon..and my second good friend (whose also good friends with this friend) is thinking about moving in a year or two!!! What!!! Im feeling anticipating sadness about all of this and now I feel this urgency to do as much as possible with them before they go.. I cannot imagine the dynamic when they’re gone! I truly think of them as my genuine friends and they made moving and being in this new city 100000x better.

But growth for me is that im pausing and thinking about my own needs. I think it’d be so fun and spontaneous of me to move with them to NYC (we’ve joked about it and NYC is popping off) and stay close to them…but I think I need to stick it out here. I wanted to be here and though I am not loving this city like I thought I would but I feel like my growth here is so important. Times like this reminds me of my lag (since they know what it’s like to live in different cities and one has been here for almost two years now). Like if I had tried harder I would have been out here sooner I’d feel like yes im ready to bounce too but none of that for now.

Right now though, I’m only sad that they are planning on leaving and sad our paths calls for such different directions. I don’t know what that would look like with them gone because it felt like fate to meet those two here and I genuinely feel good around them. I have to forge new connections with some other people soon and that is something I’m dreading :(

#amandathoughts #friendship #sad again!! #ok stop anticipating bad things #they’re are still here #(im talking about myself)

[unseeliekey]

Shuichi and Kokichi getting married 💜💙 What do you think that would be like?

IM SORRY IVE BEEN SITTING ON THIS ASK FOR SO LONG I JUST. I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ON IT AND I WANTED TO DO IT JUSTICE. REST UNDER READMORE BECAUSE THIS GETS LONG.

I think! it depends a lot on the universe. i am going to ignore japan’s current stance on gay marriage for this. Post game/VR AU... I’m not sure if they would get married, but if they did, they’d go out of their way to avoid any kind of PR (maybe having learned from kaimaki’s mistakes.) It would either be very, very minimal, or... the whole class is invited (probably minus Shirogane) and it’s very big despite there being twelve guests in attendance- Angie magistrates, obviously! It’s a big affair- a little bittersweet at times, because how can it not be, and Kokichi jokes about his own death and Shuichi shoves cake in his face, and they both have people missing, but their friends are loud enough to make up for it.

It’s similar in a nondespair AU, I think, but... I like parties and I’m going to chat about them having a party! The whole class is invited (plus Shirogane this time) and so are Shuichi’s uncle, and DICE, and NO ONE ELSE. They’ve got some other friends- Shuichi through work, Kokichi through... Kokichi stuff, but not really wedding friends. I think both of them are actually quite private about it- Shuichi is shy, and the attention flusters him, and as much as Kokichi loves drama, he also. Does not like showing vulnerability and it probably gives him HIVES even thinking about it. Writing his vows takes months, (which is fine, because planning also takes months, and Shuichi has his vows down a week after they’re engaged but he spends the entire time overthinking them and ends up stammering when he actually reads them.) DICE end up having to drag Kokichi by his teeth to get out some genuine sentiments- but his still ends up filled with in-jokes and puns and on paper it’s very playful and teasing and fun, a nice contrast to Shuichi’s almost painfully earnest words.

and shuichi goes “oh. yeah. that’s fair actually.” and he ends up emailing their work emails that they never check so technically he told them. but they don’t rsvp and they don’t show up and he only thinks about them a few times.

Anyway! I don’t think the event is traditional at all. Planning is a disaster because Kokichi wants big and Shuichi wants Kokichi to have anything that makes him laugh, and Kokichi secretly wants little secret meanings everywhere. (Chess pieces on the cake, little fake detective pinboards, not-so-subtle floral language, objects that don’t mean anything to anyone but them.) Shuichi panics for a while about his friends, and his parents, and he overthinks it for a long time because he’s not sure if he wants to try and keep the event a little classier for them, or just say fuck it, because who knows if they’re even going to goddamn show up, right?

And Kokichi, who has already invited his nine people, just goes “okay, don’t invite them, then?”

And Shuichi flounders for a while because they’re his parents and it’s his wedding, and then he asks if Kokichi will be insulted if they don’t show up, to which Kokichi informs him that if they do, there’s a minor chance of a fist fight. 

Shuichi goes “you’ll fight my parents on our wedding day????”

And Kokichi goes “no, momota-chan will.”

Because his uncle is there! And Kaito is there (crying the whole way through) and Kaede! and Maki! and Himiko! and Kokichi.

I think in a post game, they walk up the aisle together, because tradition is stupid and they want to be close and they were making out two minutes before the band began to play. but in a universe where Kokichi has DICE with him? Shuichi can wait at the altar (which he is okay with, because, again, anxious) and Kokichi can walk up like the smuggest bastard you’ve ever seen. He does NOT have a veil. What he does have is the most ridiculous fucking cape you’ve ever seen. It’s white, and velvet, and furred, and bedazzled with ballet jewelery, and it takes all nine members of DICE to keep it from dragging all over the chairs around the aisle. It’s so stupid. He trips half way up. Shuichi, who is already dying of nerves, laughs so hard he almost falls over. 

A lot of things go wrong, I think. There’s only 26 people there and a photographer, and neither of them wanted to do rehearsals or anything, so the whole thing is being winged. Something gets set on fire at some point. They accidentally break open a bottle of vintage honeymoon wine from Rantaro instead of the champagne they were meant to be drinking. Kokichi’s white cape ends up stained, which he should have expected considering how stupid and big it is. Miu, weeping, calls them both whores in her speech- OH

 everyone gives a speech. Shuichi’s uncle doesn’t know many of these people that well (especially not the nine weirdos in evening gowns who no one had met prior to Kokichi disappearing to get ready), but every single one of them has something wonderful to say about his nephew. Some of the stories are ribald, or wild, or a little bit unbelievable- but every single person gets up to congratulate them, and most of them cry.

Anyway! after the speeches they all eat. and drink. there’s cake, but there’s also ice cream and pastries and a bowl of skittles that gets increasingly stick as it’s passed around, and people keep talking and keep laughing. Kokichi explicitly told DICE not to flirt with anyone, so naturally they do, with everyone, including Shuichi’s uncle, who is bemused at best. Shuichi has to run to set out a small fire at some point. 

A LIST OF GUESTS WHO CRY:

-Shuichi, choking up as soon as Kokichi reaches him and takes his hands, and then continuing to sniff for the rest of the evening and weep through all the speeches,

-Kiibo, all the way through the vows and uncontrollably,

-Kaito, pretending he isn’t, taking handkerchief after handkerchief from Kaede,

-Kaede, but politely, and she smiles the entire time

-all of DICE, at different points, but they all come up with increasingly stupid excuses for it,

-Korekiyo, who has to excuse himself after the ceremony- when Shuichi hunts him down, he expresses his apology for leaving and says he’s just too happy for them,

-Rantaro, a little, the second Kokichi looks up and wiggles his fingers to show off his ring,

-Miu, the entire way through her speech. Kokichi calls her a crybaby bitch halfway through when it looks like she might be about to break down completely, and that gives her enough strength to get through it,

-Tenko, but she won’t admit it,

-Himiko, openly, only a little bit because she wasn’t allowed to be the flower girl,

-Gonta. a lot. he is one of the happiest people there and he won’t stop crying. he’s embarrassed about it but he’s too happy to stop and he probably makes Kiibo start crying AGAIN at some point,

-Maki, oddly enough, but only when Kokichi and Shuichi move to go and dance. She tries to hide it and snaps at Kaito when he teases her, but when Kaede asks if she’s okay, because they all know she’s not the biggest fan of either Kokichi or the union, she quietly admits she’s crying about seeing Shuichi so happy.

and humiliatingly;

-Kokichi. a lot. through most of it. He gets halfway through his vows and he starts sobbing. Shuichi has to hold his hands to get him through it. He cries when DICE give their blessing and he cries when Shuichi’s uncle gruffly says he’s “a fine young man, though he doesn’t approve of his methods,” and he cries when he calls Miu a crybaby bitch and when Gonta hugs him and when Kiibo sobs into his shoulder and when Kaito musses up his hair and tells him to take care of Shuichi, and he cries through the kiss even though he’s smiling at the same time.

It’s hugely embarrassing to him and years later he refuses to admit to it ever happening despite the photographic evidence otherwise. Shuichi thinks it’s sweet- he’s proud that he managed to be that vulnerable around that many people. Kokichi has called him a slur after he expressed that sentiment.

There’s a last dance, though, after everyone has been dragged to various hotel rooms or passed out drunk, and they should clean up but instead they change the music to something slow- a waltz, maybe, with Shuichi adjusting the stupid cape and Kokichi reaching up to gently fix Shuichi’s tie (which has gotten a little rumpled by this point.) And they dance, with the lights a little lower and helium balloons sagging to the floor, and they dance. And maybe they repeat their vows- not the same words, but the same sentiments. Or maybe they don’t say anything at all.

There’s no first dance as such- music is played, and there’s wine, but Kaede is the first one to start dancing, dragging her date with her and tearing it up. Shuichi’s had a little too much attention, really, and he’s happy to sit back and chat a little more casually and hold Kokichi far too closely as they watch the others slowly migrate to the dancefloor. But after a while- when mostly everyone is dancing and his heart has stopped pounding quite so painfully, and he’s had just enough champagne to feel brave and Kokichi is looking so happy under the lights, he takes his hand and drags him over to the band and requests something- (i’m thinking the lovecats by the cure, both bc goth saihara rights and because it works very well for saiouma i think.) -and then he takes Kokichi’s hands again and they go dancing.

(and obviously everyone is staring at them now, because it’s their wedding, and with that cape how can you not- but Shuichi is too distracted to notice, or maybe too happy to feel self-conscious, and Kokichi is whispering something in his ear that makes him laugh and it’s kind of hard for everyone to look away from them, you know?)

Either way, when they get to their room they probably boink for a bit and then pass out only to be woken up late for their honeymoon two hours later by Rantaro, who knew this would happen and did warn them, and who receives a very nice postcard from France a few days later informing him that they made the flight. 

#pov: youre me and you made yourself emo with this #ANYWAY THANK U SO MUCH I LOVE ASKS LIKE THIS #MY GAY HEART IS THRIVING RN THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN #IVE BEEN THINKING ABT IT FOR DAYS #MAYBE I WANNA WRITE A WEDDING FIC????? #thank u again im. weeping softly #asks #chatter #wedding

[urmomsstuntdouble]

I would love to see you write something about a platonic relationship you really like, whether it’s writing or hcs!

omg im so sorry this took me so long! i have been. busy. but anyway. here you have banter between my two favorite idiots, Alfred Jones and Lorenzo Vargas :P

Their road trip was years in the making, and something the pair looked forward to, though neither could remember why they’d decided to take it. If Alfred remembered correctly, the plan for a road trip to the City was first made during their freshman year during gym class. Lorenzo really hated gym, so they passed the time by talking about the future. Alfred also hated gym, because everything was a watered down version of the actual sport. And dodgeballs were a weird texture.

Yet here they were, packing up Lorenzo’s car, a white Fiat that he theoretically shared with his little brother. Alfred wasn't even sure Feliciano had a copy of the keys. But that didn’t matter, because Feli wasn’t invited. It was a bros-only, post graduation celebratory trip to New York, four years in the making. In the weeks leading up to graduation, Alfred spent every lunch period outlining his plan for their getaway. Lorenzo thought it was kind of stupid, as a self proclaimed go-with-the-flow sort of guy. Just a go with the flow sort of guy who plans his outfits a week in advance, Alfred thought to himself as he lifted his suitcase into the trunk. 

“That’s everything,” He said to himself, then ran around the other side of the car to check if he was right. Blankets, cooler, airplane neck rest pillow thing, first aid kit…Okay, yeah, he had everything! “You ready, Lorenzo?” 

“Mhm,” Lorenzo said from the front seat. He slouched, unbuckled, with his phone in hand. “Looking up the directions now.” 

“Sick, dude,” Alfred said, and climbed into his seat. “We stopping by a gas station at all?”

“Mm-mm.” Lorenzo shook his head, “Filled her up last night.” He set his phone in the cupholder, and buckled his seatbelt. Alfred followed suit, strapping in. “Okay, let’s fuckin go.”

“You ready to see discount Italy?” Alfred asked. It was Lorenzo’s first time visiting New York. It was also Alfred’s, sort of. He’d been there for six hours one time at the airport, catching a plane to Vancouver. And the airport was technically in the city, so. Yeah, he’d been to New York!

“Yeah, yeah,” Lorenzo said, putting the car in drive. He leaned forward, peering over the steering wheel. He wasn't particularly short, he just liked to drive like that. “Honestly, if you’ve seen one you’ve seen ‘em all. It doesn’t compare, ya know?” 

“Mm,” Alfred said, “I get that, but also you can’t not compare all the other discount Italies.” 

“Oh, yeah, you can definitely compare those, and they all suck. No flavor, zero out of ten.” Lorenzo said. 

“I don't know man, New York hits different. It definitely tastes like something.” 

“Maybe you could lick the ground and find out,” Lorenzo mumbled. 

“Mmm, only if you pay me,” Alfred stretched, straightening his legs as far as they would go. Maybe he should migrate to the back seat, where he could extend further. 

“Pshh,” Lorenzo said, “No way, you’d ask for too much.” 

“Okay, well, how much would you give me to lick the ground? And what ground am I licking?” 

“Uh,” Lorenzo said, narrowing his eyes at the road. He was perched in an almost bird-like position, nose scrunched as he turned towards the highway. “Somewhere in Manhattan, and I’d give you twenty dollars.” Alfred felt his mouth dropping open, and a protest was already building in his throat when Lorenzo spoke up again. “Okay, I’d give you twenty and also pay for a drink- Anything you want!- To rinse your mouth out after.” Alfred closed his mouth, contemplating. 

“Anything?” 

“Yes, anything,” Lorenzo said, “Unless you want, like, one of those stupid fifty dollar Starbucks drinks.” 

“But you said-” 

“I am deciding the terms of this- this ground licking!” Lorenzo quipped, though he kept his eyes squinting at the road before him. 

“But it’s my tongue that’s in danger,” Alfred said, “Would you really deny me a $50 Starbucks drink? For my tongue rehab?”

“Tongue rehab,” Lorenzo said, shaking his head, though there was humor in his voice. 

“I mean, you suggested it, I was just- I was just putting a name to it,” Alfred said, “But yeah, it’s tongue rehab. What if there was pigeon shit on the ground?!” 

“Oh, there absolutely has been,” Lorenzo said, “But anyway. I’ll give you twenty dollars and a reasonably priced drink of your choice for your efforts.”

“Awesome,” Alfred said, then sighed. “God, don't you ever just want to be a carrier pigeon?” 

“No,” Lorenzo said.

“Imagine it,” Alfred said, dreamily. He threw his hands up, as if that illustrated his point. “Flying around as you pleased, but you have a mission-!”

“Ah yes, I always fantasize about being an airborne mailman.” 

“But its so much more than that!” Alfred insisted. Carrier pigeons were such an instrumental piece of New York’s culture…

“Okay,” Lorenzo said, almost laughing. He pressed down on the gas pedal, despite the yellow light ahead of them. 

“Bro, watch out for that yellow light,” Alfred said, gesturing. 

“I am,” Lorenzo said, speeding up further, “Don't worry, dude, I know how to drive.” 

“Okay, that might work on the girls at school, but- JESUS CHRIST-” Alfred’s hand flew up and grasped the little handle in the roof of the car. The light had turned red, but Lorenzo only pressed harder on the gas, despite another car almost ramming into his side. 

“Bro, what the fuck!” Alfred gasped, clutching his chest, “The traffic lights are there for a reason-!” 

“That’s just a suggestion,” Lorenzo said, “Calm down, you big baby.” Alfred swallowed, but didn't let go of the handle in the car’s roof. His heart was in his throat, but he could fix that- Alfred turned slightly, reaching into the back seat, and grabbed a Monster from the cooler.

“No the fuck it’s not,” Alfred said, “The lights are there for a reason, dude!” 

“Okay,” Lorenzo joked, “Guess its a good thing we have seatbelts.” Alfred felt like he was supposed to argue with that, but seeing as it was sound and true, he couldn't. 

“Shut up,” He muttered, and opened his monster.

“Fine, fine, I’ll obey your little traffic laws,” Lorenzo said. Alfred only shook his head. On the inside, he was giggling with excitement.

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thats all for now! i hope you enjoyed! 

writing requests

#if youve hung around this blog for a while you'll know tht i used to draw a lot during class #and im trying to pay more attention because i would like to Not Fail and get Good Grades and whatnot #this may be a little rushed? idk its friendly banter between two people who are idiots when theyre together #like theyre smart separately but together they are Stewpid #hetalia #hws #hws romano #hws america #writing requests #my writing #hws fic #ceros posting

[dobrikthot]

A big surprise

Plot: (y/n) finds out she's pregnant and surprises david , who then surprises the vlog squad

Lately (y/n) had not been feeling well, she would feel nauseous and light headed often, she started to hate her favorite foods. (Y/n) wasn’t sure what was wrong, she knew the symptoms but she didn’t think she was pregnant, there was no way. Her and David would use protection, so she threw it off as just a stomach bug that would go away, but it didn’t. things kept on getting worse and worse as time went by. (Y/n) finally realized it could be true when she got a notification that her period was late, it had been a day or two late before due to stress, but she was a week late. (Y/n) walked into Natalie’s room while David was filming with Carly and Erin for a few hours, she tapped the door lightly “Hey Nat?” (Y/n) asked. Natalie looked up from her phone at (Y/N) and smiled “Hey (Y/n) whats up?” she asked as she put down her phone. (Y/n) shifted her stance “Do you think you could do me a really big favor?” she asked nervously, “Yeah anything, you okay?” Natalie questioned noticing (y/n)s behavior. “Im not really sure,so i need you to get me a pregnancy test” (Y/n) bit her lip as Natalies eyes widened “oh shit yeah of course, ill quickly run out, is there anything else you need?” Natalie asked as she grabbed her keys and wallet. “No, that’s the only thing “thank you so much Nat” (Y/n) sighed as Natalie came up and hugged her “Of course, i promise ill be right back” she said as she let go of (Y/n) and left to the nearest convenient store. (Y/n) paced  back and forth in the bathroom constantly checking the time hoping Natalie would be back soon. When Natalie came back (Y/n) instantly took the test, her and Natalie waited until the timer went off on Natalie’s phone, (Y/n) walked into the bathroom, taking a deep breath as she picked up the text and seeing what it said. 

Pregnant

Natalie walkes towards the bathroom and she stood in the door way "well?" She asked, as (y/n) stood there in shock. "Im pregnant" (y/n) whispered still staring at the test in disbelief, natalie gasped and instantly went over to hug her. "I cant believe it" (y/n) said as she hugged natalie, "how do you feel?" Natalie asked pulling away a bit and looking at her. (Y/n) let out a shaky sigh "im really happy, trust me i am, ive always wanted this but, Nat how will David respond? We're still so young what if he isnt happy?" (Y/n) began to tear up as natalie pulled her in closer. "(Y/n) David loves you with everything he has, i dont doubt that he'll be happy to find out hes going to be a dad" Natalie comforted (y/n) as she cried lightly and tried to calm her down. It would only be an hour later that David would get home from filming to find (y/n) laying in bed. David smiled instantly when he saw her "hey baby" he said as he walked over and laid next to her. "Hey babe, how was your day?" She asked cuddling up to him, David wrapped his arm around her and sighed " it was good, i got a lot of footage for the next vlog but i still need a lot more. (y/n) bit her lip " i think i know what you can do to fill up that time" she looked at david who smirked "yeah and what would that be baby?" He chuckled. (Y/n) laughed a little "how about a surprise?" she suggested, David hummed as he thought about the idea "alright but what would this surprise be?" He asked. (Y/n) paused and sat up a bit before looking at david "that im pregnant" she stated, Davids eyes went wide as he sat up " holy shit , are you serious? Like deadass this isnt a joke?" He ran his hands through his hair. (Y/n) smiled slightly " deadass bub" she said, starting to tear up, David instantly pulled her in for a hug starting to cry a bit "holy shit, holy shit im gonna be a dad" he pulled away and cupped her face "we're gonna have a baby" he kissed her. David pulled away " are you sure you want that to be the surprise? Telling everyone?" He asked for clarification. (Y/n) smiled wide " of course, and i have the perfecr idea as to how" she giggled. That night everyone in the group got a text from David saying to come over friday for a giant celebration party.

Friday night arrived sooner than expected, people would be over in about 5 minutes and the party would begin. (Y/n) looked at herself in the mirror, she was wearing a black dress that accented her form and she lightly curled her hair. You couldnt tell she had a baby bump in the dress so it was perfect to wear. David walked into the bedroom and smiled wide "wow, you look stunning" he said as he walked up behind (y/n) and wrapped his arms around her. (Y/n) giggled "thank you dave, you dont look to bad yourself" she smiled at him in the mirror. David looked at his phone before putting it back " its time, are you ready for this big surprise?" He asked as she laughed "ready as ill ever be" (y/n) replied as the pair walked out . People showed up minute by minute, the house started to become a bit crowded until groups started to migrate. People hanging in the living room, people dancing, people in the kitchen , and some people just in the backyard. It wasnt until halfway through thr night David called everyone into the living room. David and (y/n) stood infront of the group as David turned on the mic "Hows everyone doing tonight?" He asked getting a variation of screams back in response. "Sick! Now we called you here to have a celebration but didnt say why" david said as zane excalimed "yeah what the fuck!" Laughter burst out within the group. "Well theres something we've been meaning to tell you" david said as he handed (y/n) the mic " we're having a baby!" She yelled, the group immediately screaming. Variations of "oh my god " to "holy shit" to "congratulations" the group was extremely happy for the two. However, no one could be happier than (y/n) and David and the tiny them that was soon to come.

#david dobrik imagine #david dobrik fanfiction #david dobrik x you #david dobrik x reader #david dobrik #david dobrik x y/n #vlog squad one shot #vlog squad imagines #vlog squad imagine #vlog sqaud

[illfoandillfie]

hey, I hope you are having a good day so far. I've always wondered what your fave blurb you've ever written was, im pretty sure I've read them all at least 4 times now and I'm obsessed with them haha. love u 💕💕📷

hi love!! I am having a good day - it’s been rainy on and off all day so it’s a bit chilly but it means I haven’t had to do any work in the garden lmao Plus I’ve been doing some planning for the next month in my bullet journal - I’ve only got a few pages left in my current notebook so I’m getting ready to migrate into a new one for August which should be fun. The new one has black pages so it’s a little more challenging than regular white pages are lmao but I’m excited!

As for my fave blurb... man I’ve written so many it’s hard to narrow it down.

For smut blurbs I have a very big soft spot for the bed shaking blurb, that one was really fun. Also “you look so beautiful tied up to my bed”. Oh and “Use your teeth”. I think I have to mention the cold feet one just because that request made me laugh so much and what started as a joke spawned like 3 other ideas omg. I’d be remiss to not list off some Ben blurbs too. I’m quite proud of the 1.3k i wrote about blowing him. Also the one about handcuffing him (sub!Ben just hits different lmao) and actually I quite like the first Ben blurb I ever wrote. Then there’s the one about Joe liking big thighs. And honestly the only Gwil blurb I’ve ever written is pretty good too now that I look at it again lmao. And finally the multi-partner ones... Look I like all of them really but the BRJ one is probs my fave. The one with the OC Marcie is pretty good too though.

For non-smut: Look I’m a whore for soft boyfriend ben so waking up in his arms is defs up there. Dad!Rog Dad!Rog AHHHHHHHH. Angst city but “i don’t love you anymore” is defs a fave - makes me emo every time i reread it. 

Thanks for the question!! it was fun looking back at all my old writing lmao

#sleepover stuff #Anonymous

[sweeter-thejuice]

Little Girl: Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 

Summary/ Backstory: Erik Stevens and Thailyn have been married for 10 years. Over the course of their marriage, they’ve made it their duty to explore each other’s bodies and do things sexually that they never thought of doing outside their relationship. This three part smut will depict one of the couple’s many love-making nights. You’re in for a ride.

Warnings: smut! cursing! daddy kink! 

A/N: Here’s Part 3 guys. This chapter didn't really go as hard as One and Two but it’s cute, I think. It’s short, also. Thank you so much for reading!! Italics is Thailyn’s thoughts unless specified otherwise. 

Word Count: 974

Six. That was orgasm number six! Thailyn was physically done and she was sure Erik was too until he rolled her over and rammed back into her with full force. “Ssss Daddy! ahh!” He slid into her repeatedly with slow and meaningful thrusts.

“I’m not done with this pussy yet!” Thailyn threw her head back and looked up at the ceiling. Her hole was extra sensitive and she felt her legs tingling. If Erik wasn’t so big, she probably wouldn’t even feel his dick moving inside her because of how wet she was. He stretched her out and she felt him hit every wall. He hit places that she didn’t know he could. Oh my god! Oh my god!

“You’re so fucking wet baby! Fuckkk.” Erik grabbed her legs and pushed them into her chest. Thailyn let out a yelp and put her hands on his stomach. He looked down at them and contemplated moving them but he didn't. Erik figured he’d show her a little mercy. He felt hisself draining her soul so he sped up his strokes to finish faster. 

Oh my fucking god Erik, don’t stop please, ughhhhhh. Her thoughts were a mess. Suddenly, the pressure in her stomach became too intense and her bladder felt like something was sitting on it. “ERIK!!! OH MY FUCKING!” Erik picked up his pace and pushed her legs back further. He dug into her, mining for gold. Thailyn slapped his arms and chest begging for him to slow down. Her legs shook and her juices spilled everywhere.

“YES THAILYN! GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE ME ALL OF IT!” Erik released her legs and attacked her lips. Thailyn eyes were lost in her head and her body shook under his embrace. He was hugging her while still pumping inside of her. Shortly after, he came inside of her kissing all over her face and neck.

After coming down from his high, Erik slid out of her and went into the bathroom. He came back with a warm towel and wiped off his wife. Thailyn laid there with her hands behind her head allowing him to take care of her. Her body was still in heaven and she couldn’t form a proper thought.

“Baby,” Erik whispered while kissing her cheek, “Are you ok?” Thailyn brought her hands to his chest and rubbed it. He looked at her and laughed. She didn’t know what the hell she was doing. He picked her up, brought her to the top of the bed and laid her head on a pillow. He walked to the corner chair by the window and grabbed the throw blanket that rested on the side of the chair. Thailyn snuggled against the soft fabric as Erik placed the blanket over her naked body. “Thailyn, baby, are you ok?” His voice was soft and concerned.

“Mmhmm.” Erik chuckled to hisself and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. Thailyn wondered how he was still alive after that workout. She wanted to question him but sleep consumed her and it was lights out for her.

***

The birds drug Thailyn out of her slumber. Her eyes opened slowly, annoyed at how early it was. She took a deep breath and let it out roughly while stretching. She felt Erik stir behind her and was startled by his strong arms wrapping around her. “Good morning, love.” Thailyn spoke softly while her husband kissed her ear.

“Oh, so you are ok?” Thailyn chuckled lightly and turned around to meet his face. He kissed her slowly and pulled her in closer to his chest. She listened to his heart for a while, her favorite song, and then proceeded to get up to start her day. She guessed Erik wasn’t ready for her to leave because as soon as she moved, he pulled her in closer. “Where you going, ugly?” His lips met her face. Thailyn scrunched her nose up at the smell. That breath. 

“I’m going to shower and brush my teeth.” 

“Mmhmm, yes, because that breath ain’t too hot.” He said while rubbing his hand up and down her thigh.

“And yours...what you think it smell like?” Erik laughed and blew his breath in her face. Thailyn swatted the air and tried to escape his arms. “STAAAAAWWP” He pecked her lips one last time before he opened his arms for her to leave. 

She wobbled to the bathroom, regretting her action of moving from her spot. Im sore. 

Erik watched the walk that he caused with lust in his eyes. Fine ass, he thought. 

Thailyn peed first and then migrated to the sink to start her morning routine. She saw that her makeup was removed and her hair was still in the bun Erik placed it in last night. She smiled to herself at how caring Erik was. He always made sure that she was taken care of, even after fucking her up. As soon as her brush hit her teeth, she felt her husband’s strong presence in the doorway. She spit her Listerine out and grabbed a face towel. “What, Erik?”

He cocked his head to the side and studied her frame. She noticed a sudden shift in his mood. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“How many?” Thailyn looked at his face trying to find a joke. When she didn’t find one she shrugged and looked at him with a confused look.

“How many what? I’m lost.” Thailyn crossed her arms and studied his expression deeper.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, little girl.”

Fuck. Thailyn tried to recount the events from the night before. She searched the filing cabinets in her mind hoping she’d find the answer. Five? Six? Yes, it was six. “Six, Er- Daddy. I came six times.” 

Erik smirked. “Wrong. It was seven. Get on your knees.”

Thailyn fell to her knees. Lord, help me.

@eriknutinthispoosy @iamrheaspeaks @drsunshine97  @dameshaemonique @msincognito67 Sorry if it didn't tag you, I tried. 

Erik’s sex drive is unmatched, hello? Anywho, thank you guys so much for reading and all of your comments. Y'all make me laugh and y'all are so sweet. Sorry for the wait and I’ll be posting Part One to a fic that I'm starting with a nurse OC x Redeemed!Erik. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged. 

[internationalbahamian]

Racism

 As a international, from a predominantly black country, I find it hard sometimes to notice the subtle racist remarks that may occur during my time at university. The only example of racism that comes to mind would be a time when I drove with a local taxi driver and he assumed I was at university to do a sport. He proceeded to name every sport the university offered even though I said I didn’t do any. It felt like he was attempting to explain his thought process to me. But I would like to mention I haven’t exercised since coming to university and I doubt I have the physique of a athlete. I don’t go to the gym. Additionally, when he found out I lived with another Bahamian who happened to be tall he asked if he played basketball. I think he assumed everyone played basketball. None the less, It took me a while to realize what was occurring because I am not really used to it in a way. This is partly due to where I am from where we can be racist also as well as prejudice towards our own people. For instance, there is a common joke in the Bahamas about Honda Accords, though it is a affordable decent vehicle. Many Bahamians have that type of vehicle and it is one of the most stolen vehicles due to how common it is. Additionally, there are instances where the police are prejudice towards those driving Honda Accords during a traffic stop due to their assumption that everyone that drives that type of vehicle is a criminal. Which shows the police prejudice towards both that vehicle and people that drive them. Though I guess I should also mention that most vehicles that are found with illegal guns or drugs are Honda accords. So it’s difficult to fault them when it becomes more of a learned response. In regards to my own experience of racism and prejudice in the Bahamas, due to being mixed or a mulatto. I have always felt like I wasn’t really considered to be black in the Bahamas, and outside of my home country, I would be told im black. Which to me growing up was very confusing and challenged my own subjective well-being towards home. Subjective well being is how we feel towards satisfaction with our lives. Which for me would be low due to feeling out of place in a way. Mainly due to I didn’t share the commonly held beliefs or prejudices that most Bahamians had. To me I couldn’t understand the hate for someone you know nothing about. An example would be that many Bahamians have a strong hatred for Haitian mainly due to them illegally migrating to our country and supposedly take our jobs. Which they second is weird because, if you actually thought about it, everyone would remember as illegal immigrants they don't have a resume, diploma or qualifications they can use to steal the jobs. The only jobs they can get are simple and low paying. Though it still doesn’t stop the mistreatment and hatred I notice from both family and strangers. Nonetheless I should also mention that in a way my mother liked to spoil her children and would take us out of the country often to see Canada and parts of America mostly to sightseeing and go in amusement parts but I believe it lead a better understanding of different cultural practices and being open to different people views. These travels also displayed certain cultural and gender stereotypes as well as racism throughout our many travels. The racists moments happened when we traveled through several airports and when me and my brother were children, the officers repeatedly asked us if she was our mother because she was darker than us as well as asking her whether she had permission from my Father to take us out the country. She always took offense to it and wasn’t one to hold her tongue and would inform them that she has sole custody of us and does not require permission. As well as pointing out the fact that we called her “mommy” the entire time because my brother was nervous and I stared down the officer with my little hands ready to defend my mom. This experience though I didn’t know it at the time showed racism and how cultural Americans white Americans tended to see black people as criminals and assumed we were kidnapped from our father. Showing also their old gender stereotypes of how a man should be in control of the decision making of the family and he has the right to know to his children despite the law stipulating the mother to be the main caregiver both financially and physically. This was my experiences on prejudice and Racism, my only hope is that we can stop hating a group of people based on actions of one individual or false assumptions made by people spreading false information and get to a moment in human history where we can all through away our differences for the betterment of the species as a whole and not just our own personal interest.

[tamashas-blog]

                      “      what ever you ask for                                                   THAT’S WHAT I’LL BE      “

WEY HEY YALL ! my name is kylie FUCKING AGAIN & this my other fuccin zaddy boo DONOVAN HALE ! okay i love playing dad-types because deep down im a middle aged man full of awful jokes like my boi here T_T legit just wants to protecc all the lil pups roamin around these parts . he old was the president of the us from like 1919 to 1928 c: — a fuckin MANZ

*  JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN  &  CISMALE  / /  here we’ve got DONOVAN HALE,  the  TWO HUNDRED & FORTY-EIGHT year old WEREWOLF -  luckily, HE actually looks about FIFTY-THREE years old.  with a reputation for being  + PROTECTIVE,  + CALM,  - COLD, and  -  CONDESCENDING, it’s surprising we haven’t heard more about them.  DON has been around faulk hollow for FIFTY-SIX YEARS, but they ain’t leaving anytime soon. you hear FATHER FIGURE by GEORGE MICHAEL? that means you’ll see ‘em soon.  (  penned by kylie /  20  /  pst  /  she&her  )  

born name: donovan hale

current name: donovan , donnie , donnie boi , dad T_T

date of birth: 1769 , april 8th

species: werewolf.

place of birth: virginia — original colony 

alignment: true neutral.

occupation: retired , former president of the united states 

+ okay so , donovan was born on april 8th , 1769 — about six  years before the revolutionary war began which his father would soon be apart of . his parents were of werewolf blood — their entire pack coming to the colonies to begin their lineage on new soil . his father was unlike any other man during the time . like george washington , he was tall a staggering six foot five , beefy , hairy — everything a werewolf was characteristically . his mother also had a shape different for the time . they weren’t feared , but they were called upon in time of dire stress due to their intimidating presence .

+ by the time donovan was seven in 1776 , his father began fighting along side the newly formed americans for their fight to independence . they were shaken by his status . in freezing temperatures he would strip to nothing but his pants , strength beyond belief — they were beginning to think he was a god . don thought he was to . 

+ after the war was over , life resumed . his family along with their pack would migrate up north to new york . by his teens , he attended king’s college with alexander hamilton’s son ( ain’t that wildt ? ) during his time at king’s college , he would often walk in the city late at night by this time , he hadn’t triggered his werewolf gene . he tried to stay calm in fits of rages ,  were walking through the streets . he was surrounded by a group of men — ready to cause trouble . let’s just say there was an altercation , they got hurt . . . real bad . the men . . . were nearly unrecognizable . he was triggered during the altercation — those men dead by his own hand 

+ years would go by , having fought beside his father in plenty of wars — the war of 1812 would be one of them . after the war , his father would enlist that their pack move further west to california . donovan would stay behind — having bigger plans in store for himself . to his father’s dismay , he yet agreed , allowing his son to stay east . 

+ during his years on the east , he would enter the political circuit . he had met a human woman once again . she was everything he wanted in a woman : kind , gentle — supportive . she would fall pregnant twice , but would die soon after the birth of their second child . a girl the first , a boy the second . he would raise the children on his own by this time no longer living in new york , but in washington , dc to begin his political career officially — a promise he made to his wife before she passed away . 

+ during the early 1900s , he would be the vice president of theodore roosevelt for the next eight years after the assassination of william mckinley . by the 1916 , he had began his campaign for the presidency & in 1919 , he won by a whopping landslide . he was similar to teddy roosevelt , loved by most , hated by some . 

+ *skip skip almost got asassinated like four times cus he wouldnt die cus they aint realize he’s a fuckin wolf blah blah skip skip great depression ish skip skip world war i & ii , skip skip*

+  after his presidency , the man went into recluse . to many they thought he passed away , but to those who really knew , he began his pack . made up of his children , their children , the ones he would adopt allowing them to take his name . he was dad bruh T_T 

+ they moved to faulk hollow in 1961 — now having been there for almost 60 years . it was the perfect place to retire at & it’s kinda cute cus they learn about him in school n they have question marks next to his year of death cus . . . they ded ass don’t know uwu 

WANTED CONNECTION: everything specially his kiddos bruh 

#T______T ugh #faulk.intro #ch — donovan hale ! #tw death #intros !

[dovechim]

instant gratification 02 (m)

➾11.6k words ➾ lots of smut, some fluff, a little angst (just like this gif) ➾ warnings: pregnancy mention ➾ summary: the rules of becoming fuck buddies are as follows: no strings attached, don’t play jealousy games, and strictly no cuddling after sex. On a scale of how-fucked-are-you from one to ten, Jeon Jeongguk has you on a 9, in more ways than one.

01 | 02 | 2.5 | 03 (complete)

Jeon Jeongguk, on top of being the nastiest fuckboy who just happens to have some good dick, is a childish brat. 

Parties are so not your thing, and you feel like a fish out of water in the midst of so many scantily clad girls and barely sober frat boys. You’ve been grabbed at least 5 times now, only managing to narrowly escape their clutches the last time, and you have to fight to keep your patience as you try and spot his big head in the overcrowded frat house. You wouldn’t be here if not for his not so thinly veiled threat over text.

4.59pm [jungcock]: 8pm, party at Yugyeom’s. u better be there, bitch 5.10pm [you]: or else what? 5.11pm [jungcock]: or else I’ll accidentally on purpose drop that strip of pictures in ur prof’s pigeon hole 5.12pm [jungcock]: u know which ones 5.13pm [you]: fuck you 5.13pm [jungcock]: better get in line bbg

Turning down yet another offer of a red solo cup containing some shady as hell beverage, you’re about to give up and just call his cell instead, hoping that he isn’t busy being balls deep in some random girl to pick up. You press the phone to your ear desperately, hoping that he actually called you here for a reason so that you can get it over and done with and be back safely in your bed within the hour.

“_____- hey!” A touch slithers around your waist and you’re about to slap the offending hands away when you realise that the voice is familiar. You turn around to face this person, and come face to face with a very drunk Park Jimin. 

He looks like he’s been here for hours already, judging by how he’s slurring his words and his dance moves are getting increasingly dirtier and dirtier, nothing like the sharp professionalism that he displays during cheer.

“____! It’s really you!” He mumbles again before lurching forward suddenly, burying his face in your neck. You’re half thankful that he’s drunk off his ass like this, because then you can pretend like he never saw that strip of pictures, as if he didn’t hear Jeon Jeongguk fuck you in a photobooth.

“Y-you have nice tits,” he murmurs drunkenly into your collarbone, and the same time his hands are migrating from their position on your waist to try and cop a feel.

“Alright alright, red light, Jimin,” you grab his hands firmly and push him away, and you would be a lot more severe if it was anyone other than him. The Park Jimin you know isn’t this inappropriate and overconfident, but apparently he’s a slutty drunk. “Did you come with friends?” 

“No, but I wanna come inside you,” he says with a straight face, then bursts out into giggles.

You let out a long suffering sigh, and brace yourself against his weight when the sea of bodies sends him crashing against you. He leans his entire body into you, unable to keep his own balance, and you resign yourself to wrapping an arm around his waist, scanning the nearby faces for a familiar one. But the lighting is too dim to make out any features at all, and Jimin’s weight is starting to wear you out, so you support him to the side and find him a seat on a random chair.

“Jimin, you stay here okay? Don’t move. I’m gonna get you some water.” You pat his soft cheek a few times to make sure the message penetrates that fog of alcohol in his brain.

You leave him slouched against the wall as you make your way into the slightly brighter kitchen, where the music isn’t half as loud and the people aren’t half as horny. Opening the fridge and getting out a bottle of water, you start to head back to Jimin when you see an open box of pizza and a bowl of nachos on the kitchen counter.

They say grease helps with sobering up right? Or was that for hangovers? Oh fuck it.

You heap a paper plate with two slices of pepperoni pizza and a generous helping of nachos and cheese, ready to hightail it back to Jimin, when three figures block the entryway of the kitchen.

“Having a good time, sweetheart?” Jeongguk has each arm around the waist of two vapid looking girls who look like they might spill out of their tops if they lean forward a tad too much. You take a moment to marvel at how anyone’s chest can be that huge and perky at the same time, and just how many Victoria’s Secret Wonderbras you have to put on to even come close to that.

The two girls peer down their noses at you, taking in the sight of your heaping plate of food with pretentious giggles as they glance at each other. Jeongguk smirks at the girl on his right side before mischievously ducking down to plant a kiss into her ample cleavage, causing her to squeal in surprise.

“Wonderful, if you’ll just excuse me,” you try and sidestep the three of them, the churning in your gut growingly increasingly hard to stomach as the girl on his left also demands the same treatment. Jeongguk’s eyes stray to your own somewhat flat chest in your oversized sweater before returning to hers, letting his hand slide down from her waist to plant on her ass, pulling her into his chest to let you pass.

“Don’t eat too much, _____, I don’t want you throwing up all over me when I pound that cute ass later.” He somehow manages to complete his sentence while having his face buried in her tits, but you don’t grace him with a response. 

Thankfully Jimin is still slouched over on the same seat as you left him. You kneel down carefully in front of him, placing the plate on his lap and pressing the wet, cold surface of the water bottle to his neck. He jerks in place immediately, eyes opened wide as he flinches away from the freezing sensation.

“Jimin, drink this and sober the fuck up.” You shove it into his hands and watch him until his lips touch the mouth of the bottle before snatching back the plate on his lap and taking a bite of the pizza. The greasiness of the pizza satisfies the demon-like hunger that’s been brewing inside you since forever, while the cheesy goodness that erupts in your mouth is almost enough to distract you from the sight of Jeongguk and his two girls indulging in a messy three-way kiss across the room. 

Keyword being almost.

Sejeong would murder your ass if she found you stuffing your face like this instead of sticking to her planned diets for the whole cheer team, but she doesn’t understand that this is what introverts do at parties to keep people from talking to them. It’s either that or hide out in the bathroom with your phone, but you have no one to text and not enough memory on your phone for a decent game to waste the time away.

Jimin has chugged down half the bottle of water by now and is looking a little more sober than he was 10 minutes ago. Sober enough to nudge you with his knee for a bite of your second slice. You oblige him and raise the pizza to his mouth, watching as he takes a large chunk of it and starts chewing. You’re about to try and ask him again if there’s anyone here who can take him home, but then your phone buzzes in your pocket. 

11.00pm [jungcock]: stop babysitting and come upstairs 11.04pm [you]: idk im not really into foursomes 11.05pm [jungcock]: that’s an idea for another time 11.05pm [jungcock]: but seriously, come up babe 11.06pm [jungcock]: I’ll make it worth ur while ;) 11.08pm [you]: I seriously doubt it 11.10pm [jungcock]: try me 11.11pm [jungcock]: come on u were my 11:11 wish

Jimin somehow got his hands on the rest of your nachos while you were texting, so with nothing to occupy you now, you reluctantly leave him to try and find out what Jeongguk wants. He’s waiting at the top of the stairs, surprisingly alone and his eyes light up when he spots you trudging up the stairs.

“Got rid of pussy boy so easily?” He grabs your hand and starts to lead you towards one of the rooms, closing the door behind you and locking it.

“Got rid of those bitches so easily?” You shoot back.

“Someone’s feisty tonight, is it that time of the month?” His comment only riles you up further, and you resist the urge to punch him in the nose.

“Let’s just say I am, so I can just suck your dick and go home okay?”

Jeongguk drops your hand immediately with a horrified expression on his face, backing away from you as if you have a loaded gun pointed at him. “Are you really?” 

“No, I’m not, but I am running out of patience. Didn’t know you were this much of a squeamish manchild. Hurry up and get your dick out so I can go back to sleep.” You shove at his chest to direct him back onto the bed. “And hand over those pictures.”

“Aww c’mon babe, I was only joking,” he strokes your cheek tenderly. “And that’s the first time someone’s ever talked about my dick and sleep in the same sentence.”

“Cut the crap Jeongguk, what do you want?”

Jeongguk grabs your hand to pull you down onto the bed beside him. “Let me eat you out baby, I’ve missed that pussy so much.”

He doesn’t waste any time beating about the bush as he coaxes you to lie back against the pillows and parts your knees so that he can settle in between them. His hands immediately start massaging your lower stomach, making their way down to the curve of your hips over your jeans.

“W-what about those other girls?” Your voice is a little shaky as he undoes the button on your jeans and pulls it down to your knees. “I’m sure they would have been more than glad to let you eat them out.”

“Why would I want other pussy when yours tastes the best?” Jeongguk lowers his head to kiss at your inner thighs, suckling with his tongue at the soft flesh. From his position at the juncture of your thighs he can already smell you, and he buries his nose into the crotch of your underwear. “Fuck, no one smells as good as this pussy does.”

He licks the seam of your light blue cotton panties, dampening it so that turns transparent and sticks to your already rapidly dampening lower lips. “What a pretty pussy, but I’d like to see it without these panties. Hips up baby.” 

You oblige and raise your butt, allowing him to slide your panties down along with your jeans to your calves. With your knees liberated, he coaxes you to lay your thighs flat on the bed so that your inner lips are completely spread and not touching each other. The sensation of being fully exposed to him while he’s still dressed starts to make you feel self-conscious, but his sharp intake of breath at the sight of your drenched slit soothes you a little.

“That’s it, spread your legs wide and show me that pussy, don’t be shy… I love eating this pussy, you like getting your cunt licked don’t you?” His compliments and dirty talk make you feel a little less self-conscious, and you inch your hips into his face, moving your dripping core closer to his mouth. He rewards you with a lick and noisy suckles as he laps up your juices that are leaking out of you. Your arousal smears all over his lips and even the tip of his nose, but Jeongguk doesn’t mind, in fact it turns him on to be as messy as possible.

He concentrates his efforts on your slit, dipping his tongue in a few times teasingly and avoiding your clit altogether. 

“Jeongguk, please, please…”

“Please what baby? What do you want me to do to you?” He allows his mouth to slurp and smack against your lips.

“Clit please, I want you to suck my clit.” You’ve learnt that by now Jeongguk rewards you when you use your words, so there’s no use being shy and demure, at least not when he has his head between your legs.

“Good girl.” He uses two fingers to spread your lips further and expose your throbbing clit to him before latching on and suckling with increasing pressure. The direct stimulation to your clit might have been painful if anyone else had attempted it, but Jeongguk knows how to warm you up before attacking your clit, and attack he does. He flicks your nub with the tip of his tongue while sucking at it hard, and releases your pussy lips so that it hugs his mouth tightly.

His tongue directly on your clit sends spasms up and down the length of your body, even as your thighs tremble around him. Jeongguk runs his fingers along your folds as he continues to suck, gently sliding one finger inside you.

“Shit, you got even tighter because I didn’t fuck you for so long, is that right baby?” Your walls clench down on his finger the moment he enters you, and he’s right. You always need him to warm you up with at least three fingers before you’re ready to take his cock. Right now at the beginning, one of his fingers feels like a stretch already, but Jeongguk loves the way you tighten around him even if it’s just one finger.

Maybe it’s because you don’t really have sex often other than with him, and if he weren’t abusing your clit with his tongue, you’d feel embarrassed over how tight you are with just one finger. You don’t know how many times Jeongguk has fucked other girls, and you don’t want to know either because you have a feeling that you’ll hate the answer too. But it’s just a chore to start over with a new person, wait for them to find all your sweet spots and most importantly, hoping that they have the patience for intensely longer foreplay than usual. So you just stick to letting Jeongguk get you off.

He pulls out while letting your juices accumulate on his tongue before spitting them onto two fingers and easing them back in. If it’s one thing you know Jeongguk loves, it’s getting as messy as possible, getting your juices on him and his cum on you, so you know that he’s as turned on as you are now. Once your walls are slightly more warmed up around him, he starts to thrust deeper with his fingers as he places the flat of his tongue on your clit, and the double stimulation as your walls shuddering in pleasure.

“Jeongguk- ohhh fuck I’m so wet, I’m gonna come.”

“That’s it baby let me hear how good I’m eating this pussy,” he draws away to lick his lips, eyes still fixated on his fingers buried in your cunt. “Are you gonna come all over my fingers like a dirty girl? You’re so wet already, if you come you’re gonna wet the bed.” 

“Yes, Kook, right there, my clit please,” you beg for his lips back on your clit. “Wanna come with my clit in your mouth.” He does as you ask and uses his other hand to spread your lips obscenely again, sucking your clit straight into his mouth.

You reach down to push his head further into your pussy as you reach the peak with a cry of his name, your back arching from the bed as you feel a gush of liquid from your pussy soak his cheeks and chin. The waves of pleasure have your walls fluttering around his fingers as he sits up to watch you in the throes of your orgasm, eyes closed and cheeks flushed, biting your lip as you thrust your hips to ride out your pleasure.

“You look so good when you come, especially when I’m the one doing it,” he smirks as he pulls his fingers out of your clenching core, licking and sucking the rest of the juices clean. He’s kneeling on the bed facing you now, and the tent in his pants is painfully obvious.

Still panting and out of breath, you regain some semblance of consciousness and close your legs modestly, pushing yourself to sit up. As you reach down to adjust your jeans and underwear, something uncomfortable digs into your butt and you pull it out, only to realise that it’s your phone, lit up with messages and missed phone calls.

12.09am [Chim]: wher r u 12.09am [Chim]: why did u ditch me  12.10am [Chim]: gonna do a kegstand if u don’t come stop me 12.13am [Chim]: hoseok hyung already did it 12.15m [Chim]: last call

12.20am 3 missed calls from Chim

“Fuck, I have to go,” your heart skips a beat upon scrolling through all those notifications and realising how much time has passed. You hastily tug on your jeans the rest of the way and zip up, noting the incredulous look on Jeongguk’s face as you leave him painfully aroused on the bed.

“Wait babe, seriously? What the fuck could be more important than this monster dick right now? It’s so hard for you, why don’t you come and suck me off like a good girl hmm?” He glances down at the bulge with a self-satisfied appraisal of his own size, and you roll your eyes in disgust.

“I’m not going anywhere near that dick until your ego deflates.” You let yourself out of the room and head down the stairs, scanning the room for Jimin. Jeongguk springs up off the bed to follow you out. You spot a large group of people gathered around the living room, and his bright pink head is near the middle of it. 

“Kegstand! Kegstand! Kegstand!” The crowd is chanting, and two frat boys are on either side of Jimin, ready to help support him as he flips into a handstand effortlessly.

“_____, let’s go back okay? Jimin’s a big boy, he can take care of himself, what I need is for you to take care of me-” He grabs your hand in an attempt to persuade and coax you back into the room, but you shake him off impatiently, leaving him fuming and incredibly aroused on the stairs. 

You barge through the crowd, rudely elbowing people aside until you reach the three boys, tugging on Jimin’s ankles. “Park Jimin, you’re not fucking doing this, get the fuck down now.” You turn to glare at the two boys by his side, and they immediately take their hands off him and raise them up in their intimidation. His lower body, unsupported now, begins to sway and you catch his feet with your hands, bringing them down and helping Jimin to stand. 

“______! Y-you came back!” Jimin is almost as drunk as when you first found him, again. The smell of beer on his breath overwhelms you, and you wrinkle your nose in distaste.

“Chim, we’re going home okay? Before you do anything else that might endanger your life,” you help him toward the entrance of the house, unlocking your phone to call for an Uber.

“Mhmm okay,” he mumbles with his head slouched into your neck, and the sensation of his plush lips sends your heart racing. “I’m a good boy. And this good boy has something to tell you.”

“Yes Chim?” You mumble distractedly as you memorise the car number and keep an eye out on the road for the car.

“I like you, _____. Ever since we were paired up for our first stunt, I really really liked you, and it’s just… I didn’t have the guts to tell you and then you went and had this thing with Jeon and I was so fucking jealous of that fucker who gets to fuck you and leave his cum all over you and… that practice was the worst day of my life…”

You heart skids to a stop in your chest even as his drunken confession trails off into silence, and he slumps against your shoulder. Shaking his shoulder tentatively, you manage to get him to open his eyes again with some semblance of consciousness. “Chim…”

“And I k-know he treats you like shit, it’s all over your damn face, and I j-just want you to give me a chance,” his words are slurred but there’s no misunderstanding them. “I’ll treat you the w-way you deserve, not like a personal cum dump like Jeon does.”

“Chim, you’re drunk and you don’t know what you’re saying, if you can say this to me again tomorrow then we’ll talk about it okay?” You soothe him with a hand on his forehead, pushing aside his bangs and shielding the top of his head as he gets into the backseat and slouches onto the headrest. You read out the address of his dorm to the driver, and you begin to pull away from that disaster of a party, finally. But just when you’re about to relax back against the seat, your phone chimes.

1.01am jungcock sent you an image

Your fingers are trembling as you unlock your phone and open your conversation with him. As the image is downloading, your grip on your phone sweaty as you wait for the blurry image to appear.

Jeongguk’s thighs are framing the picture, muscles flexed and tense in their definition. But that’s not the main focus of the picture. He has a pair of ruby red lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and the picture is accompanied by the caption: ‘wish u were her(e)’

1.06am jungcock sent you a video

The video immediately downloads itself since you’re still on the app, and the still image itself is similar to the picture he sent. There must be some sort of invisible force that drags your thumb to the play button, and you make sure to mute the volume before the video starts playing.

The girl’s face is cut off except for her plump, overdrawn lips that bob on his cock and her tearstained cheeks. Jeongguk guides her movements with a hand on the back of her head, pushing her further down on his length as his hips thrust up. The excess of saliva that collects on his length tells you that he must have fucked her throat before this, and the force of his thrusts makes the girl gag on his cock with what looks like noisy gasps.

Bile burns in your throat and you lock your phone bitterly when the video ends, burying it away in the depths of your pocket. The car jerks as it turns into the residence halls, and Jimin crashes into your side, and he does a face plant into your lap. You reach to support his neck and lift him up into his own seat, but then revenge burns deep in your gut, and you tug him closer to you instead, positioning his head on your shoulder with his face into your neck.

You take out your phone and open the camera, making sure that it captures Jimin’s plump lips against your neck and send the image to him without any hesitation.

Two can play at this game.

*

An uneasy feeling settles in the pit of your stomach, and you try to stay as still as possible while taking deep breaths in order to calm it. The school field is currently set up with booths for the different sporting clubs to promote their activities to prospective freshmen, and the entire atmosphere is chaotic and noisy, with music blaring from speakers and general chatter of the crowd.

The basketball team has their booth right across from yours, and you try not to notice Jeon Jeongguk currently fooling around with his teammates, dribbling a ball and attempting to spin it on his finger. Ever since he sent you that video at the party you’ve been ignoring all his calls and messages and throwing yourself into cheer practice instead in order to hide the fact that you’re clearly way more affected by this jealousy game than he is. To admit you’re jealous would be to lose, so you avoid his eyes every time they stray to the cheerleading booth, only to glance back when you think he’s not looking. Sejong is busying herself arranging the trophies one last time to make sure they’re perfectly lined up on the table, but she pauses to shoot you a concerned look.

“_____, you sure you’re okay? You look kinda pale, like you’re about to throw up or something.”

You wave away her concern. “I’m fine, just nervous for the showcase later.”

She doesn’t buy your excuse one bit. “Come to think of it, you haven’t been eating well the past few days either. I know I said we had to go on a diet, but that doesn’t mean skipping meals, you know how strict I am about that.”

You think back to the previous few days to try and recall if you’ve skipped that many meals. “It’s not that, my eating habits are just much less regular now, but I promise I’m eating.” She looks as if she might argue more with you, but a shout interrupts her.

“Please warm up and get ready for the showcase, everyone!” Your coach gathers the team’s attention by clapping his hands.

“_____, where’s Jimin? He’s really late, he should’ve been here an hour ago!” Sejong frowns as she surveys the members who are already present and starting to warm up as well.

“Umm, I’m not sure, but I could give him a call?” You pause in the middle of your leg stretches to rummage for your phone in your bag. Ever since that night at the club last week, every time you see Park Jimin at practice, guilt consumes your entire being for using him as a pawn in your jealousy game with Jeongguk. It’s not right to use him and drag him into your affairs like this, and you don’t have the courage to own up about what you did to him that night. But just as you’re about to press dial on his number, you spot him sprinting in from the other side of the field.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Captain. Lost track of time,” he pants an apology to Sejong.

“It’s alright, just hurry go and warm up. Don’t forget we’re doing the new routine today, so that means you’re with _____.”

“Yes Captain!” Jimin heads over to your side just as you resume your stretches. “Hey _____, need some help with stretching? You have problems with the warm ups for splits right? Here, put your leg on my shoulder.”

You freeze when Jimin approaches you, and immediately the guilt hits you at full force. His kind smile and cheerful disposition only makes you feel worse as he positions himself in front of you, seemingly having no recollection of his drunken confession at all. While it makes it easier for you to just forget and pretend it never happened, you can’t help but smile back at him as he grins at you brightly and offers his shoulder for you to stretch. Jimin has always been nothing but gentlemanly and respectful towards you, and his behaviour is such a welcoming change, and you feel like you could get used to this. At his own booth, you watch Jeongguk toss the ball back at his teammate and pause to watch the two of you interact, his glare burning into Jimin’s back.

“Um, okay thanks Chim,” you have no reason to refuse him, and Jeongguk’s full attention awakens your desire for revenge once more, overriding any remaining guilt. You raise a leg to chest level first, stretching out your hamstrings before extending it to rest your ankle on Jimin’s shoulder. He places a hand on your ankle as he takes a few steps forward to widen the split, and even though the discomfort makes you wince a little, you can’t help but check Jeongguk’s reaction just over Jimin’s shoulder.

His jaw is clenched and brows are furrowed and a sense of victory surges in your chest. Even when his teammates call him over for a casual two on two game, he doesn’t budge from his spot. You lower your right leg and begin to stretch your left leg in the same way, eyes remaining on Jeongguk’s the whole time. 

“Let’s go team, time for our showcase! Let’s kill it c’mon!!” Sejong’s voice rises over the loud electronic music blasted on the speakers, and you lower your leg from Jimin’s shoulder with a grateful smile as you hug him around the waist in thanks.

Jimin is a little nonplussed at your over-the-top show of gratitude, but he reciprocates nonetheless with his hands squeezing your waist gently, left bare by the crop top of your red and white striped cheer outfit.

The stage is set up with cushioned mats for your team’s performance, and the emcee is introducing your performance item next, attracting a huge crowd as they gather in front of the stage to watch. As you line up on the stage in your positions waiting for the music to commence, the exhilaration that accompanies every routine sends your blood racing through your veins, replacing any trace of your queasiness from earlier. A particular face in the front row catches your attention, and you realise that it’s Jeongguk the second the music starts, causing you to miss the first beat.

Gritting your teeth in concentration, you force yourself to remain focused and keep your eyes off him as Jimin lifts you up in full extension and you pull your leg up behind you. The similar formation of three other couples on either side of you gains approval and applause from the audience, and you flash them your best cheer smile.

The rest of the routine goes by smoothly, and you end it off positioned on Jimin’s shoulders as you thank the crowd. After the showcase, hordes of people are attracted to your booth, and every single member on the team is busy answering questions and accommodating interested visitors.

This year, as part of something different from the previous years, there’s a small padded mattress set up beside the booth in order to give visitors who are interested an opportunity to try a small segment of cheerleading. It’s proving to be immensely popular as almost all the bases on the team are lifting and carrying girls on their shoulders, while some of them are acting as spotters for incoming freshmen who want to try lifting one of the flyers. 

“Hands on her thighs, that’s it… and hold for three seconds… then down! Well done!” Jimin grins at a freshman with dark blonde hair as he helps to flip you over in a modified basket toss. You land safely in Jimin’s arms as he helps you down, and you smile and thank the freshman for his interest and participation.

Someone taps you on the shoulder from behind. “Um, excuse me, but can I try one of those stunts that you did on stage just now?”

You start to smile and turn around. “Of course, just step right this way-”

This can’t be happening. Jeon Jeongguk is standing behind you, having changed out of his basketball jersey and clad in a casual dark blue polo and black denim jeans. He has an innocent little bunny grin on his face as he glances between you and Jimin hopefully. “You guys were awesome on stage; I just really want to become like you!!”

“Cut the crap Jeon Jeongguk, what the fuck do you want?” Jimin steps protectively in front of you.

“I just want to help in a… basket toss, is that what it’s called?” The look on his face is absolutely innocent, but you can practically see the evil gleam in those stupid doe eyes of his.

“How about no, and you just fuck right off-” Jimin starts up, but you interrupt him. 

“Of course, just head over here and we’ll show you!” You hurriedly clap a hand over Jimin’s mouth just as your coach strolls past the three of you, pausing in front of your group with his scrutinising eyes and unforgiving stance.

Jeongguk grins as you beckon another one of the team’s bases over. You position him behind you as you step into the open palms of Jimin and the other base, with your hands on their shoulders and knees slightly bent. Your coach heads over to stand beside Jeongguk to direct him on where to place his hands and how much force to use.

“That’s right… now place your hands on her upper thighs, and when you push, you’ll direct your force upwards to throw her up into the air. The other two bases will do most of the work, you just have to support her thighs in this position, ok?” Your coach places Jeongguk’s hands on your upper thighs. “It’s okay to touch her, don’t worry kid. It’s to make sure she’s safe.”

But Jeongguk doesn’t need any sort of encouragement at all to place his hands on your thighs, and when your coach removes his own hands, Jeongguk’s creep up further until they’re right below your ass. Your coach is explaining the steps of the stunt to him while Jeongguk’s hands wander up, even massaging your ass for a few seconds before stroking his palms downwards and venturing towards your inner thighs. You can only imagine the smirk on his face as his hands dart upwards, the only deterrence being your safety shorts.

“Ready? On three you’ll toss her, the bases will catch her so don’t worry about that.” Coach says while taking a step backwards. “One, two, three!”

Most of the power of the toss comes from the bases on either side of you and not from Jeongguk. As you’re suspended in mid-air, you split your legs and touch your toes before closing your legs on the way down, landing in the arms of your bases. Jeongguk pretends to be fascinated as he looks up at you in the air, when most likely he’s just using it as a chance to look up your skirt. He claps exuberantly when your feet are back on the ground.

“That was amazing!! Thank you!!!” Jeongguk thanks Coach as he leaves to supervise another cluster. 

“Can you leave now? You got what you were looking for right?” Jimin says immediately once Coach is out of earshot.

“Huh? What are you talking about? I came over to learn some stunts!” Jeongguk feigns a hurt expression.

“That tent in your pants says otherwise, you fucking pervert,” Jimin shoots back as he turns to you to make sure that you’re okay. But your eyes are drawn to the front of his pants, and you gasp in mortification, embarrassment heating up your cheeks as you glance around to see if anyone else has noticed.

But Jeongguk doesn’t even have the decency to be embarrassed about this, and he doesn’t even attempt to hide his erection. “It’s not my fault the girls on this team are so smoking hot,” he grins and winks at you. “Nice ass, by the way.”

*

The end of the showcase leaves you sweaty and dying for a shower as you trudge back to your dorm building. You’re aching to rip off your suddenly too tight crop top, and the thought makes you fret about whether you’ve gained weight or not. Occupied by your worries, you make it all the way to the lobby of your building before noticing a familiar figure waiting by the lifts.

“Got rid of it so fast?” You say with a pointed look at his crotch, still unable to forget the second hand embarrassment. 

“No, I tucked it under my waistband, it’s such a neat trick- wanna see?” He shoots you a cocky little smirk, lifting his polo shirt just a tad to reveal the hint of tanned abdomen, but you roll your eyes and turn your head the other way. “C’mon baby, are you mad at me?”

Jeongguk takes it upon himself to invade your personal space by sliding both arms around your waist, burying his nose into the crook of your neck. You don’t have the energy to push him away, and his touch does feel nice against your heated skin, so you allow yourself to relax in his arms.

“No.”

“Babe, I know girls well enough to know that’s a complete lie.”

“I’m sure you do.” You shoot back at him with a glare, slapping his hands away when the lift arrives. You should tell him to go fuck himself and leave you alone, but somehow having his undivided attention like this makes you feel like you could maybe forget about that girl sucking his dick like she was starving for it.

He steps in after you and dives to press the button for your floor before you can do it yourself. Jeongguk seems to be in a good mood after that whole cheerleading fiasco as he positions himself to stand behind you and wiggles his hands around your waist in a clingy backhug that is so unlike him. “Are you mad at me about today? Or is it the video?”

“Why would I be mad about the video? It’s not like we’re exclusive or anything, get over yourself Jeon.” You step out of the lift and rummage in your bag for your keys, but he follows a step behind you even as you unlock your door and drop your bag on the floor. Your voice is the perfect blend of apathy and indifference in order to hide the fact that the video still haunts your sleep at night. “Can you get out? I’m about to strip out of this fucking uniform and I don’t think I can wait a second longer.” 

“For what it counts, no one sucks dick like you do,” Jeongguk fixes you with a sincere look that tells you he isn’t joking, but if it’s meant as some kind of twisted apology, it doesn’t come off that way at all. “Besides, it’s not like you didn’t do anything with Park either. Fucking in a taxi- now there’s somewhere even I haven’t gone.” He seems to find the entire thing funny, but you know his jokes and laughter are simply a façade to hide his jealousy, or else he wouldn’t have pulled that stunt with Jimin today.

“For once, I win,” you smirk half-heartedly at him, not bothering to refute his claims whatsoever. Just let him believe that you fucked Park Jimin, because then at least you win this jealously game somehow, if not in the way you intended. You cross the room to grab some spare clothes before heading to the attached bathroom and shutting the door behind you.

Ripping off the tight long sleeved crop top and tossing it on the floor of the bathroom is pure relief, and you shed the tight pleated skirt and your panties before stepping into the shower and turning up the water as hot as it will go. Jeongguk’s voice sounds faintly from outside, but then you hear the door opening and curse Sejong’s idea of removing it after accidentally getting locked in once. 

Jeongguk strips himself of his clothes and pushes aside the curtain to see your naked form as you turn your back to him.

“I didn’t say you could join.”

“Let me make it up to you babe,” is all he says as he reaches for some shampoo and starts to lather your hair. It’s his favourite phrase when you’re pissed off at him, and like the sucker you are, it works every time without fail. The relaxing sensation of his nails against your scalp makes your shoulders sag, and he makes sure to gather every last strand of your hair meticulously without letting his hands wander to other areas of your body. His uncharacteristically platonic actions melt your resolve a little as he carefully washes the foam from your hair.

He moves on to grab some of your grapefruit scented body wash, inhaling deeply. “So this is what you use to smell so damn good every time.” Jeongguk squirts a little onto his palm before smoothing them over your shoulders and down your back, and the feeling of his wet palms gliding over your body makes you forget that you’re supposed to be mad at him and you lean into his touch. He responds with a deep chuckle that you can feel all the way down in your lower belly, and all of a sudden a deep, lustful hunger is awakened, and you know only one way to satisfy it. 

You turn to face him and tiptoe while grabbing the back of his neck to bring his lips down onto yours in a hungry clash of lips and tongue, and that’s when Jeongguk knows he’s forgiven, and given the green light to go ahead. His hands run up and down your sides, rubbing your nerves raw as you close the space in between your bodies to feel the hard evidence of his desire right up against your belly. He abandons your lips to suck bruises into your skin, his still soapy hands cupping each breast and beginning to knead just the way you like it on the pretence of washing every inch of your skin.

He lets the water wash off the suds before attaching his lips onto a nipple and roughly tweaking the other with merciless fingers. Jeongguk doesn’t usually pay this much attention to your breasts, usually he just gives you a very minimal amount of foreplay before pulling down your underwear and thrusting home, but today he lavishes his attention on your chest. He’s liberal with his teeth as well, sucking and biting a little too hard, and your breasts are more tender and sensitive than usual. Wearing the tight crop top all morning has only aggravated it, and you whine in pain on a particularly harsh suck and graze of his teeth, causing Jeongguk to freeze in his ministrations.

“J-just, they’re a little sore,” you murmur under the warm spray of the shower head, and he accepts it with a gentle kiss to each breast before concentrating his efforts on the dip of your collarbone instead. When the water starts to run cold, he reluctantly gives a final lick to your jawline before pulling away and tugging you out of the shower. Jeongguk hastily pats your body dry with the fluffy towel hanging on the rack, still remembering to be gentle with your chest and you watch him bite his lip in concentration as he towels your hair dry. So this is what he might look like if he weren’t a fuckboy, doing things not for the sake of getting into your pants; this is what he would look like if he actually cared about your feelings for a change.

A pleased smile spreads itself across his lips when you’re all dry, and for once it’s not a cocky smirk or lewd grin. His lingering touches in the shower leave you unsatisfied still, so you reach for his length and stroke him a few times, which is enough to make him to grab you around the waist and gather your legs around him to carry you to your bed. He places you on the bed and kisses his way down your torso, avoiding your tender nipples until he reaches the apex of your thighs. His wet tongue laves against your inner thighs, and reawakens your desire for him to fill you up to the brim with his girth.  

“Jeongguk-ah, not today, just hurry.” Your impatience makes him pause in his open mouthed licks against your core, your dripping arousal already coating his lips. You sit up a little to reach for his erection, letting your palm envelope the head in teasing strokes. You’re dying to taste the precum that’s already gathered there on your tongue, but even more impatient to feel him deep inside your walls, spreading you apart. Your rough strokes have him panting in seconds, little ‘ah’s and ‘oh’s sounding so sweet from those lips of his. Just as you position yourself back further on the bed and he places his hands on your knees to spread them, you place a hand on his chest before the head of his cock touches your soaked folds.

“D-do you have a condom by any chance?” Your heart sinks especially when you remember that the two of you had agreed to not using one back when this started as long as either of you used protection with other partners, so the chances of him carrying a random condom around are low. But the sore twinges of your nipples and thrown off appetite has you a little paranoid, and you’d rather be safe than sorry. 

Jeongguk pauses with his hand stroking his cock lazily, tearing his eyes away from your dripping, exposed folds that are almost begging to be spread and fucked. “Why? Do we need one? I thought-”

“J-just in case,” you breathe heavily at the sight of his cock in his hand. “In case that girl gave you something.” You’re using her as an excuse, since it’s highly unlikely, and you both know that.

“It’s not because you fucked Park Jimin right?” He asks jokingly, but his eyes are serious and he doesn’t give you a chance to look away. When you shake your head firmly without breaking eye contact, he knows you’re being truthful because you wouldn’t lie about something as serious as this. “You’re still on the pill right?” 

“Yeah, but… I just felt… weird for a bit. I’m sorry, I know you hate wearing one but-”

“It’s okay, baby,” he says with an unexpected kiss to your forehead, and the tenderness of his actions has your heart skipping a beat, expecting him to put up more of a fight about it. “I’ll wear one if you want me to, but the problem is… I don’t have one right now.” The disappointment is evident in his voice as he rests back on his knees on the bed.

Your eyes dart over to Sejong’s side of the room. “I-I think Sejong has some. Just in that drawer by the bed over there.” 

Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate as he crosses the room in long strides and retrieves a foil wrapped package and he tears it open with his teeth even before he reaches the bed. “I haven’t worn one of these in ages,” he comments as he slips it on, and your breath catches in your throat, and not because the head of his cock is currently probing at your folds.

Does that mean he hasn’t fucked anyone else other than you since you started this thing? The thought is cut short when he pushes past your folds and the stretch makes you forget everything but how good he feels inside you. He exhales heavily as he bottoms out inside you, the sensations lessened due to the barrier, but it still feels good to be inside your warmth again.

“Fuck, you’re tighter than usual,” he says as he draws his hips back to give a few experimental thrusts, and your walls cling on tight to his length, making it hard for him to move. Jeongguk places a thumb on your clit to rub in circles because he knows that penetration doesn’t really do anything for you as it does for him, and you respond by wrapping your legs around his waist and drawing him in closer.

You’ve never fucked him in an actual bed before, so it feels more intimate than you’re used to as he touches his forehead to your shoulder to increase the force behind his thrusts. Each slap of his skin against yours makes you claw and scratch at his back, and he makes sure to keep his thumb on your clit as well, drawing out whiny moans from the back of your throat.

“Jeongguk, ah fuck, that feels so good, you’re so good,” you can only breathlessly moan as he slides his hands under your knees to bring them together so that you fit even tighter around his cock.

“Fuck, I love hearing you whine when I’m pounding that pussy,” Jeongguk grunts when your walls close in around him. “So wet, so tight, so- fucking- good.” He punctuates each word with a thrust that bathes your nerves in an ocean of ecstasy, and you actually sob and gasp for air.

“Harder, Jeongguk, fuck me harder,” you plead with him to quench that aching desire in your core. He obliges by hooking both legs over his shoulder and leaning his weight onto his palms, taking advantage of your hyper flexibility as a cheerleader to nearly fold you in half as he continues to pound his cock in and out. 

By now you’re incoherent and reduced to sobs and whines, which are music to his ears as your walls pulse around him, and he sends you over the edge embarrassingly quick. Trapped under him, you can only thrash against his body as he continues to thrust through your orgasm, and the tingles of white hot pleasure reaches all the way down to your toes.

When the pulsing of your walls has slowed, Jeongguk lets up and gently pushes your legs from his shoulder, kissing your ankle like he did the last time he spread you open in a split. He continues to thrust at a leisurely pace, but even so you wince from oversensitivity and stop him with a hand to his lower abdomen, feeling the hard pecs under your fingers.

“Wait, Jeongguk, ouch, not so hard. Let me top.” He pulls out and sits on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide, and you slide off the bed to stand between them. Reaching back to stroke his cock a few times, you bend down to wrap your lips around him to taste a combination of the both of you before turning to let your back face him and spreading your legs to sit on his cock slowly.

Jeongguk’s cock spreads you apart, and you support yourself on his thighs as you sink down slowly. He lets out a deep moan even as his hands situate themselves on your waist to urge you down a little faster, but you opt to tease him by resisting with your grip on his thighs. When you finally hit the base of him, he exhales sharply into the nape of your neck, mouthing at your skin in order to keep some semblance of control.

Pushing against his thighs, you start to move up and down his cock ever so slowly, making sure to clench your walls against him tightly every time you go down. After a while Jeongguk gets tired of letting you set the pace, so he grips your waist tightly and moves you up and down his cock a little faster, while giving small thrusts with his hips that are still pinned under your weight.

“Jeongguk, ah-, you’re so big,” you pant as he drills into you slowly, and the friction of him against your soaked, oversensitive walls makes you squirm in his grasp. His length is swollen inside you from having been aroused for so long, and his thickness elicits continuous gasps from your lips as he continues to bounce you up and down. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna come soon, but I want you to come one more time baby,” he whispers into your neck. He increases his speed slightly, but doesn’t pull out as much so that he can remain within your warm walls for as long as possible.

“I-I don’t think I can.” The lingering heat remains just out of reach, and your feet are barely touching the ground every time he thrusts upwards. “Jeongguk, oh, I can’t again-”

“You can, baby just relax and let me do it,” he reaches for your clit and twists it between slender fingers, and you nearly buck your hips off his lap in response. “That’s it, you like it when I fuck you like this right?”

“Yes, please more,” you gasp when his fingers pause over your clit.

“Will you promise to be a good girl and not let other men touch what’s mine?” Jeongguk gives a particularly hard thrust that hits a little too deep, and you whine in pain.

“Y-yes, I’m yours, just yours,” you grasp his thigh to push yourself off his length slightly as he smirks into your skin with satisfaction at your answer. “Not so deep, Jeongguk, ow.” 

“I know you can take it baby, are you close?” He increases his efforts on your clit, and you’re barely aware that you’re making a mess all over his thighs and even leaking onto your sheets underneath. “Looks like someone’s ready to cum, hmm? She’s dripping all over my cock, what a nasty girl you are.”

With his usual filthy words you tighten around him a second time, thighs trembling to support your own weight as your nerves threaten to be singed raw by the fiery inferno that completely engulfs your consciousness. Jeongguk fucks up into your raw pussy a few more times once your orgasm has unleashed, and his arms tighten around your waist as he releases into the condom with a drawn out moan.

You collapse boneless into his arms as he breathes heavily into your hair. Jeongguk moves backwards onto your bed with his arms still around you and lets the two of you fall into your fluffy pillow.

“You’re more sensitive today, you okay?” His deep voice sends shivers down your spine as he presses his lips just behind your ear.

“Mhm,” you say under your breath even as you wonder what to do with your arms, do you rest them on top of his own on your waist, or do you keep them to yourself? You’ve never shared such a post coital moment with him before, and he’s being extremely cuddly, which hits right outside your comfort zone.

Jeongguk hasn’t pulled out yet, and the condom is starting to feel wet and unpleasant against your skin.

“Kook, condom,” you whine, and he gets the hint, pulling out of your sore pussy and carefully taking off the condom. You watch as he gets up to dispose of it in your wastebin across the room, messy brown hair, sweat glistening on his chest and all. Drawing the covers around your bare form as he returns, you survey him with wary eyes as he pauses at the side of your bed.

“Um, not to be rude but Sejong will be back soon and…” It’s the most awkward thing you’ve ever said after sex, and you’d never thought you’d be the one chasing Jeon Jeongguk out instead of it being the other way around. The brown haired, doe eyed boy looks a bit regretful, as if he wants to stay and cuddle more, but your eyes stray to the door once more and he catches the hint, turning away to head to the bathroom to get dressed 

It’s better to push him away before he does, after all you’re only just fuck buddies.

*

“You sure you’re feeling okay?” Sejong peers at you with concern from her position hovering over you. She touches your forehead with a thoughtful frown. “No fever or anything, just a queasy stomach?”

“Yeah,” you mumble through a raw throat from throwing up twice that morning already. “I’ll be fine though; I already took some medicine. I’m sorry I can’t go to practice today; I know you wanted to try out a new routine.”

“Shhh just concentrate on getting better okay? I’ll drop by to check on you again before practice and bring you some food.” Sejong tucks the covers up to your chin and brushes a strand of hair off your forehead. “Rest well sweetie.”

After she’s gone, the room is quiet and dark, and it just manages to lull you back to sleep when your phone vibrates on the table beside you. You blearily reach for it and check the screen. 

10.58am [jungcock]: wru?? y r u not in class 11.01am [jungcock]: prof asked about her fave student like twice already 11.03am [jungcock]: hello?? 11.03am [jungcock]: did u die 11.04am [jungcock]: did i go too hard on u that last time 11.05am [jungcock]: jk but r u ok??

His barrage of texts leaves an uncomfortable wedge in your throat. Checking up on each other like this is not what fuck buddies do, but then again fuck buddies don’t play jealousy games with each other either, and they most certainly don’t actually get jealous due to said game. You don’t feel like explaining anything to him, but if you don’t reply his texts will keep coming, so you type out the shortest reply that your aching temples can withstand.

11.10am [you]: m fine just stomach flu

With that you set your phone to do not disturb mode and pull the covers back over your head.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but the next time you awake there’s a pounding on the door and someone outside is calling your name repeatedly. Half-awake and rubbing your eyes, you absent-mindedly ask Sejong to get the door, but then you realise she’s still out and that the person outside can’t be her either.

Feeling almost a million times more awake, your thoughts immediately land upon his dark brown hair and doe eyes as you stumble for the door, hesitating before opening it, hoping and praying that it isn’t him.

Instead a bright pink head of hair greets you, and Park Jimin takes in your dishevelled appearance with dismay. “Did I wake you? Ah I’m so sorry ____, but I just wanted to come and check on you… Sejong told me you were sick so I brought this.” He smiles sheepishly as he raises a paper bag filled to the brim with containers of food.

Jimin looks genuinely concerned about your wellbeing, and when you don’t immediately respond, his smile fades a little. “Do you want me to go? I can go, but at least just let me leave this here so you can eat something.”

“No wait, Jimin,” you reach for his wrist to stop him from leaving and tug him inside. “Come in, it’s… nice to see you.”

A shy smile breaks out on his plush lips, and he steps inside your room.

“Thanks for doing this, you really didn’t have to,” you watch as he places the bag of food on your study table and begins to take out the containers one by one. From the way they’re packed meticulously into the plastic boxes, the food looks homemade, and Park Jimin blushes adorably as he spies you watching him intently from your position on the bed.

“No, I wanted to,” he mumbles without making eye contact. His presence in the room makes you feel a lot better, and a warmth creeps into your chest as Jimin ponders over the different containers of food, asking you what you feel like eating, and you don’t deserve him at all, not when you used him so selfishly to get back at Jeon Jeongguk.

“Actually, I’ve been having some weird cravings lately.” You don’t feel hesitant at all to tell him this, but if it had been Jeongguk you wouldn’t have let him into your room at all. Not that he would bother to visit you anyway. “Like fries and vanilla ice cream, hashbrowns and maple syrup.”

Park Jimin attempts to hide a giggle behind his fluffy blue sweater and tries to maintain a straight face. “You call that weird? You should see what my roommate Taehyung eats for breakfast.”

“Wait, what does he eat for breakfast?”

“French toast and ketchup.”

You wrinkle your nose for a second just imagining it, but then you catch the look on Jimin’s face and burst out into laughter. “You totally made that up just to make me feel better! You’re a horrible liar, Park Jimin.”

He grimaces when you call him out, “ah you caught me there. But it’s really not that weird! When my mom was pregnant with me, she said she craved pickles with sour cream. I don’t mock people’s tastes in food, I’m a very accepting kind of guy.” 

“Sure,” you manage to choke out in the midst of your laughter. “Well, I doubt you have any fries and ice cream in there,” you gesture over to his paper bag on the table, and he has to agree.

“But I can go get some from McDonalds real quick,” he says as he grabs his wallet from the table. “Just wait here!”

Jimin heads for the open door again, but you start to stand and stop him. 

“Jimin, wait, I didn’t mean- you don’t have to! I’m sure you have somewhere else to be, or something else to do, or-” 

He stops your rant with his hands on your waist, guiding you gently back to the bed. “Maybe. But I always make sure I take care of all the important things first. Like you.” He presses a kiss to your forehead with a slight blush emanating on his cheeks. “Be back soon.”

The door closes softly, and you remain on the bed with the warmth of his lips still on your forehead long after he’s gone. You wander over to the boxes of food he left on your table, and open a random one out of curiosity. The smell of pork immediately hits your nostrils, and you gag on reflex, rushing to the bathroom and throwing yourself on your knees to avoid throwing up all over the porcelain tiles.

When you’re done you rest your forehead against the edge of the seat to try and regain your strength for a bit. Just when you thought the worst bout of the vomiting was over, too. You’re about to heave yourself to your feet to swallow down another few tablets of stomach flu tablets when you freeze in terror. 

When my mom was pregnant with me.

Fuck, it can’t be. The last time you had sex with Jeongguk he used a condom, so it can’t be, right?

You close your eyes and all you can see is days and months as you try and recall when your last period was. It should have come when Jeongguk asked you to meet him at that party, which meant that he was right, at least, about it being your time of the month. The pure irony might have been funny at a time other than this, but at this moment pure desperation wells up in your chest, followed by denial. 

This can’t be happening, you’ve never missed a pill in your birth control, so it has to be a false alarm. Just an overly persistent stomach flu from that shady sushi place you ate at last week. Still, your fingers are shaking as you reach for your phone from your position on the floor and unlock it, hovering over one contact.

You can’t call him.

Just the thought of calling him and telling him makes your heart race and you start to feel dizzy all over again, and breathing becomes difficult. You can’t tell Jeongguk. Even if it does turn out to be a false alarm, you can’t tell him because that’s not what fuck buddies do. Fuck buddies don’t call each other up over pregnancy scares, and even if it’s more than a scare, you don’t want to hear the rejection that comes straight from his lips; it’ll only hurt more and make everything worse.

You have to face it sooner or later: you’re nothing but an easy fuck for him, and he doesn’t give a shit about you. 

But the thought of going out to buy a test and doing it alone, waiting for the result alone, and facing the consequences of it all alone is no better. You sit there for a moment staring into blank space, motionless when your phone lights up with a message.

4.08pm [chim]: got the goods, otw back now! you doing ok?

4.09pm chim sent you an image

You click open the image to reveal a selfie of his cute puffy cheeks and pouty lips while he holds up the brown fast food bag next to him. The very sight of him makes you feel a little calmer, and you feel a little less panicky as you close the image and click on the call button next to his name.

“Yeah? Are you okay? Did you want something else?” He answers immediately.

“U-uhm no Jimin, it’s just…” You pause awkwardly, having no idea how to ask him. 

“What is it? What else are you craving? I can go get them now!” Jimin’s voice sounds over the phone in his usual bright and cheery tone, and you swallow hard. 

“I need a pregnancy test.”

*

“Do you need me to call someone else? Like Sejong maybe? Or…” Jimin’s voice trails off as he watches you clutch the pink box with a death grip while seated cross-legged on your bed.

“No, don’t- don’t call her.” Your voice sounds smaller than you intended it to be, and you clear your throat in an attempt to hide the trepidation that’s building up inside your chest. “C-can you stay with me? I know it’s weird that I’m making you deal with this when it’s not even your problem but… I just didn’t want to do this alone.”

“Of course, it’s not weird at all,” Jimin crosses the room to sit beside you on the bed, prying one of your hands loose from your death grip on the box and holding it tightly in his own. He fixes you with a concerned gaze through the wispy pink strands of his bangs. “I’ll be waiting out here okay? Whatever it is, we’ll go through it together.”

The warmth of his own palm calms your panicked breathing a little, and you turn to meet his gaze hesitantly. “Jimin, why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“This.” You spread out your arms and wave them around in a vague gesture. “Visiting me. Bringing me food. Staying with me. Why are you being so nice to me? Why don’t you tell me to just fuck off and deal with what I got myself into?” 

“Because you asked me to stay, and the person who should be here with you clearly isn’t.” He gives a pointed look towards the darkened screen of your phone, as if he’s aware that you’ve been obsessively checking for any messages from Jeongguk for the last hour. “And actually… I know this isn’t the best time to tell you this, but I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time.” 

“I know,” you admit, chuckling when his eyes widen in shock almost comically. “You confessed to me while drunk at that party.”

“Wait what? Since when did I- I can’t believe I made such a fool of myself in front of you,” Jimin scrunches up his nose and attempts to hide his face behind his sweater paws. “But you didn’t mention it all this while, so that means-”

“I didn’t mention it because I thought it was just drunken nonsense,” you cut him off with a squeeze of his hand. His face lights up with hope at the sound of this, and you feel terrible for shutting him down again. “It’s just… I’m sorry but I don’t think I’m in a state to give you an answer right now. Not with this…” 

“No, I understand,” Jimin says firmly. “Whenever you’re ready, okay? I’ll be waiting here, unless you need help with peeing or something.”

His light hearted joke makes a smile tug at the corner of your lips, and you push yourself off the bed, only to sit on his lap with your face buried in his neck. Jimin’s arms surround you wordlessly, and for a moment it feels as if everything might be okay again, as if your life doesn’t depend on a few drops of urine on a damn stick.

You pull away and attempt to sniffle back a few tears, giving him a brave smile before you walk towards the bathroom door and close it behind you. The simple action of pulling down your pants and situating yourself on the toilet seat has to be the worst thing you’ve ever done, but then to add salt to your wound, you hear a familiar voice from outside. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jeon Jeongguk’s voice comes from just outside the bathroom door, and you rush to pull up your sweatpants and push open the door, only to come face to face with Jeongguk himself. 

His eyes dart down to the stick in your hands, to your tearstained cheeks, and to Jimin, before finally settling back on you with disbelief and betrayal, and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen Jeon Jeongguk look so hurt. 

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[cursseeteen-blog]

This is an appreciation post for my beloved bros because where about to get separated to each other this coming year because were turning senior high and we have to take different paths for us to make our dreams come true. Its really depressing that we wont be together anymore after this school year, we wont do some things together, like eating together, talking and laughing while the teacher is talking in front, eating while theres classes, copy each others assignments/ seatworks, eat streetfoods after classes and more. I never thought that I will get to the point wherein these people would mean a lot to me. Year 2016 I was expelled on my school when I was on 8th grade because I did some shit, I didn't mind it at first but the thought that I will leave my friends are the worst part. I transferred school at the end of the year (Im turning grade 9) where all of my cousins studied and some are currently studying. I was really nervous that time because I have no one to lean on nor to talk to. Some of my new classmates are friendly and they approached me first some of them were Amanda (the very first one(if youre reading this, fuck you)),Gab, Mariel, Owen and Jantreck who had a big role to my high school life. On my first month I joined on a wrong squad wherein the members are toxics. I quickly quit to their squad without them knowing, I just dont join to them anymore. This guys are always approaching me and asking me to tell about something to myself, I doubt at first because I thought they're bullies and that they might bully me. They are tall and huge and they really looked like bullies lol but I was very very wrong because as the days passes being with them is very much fun. I realized that my old friends company was nothing compare to the company they're giving to me for only a short period of time. We always having our lunch together, blabbering stuffs, going out together and many more. Btw let me introduce them -Chukwua Yow bitch I know youre reading this dont fucking laughed at me bcoz I know ure secrets. This bitch approached me at the very 1st meeting we had, she is feeling close and It was very awkward to me haha but I really appreciate it. On my first year we are not really close unlike now that we almost have to change faces (lol I wont let that happen coz shes too ugly for me) we took care of each other when one of us is drunk. I really had a great time being with her, I can tell her some explicit and gross stuff without me being judged, she does the same thing to me and I really appreciate the trust she is giving me. My partner in crime, but also my motivator to do good things especially when it comes to studies. She's usually a bitch and short tempered so when she's not in the mood, serious and pouting dont you dare to come close to her. -SDOG My guy bestfriend, he can predict if Im good or nah. I can also count on him everytime I want an attention from an elder brother, ready to fight when someone's being rude to me. He offers me food everytime. -Pony J The chick magnet/good son/ intelligent and the funniest one, he can make us laugh effortlessly. He will give you the last bite of his food. He also shield himself whenever Im being attacked by my autistic classmate. -Slender Z The silent and laziest one, no life to be with and annoying because he rarely talk very much but ofcourse he's a good person especially a friend and he has a good traits that I cant explain because I just dont know what it really is, nevertheless he's one of the best bud I had. -Quavo He's a bit harsh to me but a sweet friend who's concern on whats happening to you. -Jaycole My first crush on BMA lol hahaha I never thought that we would have a great time together because I was so shy and intimidated when I knew that we were classmates. My 2nd partner in crime when it comes to doing illegal stuffs. I missed this guy way too much because he migrated @ London last June 2016. One year is not enough for me to be with you although we had a lot of memories on a short period of time. Please do video call more often :) -Gabaldo We dont have much memories with each other but thanks for laughing and replying my chats whenever Im cracking jokes or sending memes on our group chat. All of those "HAHAHAHAH" were very much appreciated. -Mahadera IDK if Im still your bestfriend but its okay if Im already not atleast I had the chance to be with you and cherish some happy memories. I also miss you so much, we dont talk anymore like we used to do. Its too cheesy for y'all but I thanked God for blessing me this kind of friendship we had. I am confident whenever Im with them, I sometimes can ask them to take me a social media sites deserving pics and pose whatever I want without being awkward. They still sniff me even though I smell very bad. They were the witness of my several evilness and don't tolerate any of them. I would treasure this friendship forever. They we're irreplaceable (Im the replaceable one). I don't think I can find this kind of friendship really easily so I am very sad about us being separated and wont see each other's face everyday anymore💔 I wish I knew them earlier and spent my whole hs life with them. I cant express my deepest gratitude by posting this because my effort doing this is nothing thats all I hope that we will still keep in touch when we all have our own love lifes lmao. I love you all 🙄💋

[conorpmaynard]

She’s Using You // Jack Maynard

Word Count- 1161

Summary- anna doesn’t like you

A/N- here’s a lil jack imagine for you all. i havent gotten to part 10 for aswas so im posting this, hope you guys like it!!

~~

You had been dating Jack for 5 months now. He decide that it was now time to meet his parents. You were nervous to say that least. They knew you from Jacks videos, but you knew nothing but their names.

But you weren’t too worried about his parents. There was a different family member you were afraid to meet. Anna, his younger sister. At first, you were excited to meet her. But then you overheard the conversation they had last night.

~~

“Anna,” Jack stopped, you assumed she cut him off. “Anna.” He said again, getting annoyed.

After a few seconds he said, “Can I speak? Or are you going to interrupt me again?” he asked.

You couldn’t hear what she was saying, but you could put two and two together.

“No she’s not.” He sighed, walking around his room, “It’s not like that… She’s not like that.”

You were devastated, you were so excited to meet her. She seemed so sweet in his videos. You thought you two would get on well.

Guess not.

“Anna, please. Stop saying that.” You heard the balcony open, “She’s not like, she isn’t using me for…” his voiced faded.

~~

“They’ll love you!” he encouraged from his spot on the couch.

“Fine…” you mumbled, not wanting to say any more on the topic.

“Why are you so worried,” he stood up and walked behind you, snaking his arms around your stomach. “You weren’t nervous to meet Conor.”

“I …” you turned around, getting out of his grasp. “I heard you talking to Anna last night.” You sighed. “I just don’t understand. I haven’t even met her… and she already hates me.”

“Babe,” he sat next to you, “she’s just worried.”

“Conor wasn’t!” you exclaimed, dumbfounded as to why the teenager didn’t like you.

“She thinks,” he hesitated, contemplating if telling you was a good idea, “She saw the video you did with Joe.”

“Are you serious? She’s basing her view of me off a video?” this made you frustrated.

A few weeks ago you and Joe filmed a collab. You two did The YouTuber Confessional. In the video, Joe asked you, “Are you dating Jack because he has more subscribers?”

You laughed, “Yes.” You gave the camera a fake serious look. “I’m in it for the fame and the fame only.”

“She’s a gold digger!” he screamed.

Though this looks bad, Joe posted the bloopers. And it them, you here this:

“Are you dating Jack because he has more subscribers?”

“What? No! Of course not.”

“I dare you to say yes. 100% seriously.”

You laughed, “Ok. Just cut all of this out. Ready? Ask me again.”

So you knew you were joking. Jack knew you were joking. But for some reason, Anna took this to heart.

Nonetheless, you found yourself on the train to Brighton. You looked out the window, watching the scenery pass in the blink of an eye. Jack squeezed you hand when he noticed you biting your fingernails, it had always been a bad habit of yours.

“I love you.” He smiled.

“I love you too.” You smiled, kissing his cheek.

Before you knew it, Jack was knocking on his parent’s door.

“Jack!” his mom smiled. “So lovely to see you again dear.”

“And you must be the lovely Y/n.” she engulfed you in a hug.

“It’s so nice to meet you.” You hugged back.

“Dad.” Jack shook his head, acknowledging the presence of his father.

“Son.” He nodded back, turning towards you. “So you’re Ashley right? Oh wait. That’s the other girlfriend. You’re Y/n.” he laughed, hugging you.

“Something you need to tell me Jack?” you played along.

“She’s not as pretty.” He had a smirk on his face. You slapped his arm.

You four slowly migrate towards the main room.

“Anna! Come down. Jack’s here.” Helen called upstairs. A few seconds later, the teenager rounded the corner.

“Jack!” she squealed, running up to him.

“Hey sis.” He sighed. “I missed you.” He let go, and that’s when her smile faded.

“You actually brought her?” she fake whispered. You lowered your head.

“Anna. That is not how we treat guests.” Gary said.

The tension in the room was obvious. You felt awkward. You wanted to leave.

“Where’s the bathroom?” you asked, not looking at Anna.

“Down the hall, first door on your right.” Helen smiled, trying to lighten the mood. When you walked past the siblings you hear Anna say something along the lines of ‘don’t steal anything’.

And that’s when you broke down. Tears flowed from your eyes, you didn’t care that everyone could hear you. You just didn’t understand.

“ANNA!” you heard Jack yell. “I get you may not like her. But she is my girlfriend. And I love her. And she will be around for a long time. She isn’t using me. You’re wrong. Just stop being so rude. You know I love you, but sometimes you can be a real bitch! Just go up to your room, I don’t want to see you right now.”

You felt awful. Jack never, and you mean never yelled at Anna. Maybe she was being rude, but he was a little harsh. This made you feel ever worse.

You heard a knock on the door, “Love? Can I come in?”

“Yeah…”

Jack walked in, sitting next to you against the tub.

“She didn’t deserve that.” You said after a few moments.

“Neither did you.”

“I know, but she’s your sister.”

He sighed, “I know I know. I’ll apologize. I just… I don’t understand why she won’t just let me be happy.”

“You would do the same if she had a boyfriend.”

“Why are you defending her?” he turned to look at you.

“Because, she’s a teenager. She gets too much shit thrown at her already. She doesn’t deserve hate form everyone in her life. Even if it’s me.”

“God…”

“What?”

“You’re bloody perfect.”

You laughed, “Stop.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, now go apologize.”

You and Jack stood up, but when you opened the door you were both surprised.

Anna stood at the entrance with red cheeks a puffy eyes.

“I’m so sorry.” She said, you assumed she was talking to Jack. But then she hugged you.  You were surprised at first, but hugged her back.

“I didn’t realize. I’m sorry. I’m so stupid. You’re not using him. I was just jealous. I’m so so so so sorry.” She sobbed.

“It’s okay.” Was all you could say. After she let go of you, she hugged Jack.

“Please forgive me.” She whimpered.

“Of course. I’m so sorry. I love you so much, Anna. Never forget that.”

Since then, you and Anna never fought, never even had a disagreement. You soon became besties; her trusting you with her darkest secrets and you giving her tips on how to survive her teenage years.

Jack never understood how the two most important girls in his life were perfect. He truly was blessed.

#jack maynard #jack maynard imagine #Conor Maynard #Oli White #caspar lee #Joe Sugg #josh pieters #mikey pearce #imagine #imagines #youtube #youtube imagines #buttercream squad #buttercream #buttercream imagines

[baekhyunsahoe]

BBKY92 has posted!

By some small miracle, chanyeol makes it back to his apartment, jongin in tow. He thought they had taken uber pool but apparently not so they were having an impromptu drunken sleepover.

Chanyeol’s place is mini sized. It’s got zero bedrooms, one bath, and a small kitchen. they nearly trip over and die over the shoes at the door but somehow manage to land on the bed [if you can even call it that]. It’s nothing more than a futon on the floor with a bunch of pillows and some stuffed animals.

Jongin’s sprawled on his back, chanyeol side eyes his sockless state of foot that had probably been sockless since the start. That guy never liked socks. Chanyeol never liked sweaty feet from not wearing socks. It could not go on like this. He’s about to voice his views on this matter when jongin drops his phone on his own face.

Chanyeol bursts out laughing, jongin’s groaning background noise.

“are you okay?” chanyeol asks to be ‘polite.’ Jongin scowls and the phone slips out of his hand again. “you are not okay.” Chanyeol confirms.

“my screen is so bright dude.” Jongin complains. “its blinding”

“you can change it on your settings.”

“I did – oh shit!”

“what?!”

“kyungsoo called me.”

Chanyeol’s eyes widen. A mad kyungsoo was basically the end of your days. Or jongin’s days at least.

“why didn’t you answer it?” chanyeol asks in horror.

“I didn’t hear it!” jongin yells.

Chanyeol shakes his head and reaches for his phone. “oooooooo. he called me too.”

“seriously?!”

“deadass.”

“oh my god… I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up here any second now…” jongin blinks up at the ceiling seemingly having accepted his fate.

“fuck that.” Chanyeol scoffs laying on his side and snuggling the nearest pillow. “tell him youre staying over. Im sure he can survive one night without you.”

“okay.”

“okay.”

“okay.”

“okay.”

“stop saying okay.”

“okay.”

“I changed my mind, have him come here and get you the fuck out of my bed.”

“im sorry.”

Chanyeol throws a stuffed toy at him, reminds himself to say sorry to rainbow [his alpaca] later for using him as a weapon, and reaches for his laptop.

“I’ma throw up.”

“go to the bathroom.”

“okay.”

Chanyeol barely gives jongin the time of day as the younger male wobbles to the toilet. That’s what he gets. He had spent a whopping $80 earlier and it did not even include tip yet.

The alcohol is still rampant in his veins, chanyeols cheeks are flushed despite the cool temperate of his room. His eyes feels heavy, sleep threatening to overcome him soon. But he had some business he had to take care of. It was only 6pm [ they had been at the beer and chicken place for 4 hours before migrating to the nearest bar and ordering more rounds ] [ thankfully lit!jongin had been in a friendly mood and paid for it that time ]

Chanyeol quickly logs onto his tumblr and in five seconds flat uploads his video, checks bkhyn92s page, sees no updates, and slams his laptop shut. He lays down and is idly wondering if he had a password lock on there when he feels jongin collapse next to him, out like a light.

-- it isn’t morning yet when chanyeol wakes up next.

Its his turn to yack it.

Feeling like he was going to give birth through his mouth to a mutant chicken beer and soju blob chanyeol barely makes it to the bowl of his toilet.

“help me im dying.” He says to his shower curtain. it is of no help as the 2nd round causes chanyeol’s eyes to water.

After making a blood oath with himself in his mind to never drink again, chanyeol’s got the taste of tooth paste in his mouth instead of well. We don’t need to describe it.

The time on the microwave glimmers at him in the darkness.

10;30pm

Chanyeol settles on his bed, trying to ignore jongin cuddling rainbow the alpaca and is about to drift back off into much needed sleep when his phone vibrates loudly.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT.

BZZZZZZZT.

Ignore it, chanyeol thinks.

BZZZZZZZT BZZT BZZT BZZZZZZZZZZZZT

Don’t ignore it, chanyeol reconsiders.

With a dramatic FUCK MY LIFE muttered under his breath, chanyeol answers without looking.

“WHAT.”

“hello chanyeol.”

He blanches. That voice.

“s-soo?”

Do kyungsoo, the guardian of the seven rings of hell. No jk. But he totally can be if he ever applied for that job.

“nice of you to answer. I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t.”

“of course. Um.”

“jongin there?”

“yeah. He’s knocked out.” Chanyeol says apologetically hating how he was going to get the blame for jongin’s idea to get shitfaced in mid afternoon.

“is he ok?” kyungsoo asks, instead of the SEND ME YOUR LOCATION for proof chanyeol was expecting. Kyungsoo was a bit overprotective in the cutest and deadliest way possible.

“he should be.”  chanyeol kicks jongin in the leg to see if he is alive. Jongin groans. “yeah hes fine. Did you want to come swoop him?”

“no way. He might yack in my car.”

Such a caring bf. That’s bae. Jongin was a lucky guy.

“well don’t worry, hes safe here with me. Unless he tries to draw a penis on my face. Then I cant make any promises.”

“my relationship turnover was coming up anyway.” Kyungsoo jokes darkly. Chanyeol snickers despite a small voice in his mind squeaking pls don’t hurt me through out this whole conversation. “by the way, I heard you were going on a date with Baekhyun tomorrow.”

Jesus did jongin alert the media? Was there a new snapchat filter for this too? which countries still didn’t know? Has that billboard for rent been bought out to make a glowing neon sign yet? Did he make a medical breakthrough to relay messages to fetuses in the wombs as well? You know, since he felt the need to open his big mouth and tell everyone.

“uh. Yeah. I guess.”

“I’m pretty excited to see how this turns out.”

“do you know Baekhyun?” chanyeol asks curiously. One part of him felt kinda weird talking to kyungsoo on the phone while his boyfriend was spooning an alpaca.

“we went to the same music school together.”

“oh.” Chanyeol, the greatest conversationalist ever. Replies.

“he’s a nice guy once you get to know him. Don’t be offended by his ratchet self. He may seem like a thot, but that’s just an image he tries to maintain.” Kyungsoo says helpfully.

Chanyeol meanwhile is trying to do some math in his head. Did he hear correctly? Was he still drunk? Why on earth would anyone want to up hold their thottie honor? This is why chanyeol was single.

“don’t tell him I told you this, but hes still pretty down in the dumps about his break up. He was actually serious about that guy. It just didn’t work out you know?”

“uhhuh.” Chanyeol wanted to know more but at the same time he didn’t want to pry. He was raised to be respectful of other peoples business. Baekhyuns secrets, personal and his, didn’t need to be told to him by someone else.

“I could tell you more if you want.”

“sure.”

That previous paragraph never happened.

“he’s probably going to try to smash.”

“what.”

“yeah. Havent you heard the best way to get over a guy is to get under another one?”

No. of course not. the last time he checked he hadn’t subscribed to the Thotsmopolitan.

“are you sure about this?” chanyeol asks swallowing hard, the feeling of nervousness deep-throating him.

“yup.” A yawn. “I might have said too much.”

“wait. So should i… you know.”

“if you like him, you shouldn’t.”

Ah yes. that made total sense. Don’t get into the pants of someone youre feeling.

“because that will automatically make you look like a fuckboy. it’s a test of sorts. That’s why im telling you. I think youd be a good match for him.”

“why is that?”

“youd just balance each other out.”

Chanyeols starting to wonder just how much kyungsoo knew about him. Whenever he third wheeled it was all good times; karaoke bowling pet cafes… nothing ever deep. Perhaps jongin be talking shit?

“anyway. Good luck tomorrow and have fun! Tell jongin he better be home before I wake up with breakfast ready or else.”

“yes sir!”

“goodnight chanyeol.”

sweet

   “So you’re chanyeol?”

“yes. last time I checked.”

Baekhyun looks amused despite the judgemental tone of his voice.

Chanyeol just looks uncomfortable.

The date came sooner than he would like [he had a mere less than 24 hours to prepare himself and half those hours were him hungover on soju]. Now he found himself sitting  in the same chicken and beer spot [seriously was there no other place to go to around these parts?] with jongin’s music teacher for company.

“and when was that?”  Baekhyun asks innocently sipping at his water. Chanyeol takes note of his hands. Theyre very pretty. Like the rest of the guy. Except when he opens his mouth. He seems to be snarky but playful which isn’t bad, but chanyeol is socially awkward at times like these.

He swallows a weird lump in his throat. “um.” He didn’t quite know how to answer that.

“kidding!” Baekhyun laughs. “I don’t need to know last time you checked.”

Then why did you ask, chanyeol thinks crazily. He sips his water too with a pained smile. Baekhyun was seriously intimidating and he didn’t know why. Maybe its because they were both sober and what kyungsoo had said echoes back and forth in chanyeol’s mind like a 1980s horror cartoon. ‘he’s gonna wanna smaaaaaaaaaAssshhhhhhhhh’ kyungsoo replayss in a creepy singsong voice.

“want to get something to drink?” chanyeol blurts.

Baekhyun raises an eyebrow. “do you want to get me drunk…?”

“no! no. I just.” Chanyeol rambles, horrified at the insinuation. He wasn’t a fuckboy!

“chill. I wanna get me drunk.” Baekhyun winks. “a pitcher and a bottle of chamisul sound good to you?”

“sounds good, yeah, great actually.” Chanyeol agrees nodding his head repeatedly. Baekhyun laughs again.

“someones eager.” Baekhyun comments. “or a raging alcoholic.”

Chanyeol pouts but he realizes Baekhyun is just teasing.

The alcohol arrives soon enough and after the first two soju bombs chanyeol is feeling less stressed and more relaxed. Baekhyun looks the same, a sign he must have high alcohol tolerance. Whos the raging alcoholic now?

“tell me about yourself.” Baekhyun drawls, gaze focused solely on chanyeol. His pretty eyes are outlined with black liner, and despite appearing as sober as fifteen minutes ago has a slight pink glow dusting across his cheek bones. “why are you single.”

Chanyeol blinks, has to seriously come up with an answer to that question. He ends up laughing awkwardly, scratching his head. “oh I guess I just don’t really have much time to date and plus its hard to meet people nowadays, I think… “

“How long have you been single?”

“Um… a few months,” A FEW YEARS, his mind and penis scream at him in devastation.

“Ooh. No hook ups or anything?” Baekhyun asks casually pouring a shot for the both of them.

Chanyeol isn’t sure if he should confess to not having boned in A FEW YEARS or to try and seem cool by saying he got hoes in different area codes. But he didn’t wanna be a fuckboy. gods, was this a test? There was no winning!

“No…” he ends up answering honestly. He takes his shot without Baekhyun and downs his beer.

Baekhyun looks truly surprised. “wow. So you’re saying you haven’t gotten laid in months?” he whistles, and takes his drink.

“its not really a big deal to me,” chanyeol explains hastily, defending his unwanted chastity belt.

“uhhuh.” Baekhyun nods, pouring yet another set of beer and soju. “hooking up isn’t a big deal to you.”

“no!” chanyeol exclaims. “no, I meant. Like. Nevermind.”

Baekhyun smiles coyly at him through his eyelashes. “cheers to that.”

“cheers to what?”

“hooking up.”

They down their respective alcohol even though chanyeol isn’t sure what the hell that meant but strangely finds himself not too worried. Baekhyuns presence is becoming comfortable, and with every shot, chanyeol feels like he can be more and more himself. Baekhyun laughs a lot at his reactions and stories, and chanyeol is captivated everytime Baekhyun opens his mouth, looks at him, pours drink, takes a shot, anything really. Baekhyun is truly gorgeous, and attractive af. There was just something about him and chanyeol is suddenly thinking about baekhyuns previous question except about Baekhyun – why was he single?