coffee sticks

My favorite Shady/Illegal tips

*If you don’t have a stamp, reverse your destination and return addresses. The post office will deliver it to the return address for free

*One bag of garbage from a McDonald’s dumpster has hundreds of receipts in it, each of which has a survey. Submit each one for lots of free food

*Holding a cell phone to your ear justifies loitering. This aids in public urination, dumpster diving, stalking, trespassing, etc

*If you’re going to plagiarize, plagiarize something in a foreign language. Use a translator and spend a few minutes touching up the results.

*If they have free refills, save your cup. Next time you eat there, your drink is free.

*A plastic coffee stir stick can fool any push in coin acceptor that loads the coins on edge. Just insert stir stick, push the mechanism forward until you feel the stick hit a bump, push the bump down with the stick and push the mech all the way in

*If you look like you know what you’re doing, no one will bother you.

*When lying, always include something slightly embarrassing, or something that makes you look bad, as part of your story. It’s not only going to disarm their skepticism (admitting to something embarrassing gives an impression of humility), but even if they remain skeptical, they’ll be left wondering why you would make something up that you’d rather keep secret if it were true

*Using Clorox or any bleach will turn the red/pink liquid detection dot on electronic devices back to white so they replace them under warranty

* “A drug dealer in DC taught me to pick my nose if the police are staring at me. No one picks their nose if they think someone is watching them, so it’s the ultimate way of being nonchalant.”

* "I learned that you can get into almost any special event by wearing a chef coat. Even just carrying one and walking like you know where you’re going will work every time. Most people don’t want to look stupid by asking you who you are.“ 

* "My go to missing work call was never "I’m sick”, it was “Family problems”. They never questioned it, it’s vague enough and embarrassing enough that nobody ever asks.“ 

*As part of the employee training at Target, they teach you that if a customer argues over a price, and the full price is under $20, to just give it to them for whatever price they claim. It’s cheaper for the company to move on to the next customer than to call in a price check.

*Put a rolled up sock in the change slot on a vending machine, come back back 4 days later….and pull sock….you will be 6-ish dollars richer.

*If it’s a small lie, like who farted or who put the empty milk carton in the fridge, I’ll tell a terrible lie. I’ll not be able to hold a straight face, contradict myself, basically suck at lying.Now everyone I know thinks I can’t tell a lie to save my life. So when I really need a big lie, I nail it every time. No one ever suspects me when I lie straight faced.

*Bring crutches to an airport. Bypass every line (including boarding) and you are chauffeured to your gate the second you pass through security.

*Make up a secret to share with someone- they may open up and share far more valuable real secrets.

*Here’s a classic. Drive over to your 7/11 of choice. Fill up a Slurpee and drop some candy bars in that bitch. Make sure the candy bars aren’t showing. Cover the Slurpee and pay for it. Free Snickers bitch.

*I tell everyone i’ve never done any drugs. Suddenly everyone offers me cocaine, ecstasy, pot, lsd. I think i’ve had $200 worth of drugs each weekend for free.Same with liquor. "Im not drinking tonight” BOOM! Everyone gives me booze. Its like everyone wants to break your integrity as soon as you tell them you are not doing whatever they are doing.

*If you need to cash from an ATM and its not a large amount, buy a 5 cent piece of gum from a gas station that has the cash back option. Its cheaper than a $3 charge

*Act less intelligent than you really are. Acting stupid can get you out of some tricky situations. Feigning ignorance is way better than admitting you knew better but did it anyway. My old man used to say ‘It is easier to beg forgiveness than ask for permission’…sometimes it’s true.

*Every time I fly, when I land I’ll pen a little complaint to the airline that flew me. You know, I’ll come up with something like “oh, they denied me a drink! Oh, the food wasn’t vegetarian!” Whatever miscellaneous hogwash potpourri comes to my crazy brain. And like clockwork, within a business day, they’re reimbursing me with a $50 voucher, a $100 voucher, I can sell that on the secondary market.

*I’ve always had a lot of success in shutting nosy people up by blaming any personal issue on allergies. Crying from a panic attack? Allergies giving me puffy eyes. What’s that mysterious pill I’m taking? Allergy meds. Why am I acting spaced out/hungover/tired? Allergies meds making me drowsy.

*If you really wanna get away with some shit, buy a reflective vest, a white hard hat, and a clipboard. You can go ANYWHERE.

Your hands feel like home

Request: Some college au lance and keith, where maybe keith gets like really badly sick (Up to you my friend how) and lance has to force him to stop going to classes/go to the hospital but keith gets so freaking stressed because he must have perfect grades (Klance if you want!!) Thank!!! C:

Summary: When Keith comes down sick, he assumes its nothing and carries on. But as classes and deadlines start to take their toll, it becomes more and more obvious to both Keith and his boyfriend Lance, that this ‘cold’ is anything but normal. How he made it to lectures with full blown pneumonia, he’ll never know, but something he does know is that no matter what, Lance will always be by his side. 


‘Babe, did you get the coffee?’

Keith raised his head, pausing in his feeble attempt to remove his shoes without experiencing a rapid, unplanned introduction to the floor.

‘Huh?’ he called, a small wince seeping through his teeth at the irritable scrape in his throat. He had been feeling ill for days, sluggish and tired, with a growing wet cough that burned his airways and pounded his head like a hammer on an anvil. He knew he had a fever - that morning while Lance had still been sleeping he had snuck into his bathroom and borrowed his thermometer, only find that his temperature had risen to 38.5 degrees. But college was just too busy to take a day off from, and so he had popped a few fever reducers and paracetamol and gotten on with his day.

‘Coffee,’ Lance repeated, sticking his head out of the kitchen door to raise his eyebrows at Keith. ‘you said you were gonna stop by the store on your way here and pick some up. I’m nearly out,’

Keith groaned, leaning his head against the wall, second shoe all but forgotten. ‘Damnit.. I forgot, sorry. Want me to go back out and get some?’ he asked, but every fibre of his body was praying that Lance would say no. Apparently, whatever Gods were looking down on him chose to be kind, and Lance shook his head, at ease.

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the kisses au

because there are so many types of kisses! have some affectionate widowtracer because i refuse to believe their relationship is purely sex and angst

  • lena oxton is a very affectionate person
  • she is all smiles and hugs and friendly hip-checks and cuddles and sharing space and, needless to say, widowmaker is not.
  • so when they start this… thing
  • widow is not prepared for what comes next
  • she wakes in the morning covered in ten blankets and a snoozing lena oxton, surrounded by a mess of pillows and teddy bears and textbooks on theoretical physics, and it is warm and the sunlight was made for basking in, and she jolts a little in surprise
  • her talon bunker is cold and dark and decorated with one purple gouge across the blank white walls and the cot is stiff and poky and she has nothing but nightmares
  • lena stirs at her movement, grumbles sleepily. widow freezes, unsure of the protocol. does she… touch her? move? does she stay there? oh god what should she do?
  • she settles for tentatively touching lena’s hair. it’s soft, fluffy, perpetually messy, and she pats her head with cold hands.
  • ‘lo,’ lena murmurs, throat creaking a little, and widow blinks, snatching her hand back.
  • ‘good morning,’ she says, a touch stiffly. lena doesn’t seem to notice, tipping her head slightly and shifting closer, burrowing her head into widow’s neck and pressing a kiss to her jaw. the whole motion is easy and careless and widow can’t help but smile.
  • lena whispers something groggily against her throat, and she frowns in confusion.
  • ‘quoi?’
  • lena lifts her head for a moment. ‘said you look cute.’
  • ‘cute?’
  • ‘ya know, mornings. hair down. ‘s cute.’
  • ‘so do you.’
  • ‘mm. thanks.’ 
  • she’s waking up slowly, sitting up, bending over amelie to blindly kiss her face, opening her eyes, the soft brown gentle in the rising sun, her nose bumping clumsily against amelie’s icy cheek.
  • ‘there’s a diner here somewhere,’ she mumbles between kisses, aiming for amelie’s nose and missing spectacularly. ‘you into coffee?’
  • ‘café au lait,’ is amelie’s response, and lena snorts, snuggling into her shoulder.
  • ‘you and your prissy french coffee.’
  • amelie sticks her tongue out at her and lena pouts exaggeratedly, spread-eagling herself over widow and clinging.
  • ‘get off,’ amelie says, without meaning it. lena just smiles at her knowingly, and clings tighter, dotting kisses over amelie’s collarbones and humming some pop song.
  • ‘i want food,’ amelie says abruptly and decisively, and clambers off the bed with lena still attached to her. ‘shoes on. am i carrying you there?’
  • ‘yeah,’ lena mumbles, and then blinks. ‘wait, are we going naked?’
  • ‘no,’ amelie says, rolling her eyes fondly, ‘put your clothes on.’
  • lena sings as she straps the accelerator to her chest and slings a leather jacket around her shoulders, dances up behind widow and spins her around and presses the spiderbites into her ear and widow snorts when she makes a pun, eyebrows waggling
  • they walk to the nearest cafe and lena buys four pastries and feeds amelie pieces of an apple turnover as she talks about a recent prototype of the plane that she and winston are developing and widow hums and listens and feels the soft brush of lena’s fingers against her lips and the way they skim over her jaw and down her arm to her hands, and then lena gets momentarily distracted in favour of kissing each of amelie’s fingertips
  • and amelie tells her about sombra’s embarrassing moments, hands dancing in the air (she’s wonderfully expressive when she wants to be), smiles a little when lena laughs so hard she almost snorts coffee out her nose
  • they’re the best mornings amelie’s had in a while.
  • late nights are good, too
  • they curl up on the couch, and amelie wears lena’s fuzzy koala socks, and they watch old movies and lena squishes in next to her so close that amelie can smell the faint traces of the lemon soap she uses (and amelie steals on a regular basis) and she wraps her arms loosely around lena’s midsection and lena hums and traces her tattoos and pecks kisses on her wrists
  • and sometimes, every so often, lena comes home to amelie sitting on the floor with a bottle of wine and hard eyes and lena talks her down with quiet words and soft desperate ‘i am here’ kisses and amelie cries and tangles her hands in lena’s hair and they sit together on lena’s kitchen floor and amelie mumbles about needles and gerard and monsters
  • at nights, they lie together, lena’s arms tight around amelie’s shoulders, quiet words of affection. lena learns a bit of frankly horrid french and takes a certain amount of delight in sneaking up behind amelie and whispering, ‘je t’aime’ into her ear
  • and her accent’s bad and the tones are wrong and she doesn’t quite say it like people in france
  • but it seems much more right than anything amelie’s ever heard

storiesfromtheden  asked:

PROMPTS! YAY PROMPTS! Nurseydex bad mental health day lovin'? Or Nursey explains poems to Dex, Dex doesn't get shit but is all heart eyes about it? Or domestic nurseydex? Anything nurseydex please!

I know I told you I was going to do their coffee shop meet cute from the faculty AU, but that was turning into a huge thing and taking forever, and then last night the idea fairy visited and gave me some stressed out grad school Nurseydex instead.


Nursey looked at the stacks of books that had taken over their coffee table, flags sticking out of them in every direction, and wanted nothing more than to fling them at the wall. Just flip the whole table. Send papers flying everywhere. He could see it in his mind so clearly. It was so close to being satisfying that it made him itch. He grabbed a throw pillow off the end of the couch, pressed it over his face, and screamed.

Dex looked up from his place at the dining table (the only flat surface left in the apartment for him to work at) and raised his eyebrows. “Feeling a bit dramatic today?”

“I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m done. Can I be done? I don’t even remember what the point of getting a PhD is anymore. The pressure to come up with something ‘new’ and ‘innovative’ in a field where everything has been said a thousand times before just makes my mind go blank now, and I think I can vaguely remember a time when I found this subject interesting, but that was so long ago it just feels like a dream, and now I’m so far down the theory rabbit hole I’m not sure I can talk to normal people anymore and I sound such like a pretentious asshole every time I have to talk to my advisor that I want to punch myself in the face.” He ran out of breath and slumped on the couch, staring vaguely at the ceiling and longing vaguely for the days when he thought being “chill” was his ultimate ambition.

Dex blinked at him for a few seconds and then shrugged. “So don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t finish. You don’t actually have to. Nothing says you are required to finish your dissertation and get a PhD. You already have everything needed for a master’s in passing. There is literally nothing stopping you from withdrawing from your program, taking the MA, and doing that teaching certificate I know you have all the information for stuffed in the back of the desk in the office.”

Nursey just stared at him.

Dex moved his laptop to the side and folded his arms in front of him. “I’m serious. Unless you really want to be a college professor, there’s basically zero reason for you to get a PhD. If your dissertation is driving you to the point of mental breakdown and you genuinely do not care about the subject anymore, then stop. I won’t judge. You’re not even in debt for this degree because they’ve had you TAing the whole time. There are no real consequences here. There is life beyond academia. You can be ABD for the rest of your life and I will still love you and you will still be employable and the world will still turn.”

Nursey realized that his vision had gone blurry and his hands were shaking, but at the same time, he felt like he could breathe again. “Oh,” he said.

“Yeah, oh. It’s gonna be okay, you know? I promise.”

Nursey blew out a huge breath. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” And then Dex smiled at him and pulled his laptop back over, leaving Nursey to sort out his thoughts.

Nursey wasn’t sure if he’d actually take Dex up on the offer to love him through the process of withdrawing from his program, (during which he sincerely doubted he’d be much of a delight,) but maybe just knowing it was a sincere option would be enough to get him through the last fifty pages of his diss. Just knowing he had options made him feel a thousand times lighter.

Supermarket Flowers

Words: 1600+

Warnings: death, cussing

Request: Can I request a Madison x reader fic where the reader is friends with the Hamilsquad and Mads comforts her after Alex’s death?

A/N: I got extra inspired while listening to ed sheeran’s supermarket flowers, so here you guys go!


You picked up the withered supermarket flowers from the windowsill, throwing it in the garbage. You forgot to water them, so they died within days. As you stared into the trash, you remembered the day you got them.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I know how that must feel.”

“It will be okay Y/N, Alexander is in a better place now.”

“Y/N, please don’t cry. Aww, it’ll be alright. I’m here.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss.”

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Chocolate

Word Count: 584

Fandom: Sherlock

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Request (s): None

Warning (s): None

A/N: It’s short but sweet.  Quite literally haha.

Originally posted by soalkie


“I’ll have a coffee. Black,” the curly haired man said. He was a regular. You were always fascinated by him. After all he was The Great Sherlock Holmes. You did, however, find it odd that every day he would enter the little chocolate shop at exactly ten in the morning like clockwork and order the same exact thing. It wasn’t even related to chocolate! You huffed in fake annoyance as you put in his order.

“Good morning to you too, Mister Holmes,” you jested, attempting to raise even a tiny smile out of the man. It was no use. He pulled out his wallet to pay you but you put your hand up to indicate that he stop. He sighed and just sat on a stool next to the counter and waited for his morning coffee. “This one’s on the house.”

You’d think that he could make his own coffee, as far as you could tell, he was a rather wealthy man, with all the cases he solved. He should have been able to buy a coffee maker. Or just stick to tea. But you wouldn’t say anything like that aloud. 

You smiled to yourself as an idea crept into your head.

“One coffee for Mister Holmes,” you said, walking up to the counter to hand the warm drink to him.

“(Y/N), how many times must I tell you, Sherlock will do,” he spoke, taking the drink and having a small sip. His eyes widened in surprise.

“Um … (Y/N). I do believe that this isn’t coffee,” he said after swallowing.

“I know,” you said, smirking smugly. “This is a chocolate shop Mister Holm- I mean, Sherlock. We sell chocolate so how about some hot cocoa for once?”

“Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully. He took another sip of the drink and sighed.

“Okay, I guess it is decent.”

“Decent? Oh Sherlock, have you ever had a hot cocoa before? This is the best of the best!”

“A-alright, alright. This is quite good, (Y/N),” Sherlock stammered, a blanket of pink dusting his complexion.

“Maybe you should have chocolate things more often, yeah?” You asked, jokingly.

“I guess,” he mumbled, taking another drink. You smiled.

“You’re the only reason I come here, you know that?” Sherlock importuned. Your smile faltered for a moment before you regained yourself.

“Why is that?” You asked.

“I enjoy talking to you. You’re interesting,” he explained, acting completely nonchalant.

“Is that so?” 

“Yes, and so here I am with a question for you. Would you like to have dinner sometime? Maybe I could buy you a hot chocolate,” he said with a smile.

“I-I would love to, Sherlock,” you replied. He smiled wider and handed you his mobile to put your number into. You did so without hesitation.

“Grand. How about seven tomorrow? I could pick you up,” he said, gathering himself to leave.

“That sounds perfect. See you then Sherlock,” you said as he stood up.

“I’ll text you later,” he said, walking out the door. 

You smiled to yourself as you began to busy yourself with the few customers that walked into the shop. You felt good about this, it was just what you needed. Some excitement in your monotonous life.

Oh, if only you knew what you were getting yourself into.

Rainy days and Tuesdays

Chanyeol wakes up around four in the morning, just like every other morning.

A shadow of an annoying beeping sound still echoes in the drums of his ears even though they got rid of that pesky alarm clock years ago. Both of them deemed it unnecessary to keep one since Chanyeol’s body clock has already been set at the same time. Not only is Chanyeol far more effective but this new arrangement also lessens the chances of mini morning heart attacks.

The rain’s grumbles weakens his will and lulls him back to the comforts of his spit soaked pillow but he sets aside sleep in lieu of blending today’s coffee. And waking up Baekhyun.

Especially waking up Baekhyun

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anonymous asked:

Here's one: The chocobros sharing ice cream with their s/o? ❤️❤️

Nonny! I’m sorry if it’s horrible *hides behind a rock* This request is too damn cute and I worked on it for weeks but nothing could ever capture the cuteness of this damn scene.


Noctis

  • After school in Insomnia on a cold winter day
  • “You want to get ice cream? It’s snowing!” Noctis exclaims
  • “Yes, but ice cream is for all seasons. Ice cream is for the soul, Noct.” You say brushing snow off your coat
  • “You’re impossible.” He sighs before you grab his hand and head towards the ice cream shop down the road
  • You order two scoops of chocolate chip cookie dough in a cone.
  • “Here! Have some!” You push the ice cream near his face
  • “No thanks” but since you don’t take no for an answer so you push it closer to his face and he ends up with ice cream on his nose. He looks at you flatly and the smile from your face melts.
  • He wipes the ice cream from his nose with his index finger and eats it “Tastes great”
  • You head outside with Noctis and proceed to eat your ice cream in the snow.
  • Your hands start to shake and Noctis notices this so he warms his palms up with a fire spell and holds your hand while he secures his other hand around your waist to keep you warm while you eat ice cream.
  • Best human radiator ever.

Prompto

  • A sweltering day in Lestallum after one of your hunts.
  • “ICE CREAM!” You shout having spotted an ice cream store
  • You enter the store to be bombarded by a bunch of flavours, you and Prompto try most if not all but you’re torn between two flavours.
  • “What are you thinking about?” Prompto asks from behind
  • “I can’t decide which flavour to get!” You pout
  • “Get. Both.” Prompto was not good company when it came to saving up and trying to stay healthy but who dahell cares?
  • You and Prompto end up with 4 bowls of ice cream namely: Chocobo Chocolate, Minty Moogle, Vanilla King, and Cleigne Caramel. You end up “sharing” bites of ice cream from each other.
  • “Hey, look over there!” He points to a far off direction, you turn to look closely but find nothing in that direction.
  • Prompto has a spoonful of the ice cream you chose in his mouth.

Ignis

  • He picks you up from work in Insomnia one hot summer day.
  • “Fancy some ice cream, darling?”
  • “You made ice cream?” Your eyes instantly light up at the thought of Iggy’s homemade lavender vanilla ice cream.
  • “No, but how about we buy some on the way home?”
  • Iggy brings you to a gasoline station 2 blocks away from your house.
  • You buy Iggy a stick of ebony ice cream and you get yourself a cup of soft serve sprinkled with chocolate powder, as soon as you take a bite of your soft serve you gag.
  • IT TASTES HORRIBLE
  • You hop inside the car and insert a spoonful of the soft serve into Iggy’s mouth. He nods approvingly until his face contorts looking as if he was in physical pain.
  • “I didn’t know they had that kind of flavour…” He asks while reaching for the bottle of water. He takes a long swig, he closes his eyes as the water slides down his throat washing away the unpleasant taste.
  • “Awful huh?” You sigh while bringing out the stick of ebony ice cream Iggy had ordered.
  • You unwrap the stick of coffee ice cream and hand it to him. He starts eating it until he turns to your direction and sees you frowning.
  • He looks at you, a smile grows on his face. “Ah, how’s about we share mine?”

Gladio

  • After a day of training in the Citadel
  • “Hey (Y/N), do you want to get some ice cream? Iris made some at home.”
  • Gladio knows how much you love your sweets and he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to give you a sweet treat or two.
  • You walk going to the home of the Amicitias with your hands intertwined.
  • Jared greets you with a warm hello and so does Talcott. You’ve been hanging out here so much that the entire staff already knows you.
  • You end up in front of the TV with Gladio watching corny romantic movies while eating ice cream together.
  • “I really don’t know why you insist on watching these movies!” You say in between spoonfuls of ice cream
  • “These movies are what makes life worth living! It’s so horrible that it’s nice!” He says feeding you another bite of ice cream
  • AH BRAIN FREEZE! TOO MUCH ICE CREAM.
  • “Eat more ice cream to get rid of your brain freeze!” He laughs as he hands you a bottle of water, you give him a light punch on the arm and a chaste kiss on the lips.
  • You and Gladio end up falling asleep propped up against the couch and you both look so peaceful that when Clarus gets home he just shakes his head and smiles.
  • Iris puts a blanket over the both of you being careful not to wake either of you.
  • Needless to say, you both woke up with terrible sore throats.
CEO: Part Two.

A/N; So from the title you can probably already guess this is the second part to CEO. It will be a small series, maybe consisting of four parts. I really hope you enjoy it! xoxo

Pairing: StilesxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: NSFW.

Word count: 5,634

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Part One  

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Vomit and Burns (Host Club AU Jonghyun)

Originally posted by shinee-who

Type: Fluff


Jonghyun zipped up his pants as you brushed your teeth. “I can’t believe you did that. Do you know how much these pants cost?” he asked you. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help it” you mumble sarcastically. “You puked on my lap. These pants cost more than what your family makes in a year” he hissed “that’s depressing” you click your tongue “someone is dumb enough to spend that much money on pants” you continue as you throw his pants back at him. “Must be nice having your lame existence handed to you” you say as you walk out of the men’s room you were both hiding in after the incident.

“You’re lucky you’re smart or your poor ass would have never been accepted to this school” he hissed sassily sticking out of the room you guys were in as you roll your eyes.

~

“I’m not going in there” you tell your new friend, Jieun who pouted “but the boys there are so perfect” she said on awe. “They’re a bunch of stuck up rich kids” you say before covering your mouth. “I’m aware silly. They’re just pretty to look at” she tells you with a chuckle. It was something you liked about her she was very sweet and different from the other rich kids you had met. You were dragged with force into the room to be greeted by the five boys who called themselves Shinee. You went to back out when Jieun grabbed you again. 

You sat down away from everyone scrolling through your phone when a presence sat down next to you. “You know most girls come here to socialize” you hear as you looked up to see Lee Taemin there. “You’re the chick who puked on Jonghyun” he said as you quickly covered his mouth “don’t say it out loud” you tell him as he smiles. “Anyone who wears pants that cost that much are asking for it” he jokes as you smile. “He wouldn’t shut up about his designer pants but now he wants nothing to do with them” Taemin laughs as he smiles at you. “Why don’t you join me over there? We have cake, cookies, tea, and coffee” he said sticking his arm out for you. You took his arm “why did you puke?” he asked as you smile “I had a smoothie drinking contest with my younger brother and Jonghyun happened to walk by at the wrong time”  you say as he nods “what flavor?” he asked “mango” you tell him as laughs.

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Jonghyun laughed at the girl who told him a bad joke as he moved some hair away from her face before he saw Taemin sitting there. His smile dropped when he saw you there “excuse me for a minute princess” he said as he got up and made his way over towards you two. “Are you here to apologize for ruining my pants?” he asked as you chuckled “the moment I apologize will be the moment your ass actually looked good in them” you say as Taemin held back a laugh “do they not teach manners to poor people?” Jonghyun asked as you smiled “we’re nothing but uneducated swine” you coo as he scoffs. 

“Just say sorry for ruining my pants” he said as he got closer to you “I won’t apologize” you say stubbornly as Jonghyun looks you over. “Then you’ll pay me back for the pants” he says crossing his legs.  “What size do you wear?” he asked as you raised a brow.

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You held a tray behind your back to cover your skirt as you bowed. “You know how to pour tea right?” Jonghyun asked as you looked down. “Pour” he ordered as you set the tray down and picked up the pot. “What is this?” one of the girls asked “tea” you state “what kind of tea?” she asked. “Green tea” you say “it’s good for keeping your figures” you say as she smiles “really?” “yup” you say pouring the tea. You gave a smile before you picked up the tray. Bowing you walked off. 

“I didn’t know you were hiring people, can I work here?” she asked excited as Jonghyun smiled taking her hand. “Princess, she owes me a big favor. Even though I would get to see you in a cute little maids outfit, you’re much to pretty to be pouring tea” he says as you scoff being able to hear him. “Are you saying our new server isn’t pretty?” Kibum asked as he popped between the pair “of course not. She’s just used to having to work” Jonghyun defended. “Contradicting yourself something fierce” Kibum says resting his head on Jonghyun’s shoulder.

Soon the crashing of a cup filled the air followed by a hiss “you can’t even pour tea right” the girl said as you held your leg. “I pour it just fine you’re the one who poured it on me” you said as you were helped up “why would you pour tea on her?” Jonghyun asked as she rolled her eyes “she got tea on my dress” she said “we don’t hurt people here” Minho says as he grabs her arm. 

You let out a yelp as you were picked up off of your feet by Jonghyun who carried you to the bathroom.

~

“What are you doing?” you ask as he presses a cold wet towel lightly to your leg “5 minutes. Then I’ll take you to the nurse but this is the best thing to reduce swelling” he spoke as he poured more cold water on with his hands. “You know how to take care of burns?” you asked “my nanny taught me” he told you with a smile. “She taught me a lot about taking care of boo-boos” he joked. After a few minutes you felt the towel pulled off of your leg. You were picked up once more “I can walk” you tell him as he looks you in the eyes “not until it’s properly taken care of. We have to go downstairs and I don’t trust the strength of a burnt leg” he said. “You’re a really good actor” you tell him as he chuckles “don’t believe I care to help you? I don’t like seeing people hurt” he explains as he opens the door to the nurses office.

He sat beside you as he watched the nurse apply cream and wrap your leg “do you want me to kiss it better?” he jokes as you lift your leg up playing along. “they really should make those skirts longer” he says as you lower it. “It doesn’t mean I didn’t like the view of your little teddy bear undies” he said as you rolled your eyes and got up. He watched you limp off “what?” he calls “that’s the Kim Jonghyun I expected. A dirty pervert” you say loudly as he chases after you “you’re the 17 year old wearing teddy bear underwear” he says just as loud. 

For a While

Originally posted by parkchny

Member: Exo Lay/Yixing

Type: Smut/Slight Angst

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You woke up alone in your apartment for the first time in weeks, and you were cold. You pulled the comforter around you tighter as you tried to go back to sleep, but it was impossible. More restless nights followed, with even more restless days that went by too slowly. You stared at your phone sometimes, hoping that there would at least be a message from Yixing. Even a little ‘Hi’ would’ve sufficed but you didn’t receive anything of the like.

You fingers itched to call him or text him or something but you always felt like you’d only upset him again so you held back. The days went by, and you’d sit in your apartment that now felt foreign compared to his and turn the key he had given you over and over again in your palm.

You sat wondering if you really did like him and if he really did want to be with you. You missed his comfort and his strong arms pulling you closer to him and keeping you warm. You missed the taste of his lips and the way he’d look at you every time you were with him. You missed-

…talking to him? Did you two ever really talk? Other than polite chatter during dinner or exchanging pleasantries before your arms wrapped around his neck and your lips pressed against his, you didn’t remember any actual conversations since you two began sleeping together.

Except for that first time, where you’d spilled your sadness and frustration about being infertile, where you’d cried and asked him to please, please make you forget for at least a little while. That was the one time you’d actually talked about something that mattered. Since then whenever Yixing brought up something important about your relationship or your life or anything you blocked it out. You shook your head and shrugged, only wanting to feel him kiss you again or thrust into you as he always did.

And he’d always oblige.

Despite the fact that he’d waited weeks for an answer, for a sign that you actually did want him, you said nothing. Despite the fact that he changed his whole lifestyle after a one night stand, you did nothing but ask for more kissing and touching and never-ending nights of sex.

What the fuck were you thinking?

Even then you were hesitant. Your thoughts were flooded with ideas that Yixing might have changed his mind after seeing your behavior. Maybe he didn’t want you anymore. Maybe he realized that you were a mess and that-

Or maybe he still wanted you. You waited though, hoping that he’d contact you first.

Your resolve broke faster than you’d expected, however, and barely a week after you’d left you found yourself standing in front of Yixing’s apartment door, key in hand.

Your mind and heart raced as you mustered the courage to push the key into the lock, turning it slowly before carefully pushing the door open. You felt your throat go dry as the familiar smell of Yixing’s apartment filled your nose.

You stepped into the kitchen quietly, looking around nervously, staring at the countertops where you used to sit as Yixing ravished you in the mornings, his hands strong on your hips and his lips soft on yours. Your legs squeezed together with the thought, but you shook yourself out of it, a different goal in mind.

“Yi-Yixing?” you stuttered, your voice echoing through the apartment. There was no response, and you felt the impatience take over. You wanted to see him, but it was so nerve-wracking to think about if he actually wanted to see you or if he would push you away now or what.

You bit your lip, trying to calm yourself down. You decided to make yourself coffee, realizing that the caffeine might make you more jumpy but not caring, needing something to distract you. You pressed the button on the coffee machine, watching as your cup was filled slowly.

The steaming, bitter liquid felt smooth running down your throat, and you took a deep breath, resuming your wait for Yixing.

Your fingers tapped on the counter impatiently as your mind drifted back to your first morning with Yixing, when what you thought was supposedly a “friends with benefits” relationship began, when he first teased you to the point of madness with his fingers and tongue against your-

You yelped as the hot liquid seeped through your shirt and you cursed, feeling like an idiot for accidentally spilling coffee over yourself. You set the mug down on the counter and rushed to Yixing’s room, stripping your clothing quickly. Grabbing a towel, you went to the sink and washed off the coffee that was sticking to your stomach. You sighed in relief that none of your skin was actually burnt, only slightly sensitive to the cold water.

As you wiped off the last of the coffee, you noticed a white button up hanging against the door, and you grabbed it, putting your arms through your sleeves. You weren’t sure how long it would take for Yixing to get home, but you looked at your coffee stained blouse and pants and sighed, deciding to make use of his washing machine before he got home.

You picked up your clothes, ready to head out when you heard a voice from the kitchen.

“Hello?” his voice rang clearly through the apartment and you felt your heart racing again, your eyes blinking rapidly as you heard his footsteps through the hallway. You thought to put on clothes, as if he hadn’t already seen you like this before. You through to do something, anything, but you feet stayed glued to your spot and your eyes stayed wide as you stared at the door, your heart racing as you saw it slowly creak open.

“What are you do-” his voice dropped as his eyes landed on you, and you felt your cheeks heat up. He stood there for a moment, his black tie slightly loosened and his shirt still tucked as if he just got back from work. You watched his eyes travel over your body, as you stood in his bedroom in only your underwear and his unbuttoned white button-up with your eyes wide and breath uneven. “Oh god,” you heard him growl, his voice low as he neared you, and you dropped your clothes, your hands moving instinctively to pull the shirt together trying to cover yourself as you stammered.

“Yixing, I was- I just…I wanted to…I-” your voice suddenly disappeared as he got closer to you, his cheeks tinted and his pupils blown wide and you felt yourself take a step back before his arm reached out to grab yours, pulling you into his chest.

His lips were against yours and you felt his tongue swipe hard against your lower lip, making you yelp. His hands were on your hips, roaming your skin as you blinked rapidly, struggling to breath as he kissed you harder and gripped you tightly.

As his hands began to tug at the shirt you were half-wearing you broke the kiss, staring at his dark eyes as you caught your breath, He was biting his lip hard as he watched you, his eyes dark with lust as his hands pulled at the material again.

This wasn’t the Yixing you remembered. He’d always refused to be rough with you, always teasing and slow and comfortable but never like this. His grip on you was borderline painful and you couldn’t keep your heart from racing, wondering what got him like this.

You shrugged off the shirt and he went back to kissing you, his lips hard and bruising against yours and you felt yourself moan as his calloused hands roamed your body. running down your arms and over your stomach, squeezing your hips. He bit your lip hard, and you whimpered into his mouth tasting blood as he pulled away again, licking his lip as you touched the small wound.

He was breathing hard as he spoke, his voice low, “Sorry I…did you want…I…” His eyes were still blown wide as he stared at you as if you weren’t really there. His hands refused to leave your body, as if he needed reassurance that you were real.

Your words were caught in your throat and you blinked rapidly, feeling the muscles in your legs tense up as you felt your arousal growing. Then Yixing’s hands stopped at your hips, and your felt your body being turned before you were pushed down on his bed. His eyes roamed your body again, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks again despite the fact that you’d done this before, but no, the look he gave you was different this time.

The soft passion you’d seen in Yixing seemed to have disappeared completely as he pulled off his tie, throwing it on the bed as he began quickly undressing, his eyes still on you.

“Tell me,” he breathed, biting his lip. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

Your brows furrowed together as you tried to form words but all you managed to get out was an intelligent, “Huh?”

His eyebrow quirked up and you thought you saw the hint of a smile as he explained, “You said you wanted rough.”

You swallowed hard, remembering all the times you’d begged him to do more but he kept his slow, teasing pace that drove you nuts. You blinked up at him as he stood in front of you in his boxers, his eyes dark and his chest rising and falling with every breath.

Climbing on top of you, he leaned down to kiss you deeply, his tongue moving into your mouth and making you moan. You reached around to thread your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as you angled your head. He rolled his hips against you, and you felt the friction his hardening length against your center, making you buck your hips upward.

Your reached down, letting your hand push down his boxers just enough for you to pull out his member, pumping it slightly as you pushed him so he rolled over onto his back. You moved onto your knees in between his legs, leaning down to wrap your lips around his wet tip.

Your tongue ran across his slit, tasting his salt before your mouth sunk down on him, feeling him harden. You felt his finger thread in your hair as they always did, but that’s where the familiarity ended.

His grip was more firm, and as your tongue flattened against the large vein under his member his hips bucked up. he his the back of your throat and you choked, making him groan and push your head down against him. You felt your eyes water slightly, but the feeling of him fucking your mouth like this made you even wetter, and you squeezed your legs together after swallowing around him, hearing his deep groan.

“Stop…stop,” he pulled you off of him, and you crawled up his body to kiss his lips again. He flipped you over before biting down on your lip again, making you whimper.

As your hands began trailing up his chest he grabbed them, breaking the kiss and sitting up as he held both of your wrists together with one hand. You watched him, your chest rising and falling as he stared back, his eyes looking over you as if he was studying you.

You saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed before he spoke, “I want you naked.” He released your wrists and moved his hands to your back unhooking your bra. As you let it fall off your shoulders, he yanked down your underwear, and you were left bare in front of him. You reached for his boxers that were still half-on but he grabbed your wrists with his large hand again, pushing you onto your back.

His eyes were still on you as he reached for the side, grabbing the tie that he’d dropped onto the bed earlier. You felt your heart race as he asked you to shift up so your hands were closer to the headboard, and you squeezed your legs together from the surge of arousal that occurred as he tied your wrists together and tied it to the headboard. You tugged at the bindings, and you saw him smile above you as his hands ran down your arms and the rest of your body, his thumbs stretching out to flick your nipples before he stopped at your hips.

You bit your sore lip, watching his eyes rake your stretched, naked form. The corner of his mouth quirked up, and he half-jokingly stated, “This is where I tell you exactly how hard I’m going to fuck you.”

Remembering what you said to him in the kitchen on that first day, you almost wanted to laugh but instead you squeaked, “How hard?”

He bent his head down to you again, and you instinctively pulled on your restraints again almost forgetting they were there. His lips brushed against yours as he replied, “Extremely.”

His lips crashed against yours and you felt a surge of arousal straight down to your core, making you whimper. His kissed continued down your jaw and neck, staying at your collarbone to nip and bite at the sensitive skin as you felt a long finger touch the wetness at your core. He gasped, feeling how wet you were, and lifted his head to look at you with sultry, half-closed eyes.

“Does being tied up turn you on that much?” he asked, his voice a low growl, and you felt your face get warm as he continued, “Or is this because you liked sucking me off earlier.” You whimpered, and his moved up, his lips meeting yours again as you felt his tip at your entrance.

Without warning he plunged into you, making you moan into his mouth as he set an unforgivable pace. His hands moved to rest on the headboard behind you as he fucked you, your insides clenching around him as you felt the burn of him stretching you so suddenly.

Your breathing was erratic and you lifted your hips to meet his, your hands struggling against the tie because you wanted nothing more than to rake your fingers against the skin of his back. His balls slapped against you as he thrusted deeper, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, gasping at the friction as he hit your bundle of nerves.

You tightened around him again and he groaned, his thrusts quickening and you felt yourself building. As your whimpers and moans grew louder you could hear his breathing deepen; you managed to let out a short burst of how close you were, and you felt him shift above you.

As you were about to tip over the edge, one of his hands moved away from the headboard to wrap around the base of your throat. The pressure was slight but as your orgasm ripped through you, the feeling of his palm against your throat seemed to heighten it immensely. He groaned as you came, riding it out with you and releasing your throat, continuing his thrusts through the aftershocks before releasing.

White spots danced against your vision as you still felt the little sparks of your orgasm run through you. You blinked, watching Yixing untie the bonds above you before he dropped down to rest his head in the crook of your neck, careful not to crush you.

Your eyes closed as you tried to catch your breath, the exhaustion taking over as you felt his hot breath against your neck. You stayed like this, your arms moving down to wrap around him, your mind drifting off as the comfort of his warmth made you sleepier and sleepier. Since you’d left you hadn’t exactly gotten sleep at night. It seemed as though you’ve grown accustomed to sleeping in his arms, and without it you just couldn’t.

You were pulled out of your drowsy state as Yixing rolled off of you, moving to rest his head on the pillow beside you. You turned to look at him, and you watched each other quietly. All of the words that you prepared to say seemed to have vanished, and Yixing only opened and closed his mouth, as if he could find the words to say what he wanted to say. You spoke first, still lightheaded and slightly sleepy, but the words seemed to just come out.

“Is it…Is it alright if I stay for a while?” you asked, blinking up him. He took a moment to process your question before breaking out into a smile, and your heart skipped a beat.

You thought of how your physical relationship had escalated and wondered what it would be like to have an actual conversation with the man in front of you. The man whose smile made you want to see it more. It was the kind of smile that made you want to kiss the person, but you were perfectly content with watching his happy face, staring at those adorable dimples.

You smiled too when he replied, “You’re staying longer than that. I’ll make sure of it.”

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