Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Reader Genre: Smut, Comedy, Angst, Fluff Word Count: 30,587 Warnings: cursing/cussing, sexual content, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, past bullying, past abusive relationship, mentions of drug usage, mentions of depression, anxiety attacks, self-harm
SUMMARY First, there were hot tongues and meaningless moans, anger and grudges hidden behind sex. Then, there were laughter and inside jokes, fleeting kisses and warm gazes trapped in time. Jungkook has never known love before, but if he has to define it, he’s sure that love is everything he feels for her.
AUTHOR’S NOTE for the sake of the story, BTS’s ages are ambiguous. however, 95 line are still the same age, and jungkook/reader are the same age as well. jimin and taehyung will be in their third year of college, while jungkook and the reader in their first. hoseok and namjoon are also in their last year. the reader/female character will always just be referred to as she/her/the girl. any other female character (the reader’s roommate) will be referred to using their name (or in this case, “her roommate”). P.S. ALSO EXCUSE THE SMUT THX P.P.S. if you’ve ever read the overwhelming light surrounding us, see if you can catch my little reference ;) P.P.P.S. thanks @sydist for reading the whole thing and sorting out the plot with me, @thules for making sure the smut’s okay, and @trbld-writer for encouraging me to write this!
The winter air is colder today; Jungkook shoves his fingers into the pocket of his jeans. He quickly strides forward, breathing ragged as white mist dances before his lips; his camera slams against his chest as he breaks into a run.
He has always enjoyed winter. There’s something about the serenity of the season—a time littered with sprinkles of hope, joy, and laughter—that somehow always manages to warm his heart. His fondest memories are born during this time of year, images of a chocolate fondue, his smiling older brother, and giant Christmas presents tucked neatly into the corner of his mind.
His camera bounces as he halts abruptly, and he pushes through the doors of the coffee shop.
- will drink your coffee/tea and make a grimace for you because “there’s too much sugar here, pet”
- call on your phone in the middle of the day to ask what’s the name of the song you were listening early, because now it’s stuck in his head
- wakes you in the middle of the night just because he remembered the thing he wanted to tell your earlier but couldn’t remember
- put both hands between his thighs when he’s watching a scary movie, for safety of course
- tries to persuade inanimate objects to do things in the way he want, like when the printer is too slow and he tries to convince it to be faster, as if it could hear/ answer him
- still get nervous when he has to talk with your father, calling him Mr and Sir all the time, even after your father said that it wasn’t necessary
- pull you to sit on his lap while he’s talking on the phone, kissing and biting your back/neck/shoulder while you giggle
- say “who yeh’re smiling at?” while you scroll down on your phone as fast as possible so he won’t know that you were smiling at the pics of him with his fans in his last trip
- put a pillow under his shirt while you complete your nightly routine, rubbing his belly, looking at you and saying “see? I’m having your baby”
- Do a weird medley of songs while he sings in the shower, going from “twinkle twinkle little star” to “woman” and finishing with “isn’t she lovely?”, always thanking the ‘audience’ for having him
- hold you from behind after you shower and says “I’m gonna smell yeh till all the perfume fade away”
- will braid your hair while you’re siting between his legs on the floor, reading out loud a old poetry book he found in a book fair
- tries to twerk when he’s sure that no one is watching
- put his cold hands on your neck just to see your body shiver with it
- has a smug smile on his face after he listened to you talking with your friend and saying how much you love him and how good you feel when you’re with him
- pouts deeply when he’s thinking about something important and you feel the need to kiss the
wrinkle on his forehead, making him smile with that
- get embarrassed when you start to poke his dimple and teasing him about how pretty he is, and how seductive his dimples are
- loves when your mom tell him stories about your childhood, asking for her if he can take some pictures of the little you - in a bath, playing with a pink ball - with him, saying that if you don’t let him sleep on your arms tonight, he’ll post them tomorrow on twitter
- cries every time he watch “The Notebook”, hiding his face on your neck and asking you if “yeh’ gonna love me till I get old? Even if I don’t remember who yeh are?” as you promise him that yes, you’ll always love him, no matter what
- smiles embarrassed when you look at this hands and say “ omg harry you’re naked!” because he’s without his rings™, hiding his hands behind his back
first, sorry for taking so long do to this! it’s been months since you asked me and i was procrastinating as usual. second, thanks to @theheadcanonsawakens (ridicula) and @stylishmuser for helping me! i love you both very much a lot!
Forelsket- Danish; “The euphoria of falling in love”
Summary: Jungkook’s sure about his feelings for you, but he isn’t sure of yours. Taehyung suggests he use a love potion on the off chance you may confess, and it’s all downhill from there. [Harry Potter au] Pairing: Jungkook x reader Word Count: 2,564 A/N: inspired by a late night conversation with @minsvga and @jungkxook about Jungkook as a Ravenclaw, possessing bits and pieces of traits from all four houses yet still not being brave enough to confront his feelings. This was written on a whim, and truthfully, Katie’s will make mine make way more sense.
In the beginning of Jungkook’s fifth year at Hogwarts, he likes to think he understands everything about the school. He’s been sent into the Forbidden Forest, (no longer terrifying, but the name was kept after the Great War, and honestly, he’d only gone in on a dare,) he’s broken his arm in a few Quidditch matches, used the Marauders Map to sneak his way into Hogsmead the year he forgot his permission slip. But try as he may, there are still a few things Jungkook can’t figure out.
Take, for example, the way Jungkook catches you glancing at him in the library, eyes glazed as if you were lost in thought, only to look away before it became obvious to any bystander that you were staring. Innocent enough to anyone else’s view, but it’s happened too many times for Jungkook to write off. Or the way you claim to hate Quidditch, only to show up to any game Jungkook played in, cheering for his house and never your own. Or three weeks ago, when Jungkook had postponed an essay until the night it was due and you’d showed up at the door to his common room with four coffees, his favorite snack, and your favorite blanket.
Jungkook was pretty sure he knew how he felt, but he couldn’t be sure how you felt.
Request: happy v-day!! could you do a fred x reader imagine where the reader is harrys older sister so she’s also a target for voldemort and fred and george are assigned by the order to keep them safe at school and angst and fluff? ily thanks!! (btw I luv ur blog as well!
alright!! I’m so sorry it’s been a week I’ve had SO MUCH WORK TO DO AH!! thursday is mardi gras break and I’m going skiing with my bff for all 10 days of it but i will try to start on my other requests and do some ships!! please be patient I'm trying my best :) !
“-she needs someone to watch her!”
“Now, Harry, your sister can take care of herself,” Sirius was attempting to calm your bother.
“You know what,” Fred interjected, “I agree with Harry! Y/n is just as valuable to You-Know-Who as Harry is! We all know if he gets a hold of her Harry would be going to save her before anyone could even say ‘Dumbledore’s underwear!’”
You stood up angrily, “Don’t I get a say in this?!”
Sirius, Tonks, Remus, Arthur, Molly, Hermione, Fred, George, Harry, Ginny, Snape, and Ron all turned to look at you and the room fell silent.
“Like Sirius said,” you began slowly, Sirius winking at you when you said his name, “I can very well take care of myself, thank you. And I’m not going to let some noseless arsehole get in the way of my education!”
“I have to agree with you about that, y/n,” Hermione said with a slight chuckle, “but maybe it would be better if there was someone who might keep a look out. Two pairs of eyes are better than one, aren’t they?”
You sighed and sat down, your best friend was always right, wasn’t she?
“Look y/n,” your little brother began, “I just can’t let anyone else get hurt because of me, especially you.”
“Harry,” you looked up at him, “I’m the one that’s supposed to be looking after you! Bloody hell, your my little brother!”
“I know but-”
“What if Fred and I just watched out while we were at school together?” George proposed.
“Yeah,” Fred added, “We could keep Harry and the Order updated on anything suspicious at Hogwarts and watch out for y/n. We always hang out together anyways.”
You looked at Harry for his response.
“Okay,” he said, looking relieved.
Fred and George smirked at each other before walking towards you. You groaned.
“Oh, now, now, y/n,” Fred ‘comforted’ you.
“Don’t be so blue,” George grabbed your shoulders.
“Think of all the fun you’ll have with your babysitters!”
“Oh, no no no,” you shook your head, sliding out of George’s grip to face the twins, “This,” you pointed back and forth between them and you, “is not a babysitting gig. You are simply there to make sure I don’t die. Got it?”
“Oh, yeah,” they nodded in mock seriousness and then grinned at one another.
“Shit!” You cursed as your books flew out of your arms onto the ground. The back of your head felt like it was about to make contact wit the stairs when you felt strong arms wrap around you and lift you up.
You opened your eyes to see the one and only, Fred Weasley.
“Ugh, Weasley, what are you doing,” you shoved him off, going to get your books.
For the past week and a half, every time anything, anything at all, happened, Fred and George were there to swoop in and save the day (more Fred than George).
Forgot your Charms homework? Fred has it right here.
Wiping your mouth after eating cereal? Why would you when George is here?
Doing you hair for the day? Your very own personal stylist Fred Weasley is ready to make you the envy of every single girl at Hogwarts.
Brushing your teeth? Nonsense! Fred will take care of it!
Honestly, it was getting very annoying.
“What?” Fred said, almost amused, it seemed, “it is our job to take care of you.”
“I’m not a child, though,” you shot back.
Normally you would do anything to have your crush, Fred, at your beck and call, but it was so over the top and irritating!
“I know, I know,” he assured you, “but Harry would kill us if his sister was forced to walk to Potions all alone,” he added a mischievous wink.
You rolled your eyes, unable to help yourself from blushing, “Whatever.”
You were just about to enter the Potions room when Fred pulled you aside and into a small room off the side of the hall.
“Fred! What the f-”
“Shhhh!” he put a hand over your mouth.
Fred pulled out of his pocket an extendable ear, a new gadget he and George were working on for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.
“Listen,” he whispered as you watched the ear slide under the door and presumably to Snape’s room.
“-you may kill the girl, but Harry Potter is for me,” your heart stopped at the chilling voice.
“Yes, my lord,” Snape’s dull voice responded.
“Is that….” you began.
Fred nodded in response.
“However,” Snape began, “We could use her as leverage, who knows the lengths Harry Potter would go to to save his… poor sister.”
“Very intriguing, Severus. Tell me-”
Fred had dragged you out of the closet and through the halls and you had’t even noticed. Pretty soon you were sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor Common room with Fred pacing in front of you.
“We have to tell the Order right away. I mean, Snape? Severus Snape? I knew he was an arsehole but honestly! I mean-” Fred looked at you and sighed, sitting next to you, “Are you okay?”
You sat for a moment and then gave a short laugh, “No I’m not okay! I just listened to the person who killed my parents practically plan my murder!”
“No!” you shouted, getting up, “Don’t you dare say it’s okay because we all now it’s not! My life means nothing to them, and they will come and get me and you know Harry will be the first to try and save me and it’ll be my fault if He succeeds!”
You were talking so fast you had run out of breath. You took a shaky breath and ran your fingers through your hair.
Fred pulled you into a hug.
“You know,” he whispered, “If anything happened I don’t think Harry would be the first to go after you.”
“No?” You questioned.
“It would be me.”
You closed the space in between your faces and kissed.
Summary: There’s a charming man that enters the diner like he owns the place, like he owns the town. And when he’s calling you baby doll, with a devilish smirk on his face and a twinkle of silver in his baby blues, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for the infamous Bucky Barnes.
You wanted so desperately to tell him that your date with Brock was so absolutely terrible because Brock wasn't Bucky. Because Brock wasn’t sweet like Bucky, he wasn’t kind and funny and he didn't smile like Bucky.
Bucky’s smile had been imprinted into the back of your mind, and it’s still there, haunting you as you studied the voicemail over and over again. You studied the intricacies of his tones, the shifting in his voice and the small nervous chuckles he released every now and then.
His voice was a lullaby in and of itself, a beautiful lull full of profundity and velvet that was more than capable of keeping you up all night. Words tumbled from his lips like coarse sugar, spilling and filling into your attentive ears.
I think I’m fallin’ in love with you…
I know you’re probably not… entirely sure about who I am.
I used to be Sergeant Barnes, but now I’m just Bucky.
I’m sorry, sweet girl…that I'm just Bucky. I don’t have much to offer. Hell, I’m deaf in one ear 'n sometimes I wake up thinkin’ I’m gonna get shot through the window…sometimes I drink a little here 'n there, I take it too far sometimes. Helps me forget, though.
But, y'know, lately, you’ve been helpin’ me forget too.
Requested: Hi, can you do a imagine that y/n’s assaulted and
Shawn comforts and helps her? I understand if isn’t possible! Thank you, have a
good day (sorry for my bad English, isn’t my first language) ❤️
Thanks for the request! You don’t have to apologize for your English! It’s great for English being your second language. Hope you enjoy this! Sorry that its short and a little different than you were probably expecting, I’m pretty happy with how it turned out though and I hope you are too :)
Shawn’s hand on your waist makes you involuntarily jerk away
from him as your heart starts pounding with panic before you can even process that it is just
Shawn, and nothing to be afraid of. “Shit, I’m sorry,” He immediately says as he removes his hand from your
waist and runs it through his hair instead.
“No, I’m sorry,” You respond quietly, shaking your head, just trying
to get all the bad stuff out, just trying to forget it all.
“Can I,” he hesitates for a second as though he isn’t sure if he wants to even ask or not before continuing, “Can I hold your hand?” His eyes are wide with concern and worry. It is a simple request for something he shouldn’t even have to think twice about just doing.
The self-hatred has already started eating you alive. Why did
you let it happen? How did you let it happen? You wish you could have done
something to prevent it. You wish you hadn’t gone out that night at all. Now
your own boyfriend has to ask before he can hold your hand because if not
you’ll literally freak out on him, even if you don’t mean to and even though you wish you didn’t. He’s still getting used to that too. He’s not used
to having to ask permission for something as simple as holding your hand, or
touching your waist when he comes up to you. That used to be something that was
so natural, something neither of you ever thought twice about, but now he has
to, and you have to hype yourself up just to let him touch you. You have to
constantly remind yourself that Shawn would never hurt you.
You nod in response to his question, and he slowly
intertwines his fingers with yours, carefully watching your eyes the entire
time, making sure you’re not feeling triggered at all. “Sit down with me?” He
questions, and you nod, following him to the couch. Once you’re both seated, he
starts talking, “Baby, I know I can’t change what happened, and I can’t force
you to feel better. I’m not trying to do that, I know you need time to heal,
but I just want you to know that I love you. I want you to know that it’s not
your fault. None of what happened was your fault, okay?” He says, trying to
make sure you understand. He’s already told you this, so many times, but yet,
you still find it hard to believe. You just nod in response. You want to believe him, you do, but it’s hard to get out of your head, to not think about the past.
He doesn’t try to pull you any closer to himself, even though
he’s a very touchy person, well at least he used to be. He used to always need
to touch you, always pulling you down into his lap when he sat down somewhere,
always resting his hand on your hip, or throwing it over your shoulder. Now, he
wants to touch you, to hold you close, to keep you safe, but he doesn’t.
“I love you.” He says, and even though you know he means it, his
voice is full of hurt. Hurt because of what happened to you. Hurt because he
feels responsible, even though there was nothing he could have done because he
wasn’t even with you when it happened. But most of all, hurt because he knows you’re
a different person now, and neither of you are sure you’ll ever be able to find
your way back.
Summary: Ivy works on the make up/fx department for Vikings. She’s going through a breakup and sleeping on the couch with her colleagues because her ex-girlfriend throw her out of their shared apartment, then Alex came to the rescue.
Disclaimer: This is Alex the character, the persona we know through social media and pretty much speculation and I’m fucking infuriated with him. Hence, fantasy meets writing. (also let me live, I’m lonely)
Warnings: None, little bit of fluff.
Ivy sat down on the edge of the couch, playing with the loose string of her sweater as her girlfriend of four years keeps berating her like she was some kid, she’s twenty six. It wasn’t just that, the constant jealousy fits that she had, questioning Ivy’s sexuality, she was bisexual and her girlfriend lesbian.
‘We can’t do this anymore, Dominic.’ She cut off her girlfriend’s rant. ‘I am so tired, this shit it’s been going on for too long and I endured it. You’re angry all the time, doubting every move I make when I never, even give you a reason.’
Ivy rubbed her face with both hands, trying to get herself to say what she’s been thinking for a while now.
‘I don’t want to keep living like this, I hate it.’
Dominic scoff at her, shaking her head almost looking at her with disgust.
‘You’re breaking up with me, you?’ She asked, the nastiness of her tone make Ivy’s skin crawl.
‘Yes, I am.’ Ivy nod looking down, not really wanting to see that look.
Her girlfriend, ex girlfriend now, stopped pacing and stood in front of her and an accusatory finger poked her on her shoulder, making her roll her eyes.
‘You’re seeing someone else, some bitch or some guy since you can’t make up your fucking mind—’
‘Fuck you,’ Ivy spat, tired: at her stupid shit. ‘I’m out, we’re fucking done. You keep the apartment, I’ll get my shit and get out’
Of course, that didn’t end like that. Dominic, extra as she was make a scene, shouted some more, throw her some stuff and finally Ivy ended up crashing on the couch of some girl from the makeup department.
It’s been around two weeks, two weeks of peace of mind but her back was almost on breaking point for sleeping on the couch. She groaned as she pushed her fingers to her back, standing on location freezing cold also didn’t help.
‘I love my job, it’s great. I love it,’ She repeated as a mantra while massaging the knots on her back. She saw Georgia approaching with one of the set assistants for a re-touch between scenes, Ivy liked her, the girl was the definition of sweetheart.
‘Are you okay, love?’ Georgia asked putting a hand on her back, Ivy just groaned and shake her head.
‘My back it’s literally killing me,’ She answered as the blonde girl sat down in the fold up chair on the little tent that provided some kind of shelter for the wind, favorite hang out stop for some of the talent. ‘I love Kim, she’s great for letting me crash on her couch. But it’s such a piece of shit couch.’ They both laughed as she applied some more blood on the side of the mouth.
‘You haven’t found a flat yet?’
‘I haven’t had the time to even look, I’ve pulling twelve hours the last two weeks since I’ve evicted myself from my own apartment.’ Ivy joked making Georgia giggle.
‘I’ve love for you to come with us but there’s literally no room left also.’
‘It’s okay, Gee.’ Ivy grabbed another little bottle that had blood more liquid than the one she used before and pour a little on a disposable cup. ‘This is for before the scene and now wet your lips with this, for the effect.’
‘Oh,’ Georgia grabbed the cup and give it a taste, eyebrows almost hitting her hairline at the taste. ‘Ah, it’s finally tasty!’
‘What’s finally tasty?’ Alex interrupted making his way to his usual chair besides Georgia, he was always between takes on this tent with Ivy, goofing around, talking, eating or just sleeping.
‘I got new blood, it’s better than the other you all guys freaking hated.’ Ivy explained and give the extra cup to her assistant and they rushed outside again, leaving them alone. ‘What you doing here?’
‘Came to see my favorite girl on set and I’m also hungry as fuck, you have no idea.’ Alex smiled and started digging on her bag, knowing that she always had some food stashed there for him.
‘Yeah, your favorite cause I give you food,’ She teased him and swat at his hand and she pulled a little container with some cookies.
‘You’re the best, I swear-’ He open it and dig in, putting an entire cookie on his mouth, making her smile and went about her things and also the pain on her back was bothering her.
‘Feeling the old age, already?’ He teased her, Ivy throw him a balled up napkin and smiled, seating on the chair next to Alex and grabbed a cookie for herself.
‘Feeling the spring of the couch, that’s what I’m feeling.’ She slouch on the chair, enjoying the few minutes of resting before going back to work.
Alex almost jumped out of his seat. ‘You haven’t found a place yet?’
‘Why you didn’t tell me?’ He spoke with his mouth full spitting some crumble cookie as she cleaned it out from his costume with her hand.
‘There’s an empty room at my place, Marco uses it when he’s too fucked up to go to the his but, fuck Marco, come live with me.’ Alex quickly offer thriving on how her cute face light up at the offer.
‘Are you serious?’ She asked, hopeful at the thought of a real bed.
‘Yes!, we’ll be best roommates and braid each other’s hair, you know the usual’ Alex laughed fucking around as she swat on his shoulder. “Jokes aside, yes Ivy. There’s plenty of room and we get along, you’re nice to look at and you’ll woke me up in the morning.’ He shrugged trying to look uninterested but failing at the smile tugging his lips.
‘For real?’ She asked again and he nod enthusiastically.
‘Alright, I’ll pick up my shit and then head off to your place.’ Ivy happily planned and grab Alex by his arm to hug him, almost smothering making him laugh nervously.
Alex laughed forgetting the cookies as he pulled her for a real hug, that linger for a little bit because he didn’t want to let her go. Because, he had been crushing on her for the past few months.
Alex helped up with her suitcase up to her new bedroom just a step away from his.
‘—And this is your bed.’ He said pointing at the bed and Ivy was looking at him, since they entered the apartment he had been pointing up everything trying to be funny.
‘Don’t you say, Alex. This is the bed? Oh boy, I thought this was the bed.’ Ivy was pointing at the little nightstand as he was laughing at her sarcasm.
She throw her things on the bed and guided Alex put with her hands his shoulders as he kept laughing.
‘Let’s go out?, I need a beer or something.’ Ivy proposed and Alex quickly agreed.
‘Yeah, sure. Wanna hang out with the crew?, I can call Jordan and Sophie. We could do something,’ Alex shrugged as they make their way to the kitchen.
‘Yeah, that sounds cool.’ Ivy pulled the hair band from her ponytail and the perfume of her shampoo hit Alex, making him bit his bottom lip, this was one of his weaknesses. ‘But first, I need to take a shower then will go.’
‘Take your time.’ Alex said as he chugged down a glass of water, looking her go and she turned around on the door.
‘Hey Alex,’ She called and he looked up. ‘Thank you, for letting me stay here. For everything.’
He gave her a toothy smile and nodded taking a deep breath, controlling his eagerness to tell her more.
‘You’re my friend, Ivy. Really, it’s nothing. I’m probably more excited to have you here than you living with me.’ He confessed and quickly hide it a with laugher, thinking that he had maybe said a little too much. She just laugh and went about to do her things.
Alex sighed as he rubbed his face, taking out his cellphone he needed to talk someone about it, thinking that the one that probably understood was Jordan.
Like he was reading his mind, his phone ring to life and it was, indeed, Jordan.
‘Hey, man. What’s up?’ Alex greeted him, eyes closed as he lean on the counter.
‘Is it true?, Ivy’s living with you?’
Alex sign again ‘Yeah, she’s taking a shower now asked me if you guys wanted to hang out.’
‘Man, weren’t you crushing on her pretty hard last time I saw you, witch it’s today by the way.”
‘Yeah, she didn’t have a place—
“I know, it’s cool that you helped her. Alex, look man, this could be messy.”
‘I won’t try nothing, man. She just got out of a relationship that was messy as hell. I know that, I’ll just… I’ll be here for her.’ Alex almost whispered as he turn his back to the kitchen door, hoping that Ivy couldn’t hear. ‘I’ll just work through it.’
‘Alright, mate. Hey, we’re heading out to that bar a couple of block from your place, meet us there with your girl, eh? Will grab a couple of Guinness play some pool. What you say?’Ivy wasn’t a fancy dresser, she liked simply looking things. That didn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy a dress and heels from time to time, but today wasn’t the day. Sneakers, black skinny jeans a white basic shirt half tucked into her jeans.
‘That shower, the history dudes knows how to pick their apartments.’ She said walking into the living room where Alex was on the couch waiting for her, cellphone on hand checking Instagram.
‘Smile, roommate.’ He smiled looking at her through the screen of his cell phone. ‘Say hi’
Ivy grimaced looking at the cellphone and wave her hand, making Alex laugh as he posted the little insta history.
Her own phone sounded with the notification as Alex pocketed his and stand up, giving her a once over.
‘I ain’t changing.’ She pointed a finger at him and Alex gasped.
‘I was going to tell you that there’s nothing that could opaque your natural beauty.’ He put his hands up making her smile.
‘Of course not, man. What you talking about?, all of this,’ She pointed at her body. ‘Genetics.’ Ivy snort and pushed him jokingly sitting besides him on the couch. ‘So, what Jordan said?’
When Jordan and Sophie arrived, founding them nested together on a both laughing at something on Ivy’s phone, looking extremely cozy with each other. He also noticed the four empty glasses of beer and the redden cheeks of Alex and the glassy eyes on her.
“You guys are seriously drunk?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at them but a firm smile on his lip, he heard Sophie laugh behind him.
‘No, I mean—
‘A little?’ Alex looked at her and she nodded, aprobbing. ‘Yeah, a little. Yes.’
‘We good.’ Ivy said standing up to hug Jordan hello and as well to Sophie.
‘Come on, let’s get the girls some drinks.’ Jordan said pulling Alex from the booth and put an arm around his shoulders, leaving the girls speaking to each other.
‘So,’ Jordan pushed him with his shoulder and Alex laughed shaking his head. ‘What’s going on you two cozy over there.’
‘I don’t know men, we just get along and she’s so…’ Alex groaned as he put both hands on his face and laughed. ‘It’s alright, I’m an idiot. Let’s have couple of drinks, yes?’
Yoo the finishing of the BJ headcanons but with all of the guys! The most requested headcanon in my inbox! Sidenote; No Armin and Castiel ARE NOT new bc I already wrote them k bye and no I won’t write them again, in any case… Enjoy you s i n n e r s ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
hi I'm also a slut for sickfics (yikes) do you have any personal hcs for whizzer and marvin (and maybe jason and the others) when they're sick?
i’m the biggest slut for sickfics. don’t worry, these won’t be angsty. fluffy sickfic style.
this request has only been sitting in my inbox for like… 2 months wow.
marvin is always too caught up with work and generally oblivious. he doesn’t realise he’s even sick until someone tells him he looks like shit or when he has a moment of peace and suddenly realises how drained he is.
he hates to miss any days of work because god forbid he fall behind or seem lazy. it’s a mindset he’d fallen into in high school & college.
it’s gotten to the point where marvin will be trying to sneak out early for work and whizzer will just turn in bed, eyes still closed, and say “go back to bed, marv”.
the key word to describe marvin when sick is: whiny.
whizzer: this is the most complaints i’ve ever heard and i worked in retail for a year.
marvin is clearly pretty annoyed (and will make it known) when he has to stay home. however, he basically sleeps through the entire day because he’s constantly on his toes and he’s finally getting a break.
goes through 10 levels of confusion when he wakes up in the middle of the day. experiences that bizarre vertigo where you can’t tell what day it is, which he attempts to articulate in a series of slurred mumbles. whizzer tells him to go back to sleep.
whizzer will try to act indifferent towards marvin when he’s sick (“don’t breathe on me, marvin. i’m not getting sick because of you.”).
despite this he’s constantly peeking into their bedroom and brings in a glass of fresh water practically every hour.
marvin: join me in bed
whizzer: you’re sick
marvin: i’m cold
whizzer: you’re sweating
marvin, whining: whizzer
whizzer acquiesces, lying next to marvin and brushing his sweaty hair away from his forehead. he lays with marvin’s head in his chest until he feels marvin’s slowed breaths and gently removes himself to make dinner and lay out some water and pills for when marvin wakes up.
whizzer regularly catches little colds and illnesses because he’s quite a physical person (beyond sexually). he picks up Everything. the man is too fearless. he will touch and eat almost anything.
i feel like i’ve mentioned this so much but whizzer is stubborn and reluctant to accept that he’s sick. he’ll catch the flu and manage to convince everyone that it’s just a little cold until he’s left bed-ridden.
even when lying in bed ill he’ll try to convince everyone he’s better within 10 minutes.
charlotte: how are you?
whizzer: never fel– [coughing fit] never felt better.
charlotte: uh huh…
cordelia: i brought soup!
marvin, hiding a laugh: that’ll definitely make him feel better. thanks, cordelia.
whizzer is just groaning in anguish at this point honestly.
he’s very spacey when sick, especially after taking the highly-recommended medicine charlotte provided. it’s the drowsy kind and whizzer won’t accept that he’s tired.
he won’t even get into bed. he’ll just cocoon himself in blankets on the couch, sniffling with heavy eyes. he falls asleep to the murmuring of the tv as a familiar show plays.
marvin comes home from work to find him spread eagle and drooling on the couch, as the news drones on in the background. he absolutely doesn’t borrow one of whizzer’s cameras to snap a polaroid of that moment.
sometimes marvin stays home from work if he feels that it’s necessary. surprisingly he is such a mother hen.
marvin: okay, we need tissues, pills, blankets, A DIFFUSER.
when whizzer is half asleep he just starts asking marvin random questions.
whizzer: urgh, how could god invent sinusitis and me in the same lifetime?
marvin: i’m sure mendel has a well-informed answer for that.
whizzer snorts and falls asleep again.
whizzer always insists that they cuddle together and watch movies but never gets through 10 minutes. marvin will watch him sleep, wondering how he got so lucky. they wake up together sprawled awkwardly on the couch like kids after a sleepover. there are no attempts made to move as they pull each other closer in the morning light.
marvin almost never gets sick to begin with and he’s very good at hiding it when he realises it. he managed to hide the flu for a week until whizzer gets sick because of him.
whizzer believes he is the height of health and vitality. he simply can’t get sick. he immediately knows when he’s about to get sick and is popping lozenges like his life depends on it.
they’re both experts at hiding their sickness honestly.
whizzer “i never get sick” brown and marvin “i’m too busy to get sick” [redacted].
marvin is one of those people that prides themselves on only ever having thrown up a whole 3 times in his life.
charlotte: stop telling people that.
marvin: it’s impressive.
charlotte: it was a first date.
when they’re both sick together they’re insufferable. they are on thin ice with charlotte while cordelia happily destroys their kitchen preparing her (genuinely good) soup to care for these two hopeless men.
ok i’ll stop here! hope these were ok, love you renée!! i was going to add the others but this has gotten so long. feel free to hmu again when i open requests<3
Here’s part’s 1 and 2 for my No Strings Attached series!! I hope you guys are enjoying this as much as I enjoy writing it!
It’s entirely too early for you to be awake and functioning, but you just can’t help it. Ever since you woke up to an empty bed in the middle of the night and you overheard the conversation Luke was having with his girlfriend, you were having a hard time settling down.
You roll over and look at Luke with his amber curls in a mess all over his forehead and his skin spotted with freckles. You’re drinking in every inch of the piece of art work in front of you. The sun was peeking through the windows and kissing his skin in ways your lips could never. He was literally glowing. Thus further confirming your beliefs that he’s not human but an ethereal being.
Brooke hikes up her dress, swallowing the curse in her throat as she adjusts the layers of tulle spilling out of her arms. It might’ve taken her a few months, but she’s definitely regretting her choice of open-toed pumps for today. Cute? Yes. Expensive as hell? Oh, for sure. But based off the blisters already forming on her heel, they’re weren’t really made for walking.
I wrote this at work when I was insanely bored. I just got to thinking of our precious Fire baby and how we never get to see his thoughts. This may be deeper than he is canon-wise.. yet I think it’s not because he is actually very mature, we just don’t get to see it because he is very carefree and laid back. But I hope you do enjoy this :)
Summary: It’s always more fun when we’re together. One of the most powerful things that Lucy has ever said to Natsu. But how did Natsu take it? What were his thoughts on it? After their experience with the Eclipse Gate at the GMG, he really starts to wonder…
Natsu stared across the guild hall. He was sitting alone at the bar one rainy day, most of the members had already left for the evening.
There hadn’t been much excitement throughout the day either. Laxus and the Thunder Legion were out on a job, Gray had given up and finally let Juvia cook dinner for him, Erza had decided to stay home for the dad and reassess her armor, and then Lucy said she was tired from their last job and planned on staying home for a few days.
He sighed heavily, laying his head on the bar. He could have just gone out with Happy on a small job… But…
“It’s always more fun when we’re together.”
It had been a while since she had uttered those words on Tenrou Island. They had just got home to their new guild hall after their win in the Grand Magic Games a few days ago, after all.
“What did she mean by that?!” Natsu squeezed his eyes shit. He was at a lost.
Looking over at her again, he smiled behind the folds of his scarf. Lucy and Levy were excitingly talking about a book they both read, Lucy’s whole face lit up, it was adorable.
He furiously scratched his head, he didn’t know what to do now!
“Natsu, what are you doing?” Happy put his fish in his lap to stare at his friend. He had been watching Natsu for a while now; he would look at Lucy, put his head down, act all weird and put his head back down. Then look at her again and start over.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’re acting weirder than Lucy.”
“I am not,” he groaned, trying to keep the goofy grin off his face, “she’s the weirdest person we know.”
“Whatever you say,” the blue feline was done with the conversation, he happily dug back into his meal.
Natsu hummed before he glanced over to Lucy yet again. She said that in the midst of battle, her head was being crushed by that insane sumo… yet she wouldn’t run.
Natsu had ever had so much respect for one person than in that moment.
And then after that, he watched her die…
Well, not her. Her future self. But it was still Lucy. He watched the life drain out of her eyes. It could have easily been his Lucy that was hit.
His Lucy… he buried his head in his arms. She wasn’t his. She never would be. He was her best friend and partner. That’s all he’d ever be.
“Here you go,” the beautiful white-haired bar maid set down a tankard of Fire Whiskey in front of the dragonslayer.
“Thanks!” he grabbed it and immediately guzzled it down.
“My, my. Calm down, sweetie,” Mira watched Natsu for a moment, “Are you OK? You’ve seemed a little down today.”
“Uh… I’m good!” He grinned sloppily, raising the drink back up so she wouldn’t bother him with more questions he didn’t have answers to.
Mira didn’t seem convinced, but she smiled and walked away.
“You lied to her,” Happy whispered.
“I ain’t lying!” Natsu growled, spilling a bit of the fire, “Nothing’s wrong!”
“Sure, ya dummy,” Happy’s white wings shot out and he flew over to Wendy and Carla who were leaving the guild. He tried to share his fish with Carla but to no avail.
“I’m fine,” Natsu rested his hands on either side of his drink, “I'm… fine…”
But one more look at the blonde Celestial Wizard told him he was dead wrong.
What was wrong with him?
He realized on Tenrou Island that he cared about her more than a friend and he had no idea how to handle that.
He realized during the GMG that he couldn’t live without her and really had no idea about dealing with that.
And now… he was afraid he’d never get to tell her. Because he wasn’t what she was looking for. He was the furthest thing from a nice, intelligent, well read, quiet, princely type of guy she told Levy she was attracted too.
He could protect her and provide for her… but could he make her happy? He thought he did a pretty good job of that for a long time, but his oversensitive hearing debunked that idea. He wasn’t even sure if Lucy was physically attracted to him at all… Not that it mattered. But he was always kinda half naked and she never seemed bothered by it. He always freaked out when she was naked, but he hid it well enough to fool everyone. It wouldn’t be fair if she wasn’t effected either!
“So… what do I do with these feelings?” he asked himself, raising his hand to pull on his scarf, wishing for the millionth time Igneel was here to help, “I don’t want them to go away.”
He stood from his bar stool and headed over to her table. She may not feel the same, but that was OK. She was his friend first, no matter what. And for now, that was enough. Plus, he made it his personal goal in life to keep her safe. There was no way anyone was going to hurt her while he was still breathing.
That’s why in a few weeks, when he left after the battle with Tartaros, she would be the only one to get a proper goodbye from him. He was leaving to become stronger, so he would be able to protect her.
But he didn’t know that the dark guild was getting ready to attack. He didn’t know he was about to have another run-in with Zeref, or learn about END…
Right now he was just a member of the strongest guild in Fiore. And he believed he had all the time in the world to spend with Lucy.
Grinning, he ran the last few steps to her and threw his arms around her, “LUCYYY!”
“Gah! Natsu! What are you doing?”
“I’m bored, let’s go do something!”
“I told you I’m not going on a job for a few days.”
“I didn’t say let’s take a job. I said let’s do something. Let’s go to your house and play games!”
“I don’t want to play games, I’m talking to Levy.”
“But I’m boredddd!” he held on tighter to the blonde, not noticing how pink her cheeks were at the contact.
“I am not going to go home just because you’re bored! Go to your own house and do something with Happy.”
“Happy went home with Wendy and Carla. Guess I’ll go see what kind of food you have…”
Dean’s been sweating since he woke up this morning. Actually, going
by how damp the sheets of his little borrowed cot were, he sweated all
night, too. He’d had a weird panicked moment where he thought he’d wet
the bed, somehow. Sammy had still been passed out in the bed and Dean
had laid there under the slow-turning fan and given himself five minutes
to just be… miserable. As far as he can tell, Benson, Arizona, is the
armpit of the world. Why couldn’t Dad have caught the hunt in November,
Mrs. Gutierrez is kind of a hard-ass, but she knows
about food. When Dean comes out of the bedroom she’d stashed them in,
the hot little house already smells awesome, and she barely looks up
from whatever she’s doing in her skillet, waves him to the table. He
rubs at his eyes with the heel of both hands. He’s not used to these
kind of hours in the summer. Ever since he turned sixteen and proved he
could be trusted, Dad would take the opportunity of school being out to
take him along on more hunts, the two of them running through the woods
or watching through the dark of the warm nights or digging graves
together, coming back to whatever motel or campsite where Sammy was
waiting for them in the hours just before dawn, crashing down sore and
feeling good about a job well done. He wants to be out there now. All
this ridiculous heat would maybe be a little more bearable if he felt
like he was doing something.
A plate clatters down in
front of him and he jumps, opens his eyes. Mrs. Gutierrez raises her
eyebrows at him and he says, “Thank you,” automatically, and then, “Um, I
mean—gracias, ma’am.” She huffs and goes back to the stove. He
completely can’t tell if she likes him or not. He’s guessing not.
That said—who cares, if she feeds them like this,
holy crap. This will be their third day here, since Dad figured out
where the boys were going missing and Mrs. Gutierrez offered to look
after them while Dad and a few of the older guys went out looking, and
like every single thing she’s fed them has been amazing. This is—eggs,
and pieces of tortilla, and some weird white cheese, and enough thick
roasted-dark red sauce that he sweats even more, and he groans out loud.
caballero,” Mrs. Gutierrez says, in a dry voice, and he opens his eyes
again to find her leaning against the stove, cup of coffee rested on her
He doesn’t get as far as he’d been expecting, and his temper
gets the best of him.
He’d always felt it, sizzling away under his skin, but he
hadn’t realised how explosive it was until he’d managed to wheel himself away
in his chair (because his fucking body can’t weight bare enough for walking
yet, he’s got to build up to it and that’s bullshit) with tears of frustration
clumping his eyelashes together.
He’d left Riskua there and he feels like shit for it, even
more so when he discovers she’s fallen asleep by his empty bedside waiting for
him to get back.
The Hand that Flannels (Male Reader X Jared Kleinman)
For that one anon! Sorry it’s not smutty,
WARNING: light making out and some fluff, swearing and drinking.
You placed the empty cup down on the mantle. Fuck this party. The music was terrible and you barely knew anyone; Brooke was the only girl you knew and she’d ditched you for her girlfriend Chloe, but she was also your ride home. You didn’t want to stand in the corner and be miserable so you made the very conscious decision to get drunk as fuck. You were only three beers in and weren’t feeling anything. Glancing around the room you planned your route to grab another drink, but were stopped in your tracks by a figure standing in front of you.
It was Jared. Shit. He was such an asshole. That one kid who very openly laughed when someone got the answer wrong, or who thought his sarcastic comments were the most important part of a conversation. He leaned against the wall, “didn’t think you came to things like this.”
“Didn’t think you got invited to things like this.” You shot back. You think you saw him flinch for half a second but he shrugged it off, “my parents rang the hosts parents so- not that I’m bragging.” He was smirking and you raised your eyebrows, “wow.” Sarcasm dripping from you. He leaned back, “so why you here?” He changed the subject quickly and you both started moving towards the beer, “my friend said she’d stick with me if I came.”
“Where is she?”
You see him smile a little, “yeah I’ve got no one to talk to either.” You cocked your head to the side and smirked, “you mean constantly correcting people and judging them doesn’t overwhelm you with friends?” You’re tone is a little lighter and playful and you see him relax, “shut up.” There’s a second where you think you might be enjoying his company, “so your plan is what? Get drunk and try to like the people here?” He asked and you nodded, taking a drink and handing it to him before grabbing one for yourself, “pretty much. You?”
“Find someone as miserable looking as me to hang out with until my mom picks me up.”
You choke on your drink as your eyes light up, “your mom?” You repeat and see him duck his head, “look, I don’t have a car what was I meant to do?” He spoke quick and a little aggressively and you out your hand up in surrender, “I was just messing with you… My friend can probably give you a ride home if it means you won’t be beaten up quite so severely by literally anyone who sees you getting in your mothers car.” You try to make it sound casual and he looks up, “yeah. Ok. Thanks… I’ll text my mom.” He brings out his phone and sends a message, looking back at you a little embarrassed.
There’s a moment when you look at him that you swear you can see him blush, but he downs his drink quickly after, so it’s hard to tell. As what feels like the hundredth person pushes past you, you look around- “it’s way too crowded, wanna go outside?” He nods, “god yeah. What about your friend?” You look quickly to seeing Brooke doing body shots off her girlfriend, “yeah I’m sure she’s good.”
You both pushed past the now fully drunk teenagers to let the cool air hit you. It wasn’t exactly cold, but in a t-shirt you could feel yourself shudder. He glanced at you and wordlessly took off his flannel shirt and out it around you, “smooth.” You mutter, nudging him. He rubs the back of his neck, “whatever. Don’t bite the hand that flannels.” You smirk and pull it around you a little closer, grateful as a breeze hit you.
“You’re a lot nicer than you come across.” It was more a subconscious thought, and you’re not entirely sure how it found itself outside your head, but once you said it he let out a loud, bizarre laugh. Like if a bouncy-ball had hiccups in an echoey hall. He grinned, “you too.”
You must look a little offended because he looks panicked, “I just mean- you know, you’re so quiet and you roll your eyes a lot.” You feel yourself biting backs smile, “well you say some obnoxious shit. Someone should be rolling their eyes.” He prods your arm lightly, “I can take that flannel back anytime.” You mimic him, “I’d like to see you try.” He’s smiling, and he’s got a fantastic smile. You can feel yourself staring and you quickly snap your vision away.
Jared looked away too, “I don’t say obnoxious shit.” He chuckled, and you leaned against the door frame, “yes. You do. You said 80’s movies were terrible.”
“And I stand by it.”
“Alright,” you turn to him and pull the flannel tight as another gust come through, “we have to have an 80’s movie night. Breakfast club, Lost Boys, Ferris Bueller, all of them.” He gulped hard and gave a small, shaky smile “are you asking me out on a date?” There’s a heavy mocking sense to his words, but his eyes actually look a little hopeful. You feel your face flush, “get over yourself.” You laugh, now fully unable to make eye contact with him.
Suddenly you feel an arm link into yourself, your heart jumps into your mouth when you think it’s Jared, but you turn and see a wasted Brooke hanging off you, “babe I can’t driiive.” She whines into your ear. Chloe’s behind her, barely standing and supported only by holding Brooke’s waist. You look at her and smile, “looks like we’re walking. You gonna be ok for a few blocks?” You ask and she nods sleepily. You turn back to Jared, “sorry- shit you cancelled your ride and everything.”
He started sauntering beside you, “yeah you’re a total inconvenience. I don’t really have a choice except to walk with you.” You smirk, watching Chloe and Brooke walk a head giggling, “you’re allowed to want to walk home with us.” You whisper, dramatically looking around for whatever spies Jared was convinced were following him, trying to catch him being nice. He shoves you with his shoulder and sighs, “yeah- I mean you did ask me out before.”
You feel that familiar heat rising to your cheeks, “you’re not terrible to be around. The word ‘tolerable’ comes to mind…” You watch him stuff his hands in his pockets and figure you may as well dip your toe in, linking your arm around his, you’re not sure if he’s into guys or not but this is… Excusable right? This is just a friendly gesture, “…so I wouldn’t mind spending some of my free time with you.” You grin and catch him staring at you before he snaps out of it, “wow. Was that Shakespeare?” He laughs
You happily spend the rest of the walk like that. Comfortable jabs at each other intermingled with passive-aggressive compliments. You keep your arm around his for the walk, getting closer to one another so that in the silences you can actually rest your head on his shoulder. You wave Brooke and Chloe into Brooke’s parents house as you walk along together. You mention the movies he’s definitely going to be forced into watching, and he’s distraught that you haven’t seen episodes 1 to 3 of Star Wars, so they too are added to an ever growing list.
Once you reach your house you pause, “how’re you getting home? You just sort of kept walking.” You ask. He shrugs, “I’ll text my mom again, she won’t mind.”
“How long will it take her to get here?” You’re trying to sound casual, with the distinct feeling that you’re failing. He looks at the clock on his phone, “10, 15 minutes?” He shrugged and you looked at your house. You’re parents would be asleep. You shift your weight on you feet and glance at him, “you wanna like… Wait inside?” He looks up; eyes wide, “if that’s ok?” You nod and lead him in and unlocking the door.
He sat down on your sofa and you made your way to the kitchen. You glance in through the door frame,
“Do you want tea?”
“Are you gay?”
You pause, “what?”
“Nothing.” He stutters. You sit beside him and turn to look at his now beetroot face. You nod, “I’m attracted to guys… Is that a problem?”
He shook his head, “no, it’s good- I uh… I'm… That too.” he’s stumbling and can’t even look at you, you fight down a smile, “gay?” You ask and he nods.
Every fibre of you tells you not to- but maybe those beers are effecting you more than you’d like. You watch yourself lean in and kiss him lightly on the lips, cupping the side of his face. He didn’t move and your pretty sure his eyes are still open, but he lets out a small squeak. You pull away, feeling his gaze on you as you turn pink and hold your breath waiting for some sort of sign. You turn completely away and feel anxiety grow in the pit of your stomach, “Jesus I’m sor…” You start, but you can’t finish. He’s kissing you. His slightly chapped lips pressing against yours as the smell of way too strong cologne fills you up. You part your lips slightly and bite his bottom lip and tongues brush against the act other.
You pull him slightly on top of you as he leans in between your knees. You run your hands through his hair as his hands fumble their way up to your shoulders and hold on. You fight back a smile realising quite suddenly he has no real idea what he’s doing. You pull away and kiss the crook of his jaw, trying to be careful not to leave a mark. You hear him whisper your name and you bite a little harder, you never knew you could be actually turned on by a dork like Jared Kleinman. He traces a hand up the back of the thigh if your jeans and you kiss down his neck to his collar bone; sucking lightly until you heard his breath hitch.
“Please…” He whimpers, “I can’t get in my moms car with a boner.” He sounded desperate and you smirk, “I mean maybe don’t talk- about your mom- when I’m kissing your neck.” You speak into his jaw and feel him nod, “right, sorry.” You smile, blushing as you slowly feel blood rushing from your head to your crotch.
He kisses you again, ever so slightly more confident as he holds your hips and pushes back your hair, finding some sort of rhythm in himself that neither of you knew he had. You can feel your shirt riding up as he pushes his hand up your stomach to your chest. You’re blushing heavily as you realise you’ve wanted this for longer than you thought. Actually, you want him to rip your clothes off you right now and pull your legs apart and just start-
You both freeze. He looks behind his shoulder, “was that?”
“Your mom’s car.” You answer, sitting up straight and pull your shirt down; trying to not look so disappointed. He stuffs his hands in his pockets trying to hide a still fairly obvious erection. He gets up slowly, sighing in pain as he stands and you get up to open the door, “see you at class?” You ask. He kisses you quickly, pecking you on the lips, “see you then.” You’re embarrassed to admit you feel your heart flutter.
You watch him climb into the back seat of the car and drive away. You smile to yourself as you close the door, fully aware that during that movie marathon you’d planned, neither of you would be watching any of them.
First off, I'm so glad you're putting some fics on ao3 because that's how i found you and hot damn i love your writing. as far as requests go, would you be interested in writing an f/m 2d smut where he goes down on the reader? keep up the good work my dude
So I made this around Phase 2, back when he was a stud and slept around a lot so he was a little more forward in his advances. Who am I kidding he’s still a stud. ANYWAYS take this excellent fic (I’m pretty proud of it) as an apology for being gone so long and I hope you enjoy every sinful minute of it because I sure did while I was writing it.
Tags: NSFW, 2D x Fem Reader (neutral pronouns, female anatomy), oral, rough foreplay, teasing, etc.
Start of Something New: Tom Holland x Black Reader
How about a Tom x black reader where the reader is friends with Jacob and has a huge celebrity 90s slumber party for her birthday and meets Tom and falls for him when they end up doing karaoke together? I know it’s extra, it’s from a dream that I had lol
“Omg Jacob, thank you so much.” You bent down to hug your
adorkable friend. You were hosting a celeb 90’s bash for your 21st birthday and you had begged your longtime friend Jacob Batalon to invite his homecoming
cast, specifically Zendaya. You knew plenty of celebrities but you never got a
chance to meet her.
You were dressed as your fave 90’s artist as you cheerfully
greeted your guests. “Glad you could make it!” You said hugging the Spidey
cast. “Awesome set up.” Tom said. “Thanks, my mom is a celebrity party planner
so-“ You shrugged and smiled. “You must
be the birthday girl.” Zendaya came from behind Tom to hug you. “happy birthday
girl!” She handed you a big box. “It is so nice to meet you!” You beamed. “You
too, Jacob has said nothing but good things and I love your mom’s work.” She
smiled. “Like Queen Bey’s Push Party and Blue Ivy’s birthdays and Kim K’s
wedding-“ She was about to go on and on before you stopped her. “They’re
alright I guess. You guys help yourselves to drinks and food.”