jongkey seems like theyd b that kinda couple thats been dating for like 6 years n everyone thinks they’re rly aggressively into each other n make out hard in supply closets and show up to places with suspicious red marks on their necks and all that kinda stuff but really they’re cheesy and they hav three dogs that they call their kids, didnt sleep together until like 2 years into their relationship bc they were scared what the other would think abt them asking, slow dance in the living room, and ditch important events bc they just werent feeling it would rather stay at home and snuggle on the couch watching a movie and sharing a whole quart of ice cream
(also kinda gross depending on how you are but yeah. Not what I usually write.)
“Argh.” He groaned, clutching his head, tilting his head back.
“What?” You asked blandly, unamused with Jim’s dramatic mood lately.
He sighed, “(Y/n), it’s just so boring.”
“Oh yes I know, terribly so, why don’t you go and play with Sherlock again - oh wait” You look up from your book to meet Jim’s eyes. “You killed him.”
Jim rolled his eyes, “Yes, thank you (Y/n), very helpful, thank you for reminding me.”
There was silence in the one room flat. Jim lay spread eagle on the bed, you sitting in the large armchair.
Tick, tick, tic-
Suddenly, Jim got up and hurled the clock from the shelf. It hit the floor, shattering and the cogs and glass skidded across the floor.
You winced, reaching down to look at your calf, which had been sliced open by a stray piece. It wasn’t deep but it stung, the blood ebbing from the wound.
Jim slid down to crouch in front of you, holding your leg in his hands he examined your wound.
“What the fuck are you doing?” You asked angrily.
He looked up at you, a crooked smile on his lips, “Can’t you just taste it?”
“Taste what?” You asked, not sure you wanted to.
“The sexual tension of course.” He smirked, and with one swift motion he licked up your leg, his tongue stinging against your skin.
You gasped in pain, your hands going to his hair to hold him back.
“There we go!” He laughed as you held him away from you, exposing his pale, pale neck.
“True. But you’re a bit sick too, aren’t you (Y/n)?” Jim raised an eyebrow, tilting his head and pouting as much as he could in his current position.
You shoved him back with a foot to the chest and he fell back on the wooden floorboards, laughing. Sliding off the chair, you leaned over him, your mouth inches from his, “I don’t taste anything, my dear friend.” You spat the last word.
“Let me show you.” Jim murmured, taking you slowly towards him, giving you a chance to push him away again, but you didn’t. Your lips met his in a messy, clumsy, rage fueled kiss. His hands held your shoulders, pulling you down to him and then under him when he rolled over.
“Can you taste it now, “(Y/n)?” He asked sarcastically, licking his lips.
“Oh just a taste.” You teased. He smirked and went back to kiss you, to give you a better taste of whatever it was he had.
I tried to do a flashfic for the phanfic challenge but messed up horrifically and ended up writing a 2k fic instead oops. This is based on this song and is basically about Dan being lonley.
Dan woke up with a pounding headache and a dry mouth, hardly remembering the night before. He blinked and tried to take in his surroundings, but groaned at the light that glared into his eyes and rolled over to press his face into the pillow. It was then that Dan realised that there was someone beside him, someone’s hip pressed into his own, someone’s arm slung over his waist.