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oceantornadoo · 24 days

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betrayal (simon riley x f!reader)

in the same universe as this post (two lieutenants)

"what the fuck, simon."

you slammed down a stack of papers on his desk. he tilted his head up, eyes moving fast as they read what was in front of him. leaning back, he crossed his arms and spread his legs in his desk chair, the picture of composure. "use your words, lieutenant."

you scoffed, unbelieving. "i put in a transfer and you deny it? we're the same rank, you shouldn't even be able to do that." he shrugged, eyes darting away. guilty. "don't know what yer talkin' about. same rank, remember?" you rolled your eyes, feet starting to pace his office floor out of anger. "i thought we were friends, simon." you stopped, the hurt swelling into your words. all your emotions hit at once. betrayal. sadness. you thought he'd be different. "and- and then i see this?" you swiped a hand angrily at your eyes, wiping away the tears before they formed. "what, you just want to hold me back? i want to be a captain and i can't be one on this team. you know that."

he knew that because of late nights in his room over tea, sharing deep secrets. you on his bed, him in his extra chair, whispers exchanged in the dark of the night. the trust you put into your fellow lieutenant was unimaginable, the weight of it immeasurable. your foolish mistake had come to bite you in the ass.

"dove, 's not what you-"

"don't you dare call me that." your finger up against his chest, accusing. his nickname for you too hurtful for you to hear right now. "lovie, let me explain i-" you turned around, heading for the door. done with this bullshit.

and then suddenly you were up against the door, simon's masked hand covering your mouth. he wasn't even breathing hard, the exertion barely making a dent in his stamina. he towered over you, eyes shining through his eyeblack and his simple black balaclava. the thumb of his hand covering your mouth brushed your jaw, a soothing motion to calm you down. "gonna be a good girl and listen?" his thigh was wedged in between your legs, mostly to keep you from bolting, but he used it to emphasize his words. you felt wetness pool in your underwear, your body betraying your mind. you rolled your eyes, but after seeing his facial expression not change, you finally nodded. he took his hand off your mouth, brushing your cheek before leaving it, his thigh forgotten between your legs.

"i denied it 'cause i'm a selfish bastard." your eyes widened in shock. confusion. were you right? "i just-" he took a breath, hand reaching to run through his hair before realizing he had his mask on. he yanked it off, throwing it to the side.

"i just wanted you to myself, ok? heard the team you applied for was gonna go dark for years in russia in an undercover op. and i can't-" his eyes seared into yours, both sets of pupils dilating in the moment. you understood.

"you won't lose me, simon." you reached your hand to run it through his hair, dirty blond strands easily passing through. you both stood there for a moment, taking comfort in the fact that this thing you two had was finally being addressed.

"i can't. after everythin', it's jus- not you too. can't lose you, dove." his masked hands cradled your face, glad your physical friendship boundaries were finally being crossed. you gave him a sad smile.

"i know you want captain. i asked 'round and there's other teams open. closer. was gonna tell you this afternoon but got interrupted." by you, choosing to believe he was like all the men before, who wanted to make you small so they felt big. by you, choosing to protect yourself first, not in the wrong but not optimistic either.

"ugh, you're the worst." fuck, had he gotten in wrong? this whole thing wasn't what he'd planned. the whole confession wasn't in the cards, and now he was paying for it. except-

except you were pulling him in for a hug, standing on your tippy toes so you could wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. his hands immediately rested on your waist, the feel of it so foreign and yet so right. this was the first time you'd ever embraced him like this, so open and emotional. he memorized the feel of you in his arms, just in case, always just in case, then let himself live in the moment. he dug his face into the crook of your neck, sniffing the scent of your contraband shampoo, the scent that chased him in his dreams and nightmares. his thumbs caressed your skin, drawing circles into your waist.

"yer it for me, you know? you see it now? but if you need to choose between me and captain, i get it." he waited for your answer with bated breath, squeezing you tighter in case you turned him down. in case it was his last chance.

you answered with a peck to the side of his head, making simon all warm and fuzzy inside. "you're mine too, idiot. i can still make captain without going to russia." finally, he relaxed. the hug had gone on for longer than necessary at this point, but he didn't want to let you go. slowly, you pulled back, making eye contact. "so when are you taking me out on a real date?"

this is for the girlies guys and pals who have always had to feel like they had to choose between a man and a career. with the right man, you deserve both! (i wouldn't know i'm just a hopeless romantic trapped in a college town but i'm trusting what the books say.)

part one part two part three part four

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod 141 #ghost call of duty #fluff #tornadothoughts #base bf!simon riley #simon riley imagine #simon riley #cod ghost #ghost cod #ghost riley #ghost imagine #ghost x reader #ghost x you

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poppylovestowrite · 8 months

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Uptight Boss | Karma x Reader

He's late. Again.

How many times is that? Three? He's been here for a year now, he should know better.

The person you were currently cursing in your head was Karma Akabane. One of the staff members in the office you manage. He was supposed to be here over an hour ago, and yet, he isn't.

Your secretary felt your irritation when she saw you looking at Karma's empty desk.

"He'll be here soon. He's late, but he doesn't miss a day." She tries to reassure you and adds a smile for effect, even though that never works on you.

"Well, he shouldn't be late regardless." You shook your head. "Well, enough of him. Did you find the new schedule I asked you to print out?"

"O-oh right!" Your secretary squeaks and starts rummaging through her desk. However, in the back of her mind, she did question why you're not as upset with her about losing these papers. Because you would scold her for the tiniest things.

Just as your secretary found the paper, Karma Akabane finally decided to show up.

"Akabane. I'm so glad you decided to show up for work finally." You curtly greeted with a sarcastic smile.

"This time I have a good excuse," Karma says, cool and aloof as always.

Normally, everyone around the office would immediately apologize to you. You're a strict boss and want to keep everything in order.

However, when it came to Karma, it was a different story. This man did not care for authority. He's the only one who had the nerve to talk back and even give you some snide comments.

The nerve of him, honestly.

"Oh, then pray to tell."

"Traffic."

You deadpanned

That's the oldest excuse in the book. Not to mention, traffic was just fine today.

"Ugh." You scoffed. "Get to work."

"You're the boss." Karma smiles.

The two of you went your separate ways, and the people around the office could only watch and stare in surprise at the lack of tension. You were known to be extremely strict, and Karma was known to be the slacker. That was obviously going to stir up some arguments between the two of you. And it has, which is why those around you expected to be a lot harsher on Karma.

But, lately, you weren't as strict with him as you used to be.

And that's because you're dating the redhead.

You weren't exactly sure how it happened either. Ever since Karma started working here, the man has been testing your patience. The reason you haven't fired him is because, believe it or not, the slacker is actually good at his job. When things get hectic, you can rely on him.

One time, when you were about to head home, you were walking past Karma's desk and noticed him fast asleep, with stacks and stacks of paper already done.

Something that night made you see Karma differently. He was still a pest in every sense of the word, but you grew to respect him. And that grew into a crush. The feeling was mutual since the two of you were seeing each other a lot.

Then, the office threw a party. One with alcohol in it. One thing led to another, you ended up on his lap and making out with him in secret.

You wanted to blame it all on the alcohol and forget about the whole thing, crossing it off as a "heat of the moment" kind of thing. But you couldn't get him off your mind. Karma allured you, as well as you allured him. He just kept breaking down your defences. He would secretly run his fingers down your thigh, flirt with you when he could, and find ways to be alone with you.

After a few late-night hookups, he manages to convince you to be in a relationship with him.

So the problem? Well, the problem was that relationship in the building was prohibited. You may be the boss of this floor, but you have no control over changing any rules of the building.

It was upsetting, but no use fussing over it now. You already made your decision to stay with the redhead in secret.

You stayed in your office most of the time but were beginning to feel tired and found yourself wanting to sleep on your desk. Ugh, that cup of coffee this morning wasn't strong enough you supposed. You pushed your chair back and stood up to leave your office.

You can always get your secretary to get you the coffee, but you need an excuse to walk around. Besides, you like your coffee in a specific way that nobody can do it right.

Just when you were about to enter the kitchen, you heard two women talking about Karma and you.

"I'm surprised the Boss didn't throw Akabane out the window this morning." One of the office workers said.

"Right? I was late yesterday and she gave me a ten-minute lecture in front of everyone." She scoffs.

"... Well, to be fair, you were late for a very important meeting." She says and her friend just rolls her eyes.

"You don't think they're dating?"

You flinched but kept quiet.

"Oh please, not everyone who hates each other secretly wants to fuck. You watch too many office dramas"

"I'm just saying. Those two don't argue as much anymore."

"Probably because it's exhausting." She sighs. "There is no getting through that guy."

You quickly turned your heels, ignoring the rest of the conversation.

No, no, no!

This is what you were afraid of.

You know it's just two people gossiping. It happens.

But, if one person was able to point out how different Karma and you have been acting towards each other, then it's only a matter of time before everyone in the office draws to their own conclusion. What if HR starts to get suspicious? What if the higher-ups hear about this?

You cannot allow this.

As much as you were panicking on the inside, you remained cool and firm as you walked through the floor of the office and went straight to your secret boyfriend.

"Akabane, can I see you in my office?"

You have to kill off any suspicion. That's why, instead of getting your secretary to bring Karma to your office, you went up to him yourself. To show everyone what you weren't through with this redhead yet. Everyone thinks you let Karma off the hook, but if you came up to him like this, everyone would think that even Karma can't escape any of your rules.

"Hm? Sure boss."

Karma acting arrogant and smug, shouldn't be anything new to anyone or out of the ordinary, so no one questioned his carefree attitude when you wanted him in your office.

Karma followed you to his office.

You shut the door and even locked it for privacy.

"What's up~?" he sang innocently as he twirled a lock of your hair.

You brushed his hand away. He wasn't going to smooth talk his way out of this one.

"Please stop coming into work late, Karma." When it's just the two of you, it is okay to call him by his first name. "If I keep letting you off the hook, people will get suspicious."

"Sorry," Karma says, though, he sure didn't sound sorry. "But my girlfriend kept me busy last night."

"We weren't out that late." You sighed.

Because you had to go to work a bit earlier, you couldn't spend the night with him.

"Did you suddenly forget that I'm also your boss? I can't give you special treatment." You remind him. You're pretty sure you made that abundantly clear on the first day the two of you established the relationship.

"Then chastise me in front of everyone next time. I don't care." He then smiles. "I think it's hot when you're mad at me."

You gave him a face but softly chuckled. He was such a strange man, but you couldn't help but adore him.

"At least make an effort to come to work early." You try to reason with him. "I'm not asking as your boss, I'm asking as your girlfriend. I don't want either one of us to lose our jobs."

Karma hummed.

"Okay. But~" Karma sang. "Only if you agree to come to my house for dinner tonight."

The corner of your lip twitched up to a smile.

"Deal."

The man smiled earnestly at your answer. As much as Karma hates following rules, you're glad he was willing to put in an effort for you.

"Well, now that's taken care of..." Karma lowered his voice as a sly smirk crept up on him.

Knowing what he wanted, you allowed him to snake his arms around your waist and pull you in for a kiss. A kiss he has been craving since he saw you today.

It was okay to kiss him in here. Your office is locked and the blinds cover the window that has a view of the office. As for the window that had a view of the building, it was okay to leave the blinds up. Your office was up way too high for anyone to see through, especially with the sun glaring down on it.

Karma's kisses grew a bit more intense as he pushed you to the edge of your desk. He lifts you to sit on it, causing some of your items to rattle and fall. The noise wasn't loud enough to garner the attention of anyone outside so no one bothered to check on you.

For a second you both pull apart to exchange flirty smiles before resume kissing in a needy fashion. Your fingers would comb through his red locks while his hands tightly grip your waist, prompting you to gasp.

The supervisor in you was telling you that this is wrong. You expect everyone working under you to follow every single rule here, yet here you are, making out with one of your subordinates. You were being a hypocrite.

But, for Karma, you don't care. This man has you under some sort of spell that makes you want to break the rules for him. His lips and touch were so addicting that you could get lost forever. However, you were able to snap back to reality before things got too far when you felt Karma's hand going under your pencil skirt to reach for your underwear.

You hurriedly pushed off the man and hopped off your desk.

"N-not here." You said sternly as you smoothed out your skirt and blouse.

"What? It's not like we haven't done it in your office before." He grins devilishly at you.

"It was after hours. When everyone but us went home." You frowned.

And even then that was a bit risky.

Karma leaned in and kissed your neck.

"They won't hear us if we're quiet," the redhead murmured in a husky tone. He wrapped his arms around your waist, trapping you in his hold.

You're not going to lie, you felt extremely tempted and even glanced at the door, telling yourself that everyone should be too busy with their own work to even come in here. Especially when you felt Karma's kisses on your sensitive neck.

Dammit, why does he have to be so hot?

You fought the urge to pull him for more kisses and just pushed him off. There was an obviously disappointed look on his face, but he didn't pressure you.

"No. Just go back to work. And, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to work over your lunch break. I have to give you some sort of punishment."

Much to your surprise, Karma doesn't argue with you. He normally doesn't get mad when he's in trouble. Especially now since his tardiness gave him an excuse to be in your office to make out with you in secret.

"Yeah, yeah." He says with a lazy smile. "Just remember we have a date tonight."

"I don't forget things," you cheekily tell him as you adjust his suit and hair so it doesn't look as though Karma was making out with someone when he walks out of here. "Now leave."

As a goodbye, Karma kissed your forehead.

"See you later." Your boyfriend tells and playfully sticks his tongue out.

And the look on your face just made him want to brag to everyone that only he can make you, the uptight (y/n) blush like that. But, of course, he won't. His relationship was far more important than anything.

He leaves your office, and a wave of disappointment swims through you. But, you know why you can't have him in your office for very long.

You continued your work, hoping Karma would at least make it sound like you gave him an earful. That way, supposedly rumor would just die down. You didn't hear anything else throughout the day. You only caught your subordinates gossiping about the other workers.

You can breathe another day.

For the whole day, you couldn't help but look forward to tonight. You don't have to be Karma's boss, you can just be his girlfriend and enjoy a nice meal with him. After work, you quickly went home to change and shower and drove straight to Karma's house.

You didn't realize just how hungry you were until you stepped into Karma's apartment and smelled the food he prepared.

"This smells so good." You said dreamily and then started to eat, but being careful not to stuff down your entire plate.

"Did you eat anything today?" Karma asks.

You swallowed. "No. I had a cup of coffee and a muffin for breakfast. But that's about it."

"You push yourself too hard. Tsk."

"Try being in my shoes for a day."

"Oh, I could if I would. I would even be a better boss than you, sweet cheeks." Karma says smugly.

"Something about that thought terrifies me." You muttered.

"As it should."

The two of you continued to talk and eat. Whenever you would rant about something that happened at work, he would listen. Today you had to bitch about one of your superiors and how incompetent he is. Karma asked you if you wanted him to put laxatives in his drinks. To which you told him not to. Though, you were tempted to say yes.

When dinner was finished, you helped him with the dishes, though, you didn't finish as quickly as you wanted because Karma kept playfully flicking water in your direction.

After a few scolding here and there, the two of you managed to finish. To end this date, the two of you cuddled up on the couch to watch a movie.

It was a stupid rom-com movie. You only told Karma this, but it's one of your guilty pleasures. He can go ahead and tell everyone in the office, but he knows no one is going to believe him.

You like it because the plot is always so simple which is what you need after a long and stressful day.

Not to mention, it is also perfect for getting you to sleep.

"Want me to drive you home?" Karma asks when he sees how heavy your eyes are getting.

You tiredly shook your head and cuddled closer to him.

The redhead couldn't help but smile at what he was seeing.

"Okay," Karma says quietly.

Very soon, you fell asleep on his chest. Karma lowered the volume of his TV and kissed your forehead.

When the movie ends, he'll put you to bed and call it a night.

He's got to get up early tomorrow for work too.

#karma akabane #assassination classroom #office romance #reader insert #anime #karma x reader #romance #reader is a boss

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wordsarelife · 1 year

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Can you write a George Karim x reader fic with early morning cuddles? 🙏🙏

—daylight

pairing: george karim x reader

summary: early morning cuddles, mostly just fluff

you stretched you arms out, turning around in the bed and facing, what was meant to be your boyfriend. but to your worry, the side of the bed was empty, covers thrown away lazily and no trace of the boy you loved. there was a moment of hesitation, in which you considered just screaming his name, scared that something has happened, but before you could do anything, you heard the familiar scraping of a pen on paper.

as you looked up towards the desk, you could see the back of his head.

"Georgie?" you mumbled, voice still raspy, the tiredness not having left your body just now.

"oh!" he turned around to look at you "you're awake already" he had to snicker at the state of your hair, you always messed it up with your hands while you slept. not even his own hair was safe from it.

you threw a look towards the clock at your right and understood why George was questioning why you were already awake. it was only six.

"why are you up, baby?" you muttered and Georges cheek tinted pink by the nickname. but there was only so much you could see of his face, considering that it was so early and you were living in London. "come back to bed, so we can sleep some more"

George contemplated, before he finally shook his head "I'm sorry, y/n" he said "I really have to finish this"

"ugh" you replied "can't you continue working at like nine or something? if it's lockwood who's--"

"--it's not lockwood" George interrupted "I really want to finish this"

"do it later" you tried again "please, baby. come back to bed"

George had already turned around to his desk, when his head suddenly shot in the air at your words. the usage of the nickname seemed to absolutely confuse and flatter him at the same time. he threw a last look to the writings on the desk, before he got up and crossed the room.

as he came closer you could see how red his face had gotten. he took of his glasses and crawled into bed beside you.

"alright" he said, opening his arms, so you could lay on his chest "just promise me that lockwood won't ever find out about that nickname, okay?"

"you don't like it?" you pouted, turning your head so you could catch his eyes, he was already looking at you.

"of course I do" he took great offence to you thinking otherwise. "it's just-- I mean, you know lockwood. he wouldn't shut up about it"

"lockwood is a dick" you nodded, thinking back to that head size drawing you had done on the thinking cloth. you had never spent as much time fighting a ghost, then you had painting that picture of lockwood getting his head bitten off by a shark.

"I love you y/n" George muttered, while his eyes slowly closed. his hair was tickling your forehead and you smiled at the overworked boy, your overworked boy. glad that he was getting some sleep now, even if you practically had to flirt him back to back

is arms were draped around you, while you snuggled your head into the crouch of his neck, planting a kiss next to his collarbone, before you returned to your position on his chest.

"night, baby" you responded and watched as Georges cheeks grew flustered once again. then you closed your eyes. still wrapped up in the boy by your side.

it didn't even take a week, until lockwood heard of your new nickname for George, making fun of it the whole time the team was on a mission. later that day, you drew another piece of art, which featured lockwood being chased by a killer, holding an axe, while you and George stood next to them, getting married.

hopefully that scenery would come true some day. well at least half of it, you didn't really believe in weddings that much.

#lockwood and co #george karim #george karim x reader #anthonylockwood #lucy carlyle #netflix #ghost hunting #lockwood and co imagines #imagine #lizzy writes

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practically-an-x-man · 3 months

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Mefkat slowly winds her way through the museum to where Ahk and Kat are. She waits patiently, a small pale creme envelope at her feet.

Opening the envelope will find a cream colored card, with flourished cursive announcing the birth of Daniel Stantz (6lb 2oz) and Muriel Spengler (5lb 6oz) on 2 Feb, 2024. Hand written note says "Come meet them anytime!" Added is a polaroid of Rose in bed with a baby in each arm, and Ray and Egon on either side of her, a cute posed photo. A second photo also has the three year old twins in the bed with them and is much more chaotic, candid, and everyone is laughing. Ray and Egon are holding the babies.

"PS. Presents not necessary, we are overwhelmed with stuff." in Egon's neat handwriting.

"Ugh. Egon."

"What did he do this time?" Ahk asked, wandering his way over to her side. Katherine waved the letter at him, wearing an expression of theatrical exasperation.

"No gifts. The twins were born, and he's forbidding me from sending them nice things." she huffed, rolling her eyes at the paper in her hands. It was a little played-up, sure, but... there was a glimmer of truth behind the words.

"That's your takeaway from all of this?"

"Oh, no, I'm-" Katherine started, cutting herself off with a laugh, "I'm happy for them, and I'm really glad she's healthy, the twins are healthy, all that... but c'mon, visits are so hard to put together, and if they won't let me send them presents..."

"You just want an excuse to make more of those plush animals, don't you?" Ahk teased, baring her a bright grin. Katherine shrugged and returned his smile with one of her own.

"Crochet is surprisingly relaxing! They were fun to make," she said. He voice had gone faintly distant, the gears turning in her mind. Her fingers tapped restlessly against her bookbag at her hip, eager for a pencil or a paintbrush or a crochet hook. Katherine hummed. "Maybe we should ask the others if they have any good vegetarian recipes. Even if they don't want stuff, they could probably use a hand food-wise, if they've got two newborns and two toddlers running around."

"They've also got half a dozen people there in Summerville. I'm sure they've got plenty of hands."

"Quit ruining this for me!" Katherine scoffed, lightly whacking his shoulder with the sleeve of her jacket. Ahk just grinned, a dry chuckle escaping his throat. Katherine rolled her eyes. "It's the Southern in me. I can't not send them something. Egon should know that. I'm gonna send them some biscuits or something, at least."

Ahk let a second laugh burst free, this one uninhibited, and leaned in to kiss her cheek. He ran his hand over her shoulder and down her arm, finally reaching her hand and giving it a brief squeeze.

"I'll give the others the good news, then," he said, "And ask them for recipes."

"Oh!" Katherine started, rustling back through the letter. She came up with the pair of photos and pressed them gently into Ahk's hand, "Take these with you. Maybe we can pin them up outside Larry's office."

"Of course, my love." he agreed, "Please give Rose my best."

Mefkat arrives three days later in Summerville, alongside a worn wicker basket and a letter of congratulations from those around the museum. Inside the basket, wrapped in fabric, are a dozen blueberry muffins and a bag of chocolate-covered almonds. Also attached is a small crocheted ghost done in glow-in-the-dark yarn, with a tag that reads "Stuff for Egon ;)".

#my friends!!!#my writing #writing chain #co-writing #my ocs #oc katherine johnson #hazel ocs #rose hawthorne

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mint-yooxgi · 10 months

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I forgot to mention:

YEOSANG!?!?! Got me blushing with those lines fr. ‘My fated’ how i crumbled. Ugh, after the comeback to and the vocals of his in Dune, obsessed with the imagery.

The wolves!? BOKKIE!?! I see you, I see what you’re doing. You have me curious, so so curious, clearly there was betrayal with them (Skz I assume) but WHAT was the betrayal!?! I feel Chan had a big role in that backstory. I’m excited to hear it.

Also! Thank you, Another exam down today and three more to go, revision has been drowning me but I feel I have a good chance at redemption on my next papers on Friday. I’ll rest up all of next week when these godforsaken exams are done. I hope you get all the rest you deserve too <3

-Your 🦑 Anon

Chan, you say??? Interesting... 👀

But heheheh yes, I've been planning these scenes from the beginning, and I'm so excited to finally be getting closer to the bigger reveals. Just wait until we meet OC's dad heheheh ;))

I'm so glad you're enjoying the story so far!! Thank you for your support!!

And omg, best of luck still!! You can do it, and once your exams are over enjoy your rest!!! You've earned it!! 🥰

#ask #🦑 anon

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bellysoupset · 6 months

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SOUP‼️‼️ RAHHH THIS FIC THO😭😭😭 i cannot explain to you how excited i was about this one AND GOSH IT WAS SO FREAKING AMAZING AS ALWAYSSSS 😩 you’re so freaking talented bro the POWER your writing and your OCs have over me is INSANE i think i’m hyperfixated on them bc i’ve been rereading so many of your old fics but i’ve also been daydreaming about your OCs like everyday when i walk to class djcvnfdvndfjvnsfjv sorry if thats weird gosh i just love them so much ahhhh <3333

wen’s parents are so awful ugh but also in such a particular way?? like the way they were just so emotionally distant and then managed to bombard poor vin w so many awkward questions while remaining kinda respectful? but they were also so passive aggressive the whole time?? like i started side eyeing them from the start when they were introducing themselves😤 but also this passive aggressiveness + the distant (too) formal vibes they gave off is so fitting given the backstory you gave for wendy a while ago!!! like it made so much sense!! OH and omg the AUDACITY to ask vince about immigration and then saying “legally?” like MA’AM???????? and AGH the way he kept trying to ignore how bad he was feeling and the way he kept trying to impress them and omfg how upset he was when he was in the bathroom like the TEARS goshhhh i can’t 😭 he was so miserable and omg THE TOWEL and then wen being so careful and respectful and SWEET like baby girl is so freaking PRECIOUS i love her sm 😭😭😭😭

and then vince bringing up the ED and wen just telling him everything 😩🫶🏽 even the attempt omfg SOB i wanna hug little wen and tell her she’s so loved and nothing’s wrong w her bc baby was HURTING 🥺 PLS AND THEN THE “you’re a football player, Vince, i was expecting to get hate crimed” SHE WAS SO REAL FOR THAT KANCJSJSJDJWJWB 💀 and AYEEE the end was ADORABLEEEEE

ALSO going back to the parents, i was SO curious as to how you were gonna approach her relationship with them!! like i didn’t know if you were gonna make her be super “submissive” i guess or more outspoken and i honestly LOVED the way you wrote her in this context‼️ like clearly quieter and less outspoken/goofy/bubbly than she normally is, but still very much herself. like it didn’t seem like she was letting the comments get to her too much? and the way she called her mom out whenever she asked that insane question!!!!! and not caring about her parent’s reactions/thoughts after what happened and literally just worried/concerned about vin!!! just focusing on calling the car and getting the fuck outta there!!!!! like YAS that’s my girl and ESPECIALLY given all her backstory i’m SO PROUD OF HER and her growth and how much healing she’s done to get to where she is now😭🫶🏽

THANKS FOR MAKING ME FEEL SO MANY FEELINGS WITH YOUR WRITING❤️‍🩹 you’re insanely talented and i will never stop saying it‼️🫶🏽

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Otter, I can never answer to your comments except for just staring at them in awe. Please never change, these gotta be half the reason I write nowadays.

I know Wendy is your girl and I was sooo nervous about the backstory fic, so I'm happy all the emotional beats came through!

I like to imagine Wendy's parents don't see themselves as bad people and, worst of all, they really wouldn't come across as bad people on paper! Which made Wendy sound very "complaining just to complain" during her teen years, because what do you mean your parents suck?

I really enjoyed working through their mundane shade of being sucky people. And man, pooor Vince!! He's such a stronghold, I broke my own heart making him cry.

And LOL at the "hate crimed" comment, I had that line written since I decided I was gonna pair up Wendy/Vin. I think I wrote and rewrote a fic multiple times where she worried about him being a transphobe or not, but eventually I scrapped it all. Glad I could save the line! I imagine it took some prodding from Jonah, vouching for Vince, to actually get them together. Not that Jon will ever own up to it.

!! Finally, eternally happy to have you commenting on these fics, you caught up on all of Wendy's little tells, on how she's outgrown her parents and she's like "over them". I feel so blessed to have people so invested in these characters 😭

Have THE best day Otter!

#🦦 anon #lovely correspondence #with that i shall head to bed with a big smile on

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septusuki · 8 months

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Grrr... Lrrkk...

"Ugh... Shut... Nhh... Up!" Shiina Taki wanted to slap her stomach; to beat or discipline the lap-filling blob for being so unbelievably spoiled and greedy. But she knew that would just make her situation worse. Like a set of drums, even touching her starving belly would set it gurgling again, even louder than before. At the very least, Taki was glad that the Hanasakigawa uniform came in an XXL size - thanks to some idol group that had attended the school years before - and just about covered everything it needed to. Even if Taki needed two chairs, and three or more lunches, she'd only need one uniform. But that wouldn't stop it growling.

"So," from besides her, A far slimmer, cooler girl looked down at her peer as she nursed her obese belly. Sharp eyes struggled to take in Taki's entire tummy, the straining buttons and ridden-up tank-top letting her see Taki's bare flesh through the opening holes. "How was your practice, yesterday?" Hiding the smallest of smiles behind her calm expression, Yahata Umiri enjoyed the privilege of not having to sit behind the bloated blob. For now, at least.

"What...?" Taki groaned up at Umiri, barely able to pay attention past the pain of her empty tummy. "Practice...?" Her brow furrowed, and Taki finally surrendered, her hand rushing down to rub the top of her gut - as if that would make her hunger any less. "It-- It was fine." Gritting her teeth, Taki wished she had any other plan for a diet than just starving herself. Underneath the beige of her uniform, her soft empty stomach was demanding food; to grow bigger, to bulge out of it, and to become large enough that Taki couldn't even make it to school.

"...Really?" Umiri rolled her eyes at the complaining fatty; stuffed into the space between her desk and the back of her chair, Taki could barely reach her pen and paper for studying. All she'd done - all day - was try to push her plush belly about and do some actual learning. Hopeless, of course. Umiri wondered if this fatso could even play the drums - on anything other than her own stomach, of course.

"No..." Taki huffed, defeated after the slightest of prodding. "Everyone's just... Feeding me... It's getting worse." Trying to lift her stomach so that she could stand, Taki shivered as she accidentally teased her own navel, her hands eventually slipping into the squash between her belly and thighs. "Ugh...! I'm just... Getting fatter...!" Growling up at Umiri, Taki's double-chin jiggled away, the ghost of a third chin developing beneath it. Trying to lift her inflated belly, Taki's thick arms strained and sweated, fat hands more used to lifting treats into her mouth than lifting anything heavier than a pound. On top of her tummy, Taki would also have to lift her gigantic tits, which rested on the foldless flab-blob of her belly. "My diet isn't even... Working..."

"Mm. Well, do your best." Unable to help the wheezing pig with her workout, Umiri quickly realised she'd gotten herself into deeper - fatter - water than she could handle. She needed to get to the point; so, with little more than a nod, she placed down the juice box she'd bought for her, straight onto the only spot Taki could reasonably reach. Her belly.

#fic #wg #bandori #mygo #taki #umiri #umiri my girlfriend...

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beastofwant · 9 months

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Ugh, so. Money.

Currently, my only source of income is temporary disability. It's basically welfare, but in my state you can also get welfare if you're unable to work and they call it general assistance or temp. disability. It's meant to supplement or sustain you until you get on SSI/SSDI. But at the max payout being $200, It is... Far from enough, and I've had them threaten to take it away frequently.

I get $200/month, which is the maximum payment for single adults with no children, but I actually end up with around $190 or so because they deposit it onto the same card as my food stamps, meaning I can only withdraw cash at certain ATMs or stores, and in order to get the money into my account (which I need to do, all bills are digital) because there isn't a branch of my bank close by, I have to pay, in addition to the ATM fee, a fee to add the cash to my paypal account and then a fee to transfer the money to my bank account.

$75 of that goes towards rent, because I'm on Section 8.

~$15 of it goes towards internet, thank god for the ACP.

$30-60 of it goes towards electric, depending on the season.

So I generally only have about $60 or less left after all of my monthly expenses. I'm very blessed to have a friend of mine helping cover the portion of rent I have to pay, which leaves me with around $125. But that's still... Just not enough to live off of. I'm thankful for having anything at all, as I've gone for a very long time in the past with no income whatsoever, but I'm still struggling.

It's not enough to cover toiletries, food* and food-related things that EBT doesn't cover**, transportation, quality-of-life improvements for my house, laundry, cleaning supplies, my phone bill***-- All at once. I could go on and on. You get the idea though.

*I get around 200 of food stamps each month, and it only covers groceries for half the month. the other half of the month I usually just... don't eat that much. I'd go to a food shelf if they didn't have absurd hours and weren't a half hour+ walk away.

**think like tin foil, plastic wrap, cookware, etc

***I use Mint Mobile, and typically do the thing where you pay for a whole year at a time, because in the past I've generally been able to either get enough help for it, or to scrounge together the money myself. With the state of things this year, I'm not confident I can do that, and my renewal date is in October. I'm very nervous about this. I don't know if I'd be able to afford monthly payments, and that's just another bill reducing the amount I have to take care of myself each month.

And after all of that, I don't really have money to do things I enjoy. I miss out on doing things with friends because I don't have the money to join them, or I have to ask one of them to spot me for it. I can't afford art supplies. I can't afford to get my PC repaired. I can't afford transportation to important shit, let alone fun outings like the art museum or a park. It feels bad. I can't even afford to pop into a coffee shop for a treat. I know that sounds petty or small, but all of this is adding up to a big thing that really impacts my mental and physical health. This month I can't even afford toilet paper, and I'm down to my last roll. It fucking sucks. There's no other way to put it.

I'm not sure what I can ask for. I've spent the majority of my adult life e-begging just to keep my head above water. It's exhausting. Y'all helped fund no small amount of the apartment I'm in, and I'm deeply thankful for it, despite the roaches (which, god willing, should be fixed soon) I'm glad to finally have a roof over my head. But at the same time I feel like I am suffocating. There are so many things I want or need to get done that would've been done ages ago if I had literally any extra money to throw at the problem. I'm also stressed because my benefits can be taken away at any time. My county has proved themselves to be incompetent at best, & I've had to fight to stay on benefits because of their neglect monthly. Y'all who follow me have no doubt seen my posts talking about this happening, over and over.

It feels endless, and I have a long ways to go before my SSI is approved. I'm exhausted. I just want a little bit of relief, a little bit of breathing room.

#mad scrawl

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bowithoutadaemon · 2 years

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Had a shitty nightmare/stress dream...

Relevant context: For work we are currently booking a few workshops and stuff for a multi-day event. And the planning is stressful.

In the dream I was taking part in one of those workshops. It was some sort of communal writing workshop about imagining queer future or utopia. (Not a workshop we have planned rn for real)

And the person giving the workshop was... just super dismissive and aggressive towards me and made me feel like an idiot. Like they gave the instruction to write a short writing prompt down, one prompt per piece of paper and then hand the papers to different people. Then when I did that they first assumed I didn't come up with anything at all, kinda mocking me for being so unimaginative, because I didn't have my prompts anymore since I already handed them to others. Then they yelled at me for having multiple prompts, now saying that their instruction was totally different to what they said before. "Can't you idiot even follow simple instructions?"

Same thing happened again with the next tast. They gave instructions, even wrote them down on a flip chart. I followed them. Then they yelled at me for having done something wrong like an idiot. And when I pointed to the flip chart they just went over to it, ripped the page off, balled it up and told me they never wrote the instructions down and that I need to listen better to what they were saying and need to stop being an idiot.

Then I left to go cry in the garden and they said they were glad about that because I was disrupting the workshop anyway with all my backtalk and stupidity.

Not a single other person said anything. But each time when I was getting berated the rest would be quietly change what they had written/done to fit the new instructions.

.........

So much to unpack here.

Guess I need to still deal with the trauma left by the two years of school with the two docents who constantly gaslight us and yelled as us. (Who would have thunk that just pushing it down and never thinking about it again isn't a good way to cope with trauma? /sarcasm ) A lot of days back there in school where similar to my dream. One set of instructions written down then a 30 minute yelling session about how we are too stupid because we didn't do the simple thing she asked us to do which now was something different. One thing that was fundamentally different though was that we four students backed each other up, tried to shield each other as best we could, tried to evenly distribute the vitriol so no single person had to bear it all, always ALWAYS checked in with each other confirming the truth with each other so no one would go home thinking "what if she actually gave the instructions like that and I really didn't listen right? What if I am in the wrong here?" Because no.

And that's the next trauma to unpack I guess. Feeling like others at work aren't gonna back me up like that and instead will follow along with the abusive person. Which honestly is bullshit. I know that at least both the other people on the board would speak up and check in. Actually I think both of them would tear the workshop giver a new one for calling anyone stupid.

And the final thing to unpack is my anxiety about the event ending up shitty. It's kinda the last thing I'm doing at work. In some way it'll be the goodbye event for me and other board members. I want it to be a fun few days. And I am dreading getting emotional there, but also don't because I trust the other enough to be comfortable being emotional and vulnerable around them.

Ugh... anyway shit dream brought on my stress, anxiety and past trauma. And now I'll eat my breakfast at around 8pm because what is a timezone appropriate sleeping schedule and then I'll pirate the new Monkey Island game. It should be available in the public pirate shop any minute now.

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sparkymediaseminar · 11 months

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Remembrance of Sparky's Past

So yeah, I'm pretty much done with this course now. Or at least, I'm done with what I could get finished in time. I took this course solely because it was recommended to me in a school email, and I thought to myself "sure, I could use the extra credit hours".

I didn't know I'd have to do so much so fast. The blog posts are one thing, sure. But a 12 page research paper as well? Ah geez, that was a lot. Some people reading this might think "What's the big deal? I can do those easy". The problem isn't that I'm bad at writing assignments, not at all. The problem is that I can barely bring myself to start them in the first place, as I procrastinate to hell and back. They just terrify me on an existential level, so I stall them out of pure anxiety. It doesn't matter how easy or hard the thing really is, I just don't like writing about things that don't come from a special place inside me. I can definitely write about something from the bottom of my heart that I'm 100% passionate about [like cartoons], there's no question about that. But a research paper that I could hardly ever care about? Ugh...

If there any people reading this who have ADHD and struggle with procrastination like I do, I FEEL YOUR PAIN.

The real problem that comes with writing assignments is that my procrastination puts more stress on me than what's necessary. I easily could've finished the assignment much faster, but I could hardly bring myself to do it in the first place. Delays, delays. That goes for the blog posts as well. Who delays themself when writing a blog post of all things? I do, cause I've never written a blog post before in my entire life up until just this month [as part of my assignments]. Because all forms of writing that don't stem from personal passion are hell for me, I stalled those as well.

If you wondered why many of my blog posts seemed rushed or sloppy in any way, that's why. I couldn't afford to waste any more time, and just wanted to get the thing out of my way. I still did the best I could with the time I had, but I know I could've done far better.

Regardless, I still enjoyed learning about various subjects related to digital media as part of my course. The stuff related to data collection and advertisements was disturbing [SCREW YOU BIG BROTHER IM NOT LETTING YOU TOUCH MY CHEW TOY], though I'm glad I was able to learn what net neutrality is [my heart goes out to the many impoverished indigenous families that struggle due to lack of good internet].

Because the final day of this course just passed, I sadly don't think I'll be able to cover the material for a Module 7 blog post [real reason---I'm tired as hell and need a good break]. While I'm very glad that I was FINALLY able to finish that research paper and get it turned in the last minute before the due date, I sadly wasn't able to get an abstract written in time. As a result, it will be left absent here.

In addition, I will also ignore the required presentation video. I do have PowerPoint, but I do NOT have any time to use it to piece together a video presentation. I apologize, but I just ran short this time.

Regardless of my shortcomings, I'm very happy to have met the many other aspiring students who have also participated in this course. Special thanks goes to Maurice Bailey, who I really loved speaking with even if I didn't agree with some of his positions regarding...certain things. [I don't trust BitCoin one BIT] Even so, I still think you're a pretty cool guy and I deeply admire your accomplishments and ambitions.

I also give a VERY special thanks to my instructor, Dr. Zeng. I am deeply grateful to have been able to speak with you about my term paper, as I was nerve-wracked the whole way and needed all the good advice I could get. I think you're a very wonderful teacher, and I'm happy to have been able to work with you.

I hope everyone here will have a wonderful summer, whether it be spent through vacations or studies. I love having the opportunity to attend college, and I'm grateful to have a wonderful education.

Sincerely,

Sparky T. Dog

WOOF!

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jaybird-redhood · 3 years

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propinquity

wc: 2.2k

pairing: jason todd // gn reader

The first thing you think when you see him for the first time is that he has the cutest smile.

That’s a lie, the first thing you think it that he is so incredibly in shape, and it looks great on him, but the smile thing sounds better in your head.

He's moving into the apartment across from yours a month after you moved into yours. Weird, because the two people in your building closest to your age are 2 and 63, respectively.

You suppose that some wicked twist of fate must’ve brought this upon you for missing your cousin’s birthday party last week, because the guy standing across from you is crazy hot. And looking right at you. And you are in the huge neon Wonder Woman t-shirt that your best friend got for your birthday last year.

Yeah. Karma.

“Nice shirt,” the guy offers, holding in a grin. “You’re really making it work.”

“I-”

“See you around, neighbor.”

And with a shut of a door and an awfully charismatic smirk he’s gone.

The next time you see him is a week later, and this time- luckily, you think- you’re dressed somewhat put together. You run into him while unlocking your door.

"What's got you in a twist?" he asks.

"Um," you start, "I just. Ugh I have so much to do. Like 3 hours of homework, a lecture tomorrow that I cannot skip, and I'm completely out of bread and eggs and can't even you to the store until, like, Thursday at best."

Once you start rambling you can't seem to stop. You slouch against your door. You're not entirely sure why you're telling a stranger all this, but he seems to be listening, so you suppose that’s a good sign

"I get the feeling," he offers, and you look up at him. "I'm majoring in English Lit and my classes are kind of kicking my ass."

You give him a small smile, "Glad to know someone in this building is struggling as much as I am."

"Jason," he says, and he reaches his hand out to you. "My name."

You shake it and tell him yours.

As you both turn back into your respective apartments you think that he maybe isn't as intimidating as you thought.

The next day goes by with a really boring lecture and another 3 hours of work you need to do.

The ride home from uni isn't that long, but it's long enough for you to contemplate all the ways that your life went wrong after moving to Gotham. And, maybe as payback for thinking mean things about the city, rain that you think should belong to a category 3 hurricane starts to whip around your car 10 minutes into your drive.

Your clothes are dripping water in literal puddles by the time you get back to your apartment.

Groaning, you start fishing for your keys in your purse while walking up the last flight of stairs.

When you get to your door you stop. Right in front of it there’s a grocery bag. Picking it up and looking inside you see a loaf of bread and a small carton of milk.

You pick it up smiling.

“Jason?” you ask, knocking on his door.

No response.

You shrug and turn around. Remember to thank him the next time you run into each other; you think.

That next time doesn’t happen to be that long and thank goodness for you.

“You know, we really need to stop meeting like this,” he says to you.

You’re sitting on the floor outside of your door looking rather pathetic, and he’s giving you the most awful smirk you’ve ever seen. (Not that it looks bad on him though. You seem to think that nothing could really look that bad on him)

“I swear I’m usually more put together than this,” you sigh to him. “You moving here jinxed me!”

“Yeah yeah. You’re locked out, aren’t you?”

You give him your best withering I’m going to kill you stare, but it must not be working because he just laughs even harder at you.

“This is completely not my fault it’s just I lost my second set of keys like right when I moved in and then today when I got home, I accidentally left them in my car, but my second set of car keys is in my apartment so now I can’t get them out, stop laughing at me!”

“God you’re a mess,” Jason says- finally finished laughing at you and maybe taking a bit of pity on how disheveled you look. “You couldn’t call anyone to get you in?”

You shake your head.

“My friend is the only other person with a set, but they’re out of town, and our landlord is being a dick and telling me it’s my fault in the first place, so I need to deal with it. I’ve been sitting out here for like an hour.”

“All I’m hearing is that it is your fault and now you’re just moping about it feeling bad about yourself.”

You tilt your head against the door so hard that it makes you wince a bit.

“Ok fine,” he says crossing his arms.

“What?”

“Wait right here.”

He goes into his apartment and comes back out with a skinny metal thing you don’t recognize.

You look at him in confusion and he just motions for you to scoot out of the way as he sticks it in your locks and starts to pick it.

You sigh in relief.

“Thank you thank you thank you. For everything. I swear I will get my life together, so you don’t feel like you have to keep cleaning up my messes.

“I don’t mind,” he says with a small smile, “Take your time.”

And with that he opens the door to your apartment and turns back to his.

“By the way, you should really get better locks. That was way too easy.”

You make a note in your head to get that done sometime. As you’re lying on your couch that night, you’re AirDropped a photo on your phone. Saving it up you see it’s a piece of paper with neat handwriting on it: a phone number and a smiley face, Jason’s name at the bottom.

You smile too and add the number to your contacts.

Over the next few weeks, you and Jason start talking more, both over text and through the various times when you run into each other outside your doors.

Each interaction is better than the next, and you soon start to realize that Jason isn’t just some hot guy with no brains. He’s sweet and charismatic, has a whole wall full of bookshelves, could probably quote any classical novel by heart, has incredibly good taste in music, and best (or worst) of all, would make incredible friend material.

It’s just that as you become closer friends, you start to realize that that might not be all you want.

It’s a stupidly cold Friday morning when he texts you, and you’re covered in blankets and wrapped in sweatshirts in your bed. Movie at my place tonight?

You text back your approval and a quick be there at 6 before getting ready for classes.

The day goes by slower than you hoped.

It might be the anticipation of seeing Jason again, or more likely the hours of lectures you have to sit through, but you’re elated when your final class for the day gets let out.

The hours in between are a blur.

A blur which leads to the two of you sitting on his couch watching Romeo and Juliet together, a blanket thrown over your bodies.

You have the obligatory bowl of popcorn resting on your legs, and every few minutes Jason reaches across your lap to take a handful.

The way you’re laying half on top on him is completely deliberate, as to take as much of his body heat as possible. Your landlord had turned off heating 3 weeks prior to ‘save money’ or some other bullshit.

Jason’s not complaining though.

Once your popcorn bowl is finished and your head is in his lap, he runs his fingers through your hair absentmindedly. It might be the nicest feeling you’ve ever felt.

Throughout the movie you exchange snide comments about the plot back and forth. You start trying to say funny things whenever you can just to hear how sweet his laugh sounds to your ears.

By the end of the movie, you’re only slightly in tears, or so you tell yourself.

“Are you crying right now?” Jason asks incredulously, wearing a teasing smile.

“It’s not my fault,” you half say half moan, “Leonardo DiCaprio just has that effect on me.”

He just laughs and pulls you upright until you’re sitting on his lap.

His eyes are a shade of blue green that you’ve never seen before, although you could swear their getting greener by the second.

You watch his gaze drop down to your lips before staring you right in the eyes again.

“Can I kiss you?”

“God yes,” you tell him, and kiss him right back.

The next week is somewhat uneventful, even though you and Jason had been meeting each other almost every night, rotating apartments based on whose house was warmer each particular night.

Tonight is your night, and you’ve been waiting the whole day to show him the film you had rented to watch together.

The walk up to your door is easier than usual, and you have a bounce in your step that’s making you feel even more elated than normal taking out your keys to unlock your apartment.

You open your door and your bag drops. The keys clatter when they hit the hardwood, and the silence that follows is deafening.

“You’re bleeding on my carpet,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth.

There Jason is, bleeding quite profusely, and using your kitchen counter to keep himself vertical. He’s wearing what looks to be a torn half of a domino mask and an extremely hot leather jacket.

(Not that this was the time for noticing his fashion choices, but you filed that thought away for later.)

What really catches your eye though is the huge red bat symbol on his chest, and the red helmet next to it sitting on your counter.

He shifts a little to the side before stumbling through saying, “Um, so, I know this isn’t ideal and I’m really sorry to put you in this situation, but I seriously do not feel like bleeding out tonight and-”

“Oh my god this is great,” you cut him off with. “I thought you were a hit-man!”

“Wait what.”

“Shit no that’s not what I meant- kind of, hang on we should probably stop you from dying before having this conversation.”

You walk over to him to get a better look at his wounds.

“God Jace, you look like death warmed over.”

He just stares at you.

“You have a bunch of stuff in your bathroom, right?”

At least this elicits a reaction. He grimaces in pain but gives you a nod of his head in conformation.

“Ok I’ll be right back, don’t move.”

He gives you a look that says seriously, where would I go.

3 minutes later you’re back with a needle and thread, and some sterilizing spray.

“This should be fine,” you tell him, “I took a first aid class last year with my friends and passed with flying colors according to the nurse.”

“Just try to keep them tight and neat. I trust you,” he says, and your heart pounds just a little harder.

You respond with a nervous laugh but take a deep breath and start working.

An hour and a half later you’re done.

The combination of pain meds, bandages, and a whole lot of stitches eventually led to you and Jason laying in your bed together, both completely exhausted.

He turns his head to face you.

“Could we maybe go back to the hit-man thing?”

“Oh uh. Well I saw a bunch of shirts covered in blood in your laundry in the bathroom, not to mention all the weirdly specific first-aid you had,” you tell him.

“And also the assorted guns and knives you have hidden all over. I guess I just assumed? But the whole Red Hood thing is so much better,” you reassure him.

“You found all my knives?”

You smile up at him.

“I love that that’s thing you chose to focus on.”

“And you’re really not mad that I didn’t tell you about the whole vigilante thing before?” he asks.

“Jay, I had already resigned myself to life forever with some shady hit-man that also happened to be incredibly good looking. Red Hood is ten times better than that. I’m not going to run away from you just because you’re incredibly intimidating and probably could kill me. I see that as an added bonus,” you say, with as much charm as you can muster without yawning.

“Just. Be careful, ok? I’d hate to make this a routine.”

He responds by pulling you closer to his body.

“I promise,” he whispers into your head. “You really to remember to get better locks by the way, breaking in was still way too easy.”

You let out a small laugh and finally you let yourself give into sleep.

#luce writes #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x gender neutral reader #red hood x gender neutral reader #jason todd x y/n #red hood x y/n #jason todd x you #red hood x you #jason todd imagine #red hood imagine #dc imagine #jason todd fanfiction #red hood fanfiction #jason todd #red hood #dc

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theresthesnitch · 3 years

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Have you ever felt jealous of your fellow writers? I'm happy they're writing and obviously better than me and I'm glad that there's so much talent around. But there's a part of me that's also slightly jealous and I feel so guilty about it. Sorry for the rant ugh feel free to ignore this.

Yes. Absolutely, yes.

Over the stupidest stuff, too. Even when my stuff gets love too. Even when it makes no sense to be jealous.

The thing is, jealousy is absolutely, completely normal. It's a human emotion, and we don't always get to control our emotions.

It's so true, especially with something this creative. You pour your heart and soul into a fic, and when you put it out there in the world, it's like releasing a part of you with it. It's easy to look at the bits of you in the world and feel sad when people don't love them as much as you do.

But here's the thing: success isn't pie. There isn't a limited number of slices of the talented and fabulous fic writer pie, and you didn't just miss a bite. Just because there's love on my mutual's fic doesn't mean that my fic isn't loved too.

It doesn't even necessarily mean that they're a better writer than me, and that's the really unfortunate part of this all. I've read fantastic fics that got no love at all, and I've read really terrible fics that seem really popular. As much as I love comments and kudos and reblogs (and believe me, I do, too), they tend to create a false sense of value in our work. What will get a fic attention is rarely as simple as good writing vs. bad writing. Maybe that fic you are jealous of just happened to post when everyone had their 15 minute fic break. Maybe they hit the right tag. Or maybe today just happens to be the day that the algorithm decided to promote flower shop AUs and you've posted a coffee shop AU. It's at least half luck.

I think it's important to be honest with yourself why you are writing. If you got into it to get kudos and comments, you are never going to be satisfied. It doesn't matter how many you get or how much success you find, you'll always be chasing more.

Personally, I started writing for me. Sometimes it's questions I need answered. Sometimes it's a scene stuck in my head. Sometimes it's just to get an emotion down on paper that I don't want to forget.

When the jealousy is starting to get to me (which, again, is completely normal!) I go back and read some of my early writing. Sometimes, I come across a section or a sentence or an entire fic I wrote, and find something that's so good, I wonder if I actually wrote it. My writing makes me laugh. My writing makes me cry. It makes me hopeful that these two idiots will finally figure it out. It doesn't matter if it never got more than 5 kudos. I'm so proud of what I've done, and I'm proud of myself for having the guts to put it out there.

So what do you do with jealousy? As I see it, jealousy can either motivate you to do better or it can inhibit you from creating. Sometimes it can do both. You just need to figure out if creating is enough for you.

For me, it is, and as long as that is true, I will be here.

#i don't know if this is what you were looking for #or if I'm just screaming into the void #but your feelings are valid and normal #and the fact that you are here and creating is a beautiful thing #i don't know who you are #but i wish you the absolute best #i hope you keep writing #if you want to keep writing #and i hope this helped #snitch answers asks

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starter-library · 2 years

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GAME CHANGER THE OFFICIAL CAST RECORDING/ WELCOME TO MOUNTPORT LYRIC STARTERS

FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS/NAMED/PHRASING AS YOU SEE FIT

“And your host, me. I've been here the whole time.”

“Have you ever had that dream where you've been on stage and

you haven't known your lines?”

“It's spring, but winter has left a hint of dew upon the air.”

“The fish are gone. Where'd they go? I don't know, but it's not my job, because I don't write the paper, I just distribute it.”

“That is so funny given what I have next.”

“Ugh, I got a whole batch of nothin’!”

“Fish are all gone! It's just water out there!”

“Did you hear about the fish?”

“Did you hear about [name]? Sorry, your things sounds bigger.”

“Welcome to the mountain slash seaside town of Mountport.”

“Hey, [name]! You're not allowed on the street anymore and you know why.”

“Okay, I guess I'll go back indoors.”

“The mountain’s over there next to the sea. How can that be?”

“What you do is a magic trick.”

“I'm gonna cut this part because it doesn't make me look cool.”

“They said I couldn't play baseball where I come from”

“It's called [town name], you loser!”

“This is my chance, I'll never give up, I'll never yield”

“Extra, extra, midday news! Fish still gone.”

“Oh, haven't seen you around here.”

“You gotta be careful. If you call it something else, everyone in the town's gonna

rag on you immediately.”

“Well, that's not a problem once you see what I can do.”

“Well, there's nothing classic about me except for my spunk.”

“The tuna fish here is beyond belief”

“It tastes real good, but don't eat too much it'll make you throw right up”

“Don't climb up that big ol' tree, a woman lives in there and she is not okay”

“Not like “not okay” like there's something wrong with her she's totally fine, she's just mean maybe evil”

“Don't talk to the woman in the tree”

“Hey, you get outta here!”

“Why do they call me a busker? I don't even know that word”

“You know the legend of the traveling, baseball-playing kid who can change the world?”

“A very, very long time ago a legend was foretold”

“This is when I was younger, but now, now I'm old”

“I said my destiny is to be a woman who is mean”

“I'll be writing this down because I'm a professional”

“I'll be writing these down, Every evil plan that you have said, Tell me about the evil plan that's in your head”

“You're gonna tear her down because you're a professional”

“Tear down a hero is what professional villains do”

“That’s legitimately better than anything I've seen on Broadway in the last 10 years.”

“I do musical theater for the points.”

“I'm so glad we're finally getting out.”

“I had to get away, and honestly, Palm Springs is 110 this time of year and I could not be more thrilled.”

“I need a swim-up bar. I need cards that could catch fire from the sun at any moment.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. They said this car still had an opening, but your luggage appears

to be in every seat.”

“I have a second question for you, pop quiz.”

“I'm here to tell you, the time is now. I'm turning off the lights”

“Ah, looky-here, In old timey speak they say hark”

“I’m showing you the dark”

“It's a ticket to nowhere, your playing days are done”

“Wow, being mean is fun”

“Your dreams are done, I'm sorry, gal, It's the end for you”

“Suddenly a feeling I can guess is destiny- A feeling of fate is bubbling up inside of me”

“There's something about you, I glimpsed it in a tree”

“No one can stop me, not even you, you'll see”

“Getting in my way would be the worst thing you could do”

“Take my guitar”

“Take your guitar?”

“I’m going to business school because business is cool”

“This is really compelling.”

“And everyone says you'll acclimate, I never acclimate to anything in my life.”

“We got to send a card to Ethel, or a fruit basket or something.”

“Would you go half and half on a fruit basket with me?”

“She doesn't like building regulations, so she actively builds it in a way that is not earthquake-safe.”

“Money can buy anything I want.”

“You're really good at getting the word out.”

“We can take it apart beam by beam as a team”

“We'll show her what money can't buy”

“This is nice, it's the most activity I've had in a while.”

“Whoa, well if you're doing something, I'm gonna try and do it better, because that is our relationship.”

“You keep me sharp, bud.”

“I told you this was a ticket to nowhere look what you had to do”

“It's a place where you can follow your dreams. And then think, well maybe I should go to business school, and then realize I could go to business school and follow my dreams”

“Well, if I'm being honest, I never wanted to be mean.”

“You could buy your own ticket to something new, If that's something you want to do”

“I guess money can buy a giant tower, but it can't buy a vocation and a passion”

“Thank you so much for welcoming in a scrappy kid from not here”

“No home run is worth it If you can't run home to a home you love”

“The world is your musical. It's just that your cast is bad at taking direction.”

#lyric starters #roleplay meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay starter #roleplay prompts #sentence meme #sentence starter meme #sentence starters #comedic rp starters #comedic sentence starters #game changer #welcome to mountport #i had this in my drafts for until the album dropped on spotify #anyway stream welcome to mountport

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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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@midoriyaprofessionalslut

I can't even begin to describe the ask I received so I'm just going to leave screenshots😅😅

Also in the new mha season, I thought Tsu was being petty when she called Mineta Grape-Juice and Shoji Tentacle. But nope, those are their hero names.

Side note: I feel like when Mineta gets old and knows how to work his quirk better, he'll be able to control if they stick or not.

Slight racism, usual smut.

NOT PROOF READ SO LET ME KNOW IF U SEE SOMETHING

If you imagine Mineta as in the picture above and with a mature voice, this is more enjoyable. Or you can imagine someone else entirely.. Cause even as someone who's tolerant to Mineta I can't imagine him getting any hoes much less smashing (at least not on top). It would be like watching a chiwawa top a mastiff.

"This is some bullshit." You shuffle through various papers on your desk, each containing the receipts of Pro-Hero Grapejuice's celebratory purchases. Most of it was random appliances that could in no way be used on a day-to-day basis, but there were others….a shiver goes down your spine, there were others that were just downright perverted. "What even is a nub tickler?"

Being an accountant was something you were good at, the numbers came easy and it was interesting to see the income and ways of business that different people in power displayed. Planning meetings and getting the occasional phone call made everything a breeze, but it wasn't what you wanted to do. Or in better words, this was not whom you wanted to work for. Even being number 6 causes the workload to be higher than should be physically possible in the hero world. That's one of the reasons you never gave praise to the rankings because no matter how low in the chain, a hero’s work is always taxing.

Shifting in your seat you look at the analog clock on your desk. 3:45, you were supposed to come to work at 5:30 which means you once again have no time to sleep. Having these late nights had increased 10 fold whenever Mineta went up in rank even by a little. His way of celebrating was spending his money carelessly and leaving you to fix the balance. Though you supposed it may be your fault for never objecting when he barged in your office showing his trinkets as well as leaving his credit card.

"Yeah, it's time to go." You muttered as you read the words, "Dwarf Cow in the left lot of Wisconsin."

The next hour, you take a detour from your office for the first time in months. Heading down the hall you watch the walls go from the pale greys to deep purple and violet splotches splattered along the wall before it inevitably melds into solid purple walls as you get closer to the front door of his office.

Hesitantly you knock on the door and wait until a muffled "Come in." Rings through the thick wood. The room itself was just as flamboyant as the walls leading to it. A beautiful fuchsia carpet on the floor made you realize that calling in your two weeks would have been better than walking into the Willy-Wonka factory that was this office. Various spherical decorations hung from the chandelier, and even something as simple as the legs of his desk was made up of crystal spheres.

The man himself sat perfectly balanced on a large purple ball most likely of his own creation, meanwhile, various children sat around him slipping and sliding on smaller balls in an attempt to copy him. "Ah, here is my beautiful assistant!" The compliment made you cringe as you fiddled with the end of the sleep-wrinkled white blouse you had worn for 2 days straight. "Can we talk sir? It is important." Mineta raised an eyebrow at your formal speech before shrugging.

In an extravagant display of balance, Mineta does a handstand on the ball with one hand before flipping to the other side. "Well kids it's time for me to get done as a hero’s job is never over and blah blah blah the gift shop is giving out free plushies and you can keep your ball." The teacher does her best to usher out her students and the sound of childish screams resound down the hallway even though the door was shut. "How can I help you Y/n?" Mineta offers you his ball to sit on and you reluctantly take the offer as you grate in multiple directions in order to stay afloat.

Mineta watches you with hidden interest as he interlocks his hands underneath his chin. "I didn't know you even knew my name?" Mineta Laughs exposing his annoyingly perfect teeth. It was hard to associate this face to the pictures you see when you search for his early years. "Of course I know your name, I stole your nameplate off your desk 2 months ago." Ah, so that's where it went "What was it you wanted to talk about?"

You sighed, "I would like to put in my two weeks." Mineta goes slack-jawed before composing himself "Why?" Mineta looked at you earnestly, completely confused on why you'd want to abandon your post as his secretary- I mean assistant. "Working for you has become a hassle with your lack of financial maturity." Mineta mock shivers, "Oo big words, me no likey." Mineta hops onto his desk as if he weighed nothing more than paper and squats in front of you, "How about this, you don't quit and instead help me learn how to...how did you say it? Be financially mature." You lean back in your chair unconvinced that he was taking this seriously.

With the final nail ready to be hit, Mineta adds, "How about I give you a raise of 10 percent and a promotion?" You stand up in your chair with an eager grin, "That sounds great!" Mineta smirks to himself but you did not pay any mind to it. "Great, how about we discuss this over food, dinner date?" Your internal celebration screeches to a halt, " Dinner Date-" Mineta looks at you shocked, "Dinner date? Great idea, why didn't I think of it myself!?" A firm hand slides you towards the door as Mineta starts a complimentary speech giving you no room to object, "This is why I need you, you're so smart, I wish I was like you, tomorrow at 11?" You sputter trying to slip past his arms, "11 but I-?!" Mineta loudly gasps again, "There you go doing it again I'm so lucky to have you, tomorrow at 11 my treat!"

The door is shut in your face and the sound of the lock clicking seals your fate. What did you get into?

Cut to 4 years later and you are still not sure of that answer. Simply being bis accountant you had a glimpse of his perverted tendencies, but as his girlfriend, it was further exposed to depths you never could have found yourself imagining. You shuffle papers in the printing room as you do your best to ignore the faint tingling sensation in between your legs. Yet another whim you found yourself following on Mineta’s behalf despite the ever-present fear of being caught. The vibrator comes to life before going back down as quickly as it came. You toss a middle finger to the camera in the top corner of the room knowing he was watching.

"Miss L/n, can I ask you something?" You slap your arm down to your side in embarrassment. I hope he didn't see that. Your coworker walks up to you holding a small stack of papers. "Yes, how can I help you?" The man shows you various forms as he talks, for once you were thankful for Mineta not embarrassing you in front of others. "Oh I see where you went wrong, this right here would be a 20% increase, not 18%." The man applauded you and graciously wrote down your explanation. "Thank you so much, my name is Kaminari by the way."

"Ah hello, Kaminari, and no worries I'm always glad to help!" You turn back as your papers finally scan through but can't help notice Kaminari lingering. "Say Y/n?" You open your mouth to respond only to close it again as the vibratory comes back to life strongly. "Hmmm?!" Kaminari peers at you, your reaction was strange but he couldn't figure out why. "Um, never mind, have a nice day Miss. Y/n, maybe we can get together over coffee or something?” You shrug turning away from Kaminari in fear of your eyes rolling up. The man sways from foot to foot awkwardly before leaving the printing room.

Snapping out of your personal flashback, you look over at your fiance signing autographs for his adoring and objectively feminine fan base. While it was extremely unnerving how unknowingly close they were to your home, you weren't resentful of their gushing.

Your engagement and your overall relationship had not been made public in fear of your personal life being exploited by paparazzi. That doesn't mean, however, the next thing you witness doesn't get your blood boiling.

A girl, no older than maybe 22 waltzes up to Mineta with the confidence of Muhammad Ali in a ring match. Her raven black hair fell flawlessly down her back with not a single split end. Almond eyes decorated with precise coal blink rapidly to draw attention to her seemingly natural eyelashes. With 4 inch wedges. a black halter top, and cuffed jean shorts, it was clear she was someone on a mission. She effortlessly pushes past the nearby fans as they stop to quack at her rivaling beauty. A smirk draws itself with her soft pink lips as she hears people muttering around and about her.

"Wow she's so pretty"

"They would look good together just look at them."

"Ugh, such an attention whore, not giving the rest of us a chance!"

"I bet a 20 she's his type."

"Is she famous?"

The chatter comes to a close as the girl hands Mineta a notebook, "Can you sign right here?" Mineta flips open the book and his eyes widen a fraction before he puts on his heroic voice, "Wow it looks like you got all of Japan's heroes in this book!" The girl smiles as she watches Mineta scratch his signature, "Don't be afraid to leave your number in there too Mr. Minoru." Mineta pauses at the statement for continuing his elaborate handwriting, "I don't think that would be very plus ultra of me so I'm gonna have to pass." Smug pride fills your chest as you watch the annoyance cross the girl's face.

Mineta finishes signing and hands her back her book, she, in turn, forces a small piece of paper in his hand before holding his chin and kissing him. At that moment nothing else mattered but beating that bitches ass as you yanked her black hair and dragged her to the ground. "This ain’t Wattpad bitch get your hands off of him!!" You turn to Mineta making him flinch with a sharp glare as you yank her hair again, hopefully pulling a few strands out. "You just gonna let her kiss you and not do anything!?" Mineta stretched his hands towards you cautiously, "Y/n calm down, if you would have given me a chance I would have settled it-" "No, settle it now!"

Your rage is diminished by the judgmental looks coming from the fans and you realize your brazen display was out of order.

"Who is she"

"I think she's the secretary l, so why is she so mad"

"Delusional just cause you're with him all the time doesn't mean you're together"

"I hope he fires her."

"This is why we shouldn't let them in Japan"

The girl whose hair you have in a chokehold stands up unbalanced before pushing your hands from her hair. Satisfied at the disheveled look of her previously perfect strands, you turn to walk back to Mineta, your anger having been sated, "Black Bitch." You turn around and go charging towards the girl again grinning when she flinches. Your rampage is stopped as Mineta wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up, "Sorry for the disturbance, we deeply apologize!"

It's almost comical how your mouth spews vulgarity that would make a sailor blush as Mineta drags you behind your apartment building. He ushers you through the back door leading to the washroom, "I can't believe she'd do that in front of me, and you let her!" Mineta shuts the door quietly, leaning his ear against it to listen out for any lingering fans. You sit on top of a washer still ranting as your blood cools down. "The nerve of some of these people is outrageous, even if she doesn't know about us that is still sexual harassment!"

Mineta doesn't look at you and instead peeks through the blinds lining the washroom windows. "I think they are gone, come on." The two of you sneak out the door and walk at a moderate speed all the way back to your front door. In hindsight, you knew that causing a scene like that was a bold move on your part. If anyone was recording the whole ordeal you knew Mineta’s name and possibly yours would be in the headlines by later this evening.

As the last one entering, you lock the door behind you, forehead scrunched together with apprehension. "Mineta I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me. I just saw her touching you and saw red." You face away from the door with an earnest look on your face. Mineta has a cheeky look on his face that can only mean trouble. Despite your similar slim build and height, Mineta easily corners you against the door. "I know exactly what got into you." Mineta’s pointer finger taps your nose. "Jealousy."

You sighed, putting your head down nodding, "Yeah, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just-" "shhh." Mineta lips your head back up with a hand under your chin. "It's fine Y/n. It's not like I expected a perfect little cocksleeve like you to be okay with sharing." You stare blinkingly at Mineta. 'Oh, he's in one of those moods huh?' As expected from such a fiend like Mineta, he was quite possibly hard the whole time he was watching you beat that girl's ass, and for some reason that irked you even more. “Mineta I’m being serious.” The words leaving your mouth did not phase Mineta, he holds your hips and pulls you close to him in order for you to feel his bulge.

“Oh come on, after seeing you be so possessive for me, how can you not expect me to be a lil turned on?” Mineta’s hands circle your ass before slapping it, “Made me feel special.” Rolling your eyes you lean into the lingering kisses he begins to leave on your shoulder. His grip tightens as he shuffles you to the nearest surface. “Makes me feel all giddy inside to know that you do this only for me and no one else.” Minoru unbuttons your dress pants and removes your belt, “But doing that in front of all those people was stupid.” A shiver travels up your arms from the feeling of lips caressing your ear. Mineta dips his hand into your cotton panties and immediately draws attention to your clit.

“Look at me, Mineta Minoru with a girl like you that would fight for me. Who would have thought?” You ball your fists on the table, hanging your head low. “You’re not going to make this easy for me are you?” Mineta slips his other hand beneath your blouse to cup your breasts. Short l rub down your slit collecting your slick. The feeling was warm and buzzing just underneath your skin, the bastard was well trained on how to slowly but surely bring your pleasure to its peak and hold you there. Your muscles begin to feel more and more like jelly, you sigh “Oh God..” Mineta pushed his body further on yours, rutting against your body. Up until now, his other hand was simply resting on your skin but once impatience overcame him, he used it to pull down your pants.

“You know this will be in articles tomorrow right?” Two fingers curl inside of you making you squeal, “Y-Yes!” Something hard and slick smacks against your bare ass as Mineta removes the bottom half of his hero costume. “So how are you going to compensate me for what I’ll have to deal with tomorrow?” You turn your head to the back with a small pout on your face, “She shouldn’t have touched you.” Mineta coyly smiles before pressing your head down against the table. “You should have let me handle it.”

Mineta was an average of 5 inches in length with conservative girth. But so far he’s been the only man that really added proof that size doesn’t matter. Mineta pulls away from you and leans down to riffle through his pants. You hear a crisp pop of a cap being opened and a slick splatter is heard afterward. A shaky breath leaves Mineta’s lips as he lubes his cock up. Penetrating is a struggle at first, the longer it takes for him to push it in the more both of you become frustrated until he finally pulls your waist back against himself. “S-So good!” The pleasure causes his childhood lisp to slip through as he waits for you to acclimate to the stretch.

You shift your feet when Mineta refrains from moving. "Tsk, you really don't understand the meaning of patience do you?" Your hands suddenly become cool to the touch as Mineta covers them with medium sized spheres temporarily gluing you to the table. "Mineta this isn't fair! Please just a little bit to the left!" Now having you helpless Mineta puts one hand on your back while stroking the base of his cock. "It's not about being fair, it is about teaching a sneaky brat like you to know their place." Mineta begins to move but it's not right, he needs to go more to the left, "Mineta what are you even talking about!?!"

A sigh leaves Mineta's lips, "Don't think I forgot about that slick shit you tried to pull with Kaminari." Mineta watches your ad shake and bounce everytime your hips meet. Your arms twitch and pull at themselves wanting to find purchase on the flat surface. Groans leave your lips as Mineta comes closer to hitting your spot, "Slick shit?! Y-You're the one that wanted to do that stupid little piano in the first place!" You couldn't see it but Mineta had a deep seated glare on his face. He loops his fingers underneath his yellow scarf and rolls it around long ways.

"I'm really tierd of your mouth. What you think because I let you beat that girl out their I'll let you beat me?" The middle of the scarf is put in your mouth and your head is pulled back by it. Mineta holds both ends of the scarf to slam into your cunt. "Just a greedy little bitch aren't you?" You scream into the cloth as Minetas cock finally hits your spot just right. The constant pulling on the corner of your mouth burned everytime the fabric rubbed against the sensitive flesh. Your feet rise to your toes in a fruitless attempt at getting a break from the pleasure. Mineta holds his scarf in one hand and pushes down your waist. "Didnt you want this? Don't run from it now."

Your pussy squelched around his cock the faster he went making you go cross eyed. "Fuck you feel so damn good. The table rattled and scraped across the floor with every thrust. "oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Your nails scraped the table as you closed your fist, had you had claws it would have been a whole different story. You beared down on his cock, trying, begging to feel more inside of your walls as he moved faster. Suddenly your argument fel worth it.

Mineta knew many things about himself. He knew his birthday, he knew where he was in life, and he knew he had come 6 minutes ago and was bordering hysteria as he pumped his overestimated cock into your wet heat. Each drag made years collect in his eyes. Tiny whimpers left his lips and his hands squeezed your sides harder and hard. "So fucking warm. Squeezing down on my dick like that."

He bowed his head and rested on your back, kissing the sweaty skin as he pushed through the painful pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mineta slaps your ass before pulling out and shoving his fingers inside your pussy. "Cum for me, Y/n. That's it cum on my hands." Mineta's fingers were the only thing that never really grew on him. They were relatively short but thick so even three of them were able to stretch your hole the way you needed.

"Y-Yes, right there shit!" Your cum drips down his arm soiling the fabric there as you squint around him, "That's it give it to me." Mineta buried his face in your pussy licking you clean like a man starved. It wasn't until you whined did he stop and pull his fingers out.

Luckily for you, his spheres were just about coming close to their time constraint. You stand up rubbing your wrists and drinking some water Mineta brings you. A snort captures your attention and Mineta holds up his phone, "Not even an hour." Writing in thick bold words read.

"Obsessive Secretary Snaps on Camera!"

You snort, "I'm the obsessive one huh?" It was going to be a long day tomorrow

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 (𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞)

Pairing: Song Mingi (Ateez)× Reader (Female) ft. Park Seonghwa (Ateez)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Humor.

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: Mingi has liked Y/N for the longest time and works up the courage to confess to her.......until he witnesses her confessing to someone else.

Tag: @seacottons . Happy birthday my tiny goofy goober.

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"Scribbling away another love letter that you'll end up throwing in the garbage bin yet again?"

Mingi quickly covered the paper in front of him with his large hands, startled by the voice of his friend who silently came in the room.

"Yeosang don't freaking scare me like that! Seriously, I'm going to ask Seonghwa to put a bell on you."

Adjusting the glasses on his nose, Mingi carefully folded the paper before placing it inside a pink colored envelope which he ended up wrapping a string around it. For the final touch, he attached a small flower on it like he did on all the other ones, this time it was a mini red carnation, which he gently kissed before placing it in the stash with the others.

Yeosang simply shook his head and sighed.

"Mingi, I'm no relationship expert, but don't you think it'd be better to tell Y/N how you feel instead of pouring your heart out into a piece of paper and storing it in a cold corner?"

The taller male sat still for a couple seconds, thinking about his friend's words. Maybe he would....and yet-

"No I- I can't do that! I mean, look at me. I'm just Mingi and she's Y/N."

Yeosang rolled his eyes.

"Yes, glad to see you know both of your names. But what's keeping you from telling her? Like seriously?"

Kicking himself off the chair, Mingi slumped onto his bed, sprawling all over it and groaning dramatically.

"She's super cool, funny, kind, caring and has eyes to die for..."

Lifting his head up he smiled goofily at Yeosang who just scrunched his nose at how lovesick Mingi was. Coming back to reality, Mingi rolled over onto his back. Clutching a nearby pillow, he hugged it as he looked at the ceiling.

"And I'm just me.......she'd never fall for someone like me..."

Yeosang sat next to him. Patting his arm in an effort to comfort him, he suggested:

"Why not try still? Who knows? Maybe you'll end up being surprised yourself."

Mingi pondered over his Yeosang's words long after he was gone. He looked back at the stash of written confessions he had drafted over the past months.

"Why not? After all, it wouldn't hurt me to try......"

"Right?"

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Y/N paced back and forth around the living room, feeling extremely anxious and agitated.

"It's ok Y/N. Just breathe and you'll be fine. The worse he can do is reject you right? No biggie." She mentally told herself.

Looking back at the cake on the island, she double checked to make sure it looked perfect and even. She had to remind herself to thank Yunho for telling her what his friend's favorite cake was, even if he had demanded a cake of his own as payment for the information. She got startled when she finally heard the door open.

"Don't panic! Don't panic!" She couldn't keep herself from fidgeting with the sleeves of her sweater.

Maybe there was still time to back out of this, maybe she could pretend she dropped the cake for all of them, even if he was the only one there at that moment. She was so frustrated she actually leaned her forehead against the wall in front of her and whined lowly.

"Y/N?" She finally heard him speak.

Without turning around, she lifted a hand behind her to signal him to not speak. Taking a deep breath she declared:

"Listen! I'm only going to say this once so hear me out...."

The man behind her stood there, eyeing her curiously, wondering what she'd say. He was pretty shocked when he heard her continue.

"I've liked you for the longest time now...... like seriously like you. Every time I see you, I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my chest..."

Sighing softly, she got to the final part.

"I understand if you don't feel the same, if you'll see me as nothing but a friend. After all, you're an idol and have so many pretty faces constantly surrounding you, and you're so handsome, so perfect and sweet and cute and- ugh! I just wanted to let you know that I really really like you ok?!"

She felt so embarrased by herself and actually contemplated banging her head against the concrete in front of her. She already could feel the rejection coming, the silence being the huge indicator. Not able to bear the silence anymore, she turned around.

"Stop dragging it on and just tell me- Seonghwa?!"

She was beyond mortified when she saw the eldest Ateez member in front of her, who was now poking at the cake.

"I mean........ I appreciate the sentiment Y/N, but you should know my favorite ice cream is strawberry. Not .....whatever this is..."

Y/N snatched the cake away from him.

"It's not for you idiot! And the confession wasn't for you either!"

Seonghwa pretended to be hurt by her words.

"Ouch. You hurt me so bad." He mock pouted, causing her to roll her eyes.

"But honestly, thank God it wasn't for me. I was about to get a heart attack from thinking about how to let you down gently."

Y/N looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, no offense Y/N. You're cute and all but I just see you as a friend." He explained.

"None taken. You're cute and all but I just see you as the other's nanny." She teased him.

"Hey you take that back!" He swatted at her, causing her to laugh and almost drop the cake.

"Ok but if you weren't expecting me to come by the door? Who were you expecting?"

Leaning his elbow on the wall, Seonghwa looked at Y/N with a mischievous twinkle in the eye.

"Tell me. I must know who among our members is it that makes your heart pound so much?"

"That's my secret." She pretended to zip her lips tightly.

"Awww come on! I hardly get any excitement anymore! Tell me! I wanna know!" He continued pestering her to dish it out.

She bit her lip before deciding she could trust him.

"It's.....it's Mingi. ..."

Seonghwa immediately got a shocked look on his face which terrified Y/N, but then it confused her when he started smiling widely.

"Are you serious?! That's great!" Seonghwa actually hugged her tightly.

"Why is that great?"

Seonghwa leaned in, pressing his lips to her ear.

"Because, he may or may not be also crushing on you....hard."

Seonghwa chuckled at her reaction.

"Cute. Super cute."

Seonghwa couldn't resist the urge to nuzzle his nose against her cheek, making Y/N make gagging noises at his affection and jokingly attemp to escape his grasp.....

Yet neither of them noticed the heartbroken pair of eyes that was watching them.

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Mingi was upset for the next few days and didn't even try to hide it. He couldn't get that image out of his head. He could still hear Y/N's voice say:

"I've liked you for the longest time now...... like seriously like you. Every time I see you, I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my chest...

I just wanted to let you know that I really really like you ok?!"

He was so shocked to hear her say that. For the longest time he had wanted to hear her utter those words....

But they weren't for him, they were for someone else.

He couldn't stay anymore. He quietly exited the dorm to give them both the space they needed. Waiting for several minutes outside, he debated whether to go back inside and see what happened or just go back to the company to practice the choreography once more and hopefully get his mind off things. Curiosity getting the better of him, Mingi slowly opened the door again and silently peeked his head back in.

He instantly regretted it and wished he had just gone back to practice. It absolutely destroyed him watching his Hyung be lovey dovey with the girl of his dreams and he knew he'd hate the coming days. Which was why he stayed in his room or just went out to practice to keep his mind occupied.

He wasn't in the mood to play with Yunho, mess with Hongjoong and especially not eat what Seonghwa cooked. It started to worry the others and of course, it also worried Y/N to no end. She tried to cheer him up, make him his favorite foods or try to get him out of bed, but it was all in vain. Mingi would end up shutting down more and just dismissing her attempts, sometimes harshly.

"Y/N please just leave me alone! I don't want to see you!" He yelled at her one day when he just couldn't control what he'd kept bottled up inside.

He instantly felt bad when he saw her sad and disappointed eyes, but didn't apologize. He simply grabbed his coat and went for a walk, leaving the poor girl in total disillusionment. Y/N sat down on his bed, her hand gently stroking the throw blanket he always kept.

"Now you've got a long face. Don't tell me it's contagious."

Usually she'd chuck a pillow at Yeosang's comment, but she didn't even feel like doing that.

"What's with you?" Yeosang asked as he took a seat next to her.

"I'm just....hurt.." She admitted.

"Why?" He continued his interrogation.

"I just......wanted to help Mingi but instead he lashed out at me and it hurts because I care about him a lot and it hurts to have the person you like treat you so coldly."

She didn't even realize she had just told Yeosang her secret, but she was too hurt to even think about the words coming out of her mouth. Yeosang however seemed intrigued by what she said, and knowing how Mingi was pining for her as well, couldn't understand either why he'd make her feel that way.

"If it's any consolation..... he likes you too."

Although Seonghwa had already hinted that Mingi liked her too, she couldn't really take his words seriously because Seonghwa tended to misinterpret things. But she knew Yeosang was straightforward and honest in everything, plus he wouldn't make something like this up.

"He does?" She looked at him incredulously.

Yeosang nodded. Remembering the box Mingi hid, he got up, not caring whether it was ok or not to do this, but something had to be done. Picking up the red box he placed it on Y/N's lap.

"Read them. They're Mingi's. Maybe there you'll find a clue about what's bothering him."

Ruffling the top of her head, Yeosang exited the room and closed the door behind him, knowing she'd probably want the privacy.

Snapping the latch up, Y/N was more than surprised to see several letters neatly laid out in the box. There were at least a dozen of them, all addressed to her and stacked by the order they were written in. The envelopes were all different colors, and each had a unique flower attached to it, some already dried out from how old they were, but others were still fresh and vibrant. Picking up the first one in the stack, she noticed it was dated 1 week after she had just moved into the apartment next to them.

"Dear Y/N,

I know you'd find it odd to hear me say this, but I think you're so pretty and nice and I was wondering if one day you'd like to go on a date with me? Let me know."

She giggled softly at how cute he was. She poured over the next letters one by one, each time they were getting longer and longer than the last one, and they certainly became more romantic.

"Dear Y/N,

It's been only a few minutes since we all went to bed cause New Year's is over, but I honestly can't sleep. Not when my head is filled with images of you at the party, looking absolutely gorgeous in that dress you wore. Let me tell you, I could hardly keep myself still when the fireworks began. I seriously wanted to kiss you right then and there, and I would have, but that would have probably freaked you out and I can't have that. Admiring you was enough for me and I know I will get to kiss you, even if it's only in my dreams."

Y/N fondly remembered that. She recalled how she fantasized about Mingi kissing her as well. She desperately wanted him to cup her face and just plant his luscious lips on hers. She could feel herself blushing as she thought about how they would feel and what would they taste like. It was well an hour later but she finally reached the last letter, which was actually written up just yesterday. This time it was in a dark blue envelop and it had a tiny stem of Forget-Me-Nots on it.

"Dear Y/N,

I know it's foolish to keep writing these things when I now know you can never be mine, when I know your heart belongs to someone else. But I need to get it off my chest and finally say this:

I love you..."

She clutched her heart when she read that, tears already forming in her eyes.

"I love you, but I can never have you. Yet I hold no resentment towards you. You're free to love who you want. I wish you and Seonghwa Hyung nothing but happiness and I hope he treats you like the princess you are.

Forever yours, hoping you never forget me,

Song Mingi."

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what he meant by being happy with Seonghwa. Then it hit her. Mingi had started acting strange the day after the misunderstanding with Seonghwa happened. Which meant he must have seen something and thought-

"Oh my God!"

Y/N quickly ran out the room, almost bumping into San who dramatically slammed his back on the wall, holding his beloved baby high above any danger.

"It's ok my precious Byeol! Your father has saved you from this heathen who doesn't know that she shouldn't run in the house especially when I'm with child!"

San shook his head and held the feline close to him as he walked into his room to play with her, singing an unintelligible tune that wasn't exactly pleasant to the siamese' ears.

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Y/N was once again sweating nervously. She kept looking and shuffling the plate of macarons in the middle of the table. She specifically poked at the pink one, hoping it wouldn't fall apart or anything. She could hardly take a sip out of her own coffee as she waited for Mingi to get there. She was beginning to worry he wouldn't show up at all, but Yeosang promised to make sure he did. She took out her phone to text Yeosang, ask him if he succeeded or should she just think of something else.

"Y/N? Did you call me here?"

She fumbled with her phone that almost dropped out of her hands when she finally heard Mingi and saw him standing there in front of her.

"Uhm...yeah. Please sit."

She gestured for him to sit which he hesitantly did. He kept his glance on the table, not even looking at the drink or treats in front of him. Wanting to break the ice, Y/N shifted the cup and plates closer to him.

"Look. I got your favorites."

She hoped to get a reaction out of him, but nothing. He barely batted an eyelash at them.

"Oh.....thanks...." Still made no move to take anything.

Feeling impatient, Y/N shoved the plate of macarons closer, making it touch his hand.

"Mingi.....won't you please take one?"

He sighed in defeat, and as expected, he took the pink one.

"I appreciate your effort Y/N. You're a good friend. But don't you think your boyfriend might get jealous of you doing this? We all know how Seonghwa is with his possessions."

Y/N wanted to refute that statement right then and there, but instead, she chose to wait. Mingi took a bite out of the macaron, or at least attempted to but it felt oddly hard and weird. Examining it closely, he accidentally broke it apart in two pieces, and out came a tiny folded paper. Mingi looked at Y/N, who just pointed to the paper, her eyes urging him to open it. Mingi carefully unfolded the paper and his eyes went wide as he read the contents:

"I love you too♡"

Confused and wondering what it meant, he was going to ask Y/N about it, but she began explaining:

"That day.....that you saw me and Seonghwa..... I thought it was you who was standing behind me."

If they weren't sitting in a booth and had instead been at one of the tables with high chairs, Mingi would have seriously fallen out of it.

"That confession....was supposed to be for you.."

Mingi couldn't believe what he was hearing. He actually pinched himself to make sure it wasn't another beautiful delusion his mind was making up.

"Are.....are you serious?" He had to be sure.

Y/N nodded her head.

"Then....then why was Seonghwa kissing your cheek afterwards?"

Y/N giggled softly.

"That wasn't a kiss. He was just being the little shit he was and teasing me about you."

Now it all made sense. Seonghwa did enjoy teasing Y/N and that teasing was always followed by a pinch to her cheek, a squeezing of her nose, or even messing up her hair.

"So it was all a misunderstanding?" Mingi asked.

"Yeah. A rather big and painful one if you ask me." She added sadly.

Then Mingi's eyes shot up as he realized something.

"Wait! What do you mean you love me too?"

Now it was Y/N's turn to blush.

"Well...... Yeosang kinda showed me all the letters you wrote."

Mingi thought he was about to have a heart attack.

"Please tell me you didn't read them all."

When she bit her lip, Mingi grimaced and covered his face.

"How embarrassing. I want to die now."

"Well.....I thought they were really sweet and romantic. I loved every one of them."

Peeking out through his fingers, Mingi squeaked out an "Really?"

Y/N couldn't resist the urge to uncover his face and coo at him.

"Yes I did, almost as much as I love you."

Mingi blushed intensely at her words, both of them bursting out into little giggles.

"So that cake you made.......those words you said..... it is for me?" He looked at Y/N with hope in his eyes.

"It was always you Mingi."

Pouting, Mingi held out his pinkie.

"Promise?"

Linking her own pinkie in his, she promised:

"Promise it was you and it will always be you."

Mingi was happy once again now that everything was cleared up and he found out the girl he loved reciprocated his feelings. They left the cafe together, both shy and quiet as if they were a newlywed couple. Mingi kept glancing over at her, wanting to say something, but didn't know what. Unconsciously, he brushed his hand against hers.

"Sorry!" He apologized when she whipped her head at him.

"I swear! I wasn't trying to-"

His words got caught in his throat when she held his hand and continues walking as if it was totally normal. Mingi couldn't stop himself from smiling at their physical contact.

"So uhh..........when is it an acceptable time to have our first kiss?"

His question made her burst out laughing. He however didn't find it funny.

"I'm serious! I just want to know when it'll be an acceptable time to kiss my girlfriend!" He complained.

Stopping in their tracks, Y/N faced him.

"Ok you really wanna know?"

Mingi nodded. Feeling bold, Y/N got on her tippy toes and pecked his lips so quickly it took Mingi a couple seconds to register what happened. Y/N began running back away and laughing at his dumbfounded expression. Once he got over the shock, Mingi began sprinting over to her.

"Hey! No fair! Come back here! I wasn't ready! Let me kiss you properly!"

Having longer legs, he easily caught her and threw her over his shoulder.

"That was so mean." He huffed as he began walking again, not caring if people looked at them weird.

"Ok what can I do to make it up to you?" She offered.

Humming softly, Mingi answered:

"I want you to cuddle me while we watch movies."

Y/N shrugged.

"Done. It's a deal."

Not hiding the smug smile on his face, Mingi added:

"And I want to kiss you."

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