#anyways take these while we patiently wait for friday

[mairyplace]

gou would be like one of those guys that starts shaking as soon as it hits 79°F . goofy lil guy.

#gets all red like a clown and shi #he just would #me projecting myself onto gou? NOOOO NEVERRRR #anyways take these while we patiently wait for friday #anipoke #pokemon journeys #satogou #ash ketchum #gou #goh #horace #my art #it’s getting cold 😔

[laiiaaa]

Carmy with a stressed cranky gf getting her degree and he’s just so good to her ughhhhhhh (so self-indulgent)

“Carmen, could you—could you just, fuckin’—…watch where you’re going?”

He freezes where he took a misstep, leaving your laptop’s charger dangling near the floor after accidentally unplugging it. A simple little thing, a dumb mistake made while caught up in something else mentally. A matter of a charger extended beyond its comfortable reach. It’d be fixed in seconds, but you weren’t having it.

A confused look washes over him. “I-I’m sorry, baby—” He knows you’re in one of those moods—he always knows—and lowers to pick up the cord. “Lemme plug it back in for you—”

“Or you could just not walk right into it,” you snap, fingers tapping away at your keyboard, face illuminated in a blueish hue from the screen.

“Hey.” He perks right back up after fixing the charger, but you don’t look back at him. “What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t start that w’me, c’mon.” He comes a little closer, perched at the end of the couch right beside you. “You’re in a mood.”

“I’m not.” You definitely are.

“Baby.” Instinctively, his hand comes to rub your shoulder, his thumb presses just a little firmer along the crook of your neck. “Take a break for the night.”

“I need to finish up with this—”

“‘M not asking.” He gives you that look, with his hands extended to silently demand you hand over your computer. “It’s a Friday night. C’mon.”

You pout, and you huff, and you give him those eyes that tell him you don’t want to, but you save your document and hand it over anyway, quickly curling into the end of the couch and not making a move when he sits next to you.

“You mad at me?” he asks, looping his arm over your shoulder, a little hurt when you don’t melt into his touch like you usually do.

You keep your eyes glued to the wall, not paying him any mind. “No.”

“Then why’re you always workin’, huh?” He squeezes you a little tighter, bringing you deeper into his embrace as he cups your jaw—with those firm, strong hands of his that somehow always have you pliant—and turns you to look up at him. “Every time I come home you’re on the computer with that look on your face.”

“I don’t have a look.”

Smiling, he presses his lips to your forehead. “Yeah you do.” Then to the furrow in your brow. “But it’s cute.”

He scatters slow, gentle kisses across your face, from your temples, to your cheeks, to your jaw, until he finds your lips and takes them carefully, relishing in your act of apology when your hands circle around his forearms and kiss him a little deeper. And slowly, he feels the tenseness in your body begin to dissipate, feels you turn into him more.

Pulling away, still intent on figuring out your rut, he rests his forehead to yours. “Talk to me, baby. What’s got you actin’ all mean, hm?” His hands hold you close, and his thumbs graze your cheekbones. “Somethin’ I do you wanna talk about?”

“No—”

“No?” He’d be lying if he said a wave of relief washed over him. “What’s goin’ on then?”

“I’m—it’s just that—…” You sigh.

He waits patiently, knowing that by now he’s cracking open that shell. “‘S alright, hon, we can work it out.”

“Carmen, I just—” And your lip quivers, and your throat gets sore, and your vision gets bleary from tears emerging. “I have so much to do, and—…”

“For school?”

You nod against him. “It’s just—I get behind on one thing, and then there’s five other things I need to do, and I try to get ahead but then I don’t sleep, and—I-I’m just stressed, is all.”

“I know.” He coos gently at you and thumbs away your tears. “I know, ‘n you’ve been workin’ so hard, baby.”

“Well I’m still not getting anywhere.” Your throat tightens, and tears keep falling, and you feel your resolve crumbling, the last of your strength dissolving now that Carmen’s handling you so gently. “And I just feel so stupid all the time—”

“Uh-uh,” he nudges his nose against yours, “You don’t get to say that, you’re the smartest person I know.”

He pulls you away carefully, just to look you in the eye—and his gut wrenches, seeing you like this, all pouty and wet with tears, your lips salty when he kisses them slowly to mellow the racing of your heart.

With a calm hand he urges your head to rest against his chest, his lips lending a kiss to your temple. “So fuckin’ smart ‘n you don’t even know it.” Naturally, the rest of you follows, with his arms keeping you close, one wrapped around your waist to hold you tight as the other hand rests with on the back of your neck to soothe you, scratching gently at the nape of it. “Always blowin’ me away, baby, you’re so smart. So hardworkin’, too—”

“But Carm—” Your sobs choke you up then, and there’s a throb in your forehead that has you almost begging for sleep.

“Shhh, what is it?” His hand smooths up and down your back, his voice becomes gentler than ever. “Take a breath, c’mon, take a deep breath.”

You push yourself away from his chest, seeing the tears staining his white tee before you look up at him. “I’m sorry, Bear. All the stress, it’s—I’ve been so mean to you lately—” you don’t even process the vigorous shake of his head— “I’m sorry, Bear—”

“Hey, hey, baby, stop—” He wipes tears from your eyes before they get the chance to spill onto your cheeks. “Stop with that, would ya?” Another kiss to your forehead has you melting. “You’re okay. We’re okay.” Another kiss, slower, to your sob-bitten lips, like he wants you to taste his forgiveness.

“But I was mean to you, and I’m sorry—”

His chest physically aches because he knows there’s only so much he can do for you. “I know,” he tells you, “I know, baby, I got you. It’s okay.”

“I promise don’t mean it, Carmen—”

“Yeah, I know that, hon.” Pulling you tight to his chest again, his strong arms wrap around you fully, and he presses kisses to the skin where he’s nuzzled into your neck. “You’re workin’ yourself to the bone, y’know that?”

“Mhm,” you hum, just happy to be held, to be swallowed whole by his warmth.

“You promise to rest up from now on?”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah? Not even listenin’, huh?”

“Mhm.” You burrow into him just a little deeper, eyes slipping shut.

He scoffs, but it’s full of love. “It’s gettin’ late now.” He shuffles you closer to him with little effort, hooking his hands beneath your thighs to encourage them around his hips. “Let’s get you t’bed, hm? C’mon—” he hoists you to his hip with a subtle grunt— “Up you go, baby, that’s it—”

And in the brief minute or two it takes for him to turn out the lights in your shared apartment, and the twenty-some paces to the bedroom, you’re lulled off to sleep in his embrace, stoking that fire in his chest that keeps him going—because knowing you feel safe with him, secure with him, is all he really needs.

#carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #jeremy allen white #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto imagines #the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu

[iheartyvesss]

post-outbreak joel miller hcs

joel miller x younger!reader

this was requested by @marianita195

warnings? fluff for the first hcs! for nsfw: creampie, pussy slapping, squirting, dirty talk, dom!joel, reader’s mentioned to have hair long enough to pull, and pussy eating. i think that’s all lol 😭

pre-outbreak hcs here!

sfw

boyfriend!joel who isn’t “entirely sure how to do this relationship thang anymore.” joel had been with someone before, you knew this, but you didn’t mind. joel had told you of tess, how he was with her for a while but it wasn’t how he felt with you. he was stubborn to come about his feelings, yes, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t work with. you were patient. that’s what ellie thinks makes you two work so well. he’s stubborn, and as he is stubborn you’re just as patient. you work with him. allow him to come to you in your own time.

boyfriend!joel who is losing his mind the first time you get hurt out on patrol. “you weren’t supposed to be there.” he’d murmured into your hair, sighing heavily when you’d only laughed in response. joel knows you can handle yourself and it’s a thing that he admires about you, but it doesn’t stop him from worrying about you and your health. joel sat by your bedside in jackson’s infirmary until you were just about cleared. he spent his time gripping your hand in his whenever he wasn’t sleeping or going to check on ellie.

boyfriend!joel who can’t help but love the way you treat his ellie. he hears the two of you stay up and talk into all hours of the morning. about what? he doesn’t really know besides the fact that you refuse to share what the conversations are about. “why don’t you ask our girl yourself?” you’d told him, smiling so sweetly he couldn’t bring himself to scowl at you for being a brat. you spend most of your time with ellie if not with him or maria. you take her to the library with you, as well as the gardening section you sometimes assist with. if ellie’s on patrol, you’re on patrol, and it warms his heart in a way he can’t quite pinpoint.

boyfriend!joel who loves you because you are his polar opposite and his mediator between him and his daughter. ellie is too rash while joel is too calculated, leaving you to be just right. you’re often the one to make final decisions in the household over the dumbest of things. your favorite memory is the first time ellie officially began to hang out with dina and jesse. joel was worried out of his mind that jesse would try something with ellie, and how desperately you wanted to tell him there was nothing to worry about.

boyfriend!joel who doesn’t know how to completely express his love for you and ultimately fumbles a bit in the early stages of your relationship. you were supposed to go on your second date with joel at his house, he’d said he was going to make dinner and ellie would remain in her little room in the back. you’d spent all day thinking of it, even losing track of books and stressing yourself out over where’d you last put them. maria found it adorable, if anything. she’d told you to go ahead and leave early if you were that excited. you had a few nice items of clothing from the many runs you and some of the others had done, and this little red number was just perfect. you’d practically skipped to joel’s house only for him to not answer when you knocked. you remember ellie coming through and opening the door, eyes widening before cursing joel out loud and turning to pull you into the house. “um, he hasn’t come back from the job he was workin’ yet so maybe we should wait?” you’re positive ellie could feel the embarrassment flowing off of you in waves but you agreed with the younger girl anyway.

boyfriend!joel who’d came in an hour later, flustered and visibly stressed. he found you and ellie curled on his couch watching freaky friday, and his chest had tightened because you looked so beautiful. “(name)- goddammit.” he murmured, running a hand down his face. “ellie,” he paused to look at her, using his chin to gesture for her to leave. “go. please.” he added the please quietly, stress clear on his face. it was probably the only reason she left without a word. “listen, (name), i’m sorr-” but you’d already stood with a soft smile. “no, it’s fine. i’ll go and we can try again another time, okay?” he’d believe you if you hadn’t swallowed thickly, pushing some hair from your face. joel could feel the guilt creeping up his chest and god did it make him sick. “no, darlin’ jus’ give me a minute and i can make us somethin’ to eat. i’m sorry. i like you, sugar i just…it’s been a day ‘m sorry.” you smile genuinely at that and find your feet moving their way towards him. “you like me, miller?” your eyes are gentle when he looks down at you, and joel realizes you make him feel safe. “we can make another day out for this, ‘m not going anywhere ‘cause of one mishap. i was embarrassed, yes, but you were caught up with patrol and such there’s nothing to do about that. we’re fine, joel. i promise.” you press a gentle kiss to his cheek, to the other, then to his lips. “we can try again, hm?”

nsfw headcanons ↓

boyfriend!joel who fucks you rough and nasty. his hips are always so rough against yours as his beard tickles the side of you neck while he kisses down it. his fingers dig into your hips and the most you can do is whimper out his name. your eyes roll to the back of your head and youre grappling at his back desperately for any type of leverage. anything to keep your body grounded from the euphoria taking it over. “thas’ it sweet thing. you’re taking me so well, hm?” you can only nod as a sob rips from your throat, legs tightening around your boyfriend’s hips to pull him deeper within you. joel grips your jaw with his free hand, forcing you to look him in his eyes as he fucks you deeper. he pushes you further into the bed, hips slamming against yours at a stuttering pace. “joel- can’t- can’t- feels weird.” you sob out, closing your eyes only for them to flutter open when you cum. you cum hard, fluids spraying against his lower abdomen and some getting on the sheets. joel’s eyes change a certain way when he witnesses you squirt for the first time, and the twitch of his cock tells you he’s far from done.

boyfriend!joel who has a thing for face fucking. joel loves to get you on your knees or have you lay over the side of the bed. he’ll purr sweetly at you, “you gonna take it, pretty girl?” and you eat it up everytime. you’re looking up at him with big eyes, pressing kisses to his thighs and mumbling about how good you can be. he likes to take things slow before he uses his throat by tracing his thumb along your lip before tapping his cock against your lips. “go ahead sweet thing. take what you want.” and you’re already spitting on his cock, stroking him a few times before taking him in your mouth. you move up and down his cock, getting used to the size despite how many times you’ve taken him down your throat. joel knows when you’ve gotten settled because you take him all the way down your throat and hold it, blinking up at him like the most innocent thing in the world. joel prefers to grab your hair, pulling back before fucking into your throat slow and deep. he holds you there despite your sputtering and choking, only pulling out when he feels it’s enough. when joel begins to fuck your throat you can never help but guide your hands down to your cunt. you’re moaning around his dick while tears fall from your eyes, pitiful and shaking hands desperately rubbing at your clit. your hips jut into your hands to no avail, because only joel can make you cum the way you want to. his grip always tightens unbearably when he’s about to cum, and his hips stop deep in your pretty little throat to cum down it. “thas’ my sweet girl. takin’ this dick like it was made for ya.”

boyfriend!joel who loves nothing more than to eat you out. he loves the feeling of your warmth against his mouth, the way your pussy is so responsive to his actions. he loves to run his tongue through your folds before suckling on your clit. he rubs your clit slow and steady, watching your reactions to his ministrations. you cover your eyes with your forearm in an attempt to hide the tears already trying to form in your pretty eyes. joel chuckles at your actions before pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to your clit. “remember you gotta be quiet, pretty.” you nod quickly, whimpering softly because you need him to move. when joel starts he never really knows how to stop. he goes in, fingers stretching you deliciously while his lips work on your clit. he latches on and sucks, pulling the most wanton of moans from your lips. your hips jut against his face with a soft sob and you’re desperately trying to hang on to your already building orgasm. joel doesn’t care though. he only hooks his fingers in your cunt and thrusts, pulling back to spit on your pussy as if you weren’t wet enough. he flattens his tongue against your pussy, peeking up at you with what could only be a smug look in his eyes. “you gonna cum on my face, sweets?” you nod, shaking your head harder when you began to thrust up against his tongue. “gonna-” joel shakes his head. “don’t say it, do it.” and you’re creaming on his face as a cry rips through your throat.

boyfriend!joel who likes to fuck you in one of the check-in stations while the two of you are out on patrol. he rubs his hands down your sides, pinning you against the table of he little shack. you’re looking up at him with a cheeky smile that makes him raise a brow at your attitude. “what? you gonna fuck me in a lil shack ‘cause you can’t hold it? ‘nd you say i’m the slut.” joel doesn’t take attitude and you’re fully aware. trust. so you’re not surprised when his previous loving strokes down your side go rigid. he scoffs airily, “turn around.” you bite down on your lip but comply anyway, undoing your belt to allow him to pull your pants down easier. joel laughs from behind you, murmuring something along the lines of “fuckin’ slut.” and he tugs your pants and panties down in one tug. he runs his middle finger through your folds, tuting softly when he feels the slick build on his finger. “fuckin’ slut was already thinkin’ about getting fucked over this table, huh?” you moan softly, nodding to answer his question. you wiggle your ass out to him, looking over your shoulder with a pout. “please, joel? need it s’bad.” he laughs again this time, though it’s deeper and full of some sort of intent. he doesn’t say anything following his laugh, prompting you to turn around to ask again. “shut it.” joel snaps, thrusting into you in one quick, delicious thrust. your question dies on your lips as you lean forward and moan loud and deep, your pussy clenching tightly around your boyfriend. your eyes water from the sudden intrusion and your toes attempt to curl in your shoes. “mhm, bet you shut the fuck up now.” he hisses in your ear, gripping the back of your head to pull you back up with him. joel’s thrusts are hard and unforgiving, a pace he sets only for when you’ve been a brat or simply asked for it. you sob out his name, begging for him to slow down and that your pussy can’t take it. “can’t take it? didn’t you jus’ try to beg for it? you beg for it then you fuckin’ take it. take what you get sweet girl. ain’t that right?” words are lost to your little brain and you can only muster up a nod to his questions and statements. the hand that isn’t holding you up rests on your clit, giving it a sharp slap before he’s rubbing it like you aren’t already twitching against him. “oh my- fuck!” joel’s thrust only further the deep knot forming in your tummy, making you squirm and twitch in his grip. he chuckles when he feels you clench, too fucking tight, and you’re screaming and sobbing as you cum on his dick. “atta fuckin’ girl.” he lets you go, bending you over to ride out his own orgasm. your fingernails dig into the wooden desk, leaving scratch marks you would have a hard time explaining to the next couple to come out here for inspection. “shit, this pussy gotta be made for me. my pretty slut with a pretty pussy, hm?” you nod against the desk, praying a splinter doesn’t find it’s way into your face. “good.” you’re crying out, cumming again as joel’s balls slap against your pussy one final time. he cums deep inside of you, holding your hips down to ensure his seed stays deep inside of your pretty cunt. he pulls out, watching the way his cum oozes out of your pussy. “a sight i ain’ ever getting tired of.” he hums, shoving his fingers back into you.

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[sushiwriterhere]

foggy

summary: "Perhaps most tantalizing of all were his glasses–their lenses were lightly fogged, but you could still almost see his wide eyes behind them."  rating: explicit (18+ mdni) pairing: bob floyd x f!reader word count: ~2.9k warnings: idiots pining, car sex (lol), hangman being hangman, no use of y/n.  notes: Inspired by me thinking about Bob's glasses getting all fogged up. y'all i wish i could apologize for this but all i can think abt is this man and how someone once said they wanna chew on him like a polly pocket.. anyways please let me know what you think ! no beta we die like men tagging: @sebsxphia @theharddeck - tagging ppl either by request or whom i feel like luv bob soooo pls let me know if you'd like to be added/removed

You were usually far more behaved than this, really. You paid attention in your classes, did your work, showed up on time to your job–kept it all together. But there was something about him, about Bob, that just made that tiny part of you want to be reckless. And he had no idea. 

There he was, along with the rest of the group like every Friday, sitting and watching them play pool. They’d hoot and holler, order drink after drink, and he’d sit and laugh along with his peanuts and his Shirley Temples or lemonades. And it made you want to jump his bones.

It was a smidge ironic that as a bartender his non-alcoholic drink choices were part of what got you going, but what could you say? A man of multitudes and contradictions was appealing, and Bob was just that. Best weapons system operator around, shy as all hell, and damn smart. He always tipped generously, never put his phone on the bar, and had interrupted more than one creep on a mission to try and ruin your Friday night (flirting is for tips, not for keeps!). 

But any time you tried to move it past your brief interactions, he always slipped away. You figured it wasn’t necessarily on purpose— he seemed to be friendly otherwise, just probably not interested. So you resigned yourself to the occasional small chat when making drinks or he came in while the Hard Deck was a bit less noisy—and ever so often, finishing while imagining just what it would feel like to have his body pressed up against yours. 

And this Friday began like every other. You came in right as lunch ended, and busied yourself with prepping more limes than you ever wanted to see again in your life. There were glasses to be stacked, napkins and straws to be refilled, and liquors to be restocked. Patrons would start trickling in around 5 or 6, with the majority starting to filter in around 8, clearly coming from dinner or work. By 9, the Hard Deck would be packed to the brim with fighter pilots and other people from the nearby base. 

Your favorite fighter pilots would make it in at 8:45 pm every Friday, like clockwork. They’d take over the pool table with a direct eyeline to the bar, and stay till the early hours of the morning, sometimes till closing. Rooster usually bought the first round if the weather was nice, Hangman would when the weather was shit. More than once you’d tried to discern a pattern beyond that, but they seemed to have some sort of system. 

Bob would always buy his own drinks. 

He’d make his way to the bar, smiling gently at you and waiting patiently while you fielded other customers. Then he’d place his drink order and ask for a refill on his cup of peanuts, and stand there humming something to himself while you poured him a drink. Tips came in cash, straight into your palms and always paired with a soft smile that made your knees weak and your pulse hammer.

Tonight was no different. He ordered his lemonade and handed you cash with a warm smile before returning to what appeared to be an increasingly hostile and heated game of pool. Sitting on the sidelines, he seemed to just be content observing the madness. 

When Hangman approached the bar during a momentary lull, you expected it to be for another round. Except he leaned over the counter conspiratorially, and crooked a finger at you to beckon you closer. 

“I have a secret to tell you, only it’s not really a secret.” He had a coy smile on his face like he was about to tell you he’d taken a cookie from the cookie jar. 

You really wanted to roll your eyes at him, but you had to admit sometimes Hangman was entertaining and you figured your shift would at least be somewhat more lively with his antics. So you just shifted closer to him while maintaining an eye on the bar in case someone needed anything. 

“Do tell.”

He pointed a finger back towards the game of pool just as Rooster sunk a shot and Phoenix high-fived him, “You see Bob over there?”

You narrowed your eyes. You definitely didn’t like where this was going. While Hangman was all huge ego on the outside, you knew he wasn’t really like that on the inside, so it made you suspicious that he was deciding to pick on Bob. Usually it was all in good fun, but you had a soft spot for Bob and you really didn’t want to be caught up in any hurtful gossip.

“Play nice in my bar, Bagman.” You said, scrubbing a bit more aggressively at the countertop than you meant to.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m playing very nice, I’m being a wingman instead of Hangman tonight.” Wingman? “Bob over there, has a very big and bad crush on a certain someone.” 

You hoped this was some sort of prank, because Hangman had one perfectly manicured finger pointing at you. You felt your face go bright red. 

“That’s not playing nice.” God, why was this happening? 

It was one thing to harbor your little crush on Bob, to let yourself check him out while you were sure he wasn’t looking, it was another to have Hangman mock you by telling you that Bob liked you back. 

“He really thinks he’s being subtle,” Hangman continued as if he hadn’t heard you speak, “But he refuses to let us buy his drinks whenever we’re buying a round just so he can talk to you. I swear he spends more time up here or staring at you than he does hanging out with us.”

Saved by a customer, you let your attention drift away from Hangman and what he’d said to you. Even though he lingered, leaning on the bar, you tried not to focus on him. 

What did he mean Bob had a crush on you? That couldn’t be possible. A few weeks prior you had almost asked Bob out to dinner after not charging him for his drink, hoping that that would be enough to start a bit of flirting. 

Instead the WSO had placed enough cash to cover his drink and a very generous tip on the bar and stammered out something about needing to get back to the game of pool him and Rooster were losing. So you took that as your hint. 

Ever a patient asshole, Hangman was still there after you finished making drinks. Clearly being decently drunk wasn’t enough to keep him from being a pain. He just kept looking between you and Bob and not saying anything. 

“You’re scaring other customers.” You wanted this to end, the observation, you wanted to get out from under his knowing gaze.

He flicked a cherry stem at you, and without flinching proceeded to make you feel like you were officially the world’s least subtle person, “It’s not hard to see that you and Bob wanna jump each other’s bones, I think once you get it out of your system you’ll be perfect for each other. Just have to get over that first hurdle.”

And with that, Hangman walked himself back over to the rest of the group. You stood there in stunned silence trying to process exactly what just happened.

-

Like you said before, you were usually far more behaved than this. But nevertheless, you now found yourself pressed up against your car in the corner of the Hard Deck’s parking lot, Bob’s lips on yours and his hands on your waist. 

Anyone could see. Hangman or Rooster could step out for a breath of fresh air, maybe even a drunk cigarette (no one was allowed to tell Mav), and see you pulling Bob’s shirt out of his standard-issue khakis and running your hands over his stomach. You had always known he was hiding some serious muscle under his uniform. Someone could see you, weak in the knees for the quiet, but beautiful, Bob. 

“Jesus Christ,” he said quietly against your lips as you scratched at his back and trembled in his arms. “We shouldn’t–shouldn’t be doing this out in the open. You deserve better.”

Was it wrong that him being so respectful made you want him to ruin you all that more? What you wouldn’t give to be in your, or his, apartment right now, protected by four walls and free to strip and see all of him. But for now, you’d have to take the cards you were dealt. 

Grasping behind yourself, you yanked the back door handle against yourself, feeling the door give against you and open slightly. You pushed Bob off you gently, just enough to pull the door open and grab his collar to pull him into the car with you. He made a choked off sound, and you honestly weren’t sure if it was because of you grabbing his shirt or if he was surprised. 

“Wait,” He managed, and you froze, “I... Will you sit in my lap?”

You were going to die, here and now, with him almost hovering over you, his eyes wide and pleading. For a moment, time seemed to turn into something syrupy as he slid fully into the car, shut the door, and pulled you into his lap. 

You both sat there for just a moment, panting and staring at each other. Maybe you owed Hangman an apology for doubting his wingman skills, but you weren’t sure you wanted to inflate his ego more than it already was. 

However, he did deserve some credit. After he had dropped that bomb on you, Bob had come over and asked if you were alright, claiming he’d give Hangman a talking-to about whatever he said that had clearly upset you. You just stood there staring at him, until he started to squirm slightly under your gaze. 

It was in that moment you had blurted out, “I have a crush on you.”

He had stared at you for a split second before he whispered, so quietly you weren’t even sure you were supposed to hear it, “Oh my god, I want to kiss you so badly.” 

It had taken everything in you not to drag him across the bar and press your lips into his. Instead, you managed to tell him that you had your thirty minute break in five minutes, and to meet you in the parking lot by your car. It was probably the most reckless thing you had ever done.

So that was how you ended up in the backseat of your car, Bob’s tongue running along the seam of your lips, whining slightly when you opened your mouth to feel his tongue glide over your teeth. You could tell he had his feet firmly planted on the floor by the steady rhythm of his hips against yours. That part of his actions seemed so confident, so assured in comparison to the slight tremor in his hands against your hips, but you wanted him to let loose a little, show you just how much he wanted you. 

The car rocked gently with your movements. He was panting as his forehead leaned against yours, and he let out a particularly high pitched whine as you grabbed him by the back of the neck to force your lips together again.

“Been thinking about this, about you,” he ground out as you both pulled away again to catch your breaths, “See you every Friday and Hangman, ah, Hangman makes fun of me.” 

You groaned at his confession and twisted your hands into his neatly combed hair. Honestly, you couldn’t judge his hesitancy, for god’s sake you thought he barely liked you as a friend. Plus, you’d firmly asked more than one patron to leave when they tried to be too forward. Bob was never too forward. 

“Been, fuck! Been, trying to be a gentleman.”

You didn’t want him to be a gentleman, you wanted him to ruin you. Grabbing his wrists, you shoved them under your shirt and sighed as he got the message, rubbing your nipples over your bra. 

“F-Fuck,” you gasped, rolling your hips against his more firmly. 

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered as his lips marked a path down your neck, mouthing at your collarbone as he tugged the collar of your shirt to the side.

“Bob...” You could feel the heat in your stomach building, the familiar tingle in your fingers.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” With one hand on your stomach rubbing soothing circles, and the other dipping into your bra, the flood of physical sensations was almost too much. 

You moaned into his mouth and shuddered against his grip, raking your hands through his hair and feeling just how much he liked the sensation of your nails scraping against his scalp when the rhythm of his hips stuttered.  

When you came it felt like a star bursting in your chest, everything went fuzzy around the edges as he rocked you in his lap and you rode out your orgasm. It felt like Christmas morning, your birthday, and every party all rolled into one. You shuddered as he kept your hips moving against his, clearly close. 

But you would have none of that.

Still trembling from your own release you unbuttoned his khakis with shaking hands and reached in to grasp him. He stared down at your through lightly fogged up glasses, clearly shocked. 

“Fuck, wait, are you sure—!” Was all he managed to get out before you were on your knees, doing your damndest to swallow him down.

He came with a choked shout, one hand on the back of your head and the other clawing at the worn leather of your seats, grasping for something, anything to keep him tethered. For a moment you stayed on your knees, reveling in the feeling of what had just happened. 

He was a fucking vision from this angle. His usually perfectly done haired was wild from you running your hands through it, his khakis were haphazardly open and his softening cock was laying against his stomach where you had rucked his shirt up. Breathing wild, his chest rose and fell quickly, and his fingers resting on the seat twitched in a matching rhythm to the ones in your hair.

Perhaps most tantalizing of all were his glasses–their lenses were fogged up, but you could still almost see his wide eyes behind them. 

You wished you had a camera to capture the moment. 

The moment was broken when Bob reached down to pull you back into his lap and move his lips softly against yours. It took you a moment to register that he was whispering sweet nothings to you–a combination of thank you, and all sorts of compliments that made your chest ache. 

A sudden alarm sound made both of you turn in opposite directions at the same time, smacking your foreheads together. Suddenly any sexual tension had completely dissipated, replaced by both of you melting into laughter. Leave it to you and Bob to top off humping in your car like teenagers by giving each other concussions. 

“I need to get back to work.” You whispered as he inspected your forehead for any lasting injuries, “That was my alarm.”

He pressed his lips to yours softly, as if he was savoring your final moments together. “Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow? Do this part right?”

“I’d love that.”

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You almost made it to closing without anyone noticing that you and Bob had both conveniently been gone for most of your meal break. But the crew crowding the pool table was far too observant for their own good. To his credit, Bob got himself almost fully back to his normal appearance, and you slipped into the bathroom to make sure you were presentable again. 

“You should say thank you to people who do nice things for you,” Hangman was back, toothpick hanging loosely from his mouth as he turned a sly grin in your direction, “I’ll take a beer in compensation, though.”

Pretending not to know what he could possibly mean, you continued to clean up. “Making sure all your cups are on the bar by closing is not exactly free beer material.”

He scoffed and stole another garnish, “You might think you’re slick but Bob’s been staring at you uninterrupted since you got back from your little break.”

“According to you he stares at me regardless.” Sorry, Bob.

“Yeah, but now he stares at you all mopey, which means you must’ve gotten the other stuff out of your system–”

You threw a piece of ice, the universe granting you with perfect aim for once, and watched as it hit his collarbone and slid down his shirt. He jerked backwards with a hiss. 

“Okay! Just take your beer and shut up.” Why did he have to be like this?

“Why thank you sweetheart, consider your debt settled.” With a wink, he was gone.

If you were honest with yourself, you probably would give Hangman a thousand free beers just to see Bob in the backseat, glasses foggy, and staring at you like you hung the moon. But he didn’t have to know that.

#top gun: maverick #robert 'bob' floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd fic #top gun: maverick fic #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #no use of y/n

[spicyclover]

Impulsive thoughts

Summary: Something you just have to let the voice in your head wins on stupid things. 

I’m cleaning my draft because I have too much.

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You just bought a cake at the grocery store. You have wanted to have that cake for so long, and since you got it, the only thing that goes to your mind is to face-plant yourself in it. 

You are in the kitchen, and Mick is searching for food. You take your cake and put it on the corner. Looking at it very deeply. Would you like to do this? Yes.  Are we really going to do this? Yes. Is this the stupidest thing you’ll ever do? Probably not.

You open the plastic and put it away. It’s right there in front of you. You want to do it. You are going to do it! Who’s gonna stop you anyway. You take a deep breath dropping your face on the cake. With a smile, you start laughing while Mick looks at you in shock.

“Y/n!” He exclaims, looking at your face filled with cake and sprinkles. “Oh my god!” He laughs 

He took the rest of the cake without thinking twice, face-planting himself. 

“Mick!” You scream. 

You look at each other without words. On second impulsive thought, you take his cheek in your hands and take a bit of what's on his nose.

(...)

You are cleaning the dishwasher and putting everything away. You finally get to the plate, and the first thing that goes to your mind is to smash it onto the kitchen floor. You look at the scale and the floor without hesitation. You drop the container, and it explodes into a hundred white pieces. 

Mick is cleaning the kitchen simultaneously, jumped out of fear and looked at you.

“Y/n!” he exclaims in pure shock. 

You turn your head toward him, and he takes a plate himself and smashes it onto the floor. You step back, slightly surprised, but start laughing with him.

Who would have known that something listening to our first thought could be the best? 

(...)

“Babe, I was at the gym earlier and saw a girl. She looked exactly like you! It was insane.” 

“Oh really, was she pretty?” You ask him looking at him in the eyes waiting patiently for the answer.

Something... No! Most of the time, you love making a hard time for him. It brings spice to your couple, and you are always amused by how he escaped some trick questions you might ask him like this one.

You saw the smile on his face leave within a second, making you want to laugh, but you bit your cheek really hard and kept a straight face toward him. Suddenly, he is nervous because he doesn’t know how to correctly answer this question. 

He can’t say Yes, and he can’t say No. If he says yes. It would imply that she was prettier than you, but If he says no, it would mean you are ugly.

“sh... she was like... the ugly version of you.

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

matt and reader are really good friends and one day reader finally asks matt out and he says yes but then a case or daredeviling runs late and reader ignores him for the week because he stood her up but with a happy ending??

omg I love this sm! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

rooftop apologies (Matt x f reader)

wc || 1.4k

warnings || don’t think there are any

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You and Matt have been great friends ever since college, your friendship has always been something you valued deeply- just a fun and genuine connection.

You, Matt, Foggy and Karen were having a friend's night at Matt’s apartment, all exchanging funny stories while you shared Chinese food.

“Who wants the last spring roll? It’ll have to go in the trash if no one claims it.” Foggy said while shaking the box as if to tempt you all.

“I can’t- I’m full.” Karen sighed as she leaned back into the sofa.

“No- no, get that away.” You swatted the box, not able to manage another bite.

“Well, if no one else does.” Matt responds, digging his chopsticks into the container.

“I actually should be going… I have a meeting with Ellison early in the morning.” Karen says, sitting up straight.

“I really should too, got a big case coming up.” Foggy says with a sigh.

You all said your goodbyes, hugging each other before parting. Foggy and Karen got a taxi together, but you stayed behind to help Matt clean.

“No leave that, I’ll do it in the morning.” Matt says walking over to you in the kitchen.

“It’s okay, I’m nearly finished anyway.” Placing the clean dishes on the rack. “It’s a ‘thank you’ for paying my part of dinner.” You joke.

“I didn’t- oh.” Chuckling as he got a beer from the fridge. “Okay, yeah I can deal with that.” Uncapping the bottle, taking a sip as he rested against the worktop.

“Just messing with you, but these are finally done… need any other help?” Drying your hands as you looked around his apartment.

“No no- you’ve done more than enough, thank you.” Smiling at you as he rested his chin on the top of the glass bottle.

“Okay, I’ll get out your hair.” You say excusing yourself.

“You sure? We can sit on the roof, like old times?” He sweetly offers.

“I’d love to, but I have an early shift tomorrow.” You lied as you picked up your bag. You wanted to stay but whenever it was just you two, you felt like you were going to blurt out the thing you were trying to hide from him. Or that he’d figure out you were hiding something by listening to the way your heart pumped wildly.

“That’s okay, maybe next time.” He kindly reassures with a smile.

Putting on your shoes and coat, walking to the front door with Matt tailing close behind. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you turn around to face him. “Hey, Matt?” You slowly start.

“Yeah.” Matching his tone with yours.

“Would you maybe like to go out sometime?” You ask with help from liquid courage.

“Like uh- like a date?” He smiles.

“Um- yeah, but it doesn’t have to be.” Feeling flustered.

“I’d love to. How about Friday at seven? I’ll pick you up.”

“Perfect. Great, okay, uh- see you soon.” Kissing his cheek goodbye as you left. 

Exiting the building, you look up to see Matt perched at the edge of the rooftop. Even though you live in the next block over, he keeps a lookout for you- always making sure you get home safely. He doesn’t know that you know about it, and you liked to keep it that way.

//

Three days had passed since you asked out Matt and it’s now finally Friday. Shrieking out of excitement while you got ready, telling yourself to calm down as you finished off the last touches. You’ve been looking forward to this day for years. You had always had a crush on Matt, but you’d dare say anything about it- hating the possibility of ruining your friendship.

Checking your phone to see that it was five past seven, it’s okay it’s only been five minutes, he’ll be here soon.

Slipping on your shoes and spritzing a few pumps of perfume, deciding to wait patiently by the front door.

What’s keeping him? You thought to yourself, taking your phone out from your bag to see that it’s now twenty past seven. He’s usually very punctual, so his lateness started to worry you.

Even more time passed and you felt your heart begin to sink. He’s not standing you up, right? Right? Slumping into your armchair as your feet began to ache, standing on them too long.

Pulling out your phone once more, noticing that it’s seven forty-eight. Deciding to call, in case he forgot or was lost. You knew deep down he couldn’t be lost, but you just told yourself that to make you feel better, not wanting to think about the possibility of him forgetting.

It went straight to voicemail, so you flung your phone into the sofa out of frustration.

Why is he so late?

Your phone dinged, immediately running over to check it, almost tripping on the rug in the process. Disappointment arose, looking at the text from Pizza Hut. Not who you wanted it to be.

Another hour had gone and it made your chest crumble. It forced you to think about the possibility that he wasn’t coming. Ringing him again, but having no success.

Whipping out your phone again, going onto contacts. Calling Pizza Hut and ordering the deal you had received earlier on. Changing into your loungewear as you waited for your food to arrive. Flicking through your tv, trying to find something good to watch- urgently wanting to distract yourself.

You ate your pizza in almost darkness sitting on your living room floor. Laying down flat against the floor mumbling to yourself. It’s nearly ten and you felt disappointed.

Deciding to call it an early night, you got ready for bed, removing the makeup that you had spent an hour doing. Climbing into bed, you couldn’t be bothered to brush your teeth, you just wanted to sleep.

Rolling over to see the alarm clock on your nightstand, obnoxiously showing you the time.

Several loud knocks come from your door, startling you awake. Sluggishly walking towards it, looking through the peephole.

Sadly smiling when you saw a disheveled-looking Matt. Reluctantly opening it, holding it closed as you spoke to him through the gap.

“Hi.” You grumbled.

“I’m sorry- I’m so so sorry! My case ran over and I had to chase after some people. I’m so sorry.”

“Why didn’t you call?” You mumbled, trying to hide your sadness.

“It was in my pocket while I was fighting, it got stood on. Please can you forgive me?” He gushed, smiling at you apologetically.

“… I don’t know. I’ll just talk to you later. Be careful.” You softly say as you closed the door.

“I’m sorry.” His saddened voice echoed through the door.

You were just hurt for now, you just wanted to sleep it off.

//

A week had passed since Matt ‘stood you up’, he had called you plenty- but you only answered a couple times, keeping the conversation light and airy.

You knew he was sorry, you just felt silly for admitting your interest in him when it didn’t feel reciprocated properly.

Your phone rang, pulling out to see Matt’s name lighting up the screen. Something inside you screamed for you to answer, and so you did. Answering and putting it to your ear.

“Hey! Angel, thank you for answering. I need you to do something for me, please. Can you go up to your rooftop?”

“Why?” You asked slowly.

“Please just do it, and bring a coat.” He said cheerfully before ending the call.

Making your way up to the roof, looking around feeling confused.

“Hey, over here.” Matt shouted. “Watch your step.”

“What’s going on?” You asked as you walked over to him.

He was sitting on a picnic blanket with your favourite flowers in his hand. A few candles lit up to display a variety of snacks spread out across the blanket. You were glad you brought a coat, the New York midnight air already chilling your bones.

“What’s this for?” You questioned, trying to hide the excitement in your voice.

“An apology and hopefully a date. I’m so sorry about last week, I really am.” He softly coos.

“I know you are, it’s okay.” Taking a seat next to him on the blanket.

“Can I tell you something?” He chirps.

“Of course.” You beam while you chewed a couple grapes.

“I’ve been in love with you since I first met you.” Grinning at you.

Your ears pulled back as your lips tugged up into a wide smile. “So have I… I’ve loved you for years.” You finally admit.

Spending the rest of the night cuddling together on the blanket, listening to all the strange and comforting sounds from the city.

#matthew murdock #matt murdock x you #matthew murdock x you #matt murdock fem!reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil #oh my god

[randofics]

Spooktober day 1

Sideswipe x human reader

Prompts - Friday the 13th, scary/horror movies

I know it's late for day one, but imma be honest, I started writing this on the third. 😅

I'm working on more, but I'm not sure when they'll come out. So yall just be patient with me. Anyways, I hope yall enjoy! Leave a comment if yall want.

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It was October first, and you could finally decorate the junkyard for Halloween. Denny had refused to decorate until October. So here you were, stringing up orange and purple lights as well as fake spiderwebs wherever you could reach with the help of Sideswipe and Strongarm

"So wait, let me get this straight, not only do humans purposefully make and watch horror movies, you also decorate yourselves as scary as possible and hide in these "haunted houses", all for entertainment?"

Strongarm sounded perplexed at the strange customs you'd brought up.

"Yep, pretty much. Though lots of people don't do either and have their own traditions that they enjoy. I personally enjoy rewatching scary movies during the fall. Speaking of which, I was going to re-watch Friday the 13th if you guys want to join me?"

"Eh, sure, why not. It's not like there's much going on around here anyway."

"No thanks y/n I need Fixit's help with my Decepticon hunter. It's acting up, and I don't know what's wrong with it."

A grin crossed Sideswipe's faceplate. "You're scared, aren't you?"

"What!? No, I'm not!"

He got up in her face poking her with a didget. "Are too!"

"No, I'm not Sideswipe!" She crossed her arms, tilting her chin up with a "humph".

Sides chuckled, not believing her one bit.

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Later that night, you had set up a projector with a large white bedsheet as the screen and popped some popcorn for yourself. Russell had begged his father to allow him to watch the movie with you, but luckily for you, he'd refused and instead let him sleep over with a friend. Bumblebee had decided to join you for the movie, saying he'd seen part of it before but not the entire thing.

You sat in an old recliner while the other two sat behind you on the ground, optics glued to the screen. The movie started, and within a few minutes, there was the first kill. Of course, it was exaggerated to some extent, but that's what you get from older movies. Not even a quarter of the way into the movie Bumblebee called it a night and left to go recharge.

You were relatively calm throughout the movie, but every once in a while, you'd hear Sideswipe jump or let out a sound of disgust at the cheap gore.

When the final girl Alice fends off Pamela Voorhees and kills her with a machete to the neck, you swear you hear Sides yelp. You turn your head and see him covering his face with his servos.

"You ok, Sides?"

"N-no, I mean, yeah, I'm fine totally!" He looks pale if cybertronians could even go pale, and he's definitely grossed out by the obviously fake gore. "Here, how about I turn this off, and we can do something else for a bit to take your processor off of it. He nods and transforms, waiting on you to put the projector away.

He pops his passenger door open for you and drives you to his little hangout spot in the junkyard. "Let's distract you for a bit." You hop out and pull your phone from your pocket to play some music. You grin as a classic plays making you dance a little.

Cha cha slide never failed to distract you from stuff, so you hoped it would work for him as well. Sure enough, he got into the rhythm and danced along with the steps. A smile slowly graced his faceplate, and you knew he'd be alright.

#fanfic #transformers fanfiction #transformers x reader #tf rid sideswipe #tf rid 2015 #platonic #spooktober #writing prompt

[abandoned-anemoia]

Smitten

☯ Pairing: Idol of choice x fem!reader (3rd person) ☯ Genre: fluff (with a little angst) ☯ Word count: 1k ☯ Warnings: mentions of food ☯ A/N: I wrote this while deep in my thoughts about Changkyun of Monsta X but decided it should be a “choose your own character” situation. I greatly appretiate any interaction! Please Let me know if I need to add any warnings! ☯Disclaimer: None of my work represents any of the idols included in any way. This is merely fictional and all based on my opinion as a joke! I have nothing against any of these idols and love them all dearly.

Please do not copy, translate, or post as your own!

After touring, all he wants is to do is see her.

The softness of the blanket wrapped around her keeps her warm on the chilly Friday night. The rain falling outside taps softly on the window. The moon shines brightly in the charcoal sky, slipping through the window and softly illuminating the room. The soothing smell of lavender wafts through the small apartment as the candle sitting on the coffee table burns.

He gazes at her from the doorway. She sits on the couch, peacefully looking out the window. She hadn't even heard him come in. She seems to be lost in thought, staring out the window. He smiles, knowing she was only in the living area this close to midnight to see him when he came home. He almost hated to interrupt and lose sight of her focused look.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He spoke softly so as to not startle her.

She turns her gaze from the window to where the voice came from. How long had he stood there, staring?

"My thoughts cost more than that. I have rent to pay." She teases him, letting out a chuckle.

He laughs. He missed this. He missed her. It had been too long. His schedule barely gives him time to breathe, let alone be home. To be with her—the love of his life. The woman who is so patient with both him and his schedule.

She gets up, tugging the blanket closer to her body, and walks over to him. It's late. She thinks. She assesses the dark rings under his eyes and his wet hair and clothes from the pouring rain outside. She can tell he's trying to hide it but he's shivering slightly.

"Go take a warm shower. Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat while you're in the shower. Then we can get some rest." The words rush out of her mouth as she discards the blanket she had wrapped around her. She uses the discarded blanket to wipe the rain drops that littered his face.

He stares at her while she dotes over him. Cute. She's always worried about him. She has never complained, just taken the initiative and cared for him.

"Don't worry about that, I ate on the plane." She nods to acknowledge his words but seems to be in another world.

"You're still going to take a warm shower." Her voice is strong. There was no changing her mind.

"The rain is coming down hard enough to be considered a pressure wash. I have to be clean already." He jokes but the stern look she gives him as she rolls her eyes tells him all he needs to know. Don't try me.

He concedes, knowing she would not allow him to ignore her request. He makes his way through her room and to the attached bathroom. Running the shower at the warmest temperature, he peels off his wet clothing and steps under the tepid spray of water.

While he is showering, she is warming up some food she had kept in her refrigerator. She wasn't sure when he would be home so she had yet to make anything for either of them to eat, but she wouldn't be telling him that.

He saunters into the kitchen, having noticed she wasn't in the bedroom when he exited the shower, hair wet and sticking to his forehead. He didn't bother putting on a shirt, knowing he wouldn't sleep in one anyway. Standing next to the bar, he waits for her to turn around, confused as to what she was doing.

She knows he is there but pays him no mind, continuing to gather food for him despite his assurance from before. Turning towards him and placing the meal on the countertop, she encourages him to sit down by motioning to a stool tucked under the bar.

Taking a seat on the stool, he sends her a tired smile. He had been awake for most of the plane ride, having not quite been on a set sleep schedule. The love he has for her swells inside of him as he realizes just how much she cares—how she missed him as much as he had missed her.

She lays a kiss on his cheek before sitting next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder as she rests her eyes—or at least she thought she would rest her eyes, waiting for him to finish eating. It doesn't take long for him to notice that he breathing has evened out and her body is slumping against his own.

Finishing the last bit of food, he looks down at her, her features are soft and he could see her eyelids twitch as her eyes flick around them. She's gorgeous. He carefully moves his body to lift her into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom.

He gently maneuvers her body so he can pull back the sheets and tuck her underneath them. She stirs but does not seem to be awake. Once she is safely tucked in bed, he turns to make his way back out of the room to clean up the dish he left on her bar. He doesn't make it far as she reaches out to grab his hand before mumbling out a soft, "Don't leave again."

His face falls, knowing she was awake enough to catch his arm yet sleepy enough to believe he would leave her immediately after coming home. Home. He has always stayed over at her place, yet never called it home. No. She was home. Not her apartment—not without her.

He slips under the covers and pulls her against him, muted words attempt to come out of his lips, "I won't ever leave you." He can't say that though. He knows he will have to leave on another tour again—knows he will rarely get time to see you between schedules. He feels as if he doesn't deserve you but knows you would tell him otherwise. Sighing, he squeezes her closer and closes his eyes. He feels nothing but content as he holds his entire world in his arms and falls asleep.

#monsta x imagines #ateez imagines #stray kids imagines #got7 imagines #bts imagines #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #nct 127 imagines #wayv imagines #exo imagines #the boyz imagines #wonho imagines #p1harmony imagines #astro imagines #txt imagines #day6 imagines #the rose imagines #seventeen imagines #vav imagines #shinee imagines #cravity imagines #enhypen imagines

[jungkookslipring]

I Will Never Make You Lonely: CH 2

Summary: When your life is falling apart, your 8 best friends are there to lift you up

TW: mentions of de&th, su!c!de, su!c!de tendencies, su!c!dal ideologies, depress!on, anxiety, crying. If this is in any way triggering I’d steer towards more of my happier works. 

If you or someone you love has thought of or acted on suicide, there is help and there is hope 

Call or text 988

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, non-idol AU

PSA: this is no way represents the artists. While their birth names are used in this story, this is in no way a reflection of the artist or artists in real life.

AU: this chapter is a little more lighthearted, but I wanted to add the trigger warnings just in case.

there is a tickle scene in here, so if it's not your cup of tea you are more than welcome to skip this chapter.

Ch 2

The last seven days have felt slow and dreadful, and all you could do was work. You were currently in the fourth week of your final quarter with midterms coming up soon. Although your friends have their own school work to worry about, they are starting to become worried about you. You haven't shown any signs of emotion since you received that phone call.

You would spend 12 to 16 hours each day reading, writing, deleting, and editing. However, when it was time for bed, you couldn't sleep. And even if you managed to sleep, you would have very vivid nightmares. As a result, more than half of the time, you would keep yourself busy by burning through homework assignments and projects.

Sometimes the guys would bring you food, drinks, or snacks because they knew you wouldn’t do it yourself, and you were now approaching a no-sleep streak of almost 72 hours. You truly didn’t know how you were still functioning, and they didn’t know either. One evening you were sitting at your windowsill, reading yet another case study. You closed your eyes for a split second before your heart nearly jumped out of your butt when Hyunjin, Han, and Minho burst into your room. You stared at them with your hand over your chest.

"What. the actual fuck is happening?" you ask trying to catch your breath. Hyunjin grabbed your textbook and Han grabbed a hold of your hands.

"Friday night movie night! Don't tell me you were going to skip!" Han said full of energy. Right, movie night. On any given day they would jump on your bed and quite literally drag you away from whatever you were doing so you could all binge-watch movies until the early AM, but Chris had warned them to leave you alone because you were studying. That didn't work out so well.

"If you want to study you can, we just thought you deserved a break," Minho said kindly. Han stood there swinging your arms side to side, patiently waiting for an answer.

"You haven't taken a proper break for days, y/n, and sleeping doesn't count as a break, which we know you haven't gotten a whole lot of either," Hyunjin said as he thumbed the dark circle under your eye gently. You exhaled and closed your eyes. All the shock mixed with not getting any sleep was not only mentally draining but also physically.

“I’m fine, I don’t sleep a whole lot anyways,” you said, shrugging it off, but if you spent the rest of the night studying, you were going to collapse, and the boys knew that. They suggested that you take a nice hot shower and meet them in the living room for some much-needed best friend time. Seungmin was already on a mission to get my shower bomb that made the entire bathroom smell super citrusy and lit a candle to provide a little bit of light so that the overhead light wasn't so bright. After the shower, you walked into the bedroom and saw a pair of folded pajamas that were warm from just being pulled out of the dryer and placed on the bed. You felt so much love for those boys. There was a gentle knock at the door once you were dressed.

“Come in,” you called out. The door cracked open as Minho poked his head in the door frame. 

“I made soup if you would like any,” he said sweetly. You gave him a smile as you whispered “Thank you”. He had sad eyes and a kind smile, he knew (they all knew) how hard you were taking everything. Minho slowly pushed past the door and walked up to you. 

“Aigoo…” he whispered as he cupped your face, studying your features.  

“You must be exhausted." You nodded and looked down at the floor.

“Would you like to eat? Even if it’s just a bite or two?” he asked. You nodded slowly as he carefully took a handful of your sweater paw and led you out of your bedroom. As you stepped out of the hallway into the kitchen, you noticed that the boys were scattered in the living room. They were having soup while the TV was on low volume, making sure not to be too loud. When you walked in, they greeted you with sweet smiles. Minho handed you a bowl of soup and led you to the couch. Changbin patted the spot between him and Han, inviting you to sit. You weren't sure which movie they had picked, but it managed to distract you. After you finished your soup, Han took your bowl while Changbin snuggled you close to his side. Han came back and stroked your hair while cooing at the both of you.

“Our baby,” he said sweetly.

“She’s not a baby, she’s older than you,” Changbin jokingly sassed at Han. Han put a hand over his heart and made the most extra gasp he had ever made. You giggled and patted Changbin’s hand.

“I’m older than you too you know,” you say while trying to hide a smile. Everyone in the room burst out laughing as Changbin gave you a look of betrayal.

“By two months!” he squawked at you as he began to poke your sides. You giggled as you buried yourself further between Changbin and the couch cushions, trying to get away from Changbin’s hands.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere missy!” Changbin laughed as he pulled you onto his lap. He held you in his arms as he squeezed your side with one hand.

“Bihihin quit ihihihihit,” you giggled trying to fold in on yourself. Your arms were trapped under his so your whole midsection was exposed while Han grabbed a hold of your ankles to hold you down. You squeaked when Chris got on the couch, plopping himself right next to your hips, and pressed his fingers into your tummy, turning your giggles to laughter. 

“Awww there’s that laugh we love so much, tickle tickle tickle,” he teased as his eyes turned into beautiful little crescents. 

“YOU GUYHAHAHAHA YOU GUYS ARE SO BAHAHAHAHAD!” You threw your head back on Changbin’s shoulder as you continued to squeal while the boys cooed at your reaction. As the movie played on, three of the boys tickled and teased you while the rest looked on with adoration. It was heartwarming to see you smile again since they had missed it. After a few minutes, Chris and Changbin stopped tickling you, and you resumed cuddling with Changbin while Han kept your feet on his lap and tapped a beat on your calves. The group ended up having a movie marathon, with occasional pokes and squeezes from Changbin and Han.

As your favorite movie played on, Changbin noticed that you were starting to fall asleep on his chest. He began to play with your hair, alternating between massaging your head, rubbing his hand up and down your back, and gently running his fingers through your hair. The soft touches on your head and back and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat helped you fall into a peaceful sleep. Once you were asleep, Changbin nudged Han and pointed to you, indicating that you were out. Han quietly cooed at you and signaled everyone else that you were asleep. By the time the last movie had ended, it was almost 9 p.m., and Chris suggested that everyone should rest. Changbin picked you up and carried you to your bed without waking you up. He tucked you in, gave you a soft kiss on the forehead, turned off the lights, and closed the door.

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Stay tuned for CH 3!

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#stray kids #stray kids x stay #stray kids fluff #skz fanfic #stray kids tickle #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids hurt/comfort #skz #skz scenarios #skz imagines #non idol au #stray kids college au #college au #hurt/comfort

[iheartyouyou]

STAY STILL | Eddie Munson

Summary: cockwarming with Eddie during a D&D campaign

Word Count: 628

Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI

Authors Note: My first time writing smut in… a WHILE. So- I might be a lil’ rusty or it just might be absolutely horrible. Anyway enjoy. Also, I don’t know a lot about D&D, so some stuff might be wrong, feel free to correct me about it though! <3

A small whimper made it’s way out of your throat. Everybody looked at you, questioning you with their eyes.

“You okay, Y/N?” Dustin asked, concern laced in his voice.

You nodded. Subtly moving forward to get some type of friction. His cock was balls deep into you. Usually, you loved feeling how full you felt— but when you weren’t able to move, it was torture.

Eddie sat you on his lap, pressing open-mouthed kisses on your neck while unzipped his pants, moving your panties to the side to easily slip his dick in, your skirt covering the scene. You began to move, thinking you would have enough time before the members arrived, but he held you in place, not letting you move a single inch.

You whimpered, begging him to let you move— that you guys had a good 10 minutes before everybody arrived but he denied, telling you they would arrive any minute and that you would sit there on his lap, and be a good girl until the campaign was over.

I guess your movements weren't subtle enough. Eddie’s hands latched onto your hips, his fingers digging into your exposed skin from your tight shirt that rid up.

“She’s fine. Right, Y/N?” He said.

“Y-yeah.” You choked, hands gripping the arm rests of his throne.

Dustin nodded.

Eddie focused his attention back on the campaign, guiding the members through the session.

You would shift once in a while, each time earning a soft groan from Eddie and a soft pinch on your thigh. He would then go back the the game, acting as if his dick wasn’t twitching every time you clenched around him.

Soon, the session came to an end. It was getting late and they planned for the next session to be next Friday. Everybody cleaned up their areas, offering Eddie help with the rest but he dismissed them, telling them that he would clean the rest up himself.

Dustin stayed behind, talking with Eddie about plans the following day while you sat silently on his lap praying that Dustin would shut up and leave. You loved Dustin. Absolutely adored him, he was your favorite in the club besides the Dungeon Master that was buried deep into you at that moment, but you were begging for a release.

Dustin soon left, telling Eddie that Steve wasn’t patient and would leave Dustin if he wasn’t out there in 10 minutes max after the time he pulled into the parking lot.

Just as Dustin closed the door, leaving the two of you and a mess on the table, Eddie pulled out of you.

“Edd—“

He flipped you over, pushing the rest of the game remaining’s off the table and laying you on it.

He immediately ripped your panties off, pushing your skirt up. A whine erupted from his throat at the sight of your wet pussy on display from him.

He pushed his finger up your folds just enough to feel how wet you were. “So wet… and all for me?”

You nodded eagerly, leaning back on your elbows to watch him. “Please, Eddie.” You begged.

“Please what?” He asked innocently, bringing the finger that was just in you up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around ig.

“Anything Eddie— just do something, please.” You moaned, watching as he opens his mouth, releasing his finger.

“Since you were such a good girl for me.” He starts, grabbing your thighs and pulling you towards the edge of the table. “I guess I’ll fuck you, right on this table… or do you wanna wait till’ we get home?” He teased, his eyes locked on your pussy.

“W-what? No, right here. Right here, take me right here.” You pleaded, clutching onto his shirt.

He clicked his tongue. “So needy.”

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #st4 #stranger things #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut

[housethemd]

Bets On Babies

(ABO Universe, Omega!House/Alpha!Wilson, established relationship, mpreg (? do you tag a/b/o mpreg, idk) approximately S1, Team POV, snippet style)

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January

It starts when Cameron discovers a prescription bottle she doesn’t recognize in House’s backpack.

She isn’t invading his privacy, not really.

Their patient is improving. Their patient is improving and the team doesn’t know why. House knows why, he administered the mystery treatment, and then proceeded to tell them that the answer is hidden somewhere in his office.

The answer isn’t in his backpack, unfortunately. She does study the label of the bottle she found - she doesn’t recognize the name of the drug.

“Hey Foreman, have you heard of this before? It’s in House’s name.” She asks, tossing the bottle towards the bookshelf where Foreman is seated on the floor combing through each one.

He catches the bottle and examines the label, eyebrows climbing his forehead.

“Yeah, I remember this from my OBGYN rotation. It’s prescribed to omegas in preparation for breeding.” His voice is high pitched, and disbelieving.

Cameron’s mouth falls open. They know that House is an omega, and that he’s married and bonded to Dr. Wilson. She just never thought the two of them would have pups. While she can picture Dr. Wilson as a father, it’s a little harder to see for House.

“Toss it here.” Chase scoffs.

Foreman tosses the bottle to Chase who’s seated at House’s desk going through his computer.

“Yes this is prescribed if an omega is planning on being bred, but it’s also prescribed for Distressed Heat Syndrome. It’s not conception specific, it’s just for general reproductive support.” He explains, tossing the bottle back to Cameron.

“You think it’s more likely House has Distressed Heat Syndrome?” Cameron questions.

“Uh yeah. Can you picture House pregnant? Anyway, House is an omega in his mid-fourties’ who, as far as we are aware, has never pupped. That’s the most common situation for people with Distressed Heat Syndrome.”

“I think I want to stop taking about our boss and what is or is not going on with his reproductive organs.” Foreman jumped in.

Cameron put away the pill bottle, just in time too as a few minutes later House limbed into his office.

He stopped, looking at the mess they’d made before speaking.

“You idiots.” He said with an eye roll.

Climbing onto a chair, he pulled a piece of paper with the answer on it tapped to the ceiling.

April

No one thinks about it again for a while. Not until House announces that he’ll be off the next week on a Friday morning. They aren’t stupid, they know why.

First of all because they can all do math and know that House takes a week off every 13 weeks, a slightly long but still normal heat cycle.

Second of all because they can smell him. Even Cameron who’s a beta can tell his scent is stronger, though she can’t pick up the sweetening of the scent the way Chase, an omega, and Foreman, an alpha, can.

It’s clear House is in preheat. His increased scent, the way he keeps tugging slightly on the collar of his shirt. He’s stretched the neck out from pulling, so now the scar of his bond bite is visible. Dr. Wilson keeps popping in, hovering around in that concerned alpha way.

The three of them are just coming back from running the tests House wanted when they freeze in front of House’s office door.

Wilson is nuzzling against House’s neck and House has his eyes closed and head tilted, a clearly submissive gesture. This isn’t the first time the team has caught a glimpse of House engaging in omega-typical behaviour, so that doesn’t shock them. What does shock them is the words leaving Dr. Wilson’s mouth.

“Can’t wait to breed you. Gonna fill you up with my pup, my pretty omega.”

They back away slowly before House or Wilson sees them, deciding to give the pair a few minutes.

“Still think that prescription was for Distressed Heat Syndrome?” Cameron quips.

“Lots of couples enjoy the fantasy of breeding without planning on actually doing it. It’s why heats and ruts exist, for breeding. It’s a healthy expression of sexuality especially for a bonded couple like House and Wilson. You know if House is in preheat than Wilson’s in prerut.” Chase lectured.

It was true. Bonded couples heats and ruts synced because it meant the greatest chance of conception if both partners where at peak fertility at the same time.

By the time they returned to the office, Wilson had left and House was sitting at his desk looking at something on his computer. The only indication that anything uncouth had taken place was the heavy scent of omega and alpha pheromones in the air.

July

The summer sun shines through the glass into House’s office. Cameron is rooting around his mess of a desk, trying to get his paperwork in order. They don’t have a case right now as House is off on heat leave, so she has nothing better to do. God knows House won’t do his own paperwork.

As she gathers up piles of papers she unearths a book. It’s titled “Fertility and the Mature Omega.” She stares at it for a moment, before calling in the rest of the team.

When Chase and Foreman arrive and she holds up the book Foreman rolls his eyes. Chase grabs the book out of her hands. She places her hands on her hips as Chase flips through the book, convinced she’s found proof that House and Wilson are trying for a pup.

“This book covers conception yes, but it also covers menopause.” Chase thrusts the book back her.

“House is only 45, most omegas don’t hit menopause until 55. You really think it’s that part of the book he’s looking at?” Cameron questioned indignantly.

“I think it’s far more likely that Gregory House is going through menopause than trying to get pregnant. Is he 10 years younger than the average menopausal omega? Yes. But we already figured out he probably has Distressed Heat Syndrome and the complications from that often result in early menopause.”

What Chase was saying was true. DHS caused soaring fevers, anxiety, pain during intercourse. In extreme cases it even caused impotence, leaving the omega with no choice but to ride out the heat without any of the relief sex provides.

“If he is going through menopause it would mean missing heats. House hasn’t missed a heat.” Cameron countered.

“The first sign of menopause can be shorter, less intense heats. Yes he comes in, we can tell he’s in preheat, and he takes a week off. Doesn’t mean he’s actually in heat the entire time.” Chase argued.

There was no settling the disagreement. Foreman wouldn’t give an opinion to tip the scale, so all the could do was wait to see what happened. Either House would start missing heats, or he’d announce he was pregnant.

October

House should have taken heat leave a week ago at least. He’d had no signs of preheat either. Wilson seemed to be coming around more often, and House seemed down.

“I told you it was menopause.” Chase sing-songed one day after Wilson and House went to the cafeteria together.

“He could be pregnant.” Cameron insisted.

“You don’t think he would have said something by now? He’d be 14 weeks along.” Chase countered.

“Some people choose to keep their pregnancies to themselves for as long as they can. He might not want the attention that comes from being a pregnant omega.”

Omega doctors were relatively rare. A pregnant omega doctor would garner a lot of attention. Especially if that pregnant omega doctor was Gregory House.

“He’s seemed down, and menopause can cause depression.” Chase said.

“Pregnancy can cause fatigue.” Cameron countered.

“We could test him.” Foreman said from his seat in the corner.

Foreman had thus far been avoiding being a part of his colleagues speculation about their bosses breeding cycles but he was getting tired of listening to it. A pregnancy test would confirm either Cameron or Chase’s theory.

“How do you suggest we do that? Do you know how hard it is to steal someone’s blood?” Chase exclaimed.

“We could steal his urine.” Cameron said.

“My thoughts exactly.” Foreman agreed.

Chase looked back and forth between the two team members.

“How exactly do you think we are going to steal House’s urine?” Chase said, bewildered.

In the end they came up with a plan to stop the drain and flushing mechanism on the urinal in the morgue mens room. It was almost never used, and House wouldn’t be able to tell that it wasn’t draining or flushing until it was to late. The trickiest part was getting him to the morgue at the right time, but after paying a janitor to wax the floor right outside the DDx room in the middle of their DDx they were able to get House to relocate to the morgue (it helped that the morgue was one of House’s favorite places to hold a DDx.)

Cameron purchased a cup of coffee for each of them from the canteen on the way down, and in House’s she put a fast acting diuretic. She made sure the one she chose wouldn’t do any damage if House was pregnant. Sure enough, part way through the DDx House wandered into the bathroom to yell demands at them from there. After they’d decided on a course of treatment for the patient House limped off and the three fellows played rock paper scissors to determine who had to retrieve the sample. Chase lost.

Foreman decided he’d be the one to run the test, as he wasn’t a part of Cameron and Chase’s debate. They sat on the opposite side of the room as Foreman waited the allotted three minutes. The timer went off and he looked down at the test before proclaiming,

“Well, it looks like Cameron wins. House is pregnant.”

They all scurried up to House’s office, where they found House in his recliner and Wilson sitting in House’s desk chair next to him.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” House asked, eyeing the three of them.

They were all silent for a few beats before Cameron exclaimed, “You’re pregnant!”

“What? No. I hadn’t noticed. Though now that I think about it, it does explain the six weeks of vomiting every morning, way I’m tired all the time, and why my jeans stopped fitting.” House said sarcastically.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Chase asked.

“I knew you’d figure it out eventually.”

#housethemd writes #idk why i wrote this tbh #a/b/o house md #omega greg house #alpha james wilson #house md #james wilson #hate crimes md #greg house #hilson #dr house #dr wilson #wilson x house #house/wilson #gregory house #house md fanfiction #hilson fanfiction #robert chase #allison cameron #eric foreman

[erikahammerschmidt]

So here's a my hot take about "social anxiety," and "being afraid to ask others for help."

After years and years of personal growth, I still get people treating my "aversion to asking for things" as some internal problem with my brain.

But let me tell you one thing.

You might be able to conquer any nagging sense that you "don't deserve" help from others. Then you might go on to vanquish any exaggerated idea of how much harm or trouble or inconvenience your request would cause someone else. And after that, you could totally wipe out any excess of anxiety about how angry someone else might be at you for asking.

But all this WILL NOT CHANGE the fact that:

Other people have lives of their own

Your requests usually are not (and should not be!) another person's first priority

People cannot be expected to have perfect memories and keep your request in their minds all the time

And therefore, if you have any ability to do a thing for yourself-- even something far outside both your skillset and your responsibilities-- even if it's very difficult to do on your own-- it's still very often MUCH EASIER than trying to get another person to do it for you.

Example:

I mention a project I want to do. I think I can do it with just a saw and hammer and nails that I already have. But my roommate, who has more woodworking equipment and more experience than me, says he'll help.

I say thanks, and ask him when. He says "well, I can't today, maybe Saturday?" So I wait til Saturday. At which point he's forgotten and planned something else, so he can't that day. Is Wednesday afternoon okay?

Sure (I put notes all over the apartment to make sure he doesn't forget this time). And he doesn't forget-- but he has to cancel anyway because the dog unexpectedly has to go to the vet that day. We reschedule for Friday. We get started on the project… at which point he suddenly concludes that we actually need a part that we don't have right now, and he'll have to buy it. That'll take a few days at least, so we have to reschedule again.

And now his schedule's busier than he thought, and he doesn't know when's the next time he'll be available. He says he'll let me know when. But weeks and weeks go by, and he doesn't. If I remind him, either he'll reassure me that he promised to tell me if he has any free time, and he's still gonna let me know when, I just have to be patient… OR he'll apologize for forgetting, and reassure me that he'll remember to tell me NEXT time he has a free afternoon.

Maybe a couple times he does message me, with less than an hour to spare, to give me a heads up that he's free now. But of course, on such short notice, I myself can't always arrange to be free-- and if he does this enough times and gets a "no" from me each time, he'll start feeling it's no longer worth trying and he'll stop.

At this point, my entire self wishes that I'd just done the project on my own, with my own inferior skills and whatever equipment I could scrounge up myself. It wouldn't be as good, maybe. But even if I had to try a few times to make it passably okay, then at least I would have learned something-- and in any case, it would be DONE now. I wouldn't be sitting here waiting, dependent on someone who does not have my project anywhere NEAR the top of his priorities.

Same goes for asking for something back that someone's borrowed from me. (Assuming my time is worth minimum wage, it's usually cheaper just to buy a new one.)

Same goes for asking my boss for an accommodation that would really help but I can sorta get by without. (I've seen coworkers having to remind management repeatedly about accommodations they get. It's almost a whole second job.)

Same goes for the colored pencils I just ordered while staying at my mom's house, upon which she reminded me that I really should have asked her first, because there are "tons" of art supplies in the house already. (Sure-- but how soon can you be available to look for them? And once looking, how quickly could you find them? And if they aren't quite what I was looking for, but you "feel certain" that the thing I was looking for "is also around here somewhere," then how many days should I give you to remember where it is? And how many times during those days should I check in with you, just to see if you actually still remember my request and are actually still trying to find it?)

In my experience, more often than not, asking another person for something (no matter how well-meaning they are) will put them in a position of oblivious, incompetently wielded power over me, long before they even begin to grant my request.

And in my experience, more often than not, that is a fate to be avoided if at all possible-- by any means-- up to and including doing things for myself that I "shouldn't have to do."

And no amount of therapy and self-help on my own brain is gonna change that.

#autism #social anxiety #problems with people #psychology #actually autistic #actually socially anxious #emotional labor #social interaction #social rules #neurotypicals #neurodivergence

[maggie-004]

(Un-) Lucky coincidence – 5

Jenna Ortega x Fem reader

Summary: Y/n auditions for a role in the movie and lands the part as Friday Addams, while also being hired as a set nurse. Later, Jenna asks y/n to show her some DJing, and they spend time together, bonding over music and celebrating y/n's live stream on Twitch.

Words: 1082

“Okay Jenna, when should we record the casting scene?” I asked her, still in shock that I’m even given the opportunity. “Well how about now? Do you have a printer, so I could just print two or three pages from the script”. “Oh now? Amazing. Yeah sure come on I’ll show you. Should I set up my camera in my studio while you print the pages?” I asked Jenna in high spirits. “Sure that’ll be amazing” she just giggled at me. I showed her the printer, which is also in my Studio. I turned my camera away from my DJing stuff against a white wall, I turned on my key lights and waited patiently for Jenna to come back to me. When she showed me the first two pages from the script we sat down and did a so called chemistry read, at least that’s what Jenna told me, that’s how it’s called. My role or, my maybe future role is Wednesday’s fraternal twin sister, Friday Addams. I tried to memorize my lines for about 10 minutes, when Jenna asked me if I need more time or if I’m ready. “I guess I’m ready, I’m not really sure but I guess that’s normal. Let’s give it a try.” We did the scene where Wednesday finds Pugsley in the locker. Jenna did Pugsley’s lines as well.

Wednesday and Friday are very similar to each other, both spoke in their emotionless and monotone voice.

W: Pugsley

 F: We want Names.

He whimpered

P: I don’t know who they were… honest.

W: Pull yourself together

He’s still whimpering

F: Now!

When Wednesday touched him, her head jerks back and her eyes are wide open.

P: is she okay?

F: Yes do not worry about her.

Friday continues to untie him.

Wednesday snaps back, her fringe is a mess and she’s breathing a little heavier than normal.

W:I’m not about to confess to my brother that I’ve recently been plagued by visions. They come on without warning, and feel like electroshock therapy, but without the satisfying afterburn.

F: leave this to us

P: But, what are you going to do?

W: what we do best.

They both left him on the floor.

“Woah, that was amazing.” Jenna smiled at me and gave me a big hug. I did in fact had butterflies in my stomach. Her hugs feel so warm and I don’t know, I just love them. “You really think so?” I asked a little concerned while we pulled apart. “Yeah I do that was perfect, a one take, doesn’t happen too often.” Jenna smiled at me. We watched it on my laptop together, I nearly couldn’t watch myself, but Jenna did so good. Funny thing is that she said the exact same thing about herself. Jenna wrote an E-mail to Tim with the video. Iwas so nervous but within 10 minutes we had our answer. `My dearest Friday, welcome to the set of Wednesday´. OH MY GOD “No way, I have the Job… well the Jobs. Oh my god Jenna, thank you so much oh my god, my dream comes true” I nearly screamed in excitement. I jumped up and down like a little child. Jenna grabbed my hands and Jumped with me. She was as happy as me. “I am sooo proud of you. You really did amazing, you’re a natural. I can’t wait to work with you. Oh my god that’s so amazing”

Jenna and I jumped a little more around until we were exhausted by that. We than went out to the balcony, in that time the sun had began to set. It really was beautiful, we smoked two cigarettes and just talked, mostly some random Bullshit. I know it sounds really cliché, but it feels like I had known Jenna my whole life. “Y/n, can you show me a little bit about DJing please.” She asked with puppy eyes, as if I’d say no. “Of course, let’s go into my studio. I will go live on twitch later anyways if you want you can watch me, but first I’ll show you a few things”, “Oh I’d love too, are you going live with Toni?” she asked me, when we were on our way into my studio. “No just me today, Toni is in Paris, there is the twitch con. I couldn’t go because I have to work tomorrow. Luckily I didn’t go, then all this wouldn’t have happened.”, “Yeah thank god you didn’t go” she smiled

So I showed Jenna what all the buttons are for, and showed her a mix from Fisher Loosing it and daft punk One more time. She was fascinated. I let her try, let’s just say It took more than one try but still amazing. She had a lot of fun, and I let her have her moment, until it was 8:15 p.m.  “Okay Jenna, I have to get ready for my live now.” I said while putting on my black hoody and my black face Mask. “okay, I’m actually excited to see you live in action” she laughed.

I started twitch on my Computer, and got into the frame with my microphone. “Hey guys, welcome back, Before I start, I have to announce that the live won’t be as long as usual, maybe an hour and a half top. I have to get up tomorrow for work, But enjoy.” I put my microphone aside and started with the exact same thing I showed Jenna earlier, she was really vibing to it and I looked behind the camera and just smiled. My chat said `ohh someone’s there`, ´looks like someone’s in love` and stuff like that. I turned red but Jenna can’t see my chat so it’s not too embarrassing. I really was live the Full hour and a half, I had too much fun to leave earlier. Around 200-400k people watched, I felt a little guilty to end my live so `soon`, but I wanna spent some time with Jenna before  I go to sleep. “All right guys, sorry for the rather short live, but as said in the beginning, I have to get up pretty early tomorrow, I’ll walk out of the frame and leave you guys alone with TOTO- Africa, Bye guys.” I did as said and ended the live after the song was done. I quickly gut rid of my hoodie and the mask, because it’s way too hot.

“So what do you think?” I asked Jenna with a big smile.

A/N: FYI English isn’t my first language plus this isn’t proof read, sorry for any mistakes, still hope you like it. :)

#jenna ortega #actors #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #the fallout #wednesday

[starrgaziinggg]

BEGIN AGAIN | hwang hyunjin

CHAPTER FIVE

Hwang Hyunjin messes with your head, unknowingly, for over a month. Until you can't take it anymore.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Growing up with Chris Bang as your best friend had it's perks - a permanent bodyguard, a shoulder to cry on... and seven other boys who also became your best friends as you grew up together.

Week in, week out, your routine stayed the same. Study, go to class and patiently wait to attend your regular Friday evening home cooked meal with your friends. You just couldn't wait to graduate and start working, to rid yourself of exams and finally start earning some proper money like the boys.

Desperate to put some light back into your mundane, studious life, Chris forces you to start blind dating. Two miserable dates down and ready to murder the man, someone completely unexpected appears and makes a mess of your orderly life.

And a mess he does make.

|fake dating|friends to lovers|slow burn|non idol au|

chapter five

Dinner this Friday night was at Felix's apartment. He normally cooked really yummy food, and you especially looked forward to his signature brownies, his speciality. He made them every time you had dinner at his, often trying out different variations.

Everyone arrived at Felix's apartment at a relatively similar time. His apartment wasn't huge but it was much bigger than yours, and he had decorated in a cosy minimalistic way. He always had candles burning so it even smelled cosy.

You were wearing a pair of white joggers, a white top and a pink cardigan, opting for comfort since you knew Felix would probably put on a movie for you all to watch after dinner. He loved the movie tradition, so still tried to keep it up when he could.

The other boys were dressed similarly, bar Hyunjin who was wearing loose fitting black trousers and a blue jumper, dressed smartly as usual. His black hair was down and straight again, and you'd noticed he had cut it slightly shorter, it looking more like a mullet than his signature long hair. In addition to Hyunjin, Minho had also changed his hair. He now has it a bright shade of purple.

"Hey, Violet. You're turning violet," Seungmin mocked when he saw him, quoting a line from Charlie and the chocolate factory in English. Minho probably didn't even understand, but stuck his tongue out anyway.

"I really like it. It suits you well," you said, ruffling his hair as you sat in your chair. "What caused the change?"

"Changbin said I was looking boring, so I thought I'd change my hair colour. Then Jisung and I played Rock Paper Scissors. If he won, it was purple and if I won, it was silver."

"I can take a wild guess at who won," Jeongin laughed, taking the seat beside you.

"I said you looked boring because you were playing sudoku, not because your physical appearance was boring," Changbin said with a smirk.

"Oh."

The look on Minho's face was priceless, and sent you all into fits of hysterics. He'd basically dyed his hair for no reason.

"Oh well, doesn't matter since it looks good," Jisung's said, catching his breath. At that moment Felix walked into the dining room with two trays of food and a huge smile on his face. It looked and smelled delicious, and you all starting eating straight away, falling into natural conversation as usual.

"I hope you all like it. I tried something different so I just followed the recipe, so if you don't like it I can make something else," Felix said as he started filling everyone's glasses.

"It tastes great, Lix," you said. Felix loved experimenting with different types of food and nine times out of ten it worked out well.

"So, Changbin, how's Myeong doing these days," Chan asked. Changbin instantly had a smile on his face from the mention of his girlfriend.

"She's good. We stayed in that new hotel that just got finished the other day - it's incredible. Fully recommend."

"We've not seen her in a while," Seungmin says to him with a cheeky grin. "Why are you hiding us from her."

"Because you are all so annoying and I won't subject her to the torture of spending time with you all," Changbin shot back, smirking at Seungmin and continuing to eat his food.

"Talking about dating," Jisung says, directing his question to you. "How was your date the other day?"

"Oh shit, here we go," Felix rolled his eyes with a laugh. You'd been continuously texting him about how dreadful your week had been, so he knew all about your disastrous dates.

"Absolutely fucking awful. He was probably one of the most ill mannered, dull men I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. I may as well have gone on a date with a rock. In fact, that would be discrediting the rock," you started, dramatising your experience.

"Oh now she's not going to shut up. I've had the brunt of it all week," Chan laughs with a shake of his head.

"No wonder! I swear you're finding these freaks on the street and paying them money to take me on the worst dates they can muster. Honestly, I think that Chimpanzee Steve was a better date than these buffoons," you laughed.

"Oh my god, remember him? He was the sweatiest boy I'd ever met," Jeongin laughed, reminding you of the guy you had dated for a couple months when you were younger. He had so much hair, and sweated from being constantly nervous around you that the nickname Jisung created for him stuck.

"I don't remember this guy," Hyunjin said.

"I think it was before your time, if I'm remembering correctly," you say to him and he gives you a small smile.

Everyone had finished eating by this point, so you and Jeongin began collecting plates and tidying up as the rest of the boys headed through to the living room. You don't know how your tradition of doing the dishes with Jeongin started, but you vaguely remembered losing a bet a long time ago and this being the result. You didn't mind it though, since it gave you time to talk to your friend.

"When's your next date?" He asked you as you were doing the dishes.

"Tomorrow. I've told Chris if it doesn't go well then I'm done with blind dating but he's insisting I keep seeing people until I find someone I'm interested in, it's infuriating."

"Why don't you just not go? Chan can't exactly force you to date," he said, making an extremely good point. You could really easily just not show up to these dates, but that would leave someone sitting waiting for you to show up and that would be unfair.

"What else would I be doing on a Saturday night? It makes Chan happy to see me going out. He told me he was worried about how stressed I was getting with my exams and everything, so I feel like I'm keeping him sane by following along with it," you explain.

Jeongin nods in understand, his adorable dark curls bouncing as he does so. He was wearing his glasses today, with a blue hoodie and grey joggers. You had no idea why Jeongin didn't date more, he had the looks and personality to.

"Enough about me, how's your love life at the moment?"

"Other than nonexistent, it's great," he replied with a grin. You rolled your eyes. "I'm just settling into this new job. I want to feel stable and secure before I even think about starting to date. I'm only twenty two, anyway. It's not as if I'm desperate for a girlfriend."

"Fair enough. It's my birthday soon, we can go out and I'll fix you up a woman," you said cheekily and he swatted you with a dishcloth.

"Shut up, I don't need a woman. You're enough for me right now, though I may not call you a woman... maybe a pig, or a donkey."

"Oh you're getting it, you little shit," you almost screamed, soaking the dish towel in the dirty water in the sink as you started chasing the younger boy around for being so cheeky to his elder.

"Okay! Okay, sorry noona! You know I love you!" He laughed. You both finished doing the dishes relatively peacefully and joined the boys in the living room.

"We've chosen a movie!" Jisung said excitedly. The boys looked adorable, cosy on the sofa with blankets and cushions. Felix, Jisung and Changbin were on one sofa, the beanbags were taken by Chan and Minho and Hyunjin was on the other sofa. Jeongin sat next to Hyunjin and you sat beside Jeongin, pulling a blanket up over your shoulders.

"Oh god, here comes Howl's Moving Castle for the millionth time," Jeongin groaned.

"Nope, he's gone for something else for once," Minho said with a smirk. You watched the tv as Spirited Away started playing and you couldn't hold back a laugh. "Albeit another one we've all seen a million times, but different all the same."

So you all settled in. You couldn't hide the fact that you adored this movie - it was one you grew up watching and it held a soft spot in your heart. It made you think of your mum, who you missed dearly. She'd decided to move back to Australia, where she had spent her teenage years growing up. That's how she met Chan's mum, who then all moved to Korea to raise their children. You were an only child, but growing up with Chan and his siblings made you feel as though you weren't. You hadn't seen her since your twenty first birthday, and you couldn't wait until you had money to spare to go to Australia to see her again.

Around halfway through the movie Felix's brownies were finished cooking, so it was paused so he could get them. Hyunjin went to help, and when he returned he sat on the other side of the sofa so he was beside you rather than Jeongin. You didn't think much of it and started paying attention to the movie as it was played again.

"These brownies are probably your best yet, Lix," you said. "What's in them?"

"White chocolate and raspberry. Weird combo for brownies but I think it works," he replied before Minho shushed you both. You rolled your eyes and finished your brownie, snuggling back into the sofa and continuing to watch the movie.

Beside you, Hyunjin passed round the tub of brownies again. When you asked for another, he passed it to you and you had no idea whether it was your imagination, but you felt his fingers linger on yours for a split second longer than normal. He looked at you with a smile and those big brown eyes and you thanked him politely.

You didn't know what was going on with him recently, but you could feel there was something off with you two. He was never normally this nice to you, often opting for bickering instead. It was starting to freak you out.

You didn't think about it much though, because you felt your eyes getting heavy. It was a long movie, and the cosy peaceful atmosphere that had settled amongst you all was tiring you out. It felt nice to not have clanking and banging in your ear constantly.

You finished your brownie and felt your head slowly falling, struggling to stay awake. It happened a couple times, your head slowly falling forward until you catch yourself. You're almost fully asleep when you feel someone placing your head to the side to steady it, and you stay there, sleeping peacefully.

You wake up the next morning to Felix, staring at you right in the face. You almost jump out your skin, absolutely petrified.

"What the fuck, Lix? What time is it?" You ask, startled. It was bright outside, and the last thing you remembered was watching the movie with the boys.

"Half nine. You're still at mine, by the way," he giggled. "You fell asleep during the movie and when everyone left you were still out for the count. We were gonna wake you up but Hyunjin said to just let you sleep since you probably wouldn't get any if you went back to your own apartment."

"Oh god, sorry Lix. I didn't mean to crash here, I was clearly just so fucking tired."

He waved his hand as if to say 'it's no problem'.

"Do you want some pancakes or something? I'm starving," he said, helping you up off the sofa as you wander into the kitchen.

You only nod and smile, happy with having a full night of sleep and knowing your friends care about you more than anyone else does.

CHAPTER SIX HERE!

[strawberry-mars-world]

I promised...

(PARK SEONGHWA)

~ Genre: Angst/Sad story. Open end

Warning ☢️: Mention of sensitive topics. Employment as an escort (treated with respect). Confusing ending.

~ Pairing: Seonghwa x Reader (fem).

Word Count: 664~ /short one shot/

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I was with this guy from every Friday again, although he is the only client I can't complain about since he is not demanding or rude to me, he just asks me to stand there silently like a trophy or a mannequin and pretend that I enjoy his company...being in this situation I can't help but notice how different everything was with him but I know it won't happen again...not for now, I just have to be patient...

"You know you're my favorite, you're not loud or annoying like all those bitches, that's why I always choose you as my companion" - Said the guy finishing paying the bill in that bar, while keeping his hands fixed on my waist as if was one more of his belongings-

The thing is...I was so silent because I was always lost in my thoughts, I couldn't even feel anything, I had no more emotions to show, nothing could upset or bother me at that point and that for him was perfect, he had his perfect little doll at his side. a side to show off which did not ask for anything or complain about anything and I received a good payment and a generous bonus.

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The next day my favorite day had finally arrived, the one I was looking forward to so much, I hadn't slept at all as always, but I still had to go back to work, I needed to make an effort and earn the remaining money, so I would still go, I got up and had breakfast something and around noon, I went out as always, I put on my scarf since we were in winter time and I went to the usual flower shop, today like every Saturday for 6 months I was going to visit him and of course bring him his flowers favorites, I knew they would make him happy and it was the only thing I wanted in the world... for him to be happy.

When I arrived I opened the door heading towards him, as always the image I found was that of his smile, that beautiful smile that I have always loved, that brightens my day and illuminates my existence, I looked at him returning the smile he gave me and I began to speak ....

"Hello, I missed seeing you, you don't know how much I wait every week for Saturday to come so I can come, I brought you your favorite flowers, this time I won't be able to stay long, my day will be very busy, more than usual and I have to go back to Home, I have to go to work" -I looked at him trying to keep my smile while he continued talking-

He still had that smile on his beautiful face, not responding to any of my words, I didn't expect him to do it anyway....I knew he wouldn't...

"Well, I...I have to go but I'll be back next Saturday, okay?" -I couldn't keep my fake smile any longer and my tears began to flow like a waterfall- "I can't take this anymore...I miss you too much, you have no idea how much I need you...but it's okay, okay, okay. We just have to wait a couple more months, I will raise the necessary money and then I will be free, I will be reunited with you and we will be together forever, I...I promised."

I bent down, leaving the flowers on his grave, I looked up at the photograph where he was smiling as he used to do all the time.

"I love you~" -I said as I kissed the photograph and wiped away my tears and then turned around and continued on my way-

~We will meet in heaven, where we will be together forever as we promised so many times.....~

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Hello, this is my first time uploading a one shot here, I originally wrote them in another app but they didn't have many views, I hope you like them and I would love for you to leave me your opinions ❤️

#ateez #ateez seonghwa #park seonghwa #seongwha #seonghwa fanfic

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I’m allowing myself to indulge in a few spoiler gifsets of the last episode of The Eclipse before I watch it tonight, and oooooomgggggg I can’t WAAAAIIIITTTTTTT. CAN’T. WAIT.!.!.!.

To wile away the time before the kids are in bed, I’ll take quick note of a new/old dorama I’ve picked up, another one in the Machida Keita rabbithole:

So I complained a bit during my Three Star Bar review that I think some of Machida’s projects are underutilizing his acting ability (and it looks like there are some serious duds on the list, like a show about him switching identities with his grandmother??), which is unfortunate, because if the gateway to his work, as it was for me, was Cherry Magic, then we were seriously spoiled with a rock solid and wide-ranging performance. I wonder if there’s analysis out there about BL projects being ones that really push actors to move beyond their usual range limits -- I certainly feel that way about Takeda Kouhei in Old Fashion Cupcake now that I’m seeing him in a much more limited role in Banshaku no Ryuugi, and I know he was with our darling Akaso Eiji in a Kamen Rider series. I probably need to watch more BL projects to make that judgement overall, but I’ll just make the assumption for now that BL pushes otherwise pigeonholed actors to dive into material that’s well outside their usual range (with a probable exception being Kinou Nani Tabeta, with Nishijima Hidetoshi and Uchino Seiyou being ridiculously talented in anything they do).

Okay, so anyway, with this dang rabbithole, I’m plodding through Super Rich, and I watched Three Star Bar, and I indulgently (shower scenes) and patiently (fake crying) got through Teppachi!, and these shows are fine, but certainly not showcases for any sort of boundary-pushing creativity. The material is either steady or light, and the acting required is relatively pedestrian. (Although Akaso Eiji does make Super Rich watchable, the plot is just pretty slow and unexciting.)

In other words, if Machida is pigeonholed into a straight-guy-in-a-straight-role situation, you’re just not gonna see much by way of his real ability to act rangefully (allow me this word, ha).

So recently, my Tumblr dash highlighted a post from the “Based off the tags you follow!” algorithm (why the exclamation point, Tumblr?), and it was a very short review of a 2018 NHK show called “Life as a Girl,” which stars Shison Jun as an utterly fabulous transgender woman named Ogawa Miki, and Machida as her former high school classmate, who ends up living with Miki while he gets out of debt. And the review piqued my interest because it basically said, WATCH THIS, and Machida plays a himbo, and well, THAT’S gonna get me curious, because what the hell does that mean?

And this is SUCH. A. GOOD. SHOW. A SERIOUSLY GOOD SHOW. 

I’m only on episode two, and there are only four episodes, which I already know is a damn shame, but sometimes NHK does this thing where they get CRAZY creative for a really short series. And surprisingly, for a show that has a transgender main character, NHK aired this on Friday nights at 10 pm, which is not the usual midnight slot that other Japanese channels give to shows of boundary-pushing material. The episodes are 45 minutes each, allowing the plot and characters to really wind their way through complicated scenarios, like group blind dates and realizations about insecurity.

I’ll do a bigger review once I finish this, but essentially, NHK and the writers of this show do not allow any making fun of Miki, except when certain men ask her if she’s “cut her thing off,” which allows for a touch of a comedic element about gender-based issues that’s then almost immediately batted down by Miki, who loudly retorts about how rude those kinds of comments are. I honestly would have expected NHK to have demanded a more comedic approach to this material, but it is treated utterly seriously and with compassion.

So, Machida, himbo? More than that (although yes, there are himbo elements). First off -- he plays a comedic character, acting essentially as a foil to Miki’s serious commitment to her life decision to live as a woman. In essence, his comedy is rooted in how Miki sees cishet men as generally ridiculous. She has not had any surgery yet, and has been living as a woman for a number of years by the time we meet her.

When Machida’s character, Goto, meets her, he’s in need of a place to stay, and is unsurprisingly surprised to see his formerly male classmate as a woman. He’s a bumbling guy, having gone into debt after an ex-girlfriend dumped him. 

As the comedic foil, Machida is PERFECT -- hilarious, well-timed, goofy, physically engaged. But, he also shows that glimmer of deep compassion, concern, and attention that we saw subsequently in abundance in Cherry Magic, with his Goto paying attention to the fact that Miki is actually suffering from extreme loneliness in contemplating her life as a lesbian who wants to find a partner who is okay with her current state of transition. And in Kobe, where the show is set, that arrangement is complicated to find. 

This has gotten way longer than I expected, so I promise I’ll do a full review once I finish this short series (after The Eclipse and the latest episode of Silent), but once again, Tumblr was right, and I’m glad I went on this side road of the Machida rabbithole to find this show. (And then I’ll get back to Super Rich, gosh darn it, I WILL finish that show.) Life as a Girl makes me LOVE NHK, because while TV Tokyo really owns the boundary-pushing edgy corner of Japanese television (KNT, CM, etc.), NHK invests and muscles it way in at times, and I’m thrilled that NHK supported this material as Japan’s biggest broadcaster. (ALSO: I don’t think I’ve seen Shison Jun in any doramas yet, but holy shit, HIS performance kills. So much more to say about this once I finish the series!)

#joshi teki seikatsu #joshiteki seikatsu #machida keita #shison jun #life as a girl