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behidethetrees · 8 months

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HOLD MY HEART, ITS BEATING FOR YOU ANYWAY.

IN WHICH… You’re ethans dream girl!

Pairing: Ethan landry x Fem! Reader

Contents: non-gf! Ethan, Reader is bffs with Tara and Anika <3, Chad is definitely Ethan’s biggest hypeman, This is set in the 2000s!!

THIS IS A REUPLOAD!!! my blog got deleted so I have to re-upload all my fics :( but nonetheless enjoy!!

HIGH SCHOOL JUNIOR YEAR 2005 ;

Ethan has had his eye on you for a while.

Since junior year of high school when you asked him for the algebra notes, he's been completely infatuated with you. He had daydreamed about you and everything he would do for you once you became his.

He was so sure you two would tie the knot soon that he started to plan your future together. He dreamed about having a big house with two cats, a good-paying job so he can spoil you, maybe even kids. But he couldn't have any of that if he hadn't talked to you yet.

he decided to take matters into his own hands, He was going to talk to you. He thought of all the different ways he would approach you But every time he tried, Once he got close enough to you, he would always back down because of how nervous you made him.

Ethan felt as if you were getting farther from him Until one day when you asked for the notes again…

"I- uhm, can tutor you if you want." Ethan blurts out

"tutor me? You think I'm stupid?" you said in that sickly sweet voice of yours which, at that moment, didn't feel all too sweet.

"NO!, oh God uhm-no that's not what I meant. I'm so sorry I didn't mean it like that, It's just uh we have a test soon so I didn't know if-" Ethan started to ramble. He had fantasized about you for too long to let you slip away. He wasn't going to let it happen.

"I'm just fucking with you, here's my number." you laugh as you tear a piece of paper from your notebook and grab Ethan's pen from his hand.

Ethan was sure he was seeing hearts around his vision. Ethan had made YOU laugh, Ethan's heart was pumping out of his chest. As you handed him the paper, smiled, and thanked him he had to force himself not to kiss you right then and there.

Every tutor session ended with you two just talking and getting to know each other. Ethan studied you. he memorized what you liked, didn't like, your favorite foods, the shows you liked, everything you told him he would remember.

As you two became closer, Ethan became more and more devoted to you. You two went shopping? He’d carry your bags. Out for food? He’d pay. Simply walking towards a door? He’d hold the door open for you. You had started to consider Ethan a best friend and that made Ethan's stomach hurt with excitement.

When you introduced Ethan to the group, of course, Chad took a quick liking in him, So much so they're now roommates at Blackmore. Ethan would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous of Chad at first. How close you guys were, how comfortable, How much trust you put in him, Everybody loved Chad and his personality, Chad had a higher chance of being with you than Him Ethan thought, and something about that made Ethan's jaw clench harder every time, But he would never admit this.

BLACKMORE UNIVERSITY, SOPHMORE YEAR 2008;

When you got that text from Ethan, Tara grabbed your pink flip phone and freaked out.

“Oh my god! y/n you HAVE to accept this!” Tara yelled as she grabbed your shoulders and shook you.

“Why this restaurant though? Why does he want to go that far out for food?” You said with too much obliviousness that it hurt everyone in the room.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Anika started “ He likes you! He's taking you to a fancy dinner to tell you, There's no other reason why he would want you to go that far out for a hamburger!”

“I don't think he does though, I think he likes that girl in our econ class” You said, The thought of that makes your heart hurt. You had liked ethan for awhile, He was so kind and attentive, If you asked him for help, He would be there in a heartbeat. He treated you with so much respect and gentleness you knew no one else could give you like he did.

“Jill? Are you kidding? You're so blind.” Tara says “Well he looks at her sometimes-” You start getting defensive.

“She sits in front of him Y/N. I promise you he doesn't like her, if he does he's an idiot!” Tara yells.

Anika agrees with a loud yeah!

“Whatever but I still don't think he likes me, we're just friends.” In your gut, you knew that was a lie but you kept telling yourself it wasn't.

“He has heart eyes every time he looks at you y/n. He's definitely in love with you.” Anika said, Tara laughs.

The whole afternoon Tara and Anika helped you get ready and pick out what to wear. You all decided on a y/f/c colored dress with some dark shoes. Tara straighten your hair and Anika did your nails and picked out your perfume.

“He's gonna be more in love with you than he already is!” Tara says, You laugh as Tara and Anika hug you.

Ethan was sitting in the booth of a fancy restaurant that was quite the drive from Blackmore. Chad had finally convinced Ethan to ask you out and when you agreed, Chad's plan was finally in motion. Ethan smelled like Chad's cologne and was dressed in expensive clothes Chad had brought him, a baby blue collared shirt with grey dress pants. Ethan's curls were somehow curlier and out of his face, he looked like a ‘million bucks’ according to Chad.

As you walk in you noticed a group of three sitting to the left of the entrance, All dressed in black, sunglasses, and their hair covering their faces, One of them looked like Anika, You almost laughed. What you didn't notice was Ethan's eyes going wide as he saw you walk in. How his blood started rushing and his heart was about to explode.

“Hey y/n!’ Ethan awkwardly gets up from his seat, He puts his hands on your waist to pull you into a hug.

“Hey Ethan.” you say as you lean into his touch, placing your arms around his neck. It was a short but an effective hug. You too, were now nervous.

As Ethan lets go, You exhale a breath you didn't know you were holding.

You sat across from Ethan and looked at the menu, but Ethan didn't. Ethan was looking at you. Admiring you. How focused you were, how your eyebrows moved up a bit if you saw something that looked good, how you played with your silver ring, taking it off and putting it back on your finger.

“ I think I want to try this, Ethan are you looking?” you ask as you move the menu to show Ethan, “ Are you okay?” You noticed Ethan was just staring down.

“I uhm, need to tell you something.” Ethan says softly. Was he really about to do this?

“Oh okay” Ethan saw you fidget with your ring again, He knew you were just as nervous as he was.

Ethan looked down at his hand to remember what to say- oh crap, Ethan's black ink was smudged from washing his hands. Ethan cursed himself in his head for being so dumb. Ethan breathed in deeply, trying not to panic. What was he supposed to say now?

Ethan picked up his head but avoided making eye contact with you, But you on the other hand were looking right into his hazel eyes that still somehow shined even in the dimed lights.

“I don't know if this is weird because we're friends and I don't want to make you uncomfortable,” Ethan starts, He knew this wasn't the best way to start but he didn't know what else to say. “If you don't feel the same that's okay, And if you don't want to be friends after this thats fine too-” Ethan is stalling.

“Ethan what are you saying?” You knew what was coming but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Its nothing bad! I just uhm, like you.” Ethan mumbles while scratching his face.

“What?” You heard him, You just wanted him to say it again.

“ I like you y/n, I've liked you for so long it's making me crazy.” Ethan's mouth begins to move faster than his brain. “ I've loved you ever since I've known you and- and I've tried to show you, The best days of my life revolve around you, it's always been you.” Ethan doesn't notice that you get up and start to walk to his side of the booth.

“ I’d do anything you want, I already do everything you want and I'm sorry if this is weird but your all I want-” You grab Ethan's hand from his lap as you sit next to him, Now he notices.

“Ethan how could i not like you? Youre like, the best person ive ever met.” You make sure he looks you in your eyes so he knows you really mean it.

“ You have so much kindness and patience and i admire that so much, You make me feel loved.” You say as you lean in to kiss him. Ethan was caught off guard but slowly he grabs your hips as you place your hand on the side of his arm. It was a long passionate kiss filled with years of yearning and love for each other.

As you began to pull away you see the same 3 weird people from the other table in front of you.

“Tara?!” It was Tara, Anika, and Chad dressed up, Anika Was recording.

“Is it official?” Tara asks with excitement. You and Ethan looked at each other before smiling and turning to the others and nodding.

Immediately Tara grabs you out of the booth and hugs you so tight you felt like you couldn't breathe, Anika also joining in. Chad and Ethan do their handshake they’ve practice for over a year, this time they perfected it.

“Dinner is on me!” Chad yells.

A/N; Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed!

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myluvrrhea · 2 months

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Hello i was asking if you could do Platonic Judgement day x fem reader?

When reader is a lot younger than the rest of them and they have a family bond like siblings or parental views and she is new talent and with all that comes some fame and when out (wherever you like) Reader gets attention from an old man as she walks to the toilets alone? Its okay if you dont want to xx

Silhouette - Pastel Ghost

parings - Platonic!The Judgment Day x Wrestler! Reader - Kinda Rhea x Reader in a way

Warnings - Angst , implications of Feeling lightheaded , weird old man , R! getting knocked into a wall , reader passes out, thats all tell me if I missed some!!

please do not read this if you have suffered trauma from any of these things!!

Word Count - 0.5k

You and The Judgment Day had grown closer as you began wrestler. Damian and Rhea , training you and teaching you new moves that hadnt yet been introduced to you. And although you were a couple years younger than the youngest member of, which was Dominik, you all had a family/sibling dynamic.

You had started yiur wresting career at the 2019 royal rumble , being competiter #15. Although not many people knew you at the time , your career had grown throughout the years. And with the help of The Judgment Day, a fandom grew lager and larger until eventually you got your title shot.

It was you versus becky lynch for the smackdown women’s championship. You had fought hard and long to get the title shot as none of the other wrestlers made it easier for you. Becky didnt go easy on you either. But image the suprise when you had pinned her, making you the new smack down women’s champion.

Your rise also grew more in 2023. At first not many paid attention to you as far as visuals and talent. But soon enough people started noticing the talent you had not only for promos , but in the ring. This made you a fan favorite around the world. Soon your merch was selling out. You started meeting many fans around the world as you Traveled, and people started recognizing you more and more as time went on. You felt like you were on top of earth. This was your dream after all.

Right now , you were getting ready to go out to a restaurant with The Judgment Day. After all , they are your best friends. You heard the doorbell ring , as you put on the last piece of jewelry for your outfit. You quickly headed downstairs , grabbing your phone and keys as you unlocked the door, met with Dominik , standing outside the door waiting for you. You quickly gave him a hug as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Hey , you ready?” He asked

“Yup let’s go,” you replied with a smile.

You opened the door of the truck as you were met with the faces of the 3 wrestlers.

“Hi guys!” You smiled at them.

They all responded with a “hi” as they all gave you separate hugs. Which was hard due to being in the car , but you made it work. Finn drove as you, Dominik and Damian , and Rhea played game pigeon together in the group chat.

When you guys arrived at the restaurant, the wait hadn’t been long , as a couple minutes of waiting, a waiter had seat you guys at a booth nearby. As you all sat down , a waited came by , introducing themselves and taking our drink orders. After a couple minutes of waiting , the waited came back with drinks on a trey. We decided on what to order as the waiter took our order.

After ordering , I decided to go wash my hands in the bathroom. As I walked to the bathroom , you didn’t notice a man following nearby. And when you did you hadn’t thought much about it. Maybe he had to go to the bathroom too , you thought. But your thoughts were rushed away when he had followed you into the girls bathroom. Which didn’t go unnoticed by Rhea , as she sat at a good enough view of the bathroom , that she could see the man getting into the bathroom.

Before you could turn around to see the man, he spoke first.

“Hey , im a big fan I was wondering if I could have an autograph, or maybe your number,” he spoke

You turned to look at the man and realized he was old. I mean he looked like he was in his 60s at-least.

“I can give you an autograph — but not my num-,” I was cut off when he slammed me into a wall. I felt the pain hit my back as I tried getting up , with no luck.

“Just give me your number its not that hard,” he yelled at you. You wished this could end , why was he doing this and how were you going to get out of this? You could stand , and he was towering over you.

You heard the mans scream as a loud thump echoed in the bathroom. You looked up , your hair mostly in your face as you saw the silhouette of someone. You moved your hair out of your face as you relished it was Rhea.

“Honey , are you alright,” She spoke. You could she was panicking just by the sound of her breathing.

“I-I cant get up..” you spoke. Still shocked by the events that had occurred in just an hour of being here. Rheas mind stopped for a moment. She wanted to kill this guy. But she knew you and your safety was more important.

“I want to leave Rhea … p-please,” You said again. You felt the tears pricking your eyes as your breathing got heavier. The atmosphere of the bathroom making you feel scared thinking about what took place.

Rhea car-fully picked you up , bridal style as she led you over to the boys. Once they got a view of you and Rhea, they had felt like it had been a punch to their heart. They stopped their conversation as they went to stand up , getting a better look at you.

“Lass what happened?” Finna spoke. He was getting more worried by the second and to be completely honest, so was the rest of the group.

Tried answering, but nothing could come out your mother but silent sobs. Rhea explained what happened, but about halfway though, you had already passed out in Rheas arms.

#rhea ripley x reader #damian priest x reader #dominik mysterio x reader #finn balor x reader #angst #the judgment day x reader #rhea ripley imagine #dominik mysterio imagine #finn balor imagine #damian priest imagine

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bringbacktim · 9 months

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Reaction video (deleted scenes)-jschlatt

This was meant as a celebration for me getting 500 likes ( which is crazy thank you guys sm) but it took me so long to write it that I've now reached 1000 and have to think of something really good ( and smutty ) for that

This is all the embarrassing moments that didn't make the cut for the first imagine , basically reaction video (from the vault)

Warnings:mention of sex tape, swearing, making out , innuendos, god knows what else

Not edited or proofread

Wc:3k words

After seeing the positive reaction their fans had towards the YouTube video y/n and her boyfriend Jschlatt posted, which was just them embarrassing themselves the entire video , they decided to make a part two after finding out the same channel had made another embarrassing moments compilation

"We're back again and ready to embarrass ourselves" y/n said introducing the video

"And out our sex lives" schlatt added knowing they need to stop acting so unprofessional in front of cameras

Embarrassing moment #1

The first one was captured via Charlie's Instagram story at some fancy restaurant ted had invited : schlatt , y/n , and charlie to while they were in LA filming

"Before we even got there we were scolded by Ted to not do anything inappropriate because it was a fancy restaurant , he even made us sit opposite each other" she laughed remembering how Ted was like a concerned parent

"I just want to say before this clip plays , I had no part in this" schlatt said trying to clear his name

This moment was less of a continuous clip and more of a few intagram stories that consisted of just silly photographs of the tiny portions of food or Ted and Charlie doing some stupid joke

There was nothing really out of the ordinary or inappropriate and Ted was thanking the God's above . It was probably due to the fact that Y/n was typing away on her phone and schlatt was deep in conversation, but he was thankful nonetheless

"You've retyped that message a hundred times , what can you not figure out what to say" he asked trying not to be nosy but just wanted to help her

"Anything I say just sounds too needy" she said hoping he didn't get the sexual aspect she was hinting at

"Are you seriously sexting right now"he said with a shake of his head and a sigh

"Would you rather me do it in person" she said as he made a face that said 'good call'

"You and schlatt are the nastiest people I know , how do you sound "too needy"" he said using quotation marks to prove his point

"I'm not even going to bother showing you because it'll end up somewhere online" she half joked as she finally figured out what she wanted to text schlatt as ted turned to talk to him

The text was simple but also got the point across, but it also got in the frame for Charlie's video for barely two seconds as he did a quick sweep of the table , however the fans were quick to spot the 'quickie in the bathroom?' text appear on his screen , but Schlatt was too deep in conversation to hear his phone ping

"Right now? You pigs" Charlie said after putting his phone down , this catching Jschlatt's attention

"What are you talking about man" he said used to having that insult towards him and his sexual antics , but he hadn't done anything

"You might want to check your phone" Charlie said as schlatt checked his phone stood up and said "uh I'll be back in like 10 minutes" checking his watch as he waited for his girlfriend to also stand up

"Can't take them anywhere" Ted laughed recording them giggling and walking away as a punishment

"That wasn't as bad as I remembered , I mean that is a pretty tame text" he said looking at his girlfriend for her agreement

"I can tell Its going to go downhill from here" she said playing the next clip

Embarrassing moment #2

"If you don't want to be that crazy then you'll do ATM-ing , where you take the dick and slide it between the buttcheeks until you come and that's not sex, but it's like an ATM card" Qtcinderella explained to the group

"Okay so you can slide the card but you can't insert the chip" schlatt replied half serious half laughing

"The smirk on your face is so evident , you smug bastard" y/n said turning to her boyfriend as he put his hands up in surrender " ATM-ing is not as fun as it sounds , I don't recommend"

"Care to elaborate on that" ted laughs turning his head to his left at lightning speed

"I felt like I was acting out sausage party" she replied cringing at the memory

"The thought is better than reality sad to say " Schlatt said getting closer to the microphone and basically whispering

Embarrasing moment #3

This one came from a stream he was doing and he found some beef jerky in the kitchen when he took a snack break, but it turned out to be disgusting

"I can't even apologise for this one , I stand by it"

"My guest appearance was everyone's favourite part let's be honest" his girlfriend said knowing his fans love her

"Chat don't ever try organic grass fed beef jerky , tastes like actual ass" he had to hold back a gag at how gross it was

"The broad must of bought it , I would never had gone for organic" chat went wild over the mention of you

"I hope they see this clip of me and shut the fucking company down" schlatt said walking to the other side of the room to get the trash can to show him throwing it away

As he holds it up to the camera for the dramatic effect it is evidently clear that there is a used condom very clearly sat in the bottom of the trash can next to a wrapper of some kind , after throwing away the beef jerky he saw chat going crazy about whatever was in the garbage

"Guys what are you going crazy over in chat" he said scrolling through the comments like an idiot instead of just looking in the object in his hand

Y/n was confused why her phone was blowing up with notifications from her fans saying to go see what schlatt was doing or to join his live, so she obviously did worried about whether he had just revealed something private or hurt himself

Joining his live to see him staring off into space clearly remembering him fucking her over the desk the night before in that short skirt he loved

"The way you stop in your fucking tracks trash can still in view just reliving it with no shame"

"It was a good night, can you blame me" he shrugged his shoulders

Calling his phone didn't snap him out of it , so she stormed into his office mortified that however many people could see what was in the garbage

Waving a hand in front of his face and taking it out of his hands seemed to do the trick as he blushed and started laughing

"You can't blame me , you wore that skirt last night knowing how it would end" he said forgetting they weren't the only two people on earth but also not caring

"Why do you think I keep wearing it" she laughed "didn't think it would distract you so much though"

"Can't wait for the photos and clips to circle the internet later" he said sitting back down in his chair as she said goodbye and left

" I don't know how you didn't get banned for that" his girlfriend questioned as he shrugged and chuckled

"They sent me a very stern email"

Embarrassing moment #4

This moment was captured via CCTV outside Ted's house , but he posted it to his Instagram story cause he thought it was funny (he was a little drunk)

Ted had invited Y/n and Schlatt over for dinner kind of like a double date , but also just to catch up

"You better not embarrass us tonight" his girlfriend scolded him as they walked up to the door of Ted's house and she knocked on the door

"When have I ever not been on my best behaviour" he feigned innocence

"You do it every time we do anything, no one would even be phased if our tape got leaked" she joked

"You have to stop joking about that for my sanity"

"If you cared that much about it getting leaked you wouldn't keep it under no protection" Y/n said knocking again " what is taking Ted so long , I'm getting bored"

"I know a way we can pass the time" schlatt said trying to hold in his laugh at how cliche it was

"If I kiss you , promise me you'll never speak like that again" she said leaning in and closing the gap between them

Obviously, things got heated pretty quickly (it is them afterall) . So when the Nivison boy did eventually make it to the door , he was greeted with the sight of his good friend Jschlatt making out with his girlfriend with a very prominent hand on her behind

He awkwardly cleared his throat as they stepped apart

"Nice of you to finally let us in" schlatt joked walking past him and into the house

"Almost got dicked down in your driveway to pass the time" Y/n followed up

"You guys would've done it either way , just don't keep me up tonight" he warned before closing the door

"He actually kept us awake that night , but fortunately for him I didn't video it and post it on the internet" Y/n remarked

"Why did we pick careers with cameras everywhere" schlatt questioned with a confused face

Embarrassing moment #5

This one happened once again on stream , he was sat at his desk reacting to some compilation of something someone made him . Truth be told the only thing he could focus on was the feeling of his girlfriends mouth around his cock under the desk

Sure it was an adventurous thing to do and would most likely get them caught, but schlatt couldn't care less these reaction videos were getting boring and he needed something to stay focused

"This one is the most embarrassing, people still make fun of us for this" Y/n said hiding her head in her hands

"It was fun at the time, but oh my God do people not shut up about it" her boyfriend agreed lightly chuckling

Anytime he let a groan or any noise slip out he would try to cover it up by acting like he was reacting to the video and adding some comment onto it . All was well until she tried a new technique that almost made him blow a load in zero point two seconds , as she attempted to do it again by getting closer to him so she could get more of him in her mouth , but overestimated how much room there was between her head and the desk resulting in her losing her grip on the carpet and lunging forward resulting in a rather loud gag due to the acoustics of the wooden desk she was under

"Ow" she said pushing his chair back and her head peaking out just enough for the camera to see which obviously everyone saw and went mad for

He just pushed her head back under until he put his 'be back soon' screen up and checked if she was okay

"I didn't even want to go on Twitter for days after this , the one time this guy isn't screaming at the top of his lungs" y/n said pointing at him

"The acoustics of the desk didn't help with how loud the gag was either" he added

Embarrassing moment #6

This one happened at Sneegsnag's wedding and was captured by Ted and uploaded to Instagram (he was past tipsy at this point)

"I can tell by that suit we're at Sneegsnag's wedding, but which moment is going to play is the question" y/n said hoping it was the tamer one

"I'm gonna guess the Ted one" jschlatt said making it into a game

As it was the Ted clip, he showed up on screen slurring some words into the camera before turning the camera around to pan across the entire room

He heard the slow songs starting to play and questioned why Y/n and Schlatt the most in love couple he knew weren't on the dance floor right now , so like any drunk wedding guest he stomped over to them phone still in hand and asked"why are you guys not dancing?"

"Big guy won't dance with me" his friend replied sulking

"C'mon man , don't be that guy" ted said pulling a face at his friend

"I'll dance if you and shae do" schlatt bargained

As ted looked at his friend y/n who was already looking at him with what can only be described as a pleasing look "fine" he said for the sake of his friend

"He could've stopped recording here and just made it look like a nice moment" Y/n pointed out knowing what was coming

"There's not a single nice moment of the three of us , or just the two of us" her boyfriend joked

Before they got to the dance floor where the photographer was most likely taking pictures , so she did what any good person would do and fixed his collar and smoothed out his shirt for him

"If I knew you'd be acting like my good housewife , I would've said yes to dancing the first time you asked" he laughed grabbing a handful of ass as she hid her face in his chest embarrassed about such a stupid joke being caught on camera . A joke that nonetheless was going to be labelled as offensive by people online

"People took that housewife joke and ran with it honestly" y/n said rolling her eyes

"Alot of people didn't realise that it was a harmless joke, this broad would make the worst housewife ever" he said trying to keep a serious face as he pressed play on the video

Embarrassing moment #7

This one was on an episode of chuckle sandwich , they were talking about how people who believe everything they see on the internet is true are idiots

"This one keeps me up at night , I apologise to whoever had to blur this part" she cringed hiding her head in her boyfriends shoulder as he attempted to soothe her by patting/rubbing the back of her head

"As soon as this happened, I begged everyone to let me edit that part of the video , I didn't want anyone else seeing it uncensored" Jschlatt said before pressing play , letting his possessive side shine through

"You're so possessive"

"How would you like it if I whipped out my cock for everyone to see " he turned towards her and asked as she agreed

"I keep getting DM's from fans asking if facts they see on social media are real or not , anyone else?" Ted asked the group

"No what the fuck type of fans do you have" schlatt laughed

"What facts do they want to know?"

Y/n asked

"I've never seen a single video on social media that had any true facts" charlie said

Schlatt muttered a 'true' in response to his friend, but was caught off guard by his girlfriend staring at him with an all knowing look from her square on screen "why are you staring at me like that" he said probably cutting off a conversation

"What about that tiktok you sent me the other day that said staring at boobs can make a man live longer, and you said it was "very true" his girlfriend called him out

"You guys can back me up here" he said leaning back in his seat and smirking

" I have to agree with schlatt on this one" Ted said standing up for his friend

"That's the first true fact I've heard that comes from social media" Charlie said contradicting his statement from earlier as they laughed

Schlatt heard a knock on his office door so went to open it thinking it was one of the cats , not expecting it to be his girlfriend

"What's wrong?" He said cat parent mode activating

"Is your camera off ?" She whispered

"What are you two doing in that doorway?" Ted said thinking it was probably sexual

"Hang on, I'll be back guys" schlatt said going to press the button that turned his camera off , but accidentally clicked the one that muted him

"Why are we always the ones being embarrassed, when is it anyone else's turn" Y/n said remembering how embarrassing this clip was

"Audio listeners love you to death , Y/n knocked on Schlatt's door and then he attempted to turn his camera off and failed, but he's across the room so won't hear us if we tell him"

What the trio (+tucker) didn't expect to happen next was for Y/n to pull the bottom of the shirt she was wearing upwards and flash everyone in that call . Charlie and Ted have never turned their head away from something so quickly and pretend to be doing something else

"This is just like when a sex scene comes on when you're watching a movie as a family and you gave to pretend to be interested in the carpet" charlie said trying to fill in the awkward pause

By the time Ted had told the audio listeners what just went down schlatt and Y/n were back in their respective squares on screen fully clothed

"You can wipe that smile off your face,we all just witnessed that" Ted said not bothering to beat around the bush

"Let me know when this gets edited" schlatt ended the conversation by saying

"When you said you censored my boobs out of the video I half expected a twin tower on each one" (don't tell me he wouldn't do that) she laughed as he hung his head in disappointment

"Why didn't I think of that , the powered by bitchdust bumper sticker seems stupid now"

After some more jokes and mean comments about their friends , they bid farewell to whoever would watch the video and made a pact to dial down the amount of embarrassing moments they produced

#jschlatt smut #jschlatt imagine #charlie slimecicle x reader #mcyt tag #schlatt #schlatt x reader #ted nivison #jschlatt imagines #jschlatt x y/n

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rialikesbts · 1 year

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Manipulative

Husband! Namjoon x reader

Masterlist

"Joonie pleaseeee " you whined to your husband, who was working on his computer in the living room,propped up in his glasses and dress shirt, looking hot as usual, nothing new about that.

He ignores you while continuing to work.

You sit beside him on the couch, intertwining your arm with his as you try to pout and show your puppy dog eyes to melt him.

"Come on, we even came back quickly from our honeymoon because of your work, my friends are dying to meet you."

"Let them die, I don't have the time".

You opened your mouth in shock, slapping his arm before moving out of the way, giving him a scowl.

"Fine! then I will go and meet them on my own!" You yell and go up the stairs to your room, not seeing your husband's furrowed eyebrows and clenched jaw , glaring at your retreating back.

You had gone way too far this time.He could put up with your whining and complaining about how they had to cut the honeymoon trip short because of his work,but this? This was unacceptable.

How DARE you try to leave him alone at night to hang out with your so called friends?

He was your husband.

Soulmate.

Life partner.

You don't leave them alone.

You should have sensed that he did not want to be in the same vicinity as those two faced bitches you call your friends which is why he tried to make up so many excuses so that you wouldn't go either.

But not only did you not get the memo , you were getting ready to meet them alone without him ?

If he couldn't come with you ,then you should have sat down quietly like a good wife and made him some coffee.

It was time to teach you a lesson.

Even though you were still exhausted from work ,you still were excited to meet your friends.

It had been so long since the wedding that you weren't able to go out on your own for once.You and Namjoon were so busy with all those dinners with relatives and Namjoon's friend ,you couldn't meet up with your girls.

You were still cranky about Namjoon's insensitiveness.First he made the "letting them die" joke ,did not even apologize for it and it's been three hours since that argument you guys had ,and yet he still did not come up to the bedroom to apologize.

You didn't get why he couldn't get along with your friends.You were already introduced to his social circle and hanging out with the guys and their partners for quite a while.Why was it difficult for him to do the same ?

Was it so wrong of you to ask him to spend some time with you and your friends? You had met all of his friends,had frequent dinners with them and their partners.Why couldn't he do the same thing?

Whatever, I'll say sorry afterwards. But first, let me enjoy some girl's time.

You took out your phone to text your girls that you were ready and were going to leave in a few minutes but were heartbroken after you saw the messages.

Minnie : "Thank god we told Y/N the name of a different restaurant, got tired of her whining about married life and then parading her rich husband around "

Aera : "I know right,I'm so glad we're finally gonna have some peace and not her annoying jibber jabber about why her husband is do great"

Sungah:"GUYS! AT LEAST SEE THE NAME OF THE GROUP CHAT!"

Minnie:"Oh shit"

You didn't bother reading the rest of it.They probably would have even left the group chat.Tears escaped from your eyes and you started wiping your eyes with your coat sleeve, and you began to get up from your dresser to change.

The door to the room opened and your tear stricken face saw Namjoon's handsome one .

He was looking so good ,all dressed up in that gray three piece you got him for his birthday.You weren't shocked to see him in formal attire.

This was the kind of man Namjoon was .He dressed up to see your friends whom he didn't like just to make up with you.

"Why are you crying baby?I'm sorry we had an argument! You even look so good dressed all up. Don't cry please. Look, I even dressed up to meet them.Lets wipe up your tears yeah ?I'm really sorry baby" He blabbered as he pulled you into his arms ,your tears staining his suit.

You held onto his coat ,the tears kept pouring and you started crying more.

You felt so ashamed. You fought with this amazing man because of those fake girls. You ignored him and yet he still came to meet them so that you could be happy.

It took a while for him to calm you down but you were still a blabbering mess as you kept on apologizing on between of telling him about the hurtful messages

"I'm so sorry Joon".

"Baby, it's okay, please don't cry." He said, wiping your tears.

What did you do to deserve this man?

"Now please listen to me.You will no longer make more friends, alright? You already have me and my friends. That's enough for you.If you want to eat out, I am there. If you want to go clubbing and drink, I am there. You have problems, I will help. Don't worry, I am the only one you need. And you're the only one I need "

He pulled you into a hug, you continuously nodding your head.

"Now please stop crying, my crybaby.You don't need to waste your precious tears for those fake bitches. Let's order a pizza! okay?"

You nodded, wiping your tears." Okay".

Namjoon smiled, kissing your forehead before going down the stairs to call the pizza place.

He smiled.

Those bitches did become useful after all.

He thought about how he met up with your friends in his basement. To teach them a lesson and give them a warning to leave you or else they wouldn't be able to live.

He obviously didn't kill them. Namjoon would never have any blood on his hands.

He manipulated your parents the same way in order to marry you.

He hoped after this incident you will finally learn to do whatever he says and have things done his way. After all the things he had done for you, you should obey him at least.

If not, then he had other ways as well.

You came downstairs after a shower with a smile on your face.

"You look tired, is work too stressful, baby?"

"It's nothing Joon, just my boss is being a pain in the ass as always."

"Maybe you should quit, You know I make enough for the both of us."

"It's okay. I want to do this for myself."

You both smiled at each other and you stood up on your tippy toes to give him a peck on the lips, which he turned to a full makeout session.

Guess I have to get your job out of the way as well. The things you make me do, babygirl.

A/N

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Lost For Words - Part III

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Genre: angst, fluff, smut 🥺🤗🥵

Pairing: Reader x Kun // Reader x Taeyong

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: You have the best boyfriend you could’ve asked for. Things take an interesting turn as you befriend your new coworker, exploring the blurred lines between friendship and something more.

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It was the last presentation of the day and you were exhausted. After hearing so many speakers, being exposed to so many new products, and taking in so much information, you felt a little overstimulated. You’d all been taking notes all day as you saw interesting things your competitors were doing.

Your team dipped out a little early, in the hopes of avoiding the herds of people trying to exit the convention center at the same time. Outside the venue, Valentina said, “Good job, everyone. I saw a lot of you taking notes today. I want to do a larger meeting sometime next week or the week after to discuss our takeaways. I think that there was a lot of useful information we can use in our global marketing plans.” She smiled with a nod. “Anyway, I was thinking that we should go back to the hotel, freshen up, and then head out to get dinner?”

There were nods and murmurs of agreement, so David looked down at his watch. “It’s 5:09 now, so how about we meet in the lobby at 6:15PM. Who wants to be in charge of finding a restaurant?”

Hina waved her hand excitedly. “I can find a place!”

Valentina raised a cautious eyebrow at Hina, recalling the last time that Hina had chosen a restaurant. “Let’s try to keep it under three dollar signs this time, yeah?”

You and Hina took advantage of the time you had to freshen up before dinner. You began rummaging through your suitcase, tossing two dresses onto your bed. Hina, on the other hand, sat cross-legged on her own bed scrolling on her phone, ready to give her opinions as needed.

Your phone buzzed on the dresser, and you picked it up, recognizing your boyfriend's contact name popping up on the screen.

"Hey," you said, balancing the phone between your shoulder and ear as you slipped out of your pants.

"Hey, how was the first day?" he asked. “Are you finished now?”

"It was great!" you replied with enthusiasm. "We all have a bunch of ideas. Valentina said we’ll have a meeting next week about it, so I’m excited to share.”

You could practically hear his smile through the phone. "That's great to hear. I can’t wait to hear all about your ideas when you’re back at home. Do you have dinner plans for tonight?”

“Yeah, Hina is actually in charge of looking for a place,” you said, glancing at her. “Hopefully she picks somewhere good.”

Hina stuck her tongue out at you and laughed, bringing a chuckle out of you as well.

“Okay, well, have fun at dinner. And if you’re going to be drinking tonight, don’t forget to drink a lot of water.”

"I will," you promised, feeling a rush of warmth for your supportive boyfriend. You tossed the phone on the bed and pulled out a dress from your suitcase.

An hour later, the group gathered in the hotel lobby, ready for a well-deserved dinner outing after a long day. Hina had strategically chosen a Thai restaurant within walking distance.

Upon arrival, the restaurant's ambiance whisked you away to a far-off tropical paradise. Intricate wooden carvings adorned the walls, vibrant textiles draped from the ceiling, and the scent of spices filled the air. The decor was a seamless blend of charm and cultural authenticity, making you feel as though you were on vacation.

With everyone seated, Valentina seized the moment and confidently ordered a round of drinks for the table. While they excitedly waited for their alcoholic beverages to arrive, they decided to order appetizers to try and share. A few moments later, the drinks arrived, following a clink of glasses and the chorus of cheers.

David placed his drink down on the table and clapped his hands together. "Now that we're not at the conference anymore, let’s talk about something other than work for a change…" Laughter rippled through the group as everyone welcomed the idea.

A few more drinks later, your steaming plate of drunken noodles made its grand entrance to the table. The thick rice noodles glistened with a rich, dark sauce, topped with tender slices of chicken, colorful bell peppers, and vibrant Thai basil leaves.

Kevin, your jovial coworker, leaned toward Taeyong, who was sitting across from you. "Hey, Taeyong," he teased, "I saw you talking to that pretty girl at lunch earlier. Who was that? Did you get her number?"

Taeyong's cheeks tinged with a slight blush at the sudden question. "She was pretty," he admitted, his voice carrying a hint of bashfulness. He glanced in your direction to see if you’d react, but you were reaching across the table for a leftover spring roll instead. "She told me that her name was Ari and she works at one of our competitors. But, uh, I didn't get her number."

"Yeah, Taeyong, maybe you should date the competition so we can find out their secrets," said Valentina with a laugh.

Kevin couldn't resist but add, "Honestly… I'm surprised you don't already have a girlfriend.."

Hina playfully agreed, "Definitely, Taeyong, you've got the looks. Sorry, Kevin, but he's got you beat."

Kevin nodded with a chuckle and said, “That’s fair.”

Taeyong found himself lost in contemplation, wondering if it was time to move on, given your existing relationship. Everyone seemed to enjoy their evening, unaware of the thoughts swirling around in his head like a storm. He went back and forth with his emotions, unsure of where to go from here, as the possibility of a future without you weighed on his mind.

* After dinner, the group ended up splitting up. Some of your colleagues decided to call it a night, retreating to the comfort of their hotel rooms and call it a night. Those who still had some energy left decided to head out for a night on the town, determined to make the most of their time in Incheon. Before the group split in two, Valentina issued a gentle reminder about the early morning conference session, a subtle hint to keep the night's festivities in check.

Among your coworkers in the group, and a relatively new addition to the team, Seolyun stood out as the point person for all things social media. She was the person who always seemed to have a recommendation, whether it was a new restaurant opening up, a trendy pop-up opening, or a cafe hidden in the backstreets.

In no time at all, she found a trendy bar not too far from the restaurant. The bar had two floors, along with a rooftop. Each floor, according to the reviews, had a different vibe. And the rooftop seemed to have an amazing view, which was perfect for taking pictures.

You could feel the lively energy on the first floor as you entered. While you waited for your friends to get their IDs checked, you took a look around. Laughter and conversation filled the air, in combination with the beat of electronic music that had quite a few people up and dancing. People were engaged in animated conversations, clinking glasses, and sharing smiles. It seemed like the perfect place to start on a night out.

As you walked up to the second floor, you noticed a subtle shift in the vibe. Here, the mood was more intimate and relaxed. The decor took on a cozier, lounge-like feel, with plush seating arrangements that were great for deeper conversations. The music, while still upbeat, had a more gentle feeling and allowed for more conversation over dancing. The lighting was dimmed, casting a darker and more romantic aura. It was an ideal spot for those looking to enjoy time away from the loud music and actually have a conversation.

As you all ascended the stairs to the rooftop, the night breeze welcomed you, carrying the pulsating rhythms of music and offering a breathtaking view of the city's twinkling lights. The ambiance was mellow, with cozy seating arrangements and soft lighting, perfect for unwinding. Interestingly enough, the roof wasn’t the most crowded area, and there was more than enough room for everyone to get comfortable at the bar.

Kevin insisted on shots, saying, “Look how beautiful it is out here. Nothing says a night out like a shot of tequila!” Despite a groan or two, everyone accepted Kevin’s idea of taking shots.

“Cheers!” you said, a moment later, clinking the small glasses with your colleagues. You gulped down the liquid fire with more ease than you thought.

As Seolyun finished her shot, she said, “Let’s go dance!”

Taeyong, while certainly up for a night out on the town, wasn't quite in the dancing mood tonight. Instead, he chose to linger on the rooftop, where he could savor the serene night view while sipping on a glass of whiskey.

He gazed out into the city, taking in the twinkling sky above. He took a sip of his whiskey even though he had no business mixing light and dark liquor. I’ll be fine, he decided. Even though he and the others were in Incheon for business, he was having more fun than he’d had in quite some months. Living in Seoul without many friends had been a little hard on him, but he felt a little less lonely during the week while he was surrounded with his coworkers. And he felt less lonely when he was with you. He felt at ease when he was with you. Despite your unfortunate relationship status, he enjoyed platonic moments with you. Being friends with you was better than nothing at all, he thought.

In his peripheral vision, he saw someone sit down but he didn’t bother looking up, as he was enveloped in his thoughts. Suddenly, your voice filled his ears and interrupted his thoughts. “The view up here is something else, huh?” He turned and the corners of his lips curled into a small smile as you settled beside him on the couch.

“I’m enjoying it,” he said, taking another sip of his drink. “I thought you wanted to dance?”

"You know, I wasn't really feeling the music down there," you admitted with a soft laugh. "But it looks like the others are having the time of their lives, so I thought I’d come back up here and keep you company.”

The two of you started talking, just some lighthearted conversation. A few moments later, Taeyong shook his head. "Sorry - where are my manners? Did you want another drink?”

You glanced at his nearly empty glass and then back at him, a thoughtful expression on your face. "I think I'm good for now," you replied, a faint smile touching your lips. "I'd hate for you to see me too drunk."

Taeyong chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on your face. "I wouldn't judge you," he assured.

As you continued to talk, Taeyong found himself getting lost in your eyes, your presence, and the way you laughed at his jokes. His heart raced as he realized how much he had grown to like you. At this point, he could feel the tension building, an almost magnetic force that he had never experienced before. It was a potent mixture of desire, guilt, and admiration. He knew he was getting close to the danger zone and he found himself unable to deny the connection that seemed to pull him closer to you with each passing moment.

Unable to resist the pull between you two, Taeyong leaned in and kissed you, his lips meeting yours in a tender, sweet embrace. It was a moment of surrender to the intense connection that had been building, a silent acknowledgment of his desires. A few seconds later he pulled away, realizing how crazy all of this was. He’d lost his mind for a moment, he concluded.

Your eyes met, just for a moment. Time seemed to stop as you gazed deeply into his eyes. In that moment, Taeyong’s senses were completely taken over by you. He could only smell the faint scent of your perfume. He could only taste your lips. He could only see you.

But just as Taeyong was about to voice his apologies and regrets, the unexpected happened. Your lips crashed into his once more, igniting a wild, uncontainable fire of longing and desire. In that moment, nothing else mattered – not your boyfriend, not the complications of being coworkers – as you both gave in to the irresistible pull of passion. Lost in the kiss, you and Taeyong allowed yourselves to be swept away, indulging in a connection that defied all logic and reason.

The intense chemistry between you and Taeyong became an undeniable truth that neither of you could ignore.

***

You woke up in the morning, before your alarm. You recalled the events of the previous night and, of course, that amazing kiss you shared with Taeyong. It was wrong, you knew, but something about it just felt so right.

Kun [7:31AM] Good morning, beautiful. Hope you had fun last night! Enjoy the rest of the conference today ❤️

As you looked at the good morning text from the man that was actually your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly guilty. You had a man who loved and cared about you, yet you’d had the audacity to kiss another man.

What was frustrating you the most was that you hadn’t even ever thought of Taeyong that way. You found him attractive, yes, but everyone found him attractive - even Kevin. He was a physically attractive looking man - simple. But you didn’t have to cross that line with him and you did anyway. Then, to top it all off, you kissed him on your own. After that first kiss, you should’ve stopped. Unfortunately, something came over you and you initiated that second kiss.

Should you tell Kun? You wondered. No, you thought, he’d never forgive you. Should you break up with him? Was that too much? Was leaving him just running from the problem?

Should you set a boundary with Taeyong? Should you tell him that it can’t ever happen again? God, but you liked it! You liked it so much and you wanted more of it. That was the problem.

You’d never felt tension with Taeyong before. You weren’t sure if it was because the two of you had been drinking or if it was because it was an intimate setting. Maybe it was because you hadn’t really had many moments to be alone together like that. You didn’t know. All you knew was that you could almost taste his lips on yours.

Hina’s alarm started going off, bringing you back into reality. You almost wanted to tell her, but that would just bring up unnecessary questions and drama. So, you decided that you were going to leave it alone all together and do your best to act normal and keep your cool.

After successfully avoiding Taeyong during breakfast and most of the morning programming, he caught you during lunchtime as you were grabbing a water bottle. He lightly grazed your hand and, as you turned to face him, he said, “Can we talk?”

“Uh, yeah,” you said. “Sure.”

Taeyong led you out of the cafeteria and upstairs to the second floor. This floor was quiet, as everyone was downstairs eating. You followed him into a random room where he closed the door behind you. The air seemed to crackle with unspoken tension.

Taeyong took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and longing. "I can't stop thinking about last night,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, “and what happened between us...”

Your heart echoed his sentiments, a mixture of desire and inner turmoil. "Taeyong," you began, a sigh leaving your lips, "I can’t stop thinking about it either.”

“What do we do?”

You let out a frustrated sigh. “I-I don’t know. I have a boyfriend and I care about him. Things are just…complicated.”

Taeyong nodded, his understanding gaze never leaving yours. "I don't want to complicate your life," he said, his voice soft but filled with yearning. "But I don’t know if we can just ignore this."

Taeyong came a little closer, pulling you into his arms. In his embrace, you felt safe, as if the world outside ceased to exist.

Unable to resist any longer, your lips brushed against Taeyong's, igniting a longing that had been building up inside you. But you both knew the complications of your situation.

With a whisper, you said, "We should get back..."

Taeyong let go of you, reluctantly and eyes still filled with longing. You needed to leave. If you looked into his eyes any longer, you might just kiss him again. As he watched you leave the room, the connection between you remained, an unspoken promise that the chemistry you shared would continue to pull you closer, even if the path forward remained uncertain.

***

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isa-loves-you · 9 months

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How you meet and realizing you like them | The group chat.

PART 2

-Tanner-

You were a semi-big youtuber and twitch streamer; you mostly got popular from you and your friends playing dumb games and making eachother laugh, and it seemed to make other people laugh too because now you're making money from it. You weren't doing anything really, just scrolling through your social media to see what was going on in the world, then you saw that you had a new friend request on discord.

Isaacwhy: Hi im isaac. I don't know if you know who i am but me and my friends do youtube and i have an upcoming project that includes me putting my friend Tanner also known as BigT through my version of the bachelor. The reason I am messaging you is because my friend Tanner has a big crush on you and we want to surprise him with you for the last round. If you don't want to participate with my idea that is totally okay, please message me back if you have any questions.

You sat there and thought about it for a second; It sounded like so much fun and you could make someone happy and also gain some new views yourself from it. You messaged Isaac back to tell him that you would do it, you guys spent a couple minutes chatting explaining what would be going on and when they would introduce you. Basically they would put you in a secret discord with the other contestants and once tanner is down to the last to the last rose he will choose the winner. Once he chooses then isaac will pretend that the game is over and that tanner and the winner will get a date, but then he will tell tanner that he could choose the winner or you then you will get five minutes to convince tanner to choose you for the final rose. Seems pretty easy you thought, and it sounds really fun you couldn't wait to shoot the video.

After waiting a week it was finally time to record the vid.isaac had gathered all the contestants into a chat with him and tanner and you got to sit in a secret one with isaac so when it got down to the last person he would message you to join. An hour went by until Isaac told you that Tanner was picking the winner. “Yayy congratulations emmi you have been gifted the last rose on the discord bachelor, how do you feel tanner?” “it feels so good isaac now i don't have to cry myself to sleep because i'm so alone “ everyone laughed and pretend to cheer tanner on but thats when isaac dropped the bomb on him “ wait what's this we have a secret contestant that i may or may not have placed last on purpose”. Everyone got quiet to listen to what Isaac was going to say next “ladies and gentlemen, let's introduce our secret contestant Y/N!!!” “hey everybody im super excited to see yall” no one spoke at all, they were in shock that isaac got you to come. “OH MY GOD AHHH'' tanner screamed like a teenage girl meeting taylor swift “ok ok ok tanner calm down i know i'm the best, but since we now have a new player we still have to play by the rules” “ nuh uh i know who i choose, i give you y/n this rose as a symbol of my love”. Tanner stuck out his hand at his camera with a funny seductive look on his face. You and others bursted out laughing, man you don't know who this guy was but he sure could make your stomach hurt from laughing and it was a bonus that he was super cute. “No tanner dont forget about emmi over here. Since you already got 5 minutes with emmi alone, i am giving you 5 minutes wut y/n then you will decide who you will actually pick”. Oh god you're actually getting nervous, your hands got all sweaty and you stutterd like an idiot when isaac asked if you were ready, isaac moved you and tanner, and himself into another chat and tanner changed his background to look like a fancy restaurant. “So tanner, isaac told me that you have a big crush on me. Is that true?” Tanner just looked at you with eyes wide and mouth open like when Roger Rabbit sees Jessica rabbit. You couldn't laugh at his goofiness , you have to admit that you were actually having a good time.

Five minutes passed and it was nothing but talking and laughing at tanner being silly “Okay boys and girls now it's actually time for tanner to pick the winner” isaac interrupted. “Hmmm it's a tough pick isaac. Emmi i did have an awesome time with you and you were my first choice, but I'm sorry y/n is my choice. I WILL ALWAYS CHOOSE THEM NO MATTER WHAT GIRL COMES UP TO ME!”. Everyone laughed as tanner acted like a wwe wrestler at smackdown, but you were just staring at this man that chose you over 10 other people you couldn't help but sorta fall for.

-Yumi-

You’ve been really go friends with isaac since highschool and you guy stayed to be really good friends out of highschool. Isaac had always talked about being a youtuber and you always supported the idea and even offering your help with the editing; which was also helping you since you really liked working you on your own time, working with a good friend of yours, and also make pretty good money from your passion. Not only did you work with isaac with his editing but you also did the editing for the group chat podcast; even though you did all the time consuming work for them they had no idea who you were since you didn't live in austin and only complicated through isaac. You were editing on a Friday night so Isaac could upload the video the next day. You were almost done. All you had to do was look over the footage to make sure everything was good but you kept on getting distracted by yumi. You have never met Yumi but you see him everyday and you get used to his face, sometimes it makes your day better. He always had something witty to say or had a good joke to tell, and you sorta started to have a crush on him. Isaac knew about your little crush even though you never said anything he could just tell whenever you asked how they all were and you always asked about yumi first. You were done and just sent the file to isaac when he texted you.

Mr.Famous: Thank you!

y/n: no problem. Just text me when you have something for me

Mr.Famous: I actually do. How about you come to Austin and come on the podcast?

You couldn't believe it. Going to Austin and maybe seeing Yumi for the first time, and also seeing your friend that you haven't seen in a long time.

Two days passed since you talked to isaac about coming to austin and now you just got your suitcase from baggage claim and stepped into your uber. Isaac said that he was setting things up for you at the house so he couldn't come and get you from the airport, some friend he is.

At the group chat mansion:

“Tanner don't spill that cereal on the couch they are almost here” “Whos almost here” tanner said with milk dripping out of his mouth “y/n” “whos dat?'' Larry chimed in as he and the others walked in behind him “Are you guys serious i told you two days ago. Y/n my very good friend since highschool that edits my videos and the podcast”. Everyone all passed a look pretending like they knew what their friend was talking about “ you know what i'm not going to say anything-” isaac was cut off mid sentence by the door bell ringing.

You heard isaac shouting from the other side of the front door so you decided to help out whoever was getting their ass chewed out by isaac and ring the doorbell. The yelling stopped and you waited a second before Isaac opened the door with arms wide open and a smile. You and Isaac hugged for a good second since this was the first time you've seen him in almost 2 years since he moved from pennsylvania. You guys finished your hug and grabbed your bags to come in, you were a nervous wreck due to it being the first time meeting the others. You stood in the living room looking at the 4 in front of you “ hey everyone, it's finally good to see your guyses faces' ' you went up to hug them all. Larry took the hug with a big smile on his face, tanner put on his seductive face like he always do and gave you a hug like a like a rich person would, nick gave you a hug then i medentalty put the camera in your face and asked you to say hi to their fans. Now it was time to hug yumi, now yumi did not like physical affection and everyone in the house knew that besides you. Everyone watched and waited for you to make your way to yumi, but you could tell that yumi was uncomfortable with the whole hug thing so you just dabbed him up;which surprised him but he was okay with it.

You spent the rest of the day with the boys but it wasn't long since you didn't show up to the house until 6. Isaac had to go get the mail from the Po. Box before the mail office closed (wait a great friend honestly!) Larry and Nick went with him and Tanner had decided to stream. It was now going on 11 and you were getting tired so you texted isaac where you were supposed to sleep.

Y/n:Hey i tried to stay up but im really jet lagged, where am i sleeping?

Mr.Famous: Sorry I won't be back for another 30 mins. Ask yumi to show you the guest room.

OH great, now you have to disturb someone because you finally get out of the house since you work from home, and the person you do have to bother is your crush. That's soooo awesome. You hyped yourself up before you stepped into the kitchen where yumi was eating something “hey i don't mean to bother you but could you show me where the guest room is because isaac won't be back for a while” “yeah no problem”. Yumi put his food down and walked before you did so he could show you, he was about to walk up the stairs until he looked back at you to see you struggling to put the handle on your bag down so you could carry it. Before you could react to what was happening Yumi grabbed the handle and pushed it down so he could grab and carry your bag up the stairs for you. “Oh you don't have to do that i would have gotten it but thank you” yumi didn't say anything until you guys got to the top of the stair “it's no big deal just being a help” he continued walking until he got to an open door. You looked into the room to see a bed, a closet, a desk that had a pc with a bunch of different electronic stuff around it, and next to the bed was a pile of plushies that you've always seen in the back of videos. “Sorry Isaac made us put some stuff in here since we don't use this room, but all the stuff on the desk works if you need to use them” Yumi said as he walked past you to put your bag on the bed. “Oh no it's okay i don't mind” you smiled towards him to assure you that everything was okay by you “well goodnight then” yumi said as he just stood in the doorway staring at you “yeah you too have a goodnight”. You guys just stood and looked at each other for a second until the unthinkable happened; yumi reached down and awkwardly hugged you “sorry i just feel bad for earlier”. You just watched him walk to his room with a dumb smile on your face, you couldn't believe it. Thee Yumi, the man you have a little crush on, gave you a hug. Man life is great, you thought to yourself while you drifted off to sleep.

#softwilly x reader #the group chat #yumi x reader #the group chat podcast #tooyumi #yumi tgc #tgc #yumi #softwilly #isaacwhy #larry croft #BigT

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writing-rat · 10 months

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Escape Girls

Pairing: Camila Montes X Reader

Content Warning: My writing, fluff

Word Count: 950 Words

Summary: You and Camila escape Owl Cove with the others when you are in love

NOTES: THIS TOOK ME 3 REWRITES, I TRIED! MOTIVATION IS LOW BUT IT'S SLOWLY COMING BACK

It was an eventful time at the Owl Cove Nursing Home since their was a group of 4 people trying to escape. There was JP, who was determined to get home, get his mom out of detainment as well as find his sister. There was also Camila who interested you most due to her personality, and also you was wondering if she was gay. She always sat down like a queer person after all. There was also Big Mac, who was just wanting burgers and there was Micah who was dating JP. You was part of another group but after arguments broke out with you and your group, you were forced to move groups to JP’s group. The welcomes you got were warm, minus for Camila’s, her just silently staring at you up and down. That nerved you but you didn’t say anything, just introducing yourself and why you was sent over.

It took you about 2 weeks before you were invited into the plan after passing their test of trust and for Camila to finally be kind to you. You were pleased to say, the girl looking cool to you as well as a strong person. The plan to escape so far was to use the keys JP had, exit the room then hide in the roof while crawling around the vents. JP volunteered to do it himself until Camila commented how she was one of the smallest and she would do it. Soon, everyone was in the girls bathroom, pushing a tile out before Camila stood on the toilet lid and smirked before she was looking down. “Want to join me Y/N?” She asked. She had noticed how much you didn’t want her to go up. You gulped but nodded as you helped her get in, before you was also helped in, Camila holding your waist as she pulled you into the vent. You blushed hard before you both were crawling inside, being quiet.

“What are we looking for?” you asked quietly, looking at her. “An exit or something,” she mumbled back as she kept searching around, you following as you couldn’t help but stare at her ass. “Stop staring, I know the trousers make my ass look great,” Camila responded sassilly.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to,” you gulped out then looked away, embarrassed you was caught. Camila just smirked before she suddenly stopped, causing you to bump face-first into her ass this time. “Sorry,” you sqeaked out even more embarrassed but Camila rolled her eyes as she was nodding to you then pointed. There was an entrance. “Tell the others,” she spoke. You nodded and did as told.

That started off with you all becoming roommates once you were all in college and away from Owl Cove Nursing Homes. You and Camila at first were neutral, before you became friends. That was at least until one night when you and Camila went on a walk around town before going to a restaurant. You both talked there and before you knew it you was at the park. There, in middle of the grass, was a picnic with wine and glasses, shocking you. She was looking away embarrassed before she faced you. “I… know we didn’t start off positive but I was hoping we could go on a date…” Camila confessed. “I was admiring your beauty from afar before you joined our group, and I didn’t know how to react so I acted cold, not caring. When we moved in together and had film nights and everything… I slowly came to accept them. I hope you accept this, but it’s ok if not,” she added on, finally breathing. You just smiled and kissed her forehead before you nodded.

“I accept,” you spoke and kissed her cheek again.

That’s how the 2 of you got drunk after a confession and just stared at the stars, holding hands.

3 years after the confession and you had your own place. You were currently in the kitchen, starting to prepare dinner when you peeked out after hearing the front door open. You smiled seeing Camila walking through the door, wearing her usual uniform. She was wearing some old, ruined jeans with a tanktop that was covered in some brownish liquid. Oil. “Hello my hot mechanic,” you complimented her, a tired smile shot your way from her as she slipped her work boots off, going over to you and collapsing into your arms. You held her gently as you kissed her forehead, angling yourself so you could grip the spoon and stirred the sauce. “It’s spaghetti for dinner love,” you explained.

“Thank you honey,” Camila mumbled out as she was yawning and held on tighter, the smell of sweat and oil strong against you. “Go shower and change and dinner will be ready for you, after that we can watch a film,” you explained to the small girl, who eagerly got out of your arms and went to shower. She loved her films after all.

You smiled, finishing the food and plating it out. Camila came out with a pair of boxers on and one of your t-shirts then, as she was drowning in it. She looked adorable.

Eventually dinner was finished with barely any conversation due to Camila being tired, and being ‘vulnerable’ as she was cuddled up to you. You smiled, soon lifting her from the seat. “Want to watch Bambi?” you teased her.

“Noooo, I don’t want to cry at Bambi’s mother’s death!” Camila whined out, causing a stifled laugh to come out from your mouth.

“Alright, let’s watch Encanto then, hm?” she asked. Camila nodded, smiling as she was happy with life.

Somehow Owl Cove was good for you two…

#ratboy writes #ratboy writing #camila montes #camila montes x reader

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a-shakespearean-in-paris · 9 months

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about that guy I met on my European vacation--

OK, don’t get too excited, nothing that crazy or illegal happened. But I learned a few things about myself in the process that I thought I’d share. GET READY BECAUSE SHE A LONG ONE

So here I am on my 35 day European tour of a lifetime, starting in Barcelona and ending in Greece. When I get to Barcelona I have to meet my tour director after driving from the airport because he has the keys to our rooms. I knew he was Greek beforehand in the group chat--I’ve seen My Big Fat Greek Wedding about a million times and also I’ve played Assassin’s Creed Odyssey, and his accent confirms it. “I like your name,” he says when I introduce myself, and it’s from this point onward that I have two missions for this trip. Number one: have an amazing time. Two: avoid this man at all costs, except when necessary for the tour.

Avoiding him is simply about survival, even if he seems personable and truly wants to get to know all of us on the tour. I know I’m not that interesting a person and he is quite good looking and also really charming. If I’m not careful, I’ll catch feelings. I know me. He’ll just be doing his job and I’ll mistake it for attraction. I’ve lived through this song and dance before. It’s the curse you wear when you’ve grown up in a body that society doesn’t deem as good enough. Even if time has made me what society would call “prettier,” old thoughts of you’re not pretty enough for him are going to linger, lines forged by the likes of my grandmothers and casting directors. I am the funny side character, not the romantic lead. Hell, in college I wasn’t even on the stage. I remained in the backstage area as the helper. The funny side character stays on the sidelines. She provides funny banter, not the romance arc. She has to protect herself.

Yet there’s a moment after Barcelona before we head to Paris where he ends up having dinner with me and my friend, myself terrified when he plops down at the same restaurant we’ve chosen. I don’t do much of the talking, my friend does, asking him all sorts of questions about his life I wish I could have asked, and some brazen ones in my mind anyway like are you married or attached? he’s not, come to find out. I glean he’s sort of a wayward traveler and content with that, but he admits he’s getting a bit too old for this tour directing thing. He also lets me try his food. It’s a small kindness I wouldn’t have expected from an American man. I feel brave. I tell him I like the way he says my name.

“That’s what I said,” he says, twinkle in his eye. (No, it’s not. I let it be. I like the way he says it. To Europeans I even begin introducing myself via his pronunciation.)

Time passes without incident. I follow my promises in Paris, London, and Amsterdam. I know my other friend L likes him a lot and says she danced with him in Paris where they connected. It’s probably true, but I don’t know--I also can’t help but feel there’s something in the way he looks at me. A glimmer of something or other that some part of me recognizes, but doesn’t think can be the case. Not for me. I know my place. Then Prague happens.

A lot of things happen in Prague. The morning of our tour through the city I get an email asking if I’m still interested in joining the company I applied to before my trip. I can’t believe it. I’m in Europe, and when I come back there is now the possibility I won’t have to go back to teaching. The day goes on, a terrible heat wave in the city. He takes the group out to a medieval dinner--sort of an interactive renaissance fair. We’re all as a unit, very drunk and ready for more drinking and dancing. It may be one of the best days of my life. Here I am in Europe, a world away from last year in the deepest pits of my depression and anxiety, drinking beer with an amazing group of travelers who I get to call my friends. We hit one bar, and then another, an Irish pub where he is, of course--he loves his Irish pubs and makes no secret of it. He flits around and some of my friends chit chat with him, but I of course don’t say anything. Of course we want to keep the party going--so we head out to this eighties dance club where he follows. I admit my eye is on him during the night--he helps out one of my friends who gets so drunk she can’t walk. (And he avoids her attempts to hit on him as well) but mostly I dance and I dance and I dance and I drink and I let loose in a way I don’t think I ever have. I feel beautiful. I feel free. And hell, when I see myself in the mirror--I am beautiful. Later, my friend tells me how cute I was drunk. I let loose. She’s right. Everything is perfect, except for the nagging realization I have to pee.

Upon what I call the pee test, wherein you get to see how drunk you are in the bathroom, I am moderate. I can stand but things are a little wobbly. Not the drunkest I’ve been, but pretty drunk. I emerge from the bathroom. There he is.

He grabs my hand. He doesn’t let go. He stares into my goddamn soul. One of my friends is prattling on about going to another bar, I think, but it’s so loud because “Here Comes the Rain Again” or something is playing. He is insistent I come along too to this other bar with them all, still looking into the depths of my soul and holding my hand. In my drunken, yet still somewhat lucid state, I ask him why on earth he’s standing outside the girl’s bathroom. No answer, but my hand is still in his, and his eyes are still looking into the depths of my goodman soul. I feel really fucking pretty. So pretty, part of me realizes a good looking man is holding my hand. I hold on tighter.

We don’t end up going to another bar, we end up staying, but still holding my hand he takes me away from the girl’s restroom, finally, and eventually a tentative arm is places around me, something I reciprocate until more people crowd around. Shots are bought. We take a shot together before back to the dance floor we go. He dances with me, our backs turned in this shoulder-to-shoulder sort of shimmy, and I am vaguely aware of my ass grinding against his. When it’s over I am horror-stricken. People definitely saw me grind with our hot as hell Grecian tour director. But I’m in it too deep. I want to dance with him again, and I throw out some joke as I shake my hips about how they are going to hurt tomorrow--to which he laughs. It’s at this point another girl notices and literally throws herself on him. I watch with my mouth agape as he fights off her advances, and watch as he eventually untangles himself and leaves.

I can’t sleep that night. Number one there’s a heat wave and I’m on the top bunk, and two, I’m swimming with thoughts of what the hell just happened. He started it, but why? The funny side character shouldn’t be treated like the romantic lead. The morning comes and the girls in my room mention his behavior from previous cities after noting how the other girl danced on top of him. They mention behavior I haven’t seen, and are concerned about his professionalism and if tour guides should go out dancing with tour groups. “I think I danced with him,” I say. “You did,” my friend replies. I can’t help but feel judged.

We move on from Prague in our trip. In Switzerland I decide to accept the new job. I see more glances from him here and there. He watches me get hit on in Venice. Then there’s this one particular look he gives me before we drive to Florence that I can’t shake away. I tell him good morning and the way he replies, you’d think I made his morning.

Once in Rome I end up crying. We are deep into the trip and I want to talk to my Mom about my new job and also what happened. It’s confusing and I don’t get it and is this lack of professionalism true or something that should bother me? My friend L tells me a rumor he kissed a girl in Barcelona in our group and confessed his life story to her--and she says she doesn’t like him anymore, albeit for different reasons. I never ask. But there’s something ingrained within me that senses shenanigans will happen, even that night after I kiss an Italian boy.

I’m right. It’s the second night in Rome. I go to a bar with two other friends. Apparently this is his favorite Irish bar in the whole of Europe, and of course he’s there. He plops beside me, deriding my choice in drinking Heineken when I should get an Italian beer. He asks me what I’m going to do when I come back to the states. I joke about ice water. He teases me. I tell him the truth, that I want to talk to my mom about a few things. I think about Prague, but leave that out and tell him about my new job, and how it’s everything I wanted but I’m nervous to leave teaching and also take a decrease in pay, but it’s also exciting because my head will be clearer to write more during the day, and I get a foothold in a career that’s interesting to me. He’s happy for me.

From there, we talk, and we talk, and we talk and do occasional shots with the others I came with. The night is a blur, I can’t say everything we talked about--movies for one where he’s impressed I know who Laurence Olivier is. (”Of course I do! I’m a Shakespearean!”) and places he’s been to. he loves architecture, and tells me I could pass as Italian, and even Greek. (He’s right, I get mistaken for Greek a lot a little later) I show him a picture of my grandparents, and when my friend next to me starts showing pictures of the various colors she’s dyed her hair, I casually mentioned I stopped dyeing my hair. “Why would you?” he asks, “it’s a pretty color.” Once, he offhandedly mentions he’s self-conscious about his accent. I tell him I like it. Rather bashfully, he thanks me.

He takes a picture of us in the bar and posts it to the group chat. More people arrive. We kind of remain by each other’s side. He buys me a beer separate from the rest of the group. At some point I have to pee. On my way back from peeing I end up smooching another Italian man. He uses too much tongue too quickly for my taste. On my way back, he follows me. You know who sees this whole exchange and is very amused I got hit on, apparently. I think I mention something or other about my therapist telling me to kiss boys in Europe. Then he’s gone--gone without saying goodbye, and I’m a little upset but mostly I’m elated. I talked virtually all night with a man I find attractive, and not once did I run away. My good mood is only spoiled by the fact that I learn when I call home that my grandma was placed in the hospital.

The next day after the Vatican I’m eating with my friend L and a few others, and she casually mentions how he tried to get her to party with him yesterday. Driven by tiredness and also my news from the previous night, I go to my hotel room and cry. I don’t feel like he played me, but more so that I played myself. I’m just the funny side character after all. Why would I think I’m special? We’re going to Greece in the morning, and my body is just so tired I have no desire to go.

But go we do, and once in Athens I just feel very, very happy. I can’t even really describe why the city makes me so happy. but I feel safe there. I feel like maybe the past life reader I emailed back in April was right, Greece was once my home in a time before. One thing is sure, I am not wasting my time on my tour director anymore. I’m just going to enjoy the rest of the trip.

Except he’s eating lunch the same place me and my friends decide to eat at. We leave him be but he’s as amiable as ever. And then later that night when me and another group of girls decide to go for drinks at a rooftop bar---he tags along. I don’t really speak to him much, other girls in the group dominate the conversation, but I try my best to look wistful and unbothered. He lets me sip from his beer, and when I ask my smoker friend for a cigarette puff he beats her and gives me a puff of his. He mentions the Irish bar in Rome and how I was there with him. I feel a sort of electricity when he plops by me to smoke and he’s pointed toward me.

The next day at the Acropolis he gives me this sort of playful, dreamy look I don’t see him give anyone else, and I ask if he thinks I look silly in my hat. “Yes,” he says, and I laugh. Another dreamy look in Paros when we’re by ourselves by the sea for the briefest moment. He looks at me like I’m a revelation. It makes me laugh. It makes me feel like the romantic lead. One last wistful look the next morning before we return to Athens when he tells me “good morning.” Again, I feel a sort of revelation. My friend tells me later there’s a rumor he slept with a girl in our group. I kind of don’t care.

At our last dinner in Athens before we all must leave, I give him his tip. We embrace, we take a photo. He wants me to send it to him. I do, and he gives it a little heart. He comes out dancing with the group, one last time. I don’t see him for a bit, but when he bumps into me in the club he asks me where my drink is. I ask him if he’s going to buy me one to replace it. He teases me before agreeing, and then more people crowd around and suddenly we’re taking shots. It’s at this point I see the rumored girl he slept with in our group cuddle up near him, to which he doesn’t reciprocate. I give a certain look of disgust, one he mirrors. “What happened to the Irish bar?” he asks me. I am possessed. I put my hand on his cheek and I tell him I’ll always remember it. He will too, he says. That’s his favorite in all of Europe.

I remember that souvenir I bought in Athens a few days ago, my name on a necklace in Greek. He’s supposed to give it me at some point, and when I ask he says he’ll just keep it if he forgets. YOU’RE GOING TO KEEP A NECKLACE WITH MY NAME? I ask, and he just looks sheepishly at me. I know I have to leave soon, so I say my goodbyes. “If I don’t see you, when I leave in the taxi to the airport,” I tell him, “I will kill you.” And then I embrace him again. I kiss his cheek.

Such a simple thing, a kiss. I always thought I would have to be deliberate about it, because I imagined kissing his cheek in parting before. I wasn’t so. I was possessed, automatic. When he kisses me back on my cheek, an immediate response, it feels like an I see you, you were beautiful, I enjoyed my time with you. It feels romantic.

So we part a few hours later with an embrace--nothing too crazy. But when I’m home, I message him because he asked us to let him know when we’re home safe. I thank him in Greek, and thank him for everything. I tell him I’m glad I stopped waiting around for someone and did what I always wanted to do. He thanks me. Am I going to leave it there? He lives in Greece, I live here. He told me he wouldn’t live in the US. Fuck, I’d move to Europe for true love, though the chance of him being it for me are very, very slim. I do know he said he’d mention if he was in the US, and asked me to mention if I was in Europe. Of course I’ll go back to Europe. I’ll always return. And I may need to message him. Some of my stories take place partly in Greece. I need research help.

In my therapist’s chair upon my return, she tells me who cares if the rumor about him sleeping with someone is true or not, I know what happened between him and I. He’s a tour director and he probably lied when he said he would never do something like that in Athens. At the end of the day, he’s European, and Europeans have different sensibilities. Good for me for kissing him, and after all, it’s not really about him. It’s about how I felt confident, I felt beautiful, and I held a man’s attention. She’s right of course. She’s always right. This story isn’t about a romance, it’s about the funny side character coming into her own, and knowing she can be the lead. It’s about how I got to know this amazing, incredible woman, and now I know I can’t be without her. And, my therapist says, it’s time for me to write my book.

I used to be sad I didn’t have a partner, how I would look at pictures of my cousin’s family and be jealous. But I see them now, and I see how beautiful it is, but I also see how that’s not what I want. Not quite yet, I still want to travel. I must, for me. For my soul. For the art that I will make.

And as for my tour director, I waffle back and forth now that I’m home. I know I can live without him. I’m ready for the man I will marry, but I also don’t want him yet, weirdly enough. There are things I have to do. I learned that in Europe. I learned that with my tour director, talking with him, exchanging heated looks with him he didn’t give anyone else. I was careful to observe that. I admit, there are parts of me that have this knowing that there’s more and I haven’t seen or heard the last of Nikos.

I guess time will tell. I’m happy either way. I’m still the lead.

#personal #DO NOT REBLOG PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING THAT IS HOLY #FUCK WHY DID I WRITE AND PUBLISH THIS #this is long #warning

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Music Store P1

Y/N: Your name.

Y/H/C: your hair colour

Y/H/T: your hair type

JJ's POV

"Why are we going with you again?" I ask Kiara. Kiara is dragging John B, Pope, and me to a new music store that just opened up in town. She was dying to go because she heard they have an extensive Marley collection.

"Because you guys seriously need some musical education," she retorts.

"Hey! We do listen to good music!" John B argues.

"Drake doesn't count," she teases, earning a chuckle from John B.

We step inside the music store. The speakers are belting out classic rock songs, and the walls are painted black adorned with signed posters and stickers from different bands. The wooden box stands, are neatly arranged in rows, displaying vinyl records.

"Woah. This place is sick!" John B exclaims, looking around the store. Kiara, like a vinyl-detecting bloodhound, zeroes in on the Marley records. Pope follows her, leaving John B and me to explore on our own.

He nudges me, directing my attention to a girl who appears to be our age, busily organizing vinyls in their stands. Her Y/H/T Y/H/C, dances over her shoulders, and her naturally coloured lips shine beneath a coat clear lip gloss. My heart skips a beat at the mere sight of her.

(Imagine whatever outfit you want)

"Who's that?" I ask breathlessly. I had never seen anyone as beautiful as her.

"Y/N Y/L/N. She is new in town. Her dad actually owns this place. She's pretty cool," John B replies nonchalantly.

"Seriously, how do you know?"

"I bumped into her yesterday while she was surfing."

"Wait, she surfs too?"

John B smirks. "Yeah, and better than you, dude. You should go talk to her."

Y/N's POV

As I continue arranging the records, my co-worker Isaac approaches, asking where the Marley records go. I nod toward the M section, and my gaze drifts to a girl and a guy, flipping through the records. As Isaac walks away, a tall boy with disheveled dirty blonde hair saunters over. "Hey, I'm JJ," he introduces himself.

"Hi JJ, I'm Y/n," I respond warmly, my interest piqued. John B, the boy from the beach, waves at me, and I offer a quick smile before returning my attention to JJ.

"My friend and I saw you, and I thought I'd introduce myself," JJ explains, pointing at John B.

A flirty smile tugs at my lips. "Well, I'm glad he did."

We talk about my move from my hometown to the tranquil island town of Kildare.

"So how come I haven't seen you around yet? It's a small island" JJ asks

"We've been working non-stop to get the store up and running," I explain.

JJ compliments the store, and we talk about surfing and 'The Wreck,' a restaurant owned by his friend Kiara's family. He talks about his tight-knit group, the pouges, I notice he talks about them like they're family.

"Y/n! Enough chit-chat, back to work. There are more records waiting to be unpacked in the back," my dad's voice breaks through, bringing me back to reality.

"Alright, I'm coming!" I reply with a hint of annoyance, not wanting to end the conversation with JJ.

Before I leave, JJ catches my attention again. "Hey, before you go, would you like to join me for dinner tonight?"

A rush of excitement runs through me. "Uhh, yeah," I reply with a light blush and a smile.

"Great! How about The Wreck at 8:30?"

"It's a date," I affirm, my heart racing.

My smile stays on my face all day. I continue unpacking records as thoughts of JJ occupy my mind.

JJ's POV

Grinning ear to ear, I turn back to John B, who's eagerly awaiting the details. "So, how did it go?"

"Really well. We're heading to The Wreck for dinner tonight."

"That's awesome! Just promise me she won't be another hookup. I genuinely think she could fit right in with the pouges."

"I promise, man."

A/N

I wrote this a while ago but I didn't like it so I changed it. I hope its a lot better now 😊.

#jj obx #obx imagine #obx fic #obx jj #obx jj maybank #obx rp #obx x reader

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random2908 · 1 year

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A college... let’s say a friend’s ex invited me to hang out with her and meet her kid today. It was really interesting. Parenthood’s been really good for her; she was always a very low-empathy person but she’s trying really hard for her kid’s sake, to understand what their problems are and deal with them gently.

Her parenting was interesting, as she struggled to decide which external/societal/park/restaurant rules to enforce with her kid and which to let them flout, and how to explain her decisions. Sometimes she’d let her kid do something until I--or in a couple cases a stranger--told her they were significantly getting in strangers’ ways, like, people were tripping over them. (The kid is 6.) So then she’d tell her kid to stop, and she’d say it was because they were tripping strangers, but she had trouble articulating--and they had trouble understanding--why that even matters. (When we were in college together I don’t think she would have thought it did matter.) When they grabbed a salt shaker off someone else’s table at lunch she was able to grab on to “violating other people’s personal boundaries” but that was the closest to a success of articulation that she managed and the kid was dubious about it. Or she’d tell the kid not to do something because it was causing her sensory overload and the kid was not nearly old enough to be self-aware enough to understand what sensory overload meant. I had to make it about me, “hey, every time you bang your knife on the table, it hurts my head a little, could you please stop?” or, “well, we’re eating inside because after a long morning of being out in the bright sun my head is starting to hurt from it, so it just feels nicer to be inside.” and they were so eager to please me, their new friend, that they went along with it immediately as soon as it was about me instead of their mother. Even though the sensory stuff was obviously bothering her a lot more than me.

The kid was very sweet when given the opportunity! I was introduced at the start of the morning as a friend, and of all the people in our group I was the one who drove there with them, so when they needed an adult to cling to, they came to me if I was closer than their mother. They wanted frequent tactile assurance that I was there, usually in the form of resting their head against my belly (that’s how tall they were if we were both standing up). But they had a lot of trouble understanding why they were being asked to do things, didn’t want to do things if they didn’t understand why, and particularly had a lot of trouble understanding why when the answer involved being considerate of strangers. And toward the end, when they were tired and hungry, they were no longer able to listen to why (as inevitably happens with kids who are tired and hungry) and so were unwilling to go along with anything.

Anyway, I thought the contrast between “that sound is hurting me, your new friend, so please stop” working well and “please don’t trip strangers” working poorly was pretty interesting. I wonder if I could have leveraged that on their mother at 20 if I’d known to try that tack. I kind of doubt it, I kind of think that’s the sort of thing that works particularly well on a 6-year-old and particularly poorly on a 20-year-old. And I, at 21, mostly wasn’t willing to express the necessary vulnerability to attempt it anyway, in case it backfired.

There was one moment toward the end, on the way to lunch. They wanted to do their seatbelt, but it was a new car and the seatbelt was tricky, especially for small arms trying to reach down from a carseat. Eventually they got really frustrated and I reached back and offered to help, and they let me. Then they remember their ipad was in the trunk and undid their seatbelt again, only to be told it was a 6 minute drive and we weren’t taking out their ipad for that. So then they struggled to put on their seatbelt again, and I turned back to help them, and they started kicking. I got it on them again, after somewhat more struggle this time because they weren’t cooperating. As we got going my friend said she was proud of how hard they’d tried with the seatbelt, and when we got to the restaurant, they could share a milkshake. (Obviously to pacify the kid for the rest of the short car ride.) The kid screamed, “NO MILKSHAKE!!” So she was like, “ok, no milkshake.” When we parked at the restaurant, she again offered the milkshake as a reward, mainly to get the kid to come out of the car, and the kid responded the same. As she was unpacking the car, I asked them if they didn’t want a milkshake or didn’t feel they’d earned a reward. The kid, half-crying--the most visibly upset they’d been the whole day--said they hadn’t earned it. Neither she nor I really knew what to do from there; we knew what the kid was feeling, but no one from our parents’ generation would have even asked us that question, they would have just assumed we violently didn’t want a milkshake, leading to a meltdown because we did want a milkshake. As we walked to the restaurant she tried to tell her kid that rewards in life were never really commensurate to what’s earned--that she nearly always felt she was given either a lot more or a lot less than she deserved--so she’d learned it was best to take what good things you were given. The kid, tired and hungry, was unfortunately not in a state of mind to process this--but I thought it was a pretty good first stab at the problem.

#when I say she's a low-empathy person who struggles with rules #I mean like when I read Watchmen in my early 20s I found it offputting because Rorschach was basically her #there was one scene where she'd done almost the exact same thing in our friends group #and that's a hard thing to read in a protagonist when you've actually been having to deal with someone like that

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 2 years

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Ambitious

Out of all the things Mo Xuanyu could have been ambitious about, he just had to choose his crushes. Not his studies, not his hobbies, not a career - he was fine being mediocre in those (average, his friend Nie Huaisang often corrected him - "negative self talk ruins your self esteem, A-Yu, and you already have your aunt to do that for you!") but he just had to go out there and harbor a major double crush on the two most attractive and most intelligent and most wanted and most definitely taken (by each other, no less) Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji.

("It's a sign of good taste, Xuanyu!" MianMian had told him once when he bared his soul to her 3 beers in on a Tuesday night after a long string of hard classes. "Everyone's had a crush at least on one of them at some point in their lives. Even I did. It's like a rite of passage or something.")

Except Mo Xuanyu didn't know how to move on from these crushes.

First, because they were perfect. God's gift to Earth, in fact - or at least that was what Xuanyu thought. They were the opposite ends of the hotness spectrum: one charismatic and sociable and mischevious, the other cold, calculated and mysterious. Both of them unbearably attractive.

And second - because Mo Xuanyu had somehow become close friends with both of them. He didn't know how, genuinely! They simply clicked with each other when a professor grouped them up for a project and things progressed from there. And it was great!

Except for the fact that Mo Xuanyu felt like the entire butterfly collection he used to have at home (that his bitch of a cousin had thrown out in a fit of idiocy) had come alive inside his stomach every time he was around either of his two friends (or both, actually, which was most often).

And it wasn't fair at all! They were good, kind people and they opened up Mo Xuanyu's social circle a lot, they helped him come out of his shell and introduced him to so many fun opportunities - and there he was, ungrateful, imagining all sorts of things with the both of them, ranging from sweet afternoons baking to... less wholesome situations, all while knowing the two were happy and in love with one another (and definitely not with anyone else, much less someone the likes of Mo Xuanyu, negative self talk be damned).

Regardless, what Mo Xuanyu hadn't considered was the possibility of Wei Ying and Lan Zhan having been so nice to him also because they liked him - romantically. That wasn't in the realm of possibility for him, not even as Xue Yang, his self-proclaimed best friend, had insinuated it (well, maybe insinuation was a bit too elegant of a word, Xue Yang had straight up told Mo Xuanyu the two probably wanted a threeway with him).

Regardless, it was much to Mo Xuanyu's surprise to be taken out to dinner at a fancy local restaurant he could only dream of, at most, bartending at - and asked if he would be willing to try polyamory.

"I know this must seem out of the blue," Wei Ying said and it took all Mo Xuanyu had not to respond with 'no, shit!', "and you don't have to give an answer right now, just think about this and if you'd be willing to try it."

"Have you? Before, I mean..."

"Ah no, Lan Zhan's way too possessive." And the man hummed in acknowledgement as he daintily ate some kind of dish Mo Xuanyu couldn't even be bothered to pronounce correctly.

"But," Wei Ying continued, "we both like you and we have a really good dynamic so far, so we thought it wouldn't hurt to ask, you know?"

"Do not feel pressured." Lan Zhan finally spoke. "If this is not something you would enjoy, it is fine. We can continue our friendship regardless."

"Exactly! So whatever you decide, we are perfectly fine with it, we just want you to be comfortable with it and with us."

"What about..." their families? Their friends? Their reputations? It wasn't just the lifestyle that was still controversial for some, but Mo Xuanyu himself. There had been some scandals ("the devil works hard but Meng Yao works harder" in the wise words of a drunk Nie Huaisang) and people sometimes still looked weirdly towards Mo Xuanyu and whoever associated with him. Last thing he wanted was Wei Ying and Lan Zhan to go through that kind of thing.

"Do not worry about such things." Lan Zhan said, as if reading Xuanyu's mind.

"It's not like we're the kind of people that care what others think. And we know the truth anyway, so it doesn't matter."

That was true, Xuanyu conceded.

"But anyway, it's up to you, and what you want."

And that had been probably the first time Mo Xuanyu had been allowed to choose for himself.

He would make it count.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #writing attempts #my first attempt at writing polyamory (kind of?)#i did my best to be respectful and i hope this isnt offensive or stereotypical #maybe ill write a pt 2 #(i say with 100 part 2s to write for other stories lmao)#anyway im a huge fan of wwx/mxy/lwj bc mxy deserves some love!!

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“My father told me: Ana, Davide is from another world, we are people next door.”

When young Ana Galocha (Seville, 1985) drew for hours at her home in Mairena del Alcor, she had no idea how her life would change in 2014. While working at the Shoko nightclub in Madrid, where she had settled six years earlier to become an actress, a friend wanted to introduce her to Davide, the son of Carlo Ancelotti, but she did not show much interest. "I didn't know anything about football. I pictured him as a typical goofball. We started talking and two months later he went to Seville to surprise me. I told him I couldn't stay because I rarely go to Seville because I can't afford it, and when I do, it's with my family. If he wanted to see me, he had to come to my parents' house for dinner. And he came!” Ana explains. Their worlds were polar opposites. Ana's father, an electrician, worked at the Morón de la Frontera air base, and her mother "in factories, picking fruit, olives ...". Davide (Parma, 1989) was a footballer and was already a physical trainer working with his father at Real Madrid. “My father told me: Ana, Davide is from another world, we are people next door. He was afraid I was just a whim of him". But they continued their relationship. "Now my parents defend him more than I do when we fight!" she smiles. Galocha lives discreetly and gets nervous at the beginning of the interview. At the age of 21, she came to Madrid to study Interpretation. “I had a hard time making ends meet. I shared an apartment, worked as a flight attendant, waitress, reporter ... One day my mother came to me, opened the refrigerator and saw that it was empty. She didn't say anything to me, but she started crying again because I had nothing to eat. I was about to give up, but I kept going, and that's how life got me to where I am now." - she says. Today, she still lives in the capital with Davide and her twins, Leo and Lucas, and can do what she has loved most since she was a child: painting. “My photos inspire me. I try to have fun, I try colors, shapes, techniques... I'm self-taught. I graduated from art high school, but I didn't want to go to art because they made me paint with deadlines and what they wanted, which made me lose my love for what I liked the most.” Even though she hasn't exhibited her work yet and has sold a few paintings ("I'm a very bad seller"), she has a waiting list. "It's special when I paint my children, but the most significant drawing was a portrait of my grandfather, which I made in pencil, gave it to him, and he kept it at home until he died." During these eight years he accompanied Davide to Naples, Liverpool, Parma and Munich. “When he was without a team, we lived in my city and he has adapted phenomenally, he is very humble and more urban than me!” she laughs. “He is calm and I am very impulsive. He likes to be at home and I like to go out. He is very shy and I am not at all. But our secret is to trust and respect our spaces.” It's hard for her to remember the exact day of the proposal, which was in 2017. “It was the last day of our holiday in Formentera. We were going to dinner, Carlo (Ancelotti) called us and kept asking about dinner. He was his son's accomplice! We got to the restaurant and there was a flamenco group that I love and that Davide had hired. We had a bottle of wine and he asked me if we could order another. I was surprised because there were two of us. We ask for it and we invite musicians. And there he put a ring on me. I was empty and it took me a while to say yes." - she's joking. Twice they had to cancel the wedding due to the pandemic, and a week before the wedding, Ana showed off her impulsiveness. “I had a wedding dress ready for two years, but I got bored of it. I went to Barcelona alone. I tried one on a mannequin and three days before the wedding they shipped it to my house. Our wedding reception was a great surprise along with the celebration our friends organized for us.” Of course, their families were with them, who experienced this day intensively. "Carlo is a very calm and friendly man. We get along really well. At first it's hard for him to open up, but then ... he loves jokes. He speaks Spanish and Italian, and I don't understand most of them, but I burst out laughing. Besides, he likes flamenco and as a grandfather he is wonderful, although he works a lot and we don't see each other as often as we would like. We go to his house in the summer and he loves to cook pasta for the whole family. He is a great cook.” - says Ana about the coach of Real Madrid. Ana Galocha's future is not yet written. She has many dreams to fulfill. "I'm back in acting and doing a DJ course. I want to enjoy my paintings and I have no great ambitions in this respect.” As for the new movement, he has everything clear. “Davide is not going to China! He really wants to work in teams in Europe, but if he went to China, I would go with him."

#Ana Galocha #Davide Ancelotti #Real Madrid #Interview

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violetsandfluff · 2 years

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Some Things Are Meant to Be

Masterpost

Word count: 1k+

Pairing: female!reader and Luke Hemmings

Genre: fluff, still a slow burn

Warnings: slow burn, hopeless obsession, yk…

Inspired by:

like a river flows surely to the sea, darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be.

Taglist: @chocochipcookie305

“Y/N, right?” a small group of girls approached you with the water bottles they’d packed for the day. “Can we sit by you? We’re a little nervous for uni and all.”

“Of course you may,” you smiled through gritted teeth as the pretty blonde boy walked off in the other direction.

Whatever, you decided. He probably knew other people here.

“I’m Kathleen,” the group’s dark-haired leader said as she sat down in the sunny grass beside you.

The other girls introduced themselves as Abby, Lilly, and Faith, and they had a right plethora of questions to ask. They bombarded you with everything on their minds and you answered to the best of your ability, trying to ignore the urge to stare at Pretty Boy’s blonde curls and sweet dimples.

He. Could. Wait. Couldn’t he?

The other three nodded.

“Are you staying there?” you prompted, and they shook their heads no.

“But they are.” Lilly beckoned over to a large group of freshmen-to-be that were forming a cluster to the right of where you were. In the midst of them was Him.

His golden hair framed his face like a halo. This was actually sick. How could someone be so innocently hot?

“You wanna come get some lunch with us once this is done?” Kathleen suggested. “We know a good Chinese place just up the street a bit.”

“That sounds great!” you said, trying to sound cordial rather than irritable. “I… love… Chinese food!”

—-

“Why are they following us?” Abby scoffed as she threw a glance over her shoulder.

“They can’t get enough of our immaculate vibe,” Kathy joked.

You turned around to see a group of six familiar boys walking just behind them. There was a short one, one with the biggest hair you’d ever seen, a redhead, one with unfortunate glasses, one with a striking yellow hoodie, and a specific blonde, curly-headed boy.

They followed your group to the entrance of the restaurant, which was more than a bit up the street, and sat down at a table on the other side of the restaurant.

Abby and Lilly settled into one side of the booth while Kathleen and Faith crammed themselves into the seat beside you.

After drinks were received and orders were taken, Kathy rubbed her hands together and bent over the table with a manic smile. “Fuck, marry, kill, anybody?”

“Yes please!” Abby cried in delight. “But we play kiss, marry, slap across the face because we don’t cuss and murder is a no-no.”

“Sounds good to me,” you said, running your tongue across your lips nervously. “Who should start?”

“I will,” Faith volunteered. “Kiss, marry, slap… Harry Styles, Justin Timberlake, Jungkook.”

“Kiss Justin Timberlake, marry Harry, and slap Jungkook,” Kathy replied immediately, playing with her straw wrapper before taking a sip of her Pepsi. “Who likes BTS, anyways?”

“Excuse me, I do!” Abby huffed in mock annoyance. “So I’ll kiss Justin, marry Jungkook, and slap Mr. Styles, your beloved, into next year.”

“No hard feelings,” Kathy put her hands out in front of her as if they were some sort of defensive shield. “No need to be mean about it.”

“Slap them all,” Lilly said, twisting her hair around her finger. “If you want good music, you’ve gotta go way back in time.”

“Let’s marry a centuries dead man!” Faith exclaimed with animated hand gestures. “That sounds like a grand adventure, doesn’t it?”

“We’re not fucking music, Lil,” Kathy explained. “Go for looks.”

“What do they even look like?” Lilly rested her head on her arms on the table. “Who’s the hottest?”

“Let Y/N decide,” Abby suggested wisely.

“Err…” you croaked, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. “K-kiss Jungkook… marry Harry Styles, and kill—slap—Justin Timberlake?”

“I respect that,” Kathy nodded. “Faith, why don’t you come up with one?”

“How about them?” she beckoned with a smirk to the boys’ table. “Kiss, marry, slap… Ashton, Peter, and Wesley.”

“Who?” you asked, flushing crimson.

“Ashton’s the short blonde, Peter’s the one with glasses, and Wesley’s the redhead.”

“Oh… well… kiss Peter, marry Ashton, and slap Wesley?”

“No, Y/N,” Kathy laughed, slamming a hand down onto the table. “Ashton’s a dumbass. On second thought, they’re all dumbasses. Let’s move on. Y/N, got anything for us?”

“Who are the other three?” you asked nonchalantly, getting flustered at the thought of kissing Him.

“Parker, Caden, and Luke.”

“Which one’s which?”

“Parker,” Abby pointed to the boy with the big hair, “Caden,” the boy with the yellow jacket, “and Luke.”

“Fuck, marry, kill Parker, Caden, and Luke.”

“Kiss, marry, slap,” Faith corrected. “Kiss Parker, marry Luke, and slap Caden. It should be illegal to wear a hoodie like that.”

“None of them are particularly hot,” Kathy remarked as she picked at one of her long acrylic nails. “Abby, Lilly, Y/N? Do you have answers?”

“Slap Luke,” Lilly giggled.

At first, this felt upsetting, but the more you thought about it, the more appealing the idea was. “Slap Luke,” you agreed with a smile.

“What makes you say that?” Kathleen looked up, suddenly interested.

“He looks like he needs it,” you lied through gritted teeth. Your real reasoning was that you’d be able to touch his soft cheeks.

After you had eaten your food, you opened your fortune cookies together.

“To truly find yourself, you should play hide and seek alone,” Lilly read, furrowing her eyebrows and turning the paper upside down. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Heck, Lil,” Faith corrected. “Mine says, our brightest blazes of gladness are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks. Whatever that means. Read yours, Kat, you always get good ones.”

“Soon you will receive a letter from a loved one. Whatever?”

“Something wonderful is about to happy. That’s really nice for me, I guess. Read yours, Y/N. Maybe it’s decent.”

“Relationships are like investments. The more you put in… the greater your return.”

Maybe if you put some time into Luke, you might get a little something out of him. He was staying at the same place as you, after all. He shouldn’t be that hard to locate.

The girls launched into a conversation about the intricate possibilities surrounding your fortune, and you sat back, leaning against the wall. How many floors were in the hotel? How many rooms?

How many chances that Luke was your neighbor?

#Spotify #Luke Hemmings #Luke hemmings imagine #Luke hemmings fanfic #Luke hemmings fluff #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos imagine #you ain’t nothing but a heartache #can’t help falling in love #haley reinhart #luke hemmings x reader #fanfic #imagine #fluff #flutterfly alley #yellow 💛 heart

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spinningwebsandtales · 2 years

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Imagine Date Night With Robert “Bob” Floyd

Robert “Bob” Floyd X FemReader

Warnings: None

Words: 1,302

As requested by a friend who wanted a Bob Imagine when I had one already in the works.

When your father had taken you onto the Naval Air Base he worked at, you never expected you would meet a guy who could be as sweet and timid as Robert “Bob” Floyd. Normally you were floored by the size of the egos on the pilots that came to try their skills at becoming Top Gun but this time you were taken by surprise by Bob’s ability to be kind. Phoenix had introduced you to her WSO who seemed to be staring at you from across the base and you two really hit it off. Phoenix was secretly cheering Bob and you on and once he announced he was taking you out this evening she gave a loud cheer. Rooster patted the man on the back causing him to stumble forward while Hangman teased him about finally getting a girl.

Your father didn’t much enjoy that you were going to date a pilot but he couldn’t complain too bad since Lieutenant Floyd seemed to have his head on straight. That’s how you found yourself walking hand in hand with Bob enjoying the night scenery as a continuous blush tinted his cheeks. While he cut a sharp image in his Navy uniform there was something about Bob in civilian clothes that intrigued you. There was a festival happening downtown and instead of sitting in some stuffy or boring restaurant Bob took you there. He didn’t speak much but you found that you didn’t mind that very much at all. His actions spoke louder than anything when he kept you from being knocked over by a group not paying attention, or steering you away from a puddle that would have soaked your sandals. You also could have sworn that you heard him curse under his breath when a couple of guys invited to leave Bob for them. You politely declined their offer which made them try harder until you got angry and told them off. Bob laughed under his breath leading you onward, deeper into the festival where the food vendors had lined their stands.

“What made you want to fly Bob,” you asked making small talk while you waited on your food.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Just being in the sky is something that always excites me. I also enjoy having a partner. They can concentrate on the flying and I can provide all the support with weapons and watch our backs.”

“Sounds complicated,” you replied before turning your attention to the guy holding out your order. You thanked him before following Bob again.

“Not really,” Bob said setting his things down on an empty table. You brushed crumbs from the tabletop before setting yours down right beside him.

“Phoenix is definitely one of the best pilots I’ve ever partnered with.”

“I’m glad you both got to become teammates. It seems like the Top Gun class has a really good group this year. Not like the class isn’t good every year y’know being the best of the best and all.”

Bob chuckled, “Well we do have Rooster and Hangman. Though one’s attitude leaves a lot to be desired.”

You laughed this time, “Let me guess. Hangman?”

“Maybe you should be in Top Gun you annihilated the target first time,” Bob praised.

“Ha! Not really, Hangman’s reputation is notoriously known around the Navy. I hear all the juicy gossip thanks to dad. Pretty sure my parents would have a stroke if I joined the Navy. It’s kinda been a nightmare growing up with a Navy dad. Moving every where not being able to make friends and keep them but honestly I wouldn’t trade my childhood. Growing up on Naval bases was really cool. All the big planes and ships and it always felt like I was surrounded by all kinds of big brothers and sisters.”

“So what does he think of you dating a guy like me,” Bob blushed though he tried to hide it behind his food.

You elbowed him while enjoying another bite of food, “He didn’t like it at all until I told him who. He was afraid I was going to say Hangman or heaven forbid Maverick.”

“Maverick,” Bob choked.

You laughed harder, “He has a thing for ticking off Admirals via their daughters.”

“I can see that,” he nodded.

“I can’t help but think that I got picked out by the best of the Top Gun litter,” you teased.

The night continued on as more people arrived to enjoy the festivities happening all around. While you were enjoying spending time with Bob it was starting to get a little too crowded for your tastes. Bob could sense your discomfort so he suggested getting dessert and leaving. Maybe taking a stroll on a quieter side of the beach. You agreed immediately and pointed towards a funnel cake stand. With treats in hand Bob made his way to where you both had entered hours before. You weren’t paying attention when a group of kids rammed into you causing a ruckus. Your funnel cake fell to the street and kids started crying.

“Hey,” you cooed, “it’s okay just take this as a lesson to watch where you’re going.”

They nodded sniffling while you picked up the trash and throwing it away. “Go on,” you shooed, “go find your parents.”

Off they went and you retook Bob’s hand. “Don’t you want to go back and get another one,” he offered.

“Nah I didn’t need the sugar anyway,” you replied though deep down you were disappointed that you weren’t going to end the night with something sweet. Bob knew he couldn’t talk you into going to get another one as the crowd started to get bigger so he made a pact with himself that you both could share his. Sounds of the ocean crashing against the shore took the place of the excited chatter of the festival. Bob offered his funnel cake to you.

“That’s alright,” you tried denying but the look on Bob’s face read that he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“We can share mine. I want to share,” he said stubbornly.

“But there’s only one fork,” you continued.

“We’ll share that too,” Bob refused to back down though the thought of the indirect kiss flustered him.

“Okay you win,” you sighed taking the fork and cutting off a bite. The crispy texture and powdered sugar melting in your mouth made you hum. “That’s so good!”

You handed back the fork to which Bob just stared. “I don’t have cooties,” you snorted.

“I know that,” Bob shouted his voice breaking. He couldn’t stop looking at the plastic fork then to your lips. You were licking powdered sugar off your fingers when Bob suddenly leaned in. Surprising you he took your mouth savoring the flavor of funnel cake that remained. You froze unable to think for a moment, his kiss shorting out your brain. Bob released you sitting back.

“You’re right it is delicious.”

“I don’t know if the funnel cake was more delicious or that kiss,” you shivered when a breeze fluttered your hair piercing through your clothes.

“Well I thought that I wanted to taste the real thing before I had a bite with the fork you just used.”

“Man Bob who knew you could be so suave,” you pecked his cheek.

“I can move fast when I want to. I am a Naval Aviator remember,” he replied taking another bite of funnel cake and handing the fork back.

“Touché suave Bob. Touché,” you said. As you sat eating funnel cake and watching the ocean you couldn’t help but not want the night to end. That’s when you decided that everything had been perfect and Bob was completely perfect. And what started out as just a glance across the airfield was starting to grow into something more.

#Robert Floyd X Reader #Robert Floyd / Reader #Bob X Reader #Bob / Reader #Top Gun #Top Gun Maverick #Top Gun Imagine #Bob Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

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rosentinted · 6 months

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updated: 13 december 2023

000. basics

hi, i’m ness and i’m looking for rp partners in doubles rp on discord.

so yeah, i'm looking for people who are willing to rp oc x idol for me. in exchange, i will do oc x idol or idol x idol for you. i write a couple of groups and soloists, but i might add more once i get to know the members better. please only request groups i already listed below for your side of the rp.

groups: bts, stray kids, got7, monsta x, nct, (g)i-dle, twice, loona, red velvet, blackpink.

soloists: zitao, zico, jay park, cl, iu.

001. guidelines

you must be twenty or older.

you must also be familiar with tupperbox, or willing to learn about it.

i will write all kinds of ships, like m/f, f/f, m/nb, nb/nb, etc.

i am not comfortable writing smut with idols, but things can still get pretty heated. i'm still open to suggestive themes and fade-to-black for implied smut, just not explicit detail.

semi-lit to literate partners. i write a minimum of 2 paragraphs per response, and i only write in 3rd person pov & present tense.

i'm looking for partners who are okay with lax activity. i'm talking okay with only one response a week, and no hounding for faster replies. this is a hobby, and i intend to keep it fun and light.

put in effort for both sides of the roleplay. if you only consistently reply with long paragraphs to your side of the rp, i expect you do the same for my side. if i feel you're not putting any effort in my side of the rp at all, i will talk to you about it. if it continues, i will drop both rps.

lastly, i'm here to have fun, and i want you to feel the same way. if anything i say or do makes you uncomfortable, please let me know and i'll remedy it. if you feel better dropping the rp and distancing from me, you may let me know or just do what's best for you.

002. requesting a roleplay

if you’re interested, please send me an ask or message with the following info in this format:

name: the name you want to be called

pronouns: so i don't misgender you

age: use numbers for exact age or age range

discord: your discord id so i can add you

ship: oc x (idol's name you want for your oc) / (idol's name you want to rp) x (idol's name you want to ship)

groups/soloists: list any groups or soloists you can rp for my oc

triggers/banned topics: anything you'd like to avoid in chat or rp

prompt/plot: this is for the plot you want to rp for your side

writing sample: minimum of 2 paragraphs ; a link to your sample also works

don't worry if you send it an ask, because it will not be published. i might not also rp with everyone who reaches out if i don't like the plot or i feel like our writing styles won't match. i'll still let reach out and see if we can compromise.

003. the banned list

i’m very into dark plots and themes, but i won't say no to lighter themes and plots. i'm pretty adaptable, however i do get bored if there's no action going on. it doesn't have to be majorly earth-shattering or some extreme conflict.

i'm just asking if you want to say do a domestic plot, please introduce some kind of conflict. maybe there's a reservation they had planned weeks ago, but someone made a scheduling mistake, so now they have to choose between the dinner reservation or the job meeting. or maybe someone's just running late while the other's already waiting at the restaurant. just something to keep the excitement going, and it's not just tooth-rotting fluff all the time.

these, however, are banned plots / themes that i will not do whatsoever:

idols being themselves as idols

abo dynamics or omegaverse

homophobic / transphobic / xenophobic / etc. themes

004. conclusion

i promise i'm not super mean or strict as my post suggests. like i am happy to just chat with my partners about anything and everything, it doesn't even have to be about our rp. i'm also happy to share like inspo posts, musings, headcanons, or pinterest boards about our rps, so don't be put off.

if we get along, that's great and awesome, and i can't wait to write with you! if we don't, that's cool too, and i hope you find the partners who fit for you!

this is such a long post, but thank you for reading! i hope to hear from you soon 💙

* note: you can use the tags below to look through my wanted plots, writing samples, wanted opposites, and muse faceclaims.

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