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softpatts · 3 years

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꒦꒷ִֶָ· . the obey me characters preferred nicknames (as well as their reactions because i cant stay on topic)

warnings: none !!

fandom: Obey Me!

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ᜊʕ っ◞ ˕ ◟c ʔ.. ♡︎ 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠: ayee im,, not dead ^^; im soso sorry for not posting- havent had much motivation to write latley,, as you can probably tell !! so again,, sorry !! but have these,, kinda shitty headcanons ~ !! <3

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𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛:

- hes really old fashioned with pet names

- will automatically call you "Darling",, no i dont take criticism

- as the relationship progresses hell call you more,, such as sweetheart,, doll,, mine,, pos s i b l y babydoll though im a bit iffy on that one

- hes just a sucker for nicknames like those,, the old sappy ones,, and god the way he says it fits perfectly,, just the slight accent he puts into it is,, mWAH

- as for him,, he doesnt have any preffered nicknames,, but something about the way his name sounds coming out of your mouth

- god he loves it so much

- though besides his name his favorite would probably be darling/my love

- it seems so intimate and he loves how hes the only one you call that,, nobody else

𝙼𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗:

- weve seen what this man calles MC,, his human,, he likes most nicknames as long as theres "my" in front of it

- though the ones he called you most are stupid,, idiot,, dummy,, you can see the pattern

- while that i s how he expresses his love,, if he sees its bothering you even the slightest bit hell stop right away

- hes pretty rough with affection,, but he wILL call you doll,, no doubt about it

- and the way it soUN D S AAA it sounds so pretty and god its just,, wow

- when it comes to calling HIM nicknames,, he loves being called baby (or baby boy,, but hell never admit to that one)

- no matter how long you two have been together hell get extremely blushy n flustered whenever you call him that,, hell tell you to shut up,, spoiler alert he doesnt want you to

- please keep calling him that he loves it akdhsk

𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚒:

- hes extremely akward with it at first,, and youll probably have to bring it up first

- i feel like hell call you his "irl waifu" alot,, or hell call you his "henry"

- though in the private of his or your room,, hell call you really sappy names like princess,, baby,, or anything with "my" in front of it,, though he only really calls you baby when youre teasing him

- hell stretch out the "y" n say it in a really whiny voice aA

- the first time he called you princess was one night,, after staying up for days on end,, he finally crashed,, he was close to passing out while leaning against you

- though before he fell asleep you heard him whisper a soft "night princess" AND OH MY GOD AKDHSK

- switching to him now,, he loves it when you call him handsome,, or your prince

- every time itll make his heart soar and hell turn into a fumbling blushy mess,, like mammon he wILL call you stupid,, and tell you to shut up

- once agAIN DONT- DONT SHUT UP HE LOVES IT

- theres been many occasions where hes accidentally called you a really cheesy cutsey nickname in front of mammon,, and god he never lets it go

- hell tease levi endlessly,, mocking him in a wierd voice that you assume was supposed to be levis..?

- but no matter how much he gets teased for it,, he loves being called pet names

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗:

-hell definitely call you kitty,,, doesn’t matter where,, in the bedroom,, in front of his brothers,, even in the presence of Lord Diavolo himself

- he thinks it fits !! seeing as he likes cats,,, and likes you even more,, what better than to call you his kitty??

- I feel like he’s also the type of person to call you baby,, but in a really deep n fancy voice,, fancy?? I think that’s right AKDHSK

- but he loves your reactions,, no matter if it’s getting extremely flustered,, or you doing it right back to him !!

- the first time Lucifer heard him call you kitty,, mans spit out his drink- he was,, surprised to say the least??

- after that it just pissed him off,, so aye another reason to keep calling you his kitty !!

- he enjoys any nicknames,, though if you call him master- WOOH lemme just say this man will go feral aA he loves it,, he’ll get flustered if it’s in a public setting though- he’s all for calling you embarrassing nicknames but when you flip it around all of a sudden he’s against it 😞

- (just saying,, thats a lie- he loves it when you call him that in public akdhdk he likes people knowing he’s yours as much as you’re his !!

𝙰𝚜𝚖𝚘:

-he calls you baby,, precious,, cutie,, all tho s e akdhsk

- hell do it in a real,y high pitched,, almost baby voice n it’s sweet at first,, but gets annoying when he wONT SHUT UP

- if he knows it annoys you,, no he won’t stop,, he’ll do the opposite in fact,, he’ll do it even more !!

- if you start getting “angry” he’ll drape himself over you n try to kiss you while saying “you know you love meeee” drawing out the e

- when he does that the others swear he drunk,, actually drunk?? no,, love drunk?? yes,, yes very much

- he loves you,, and he’s not gonna stop showing you exactly how much he loves you !!

- now that’s what he calls you,, but ypu calling hIM nicknames ><

- he lOVES LO V E S it when you call him things like "pretty boy" "cutie" "handsome"

- they just make his heart flutter,,, and though he may get those all the time,, them coming from you just makes it an absolute gift

- hell often retort back with one of your nicknames

- "what are ya doing handsome??"

- "nothing really cutie~ i was planning on going to this new salon that opened up though,, would you like to come?"

- something about you calling him nicknames just,, mwah !!

- he also loves when you call his personality pretty,, or compliment his personality/traits,, hes used to compliments about his physical body,, but hi m and what he can actually do makes his heart flutter,, and hed actually get somewhat flustered !!

𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚕:

- He definitley calls you sth food related,, his creampuff,, dumpling,, honey,, sweetheart,, just really sweet n nice nicknames,,, he loves the way it sounds when he talks to you

- the first time he called you that was in the kitchen,, he had heard satan talking about these things that were common in relationships called "pet names"

- so you walked into the kitchen one night n it was the first thing that came to his mine

- "hey there creampuff,,"

- wh a t

- you had to do a double take,, but,, after a few seconds you answered

- "is something wrong??" please he thought he made you uncomfy,, or satan was wrong,,,

- "no !! i just,,, wansnt expecting that from you"

- hell call you nicknames ALOT

- first thing in the morning,, randomly in the hallway,, just anytime hes able to hell call you nicknames,, its gone to the point where hell rarley call you by your actual name

- he loves it when you call him "my man",, "baby",, "sweetheart",, but his favorite would have to be "my love"

- nicknames with "my" in them make his heart flutter

- the first time you called him a nickname he froze up and got all blushy

- he didnt at all exepect that,, and you sounded so casual??? what???

- he pulled you over you him,, wrapped his arms around you,, and rested his head on top of yours

- he didnt let go for,, quite a while

𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚎:

- belphie isnt actually one for nicknames,,, he doesnt think it makes any sense,, why should he call you anything other than your name??

- though if you ask,, or it comes up at all that you want him to call you something,, hell do it without hesitation- aksjak

- he calls you sleepyhead. No i dont take criticism- it doesnt matter if you nap as much as him or not hes calling you sleepyhead

- i feel like he also might call you his light,, or his sunshine,, just because of how he met you,,, n how at some points you seem like the only good thing in his life at that moment,,,

- "i love you, my light,, more than i could ever tell you."

- AAAAAAAAAAAAAA GOD PLEASE AKSJAJS

- as for you calling him nicknames,, he could really care less,, as long as its from you he loves it

- one of his favorites is "my moon" you just,, came up with it one day,, and he stuck with it,, and its gotten to the point where hell barley answer to his own name,, which can get him in a bit of trouble

- "belphie !! get yer ass up and help me with this !!"

- "belphie."

-"BELPHIE!!"

- "hm? Oh were you saying something?"

- "yes i called your name like a hundred times or somethin !!"

- sometimes he just doesnt answer you when you call him by his name,, and hell wait and stare at you until you until you call him by his nickname

𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠 🏷️:

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#obey me x reader #mammon x reader #lucifer x reader #levi x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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syiano · 3 years

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so like lokis my comfort character, so could u do a headcannon for loki reading a book to reader? and theyre just cuddling and he reads to reader- (ps ur posts are like awesome btw and they genuinely make me smile)

AYEE AND TYSM DUDE-💕

(Also sorry this was so late-)

{Requested}

Loki x Male!Reader

Loki Reading To You Headcanons

🐍The first time he read to you was when it was late at night and you couldn't sleep. You were snuggled up against him, your head laying on his shoulder as he reads softly to you.

🐍Sometimes you lay your head on his lap as he reads to you. He's a little surprised at how you're so close to him, and you noticed due to how he tensed up when you did.

🐍Loki's body is...oddly cold, so he doesn't get why you insist on snuggling against him, but he didn't mention it due to his, er, origins.

🐍He sometimes lets you pick out a book that he can read out to you (even if he thinks the book you picked out was boring to him, but it does it for your sake).

🐍If the two of you are into a book series, you're definitely going to read together.

🐍Loki may go ahead and do spoiler though.

🐍If you need something read out loud to you if it's work, then he will. (Que Thor or Natasha walking in and witnessing this)

🐍His voice can be really gentle and soothing, which maybe can help you focus much more easily.

🐍Loki offers to read to you you're favorite story if you're feeling anxious.

🐍Or when you would come home from an exhausting day.

🐍The best time he can read to you is during rainy days; you're all snuggled up against him as he wraps you in one of his blankets, and he makes some tea for you.

#Marvel Headcanons #Avengers Headcanons #Loki Headcanons #loki x male!reader #Loki x male reader #Requested

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tenglows · 4 years

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in the name of the old days

summary: it’s the last day of the year and you’re feeling nostalgic. you come across the twitter of the boy who used to be your best friend a few years ago, and decide to message him.

category: fluff, a bit of angst? maybe??, internet friend!mark

it was currently december 31, at half past one am, and you were scrolling on twitter

some chuckles here and there while reading your friend’s posts about timothee chalamet

you were about to close the app to go brush your teeth and prepare for bed

when your eyes wandered off and focused on another tweet

“almost 2020 and still no flying cars” read the tweet

from @/markly_

this made you sit straight in your mattress

you clicked on his profile

you two still followed each other

there weren’t a lot of recents tweets, so that’s why you figured you hadn’t come across the boy’s twitter sooner

plus; lately you weren’t the type to be so active on social media either

you mentally counted the years since you first met mark lee

it was 2019 (almost 2020) now and you guys had met in 2015

you had gotten involved in a drama with a one direction stan, you being part of 5sos stan twitter

and mark, little mix stan, had defended you

it was in the middle of the zayn and perrie scandal, so he assured both of your teams had to stick together to defeat one direction’s fans

you became mutuals after that

and you soon realized that mark had the tendency to initiate lots of twitter fights

often with the people that would bash perrie and her group

your friendship rose as the two of you took turns defending the other one on those enfrentations

you don’t know how but all of the sudden there was no day you wouldn’t talk to mark

you were both 16 at the time, you being older just by a few months

you guys would talk about everything and anything

and basically grew up together

you were there for him when school got hard and future scared him

he was there for you when you faced a pretty bad relationship

and you honestly considered him your best friend

sleepless nights with him on facetime were one of the things you looked forward to the most

hearing him talk about his day

him showing you a new song he learned on the guitar, or him playing some melodies and lyrics he composed himself every now and then

watching the same movie or show at the same time on your respective screens

struggling to press play together to match the exact second

“i totally knew he was gonna die”

“shut up you’re way ahead!!!!”

you had other friends at school, too

but mark was just mark

and you two had such a loving bond, you were so close you took him with you to everywhere you went

you just wished you had him closer

at least you were both from canada

him being from vancouver and you from quebec

you had made lots of plans about meeting in real life, and you genuinely believed they would come about

but it is true that time passes and people drift apart

you were about to begin college and made new friends

mark moved out to toronto

and gradually, the responses took longer

and the calls had kinda been left aside

until one of you just stopped replying

you honestly don’t remember who it was

but there isn’t really a reason, either

you just parted ways

and it’s fine, it’s human and natural and normal

but now looking at his profile picture: a polaroid of him hugging another boy

you felt as if a bucket of cold and frostbound nostalgia had been dumped over your head

you recognized his moles, and how he had the same smile

his header picture was a guitar

and it wasn’t the same he used to have, but something about him still liking music made you feel warm

it’s always astonishing to see how the life of a person who is no longer in yours just,,,

goes on

and you aren’t aware of a thing about their existence

or even think about them

so it’s almost as they don’t exist

but now you know mark still exists

and it’s so weird to think about how your lives had been so overlapped, so united

and now you didn’t know anything about him

the mix of reminiscence about this and the year ending

resulted in your impulsive fingers pressing the envelope icon in mark’s profile

you stayed like that for a few minutes, writing and deleting messages. the sentences you thought about never feeling enough

you sighed as you told yourself this would be the last attempt

“hi mark, i’m not sure if you remember me but i saw you on my tl and it made me want to check on you! maybe this message will disappear into thin air but i just wanted to try. i hope you’re doing well <3”

you stared at the blue bubble of text almost without blinking for a moment

maybe he didn’t want to talk to you, and it was okay. you stopped talking in 2017, almost three years had passed

you thought looking at yourself in the mirror while you brushed your teeth

you came back to your room and turned off your lights, ready to go to sleep

but when you grabbed your phone with the intention to charge it, you saw you had a twitter notification

“y/n! how could i forget about you? haha it’s been so long two years without talking. how are you? how’s life? tell me something”

an instant smile started growing upon your face

the way he texted was the same as before

and you missed his haha

two and a half hours into the night you felt as if you were stuck in 2015 all over again

you had always had this fluidity at the time of talking with mark

the conversation just,, bloomed

he told you he still lived in new york, but he was actually gonna move back to toronto in a couple of months

he was majoring in music and owned a soundcloud rap account, and he had gotten quite popular as well

you mentioned how you had changed majors

what started as you being a marketing management major ended up on you leaning towards philosophy

something that no one had seen coming

so you expected the same reaction from mark

“i can totally see it, you always liked to think and question everything a little too much”

and that comment made you feel thrilled in your stomach, to say the least

even after all these years

mark was probably the person who knew you the most

days passed

weeks, even

and what you thought was just a conversation remembering the old days and filling the other in on your life

just,,, never stopped

mark and you went back to talking every day

everything felt the same as it did before

because after all, it was the same mark. it was always mark

still, the day you had agreed on facetiming for the first time again you felt kinda nervous

what if you ran out of what to talk about? what if it was suddenly weird?

and when you picked up the call and found yourself face to face with a flustered mark you knew he felt the same

you both hesitated as to who would speak first

him being the one to break the ice

“hey y/n” he giggled

“wow, your voice has gotten deeper”

he laughed loudly at your honesty, making you laugh back

“your hair is shorter”

“i know right? it was so long, i just got fed up of it reaching my waist”

“i like it, it looks pretty” he paused “you look pretty”

and in that moment you wondered how your heart could be beating this hard at a blurry screen with poor connection

comments like that kept making an appearance as time went by, sometimes from mark and eventually from your part

and that was the only thing that differed from the relationship you used to have with the one you had now

was it flirting? you didn’t know

but you had never thought of mark the way you think about him now

“so? what do you think?”

you set the phone on your desk as you walked away and showed mark your white dress. you were on your way to a costume party one of your friend’s brother was throwing, and even though it was cliché, you couldn’t be bothered to think of a more ingenious costume than a traditional angel

mark took his time fixing his gaze on you, his eyes getting closer to concentrate on what the vague wifi let him

“i can’t recognize the costume”

“what do you mean? i’m literally wearing wings and a halo”

“could it be because you always look like an angel?”

“ayee mark that was cheesy”

“i know, i’m sorry” you both laughed

“but really, you look amazing. go and have fun babe”

then pet names came into play

you weren’t sure what you were doing, but flirting with mark was sweet and fun and innocent

you always found yourself wanting for more

you were yearning for mark, you wanted to see him, listen to him, touch him

and you didn’t know what to do with yourself

until one day he called you out of the blue, which startled you, since he always asked before calling

“hey! were you busy?”

“no no i’m just doing the dishes, what’s up?”

“okay, so you know how i’m moving to toronto in two weeks, right?” you nodded “well, i just managed to change my flight so i would go to quebec for some days before properly settling in toronto, you know since it’s not that far”

“you’re kidding”

“i’m going to visit you!!!!!!!”

he squealed in your ear and you squealed back, scaring your poor cat who was sleeping soundly

after some more yelling, the excitement died out a bit and you stayed in silence for just a few seconds

“i don’t really have a place to stay though” he snorted, embarrassed

“you can always stay with me, mark”

after some long and never-ending hours and days (you had seriously convinced yourself some wrinkles had appeared on your forehead from all the waiting)

it was finally the day you would see mark

it was currently 11 am, mark’s flight was at 1 pm and he would arrive at quebec at approximately a bit less than 3 pm

now, he was at new york’s airport taking care of all the travelling procedures

and you were cleaning up the same spots in your aparment for the fourth time in a row

to say you were nervous was an understanding

you felt like you were going insane

you barely had gotten any sleep the night before, not being able to defeat the crowding thoughts about finally meeting your long-time friend

(who now you wanted to be more than a friend and seeing him physically could totally help with that)

you arranged some lunch for you and your cat (magnus) and sat in front of the tv, wanting to find literally anything that would keep your mind occupied

luckily, it worked, and you let yourself lose track of time

until your phone beeped, indicating you had received a text

“i’m boarding now!! i’ll text you when i get there, can’t wait to see you”

“have a safe flight love”

you sighed dramatically and rested your arm against your forehead

magnus stared at you in confusion and boredom

“magnus, i think i’m going to die”

as promised, mark texted you as soon as the plane landed

you offered to go pick him up at the airport, but he denied, saying he had already scheduled a taxi

so now you were ready and dressed, going all over your apartment non stop

mark was texting you through all the taxi drive and updating you on his location, you growing more and more anxious as you knew he was getting closer

you went to the bathroom and as soon as you stepped out, a knock was heard on your door

it was soft and steady, and you opened your eyes widely when the realization of who the owner of the hand was hit you

you panicked, one last time

you even eyed your room window to check if you had any chance of jumping out and running away

but you took a deep breath and walked decidedly towards your door

you just had to remind yourself it was the same mark as always, and nothing could go wrong if there was him

thus, you opened the door

and the facetime pixels and instagram pictures could have never prepared you for how dreamy mark looked

you two stayed like that for a bit

just watching the other with shy eyes and smiles

you eventually snapped out of your trance and helped mark get his luggage inside

"it's a bit small but i hope you can make yourself comfortable"

"oh please it's perfect, don't worry" he gave you a reassuring smile before getting totally distracted by the fluffy ball of hair in your couch

"oh my god is that magnus!!!!"

after letting mark get comfortable and installed, you guys decided to take a walk and go over your apartment zone, showing mark all your favorite places and memories you had there

it was a bit cold and you were both tightened around your coats

eventually, it was getting late and more chilly

so you opted for going back to your place

as you walked there in a bit of silence, you could feel mark's body getting more close in proximity

you looked at him, his gaze fixed upon the path with a small grin on his lips

you got closer too

and you liked it

it was cold outside but when mark brushed against your body

canada has never felt more like summer

you guys were really close now

as you took step after step, your jackets made static sounds, rubbing against the other

you looked at mark and delicately touched one of his fingers with your pinky, as if asking for permission

he finally looked up from the way and focused on your eyes instead, breaking into a smile once again

he took a peek at your close hands and softly intertwined your fingers

both of your faces reddening, from the low temperature and the feelings that were growing in your stomach

when you got to your apartment you guys were still holding hands, but you realized you had to open the door with that one, and couldn't find the keys in your pocket

"y/n, you will have to let go of my hand to get the keys"

"that's the point. i don't want to"

"y/n, i'm freezing. please open the door i can still hold your hand when we're inside"

and yeah,,

he did

you changed into comfortable and warm clothes and prepared some hot chocolate while mark chose a movie in your laptop

when you entered the room, two mugs in hand

mark was lying on his stomach on your bed, his hand on his chin with his mouth a bit open while concentrating on the variation of movies netflix offered

you felt a shiver down your spine

he really was here

after taking a while to decide on a movie, or at least its genre, you just selected a random title

you turned off the lights and went back to your bed, getting under the covers

and you just felt warm

and whole

maybe more because of mark than the actual sheets that were meant to keep you heated

(he also held your hand the entire time, rubbing his thumb against your palm and drawing invisible figures on it)

your head rested on his shoulder and you went up as the same time his chest did with every breath he took

in some moment you stopped paying attention to the movie

your mind wandered off to thoughts about the boy, about how you have never felt this close to him. you felt like you were really inside his ribcage

still from his shoulder, you moved a bit so you could look at him

his face was glowing

yeah, the images and lights of the computer were reflecting on him

but you meant this boy glowed in the dark

he just had something in him

it was either rays of sunshine or neon paint

but he, in this frosty and amusing night within your bedroom walls, glowed on his own

he turned his gaze towards you too, and tightened the grip on your hand

you felt mark’s arm on your waist and he rearranged the position so you would be on his chest

hearing his heartbeat, it was music

mark always did music. and he himself was music too, his heart creating your new favorite beat

“markie”

“hm?”

“i’m falling asleep” you confessed with a drowsy voice, making him laugh

“let’s turn off the movie, shall we? we can continue it tomorrow”

he shut the laptop closed and placed it on your desk, quickly making his way back to the bed so he would hold you

you had prepared him another bed next to you, a mattress already covered

but he was showing no intentions of moving a muscle

“are you going to sleep here?”

“that was the plan, yeah” he giggled on your neck. you shuddered

“i made the bed just in case”

“i can go there if you prefer”

“no” pause “i want you here”

and he smiled proudly as he hid his face in the crook of your neck

you smelled nice, like coconut and vainilla and all his sweetest dreams combined

and with his arms around your waist he felt strong, like he could defeat anything that the world aimed at him

“do you think it was meant to be that we’re here after all this years? would you consider it destiny?” he thought out loud, gazing at you

“i can’t give you an answer right now”

“fine, philosophy major” he mocked, making you both laugh

“as a philosophy major, i don’t know. destiny is always a tricky thing to discuss”

“but as y/n, yeah, i believe it was meant to be”

he stared at you in awe

“i really want to kiss you right now”

#mark lee au #mark lee scenario #mark lee fluff #nct au #mark lee #nct fluff #superm mark #nct mark #nct #superm #fluff #angst

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bluebellhairpin · 4 years

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Fight or Flight, Rider [4]

Poe Dameron X Pilot!Reader

A/N: MEET THE SILVER SQUADRON PEOPLE! My babies, my pet project, my post precious creation! - Nemo

Summary: (y/n) has never been so excited - today she gets to meet her Resistance Squadron. She finds they all are rather different, but at the end of the dy they still get the job done.

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

[Gif isn’t mine, t’was a Google find. Credit to it’s creator.]

You and Poe didn’t really talk about what happened last night. As cliche as it sounds, you didn’t need to.

You both decided not to bring it up, not because you were embarrassed or avoiding it, but because it would simply be easier that way. Word spread fast in the Resistance, for better or worse, and that could get anywhere by the end of the day.

Today you weren’t worrying about it though, because today was a big day.

Today you officially met your new Squadron, and today you got to fly with them for the first time.

You were even more excited now than what you were when you raced Poe. Joon, your fellow Nephimmian, stood beside you, shaking his head. Not only was he assigned as one of the Lieutenants of your Squad, but you pulled him out of his bunk at daybreak just to get him to wait around with you for the past hour.

“You’re being too loud,” he said, “You need to calm down.”

“Oh,” you scoffed, “I’ve barely said anything since I greeted you!”

“You think very loudly.”

“Shut up Joon, look they’re coming!” you said, ignoring him as he rolled his eyes, looking over at a crew of pilots headed your way.

A blond man approached your first, holding out his hand for you both to shake as he introduced himself.

“Hey, I’m Commander Gareth Longo, Poe’s told me a little about you two and your venture to help everyone off Creit. Very noble thing for you to do.”

“It wasn’t just us, sir.” Joon said, staying professional as ever, while you rolled on the balls of your feet.

“It’s appreciated just the same Lieutenant. Now let’s introduce you to the others.” Gareth said, turning to the others that came with him.

“That’s Captain Dalyn Menryth,” he said, gesturing to a man with greenish hair, “He’s from Naboo, one of their pilots.”

“One of Naboo’s best pilots, don’t forget!” Dalyn said, catching your eye and sending you a wink.

“Sure. Next to him is Lieutenant Grey Saeth and Cadet Amry, they both came together from Tatooine.” A taller man waved at you with a very wide grin - he seemed as excited as you - and next to him was a much smaller woman - she seemed much less excited.

“We’re a team, Amry and I.” Grey said, pulling Amry to his side as he grinned down at her.

She shot him a smile, before pulling herself away from his side.

“Over there is Lieutenant Lup’ia Tetsuu,” a yellow Twi’lek looked over at you nodding, “She’s a little more of a mechanic than a pilot, but she’s just as useful either way.”

“I’m Cyro Sythen. Cadet. I can introduce myself.” A teal Mirialan stepped forwards, thrusting her hand out to yours. “I heard about you - you almost beat Commander Dameron in a race. You’re cool.” she said as she shook your hand.

You looked back at Joon, smiling.

“You hear that, I’m cool! Sadly, Dameron just happened to beat me by that much.” you said, sucking in a breath through your teeth. “He’s just too good.”

“No such thing Major,” Gareth said, turning his helmet over in his hands, “You can never be too good, only too confident. Now get your ships in the air, let’s get this thing started!”

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“I must say, you all were pretty good. Saw some nice moves out there today.”

Your Squad - the Silver Squadron - had all been out for hours, practicing moves, perfecting comms, and learning how each other flew. More training would be needed, but for a first day you all did rather well, even if you thought so yourself. Poe seemed to agree.

“You can all get out there and do it again tomorrow. Fun, right!” he said, enthusiastic as ever.

Grey was bouncing in his seat across from you - which you could already tell was normal for him - while Lup’ia was stuck in the seat next to him, rather unimpressed at being placed next to the human embodiment of sunshine and optimism.

She wasn’t a people person at all.

At least not until Finn came in. Then she brightened up - ever so slightly.

Joon was by your side, tapping his fingers on his leg as he always did when his superiors were droning on about post-flight checks. While on your other side was Dalyn, he’d practically stuck to you since he got his ship in the air next to yours.

“... And I think that’s about it. You’re just about free to go clean up or whatever.” Poe said, dropping the datapad on the table as he smiled everyone’s way. “See you this time tomorrow.”

“You busy tonight Rider?” Dalyn asked, slinging an arm around the back of your seat. “I know a really cool place just down the hall that serves some of the best food in the base.”

“It’s the only place with food in the base, you fool.” Amry said, as she stood from her seat, leaving promptly after with Grey trailing after her.

“Pfft, sure it ain’t exactly delicacies, but maybe we could snag a table and chat for a bit?”

“No thank you.” You said, shaking your head with a light smile.

“Why,” he asked, suddenly going a little quieter, “You busy?”

“No.” You stood, making your way behind him also. Joon was holding back snickers from his seat, while you were caught between sending sympathetic looks at Dalyn and smirking over at Poe.

“Okay.” he drawled, “So you’re not busy, you just don’t wanna eat with me?”

“Listen, Dalyn, you’re a decent guy, and a hell of a pilot, but you’re also a serial flirt.” You said, letting out a quipped laugh at the knowing smile that reached his face. “The other gals and I in the Squad all pulled together before we came in here. You’re a ‘no’, but if you wanna hang over dinner then that’s cool - I’m sure you have more than your fair share of stories to tell.”

“That’s true!” Dalyn said, practically dismissing you and leaning over the table to speak to Gareth. “Did you know, this scar came from a lady -”

“- Captain, I couldn’t care less.”

“Nonsense, of course you’d wanna know, it’s one great story!”

“Joon,” you leant down to whisper in Joon’s ear, “Let’s scram before we get caught too.”

You’d never seen him get out of a chair quicker.

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You’d barely gotten out the hallways when footsteps came after you.

“(y/n)! Jeez, you and Joon are fast walkers.” Poe said, finally catching up to you both. “I was gonna ask you something but now I’ve forgotten what it was.” he huffed, resting his hands on his hips.

“So what, are you gonna stand there and breathe really heavily, or are you gonna walk with us to get some food?”

“I was actually contemplating retracing my steps to see if I could remember my question, but I like the sound of food a little more.”

“Ayee,” you smiled, “I knew we were similar!” With that you went back on your quest to the cafeteria.

It was a decent sized place, although smaller than the one back of Nephimm, but it was cosy and snug like that. You rather liked it. The food even tasted a little better, despite the fact it looked a little less appetizing.

Practically as soon as you were seated, Rey came over and took the spot on your left, while Poe was on your right. Joon was unimpressed at his seat being taken, but decided Finn was probably a less rowdy person to be sat next to anyway.

“Dalyn was trying to pull one move on you back there.” Poe said, smirking at you as he sat sideways facing you in his seat.

“Yeah, well, takes more than a wink and a good-looking smile to get me to do things for you.” You said, looking over at him while stuffing your mouth full of food.

“Did you know you’re a vision when you eat (y/n)?”

“It’s her goal in life, I’m sure.” Cyro said, stepping up to the empty seat next to Joon. “Can I sit?”

“Of course.”

“I’m always a vision, so it doesn’t matter what I’m doing.” you said, holding back a snicker. Poe looked over at you, resting his chin on his hand, and just smiled over at you.

“What is he doing?” Cyro asked Joon, the two of them looking between Poe staring at you and you unceremoniously eating your dinner.

“The common name for it, I think, is called ‘giving her heart-eyes’.” Joon said, looking up at Cyro. “In other words he just really, really likes her.”

“What?” Both you and Poe looked up at the duo across from you, you cast a glance beside you to Rey - she only smiled widely at you - before looking to Poe at your other side.

“You’re not really making it a secret.” Joon said. “At times you’re both as subtle as a shotgun.”

“Harsh.” you said, smiling slightly.

“I’m not sure I’m following?” Poe trailed off, his chin now back to resting on his hand.

“Dameron! The General wants to see you.” An officer said, choosing to call across the hall rather than make his way over to the confused pilot.

“Later. Poe. We’ll explain later.” Finn said, showing he was in fact listening, despite being more invested in eating than you were.So with that Poe upped and left, shooting goodbyes to your group as he went.

“You think it’s serious?” Cryo asked, both her eyes and yours keeping on Poe and the Officer as they left.

“If they want Poe?” Rey said, snickering. “No one can answer that.”

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highfivecalum · 5 years

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Dark In Your Heart {CEO!CH} 3

Previous Chapters: One Two

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Calum had a love-hate relationship with his job. Sure, he loved being the boss and loved being in charge, but his dream job wasn’t being the CEO of the most well known book editing and publishing company. Calum always wanted to be a singer, always wanted to be something more than he was, but his dream never panned out. Instead, he took over his grandfather’s company after he passed away six years ago. And there he was.

He loved a lot about it, but he absolutely hated the fact that his new assistant, Madeline Thompson, the green eyed beauty, was the one woman he was not able to stop thinking about. All he thought about since she stepped into his office and into his life one week ago was her.

It was maddening, really. Madeline was maddening.

“Good morning, Mr. Hood.” Her sweet, angelic voice brought Calum back to reality. He looked up from his phone and at his new assistant, sitting so perfectly at her desk in front of his office, and smiled that smile that caught his attention from across the bar just a week prior.

“Mornin’.” Calum barely spared her another glance before heading straight for his office. He noticed the two cups of coffee on her desk and waited for her to bring it to him.

Maddie did just that, standing up and grabbing his black coffee before pushing his office door open and setting it on his desk. She licked her lips nervously and moved her hair over her shoulder, finally being able to show off her neck without worrying about the hickeys showing. It had taken a while, but they had finally faded.

Maddie knew she had no reason to be nervous around him, he assured her everything was fine between them, but she still was. He was intimidating, confident, and sexy. He made her nervous, that much was obvious.

“Do you, uh, do you need anything else?”

“No, Maddie. That’s all.”

She nodded her head silently and Calum listened to her heels click against the floor as she exited his office. He looked up through his eyelashes and bit his lip to suppress the groan that threatened to leave his lips at the sight of her ass looking incredibly amazing in the dress she was wearing.

Calum was fucked.

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“Hi welcome to Hood Publishing.” Maddie grinned up at the two, tall, handsome men in front of her, Luke and Ashton, two of Calum’s best friends. They were tall and handsome just like him, Maddie thought. “What can I do for you?”

“We’re here to see Cal. He in?” Luke asked, shoving his hands in the pocket of the leather jacket he had on. He checked her out, not even trying to be smooth about it, and his smiled widened as she smiled up at them.

Cal. Maddie could only guess that he was referring to Calum. She smiled up at the them and nodded her head. “Uh, yeah. He’s here. Go on in.”

“Thanks, ma’am.” Luke winked at her and he and Ashton made their way into his office like they had multiple times before. They always showed up out of the blue, mostly when they knew that Calum wasn’t that busy. They hated interrupting him, but they rarely saw him, so they took every chance they could to see their best friend. “Cal! My man!”

Luke and Ashton sat down, kicking their feet up on his desk, making him scowl, and making themselves at home. Luke pulled out his phone, mindlessly looking through social media and replying to some texts and emails while Calum and Ashton talked and caught up. Luke showed up at Calum’s building more often than Ashton did. Calum wasn’t telling Ashton anything that Luke didn’t already know.

“Why’s your assistant look so familiar?” Ashton pointed his thumb behind him, motioning to Maddie sitting at her desk since they had left the door open, much to Calum’s dismay. Calum always preferred to have his door shut for privacy, especially when his friends were there, since they- mostly Luke, were loud and ignorant.

Calum dropped his pen, hiding his face in his hands, and letting out the loud groan he had been holding in since he saw Maddie this morning looking just as good as ever. Luke and Ashton exchanged looks with each other, eyebrows raised and amused smiles on their faces. They knew Calum to be stressed about work, but work was not what seemed to be stressing him out that day.

“You good, brother?” Ashton asked worriedly.

“It’s the girl. She, Maddie, is the girl.”

“Um,” Luke chuckled. “Not sure what that means.”

“The girl from the bar last week. The one who came home with me?” Calum spoke, jogging his friends memories. Their faces said it all. They knew exactly what he was talking about and they almost couldn’t believe it. “The one I told you about? Yep. She’s my fucking assistant.”

“Okay, wow.” Ashton exhaled a breath. Now he was stressed and so was Luke. They knew that Calum hated mixing business with pleasure, and even though it wasn’t intentional, it had still happened. And they knew Calum had been struggling internally with it, not being able to talk to anyone about it since he hadn’t seen any of his friends since that night. “Wasn’t expecting that.”

“Well, you’re fucked.” Luke didn’t try to sugarcoat it.

“No shit, Hemmings.”

“Why don’t you just fire her?”

Calum sighed. He had debated that once he first saw her in his office, but she was such a good assistant so far, he couldn’t afford to lose her and try to find another. “I thought about it, but I can’t. She’s actually good at her job, you know? She’s on time, she’s super detailed with everything, she gets my coffee from Dunkin Donuts instead of Starbucks, and gets me and sausage biscuit instead of bacon like everybody else did-“

“And she’s a complete fucking stunner.” Luke added, interrupting him with a shrug of his shoulders. Ashton snorted, although it wasn’t all that funny, but couldn’t help but laugh at Luke’s bluntness. Luke Hemmings was the most blunt out of all of Calum’s friends and sometimes it was good, sometimes it was bad.

“Yeah. There’s that, too.” Calum wanted to scream.

“Welllll,” Luke dragged on. “If you’re not hittin’ that anymore, can I?”

Calum could have killed him for saying that. If he couldn’t have her, no matter how badly he wanted her, his friends definitely could not. Call it selfish, call it possessive, call it whatever you wanted; Calum wasn’t letting that happen.

“Get the fuck out of my office, Luke.” Calum glared at him, chucking his pen at him and staining his white t-shirt he had on.

“Hey!” Luke frowned, hands held up in surrender. “I was kidding.”

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Calum flagged down the bartender, ordering a much needed whiskey and downed it in one gulp, acting as if it was a shot rather than a full drink. He ordered another, and another, before joining his friends at the table they found in the middle of the crowded bar. Friday night life night in Seattle was always fun, and although Calum was getting older- approaching twenty-seven in a few months, he still enjoyed going out and enjoying the night with his friends.

“What’s up his ass today?” Michael Clifford, Calum’s other best friend, asked Luke and Ashton.

Calum was in his own world; bobbing his head up and down to the music playing, looking around for a girl that would meet his needs for the night (and help get his mind off of his assistant that he had been constantly thinking about), and chugging down drink after drink.

“It’s my assistant,” Calum finally spoke up before Luke or Ashton could.

“What about her?” Michael furrowed his eyebrows. “She tryin’ to get into your pants?”

At that, Luke, Ashton, and even Calum laughed. Laughed at the irony of the situation and how clueless Michael was, but still somehow had a clue. “Doesn’t need to try to. She already did.” Calum grumbled.

Ashton saw the confused expression on Michael’s face and before he had the chance to ask, Ashton told him the situation Calum was stuck in. “She’s the girl Cal had a one night stand with last week. The same morning he got to work and there she was. Hungover, covered in hickeys from him, in all her glory.”

“No!” Michael gasped, always being the one to love gossip. “You’re fucking with me.”

Calum scoffed into his glass and tilted it back, squeezing his eyes shut as the familiar taste of whiskey burned his throat as he swallowed it. “Wish I was, Mike. Wish I fuckin’ was.”

Calum tuned his friends out as they talked about it, about Maddie, and his eyes locked on a girl across the bar; blonde hair, brown eyes- the opposite of Maddie. Calum slammed his glass down on the table, causing his friends to flinch, and he cracked his neck while he stood up.

“Gonna go fuck someone else to get her out of my mind. See y’all later.”

Calum tried. He went back to the girls house, the girl whose name he didn’t bother to ask for, and tried to fuck the memory of Maddie out of his head. He tried to keep his eyes open the whole time, tried to stare at the girl who looked nothing like Maddie and engrave her in his brain instead, but it didn’t work. He didn’t even bother to stay the night.

To say Calum was fucked would be the understatement of the century.

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dramaqueeenamby · 5 years

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Feast

A/N: Yeah. Idk how to stick with the word requirements for blurbs so here is a whole damn oneshot with Big Nasty and a black reader. Also, ya’ll know I love Amara and she’s my go-to FC, but feel free to ignore and imagine yaselves’! :p

Words: 3.4K

Warnings: Slight, like very slight, and shitty smut

Tagging the fellow Flo’s Hoes/Lil Nasties who I know share love for our manzzzz and expressed interest in this hot mess!

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FEAST

“Bitch, hurry up. I can only hold my stomach in for so long. Not all of us have abs like you.”

Your best friend and current photographer sucked her teeth. “What abs? I haven’t done a real workout in months.”

You rolled your eyes, breaking from your position to place your hands on your hips and look over at her, squinting from the intensity of the sun. “What are we about to do then?”

Maya mirrored your stance. “You know damn well we’re only going to make it about a block before we call it quits.”

You laughed. It was true. While Maya had a bit more stamina than you, neither of you were feeling like being healthy. Plus, between decorating your new condo that you’d purchased with your best friend since elementary school or getting in a negative calorie burning workout….playing interior designer sounded a lot more appealing.

“Well let;s at least get these pictures done. We look too bomb to not snap a pic or two.”

“Or 100.”

You fake sniffled. “You know me so well.”

Sharing a laugh, Maya instructed you on how to pose, snapping more than two photos before you switched positions.

“Ugh. Give me your height, please.” At 5’10 with a slim thick figure, your best friend could have easily been a model if you two hadn’t went into the clothing business, opening your own boutique.

Maya snorted. “Give me your booty.”

“It’s a trade,” you agreed as Maya gave you poses that made her look even that more angelic and bomb than she already was. “Work, bitch.” The two of you fell out laughing as she gave a little twerk before covering her face.

“Can’t take us anywhere.”

You wiped at your eyes. “Nowhere.” She came to stand beside as you two perused through the photos you’ve taken eventually settling on one for each of you to post on social media.

“Franchise is going to love that one,” Maya murmured as you guys started to walk back toward your condominium, the decision to bypass the workout an unspoken agreement made among you.

You threw your head back and groaned. “You and that damn nickname.”

“I wouldn’t have given it to him if you would bless that man with some Rosetta Stone.”

“Now see, what we not gon’ do is talk about my baby.”

“That’s the biggest ass baby I’ve ever seen.” As her eyes fell onto you, she caught the sly and suggestive smile planted on your face. “Stop that!”

“You tell no lies,” you wiggled your brows as she grimaced.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” She pretended to gag as you pulled out your phone to check the post. Sure enough, he’d been one of the first to like it.

Smiling, you swiped to see he’d left two separate comments.

😍😍😍

Mine 🤪🙌🏻❤️

You quickly double tapped both to heart them before giving a quick reply.

☺️😘❤️

Your boyfriend, Florian, was the definition of unexpected. You’d met by chance, both of you being on the same connecting flight that been delayed, forcing passengers to spend the night in the terminal. Your phone was dying, you foolishly leaving your charger in your suitcase as you hadn’t expected your battery to die before you reached your stop, Honduras.

Looking around the terminal, you noticed that there was only one available seat that was near a charging station. And it just so happened to be next to the tall, large, and handsome man who you could have sworn you’d caught staring at you several times. Never really into white guys, even you couldn’t deny the man was sexy as hell.

You’d overheard him talking on the phone and noticed he had a European accent to his deep voice, amping the appeal you were already having problems ignoring.

As your battery sunk into single digits, you decided to approach the handsome stranger, asking if it was alright for you to take the seat next to him.

“Of course.” Was his kind reply, his smile causing your stomach to do all kind of somersaults and walkovers.

While you’d initially planned to pretend to be busy on your phone, it seemed as though being in his proximity or being the first to make the move was the only thing he needed to start up a conversation.

An exchange of names and casual conversation quickly turned into you learning almost everything to know about each other. He was an actor who’d just been cast in a film he couldn’t tell because of contractual reasons and was going on a short vacation with close friends before traveling to the states to start filming.

You told him how you were heading to Honduras to celebrate your best friend’s 25th birthday. His favorite color was green. Yours was pink. He was the baby of his siblings. You were an only child. He was single….you were single.

You could definitely detect the flirtatious tone he allowed to seep in his naturally confident demeanor and surprised yourself with how you matched his vibe. Then again, how couldn’t you? The man was gorgeous and his body was delicious.

And that was just from what you could see through his sweats.

Contact information was exchanged as you two eventually separated, and what started as a long distance friendship easily transformed into something a lot more serious. He was away filming for three months, 90 days that comprised of constant phone and video communication, virtual interaction constituting the forming of your relationship.

Though you hadn’t officially discussed the status of you “-ship” as you’d gleefully ran into his open arms as you met him at the airport, making physical contact with him for the first time since you met…..you just kinda knew.

Then, of course, the fact that you two went through almost half a box of condoms the same night and you learning the real reason they called him Big Nasty probably helped as well.

So now, months later, there was no question about where you two stood. Florian was your man, and you, his lady.

Pulling down to refresh the comments, your smile dropped as you saw Maya’s reply on the thread between you and your boyfriend.

🤨 She been both fine AND mine long before you, Franchise.

Looking at her with the ‘really, bitch’ face, she busted out laughing.

“You know I had to.”

You maintained your annoyed expression before joining her in her cackling. “I hate you.”

“Lies,” she sang. “That’s like saying you hate Baby Arnold.”

“Maya!”

She was right though. Though you’d always been hesitant about falling too deeply given your less than stellar track record with men, there was something different about Florian. Being with him made you feel like a teenager all over again. Hell, you were 25 and getting all giddy over a damn Instagram comment.

You didn’t want to say that you loved him. Not yet. Not out loud, at least. But….you definitely more than just liked him.

As you two made it back to your condominium, you decided to start unpacking the boxes that created a fire hazard in your kitchen. You’d had just about enough takeout and while neither of you could cook to save your lives, it couldn’t help to start learning.

After all, you wanted to try to learn how to make at least one of your man’s favorite dishes. All you needed was a recipe, ingredients, prayers, and a fire extinguisher.

“Would you get off your phone and help me put some of these dishes away?” You yelled at your friend as she waved you off, continuing her IG live as she ate the last bit of her Chinese takeout.

“You’re doing great, sweetie!” She snorted as you turned around to flip her off.

“Hey, Siri. Play my music on Shuffle,” Maya called out to the HomePod. You rolled your eyes and prepared to tell the music player to turn it off when you realized it was “Bust Down Barbiana.”

“Ayee!” You shouted, running over to turn the music all the way up as Maya jumped up as well. Going over by her, the two of you started to dance and sing along.

“Thank you next, Ariana!” You both yelled as you two twerked on each other, all desires to stay on task thrown out the window. You continued to dance, noticing as the viewers of the Live continued to go up and up as you remembered Maya had a good amount of followers.

For a second, you contemplated moving out of the frame but as soon as the next song came on, Tia Tamera by Doja Cat, you knew it was a wrap.

“Hair grow long like Chia. Money go long like Nia!” You sang loudly, moving to climb up on the half wall, dancing on there, dropping into a squat and moving your ass. “I am the big idea! My twins big like Tia!”

“Aye! Aye!” Maya continued to hype you as she grabbed her phone to better film you. “Get it, Thickems!”

Continuing to act a fool, you didn’t notice Maya roll her eyes until she shouted.

“Go away, Franchise!”

Hearing that, you looked at her. “Flo’s watching?” As she murmured a ‘you know he is,’ you grin widened as you blew a kiss. “Hi, baby!”

“Can ya’ll not be all romantic on my live!” Maya groaned. You ignored her and continued to dance, purposely moving your ass even more. Flo loved your booty, his big hands always going to grab or smack it every chance he got.

Especially during sex. His favorite position was any that allowed him to bend you over. The counter, the bed, a workout machine, anything really.

“He said get your ass down before you fall, Bee!” Maya warned, though you were unsure if she was just saying that or if Flo really was concerned.

“If I fall and hurt myself, will you come home?” You asked, half joking, half serious. Promo for the film Florian had been filming, Creed II, was at full force, your poor boyfriend having to partake in interview after interview and premiere after premiere. A part of you felt bad for him, but you missed your man more.

It’d been almost two months since you’d seen him in person, and he wasn’t set to come visit you for another month. Your shower head and vibrator could only do so much. You needed the real and much bigger thing.

But sexual desires aside, you really just missed being held by your boyfriend, joking around with him, forcing him to watch your “chick flicks” or the occasional trip to the club.

“Ooooh.” You finally jumped down and walked over to Maya. “Call him.”

Maya turned up her nose. “Hell no. This is a rated G live. Ain’t no freak shit taking place on my watch. I’m a Christian.”

“Bitch you a whole lie and 3/4ths.” You smacked your lips as you looked over her shoulder to see comments coming in left and right but focusing in only on his.

😂😂😂😂😂

“Call me, baby!”

“It’s maybe.”

“Maya, I am about to punch you in your throat.”

“Come on then, bitch. I ain’t never been scared.”

“You are so ignorant.” You wiped at your eyes and elbowed her, walking away to get your phone out the kitchen.

“That ass though!”

Shaking your head, you looked at your reflection in the FaceTime before calling him. Ring, ring, ring, With each ring, your smile dimmed. Why was he not answering? Eventually, the “unavailable” screen came up and you frowned.

“He didn’t answer.” You told Maya as she walked over, having ended her call.

Maya shrugged. “Probably went to go beat his-“

“Maya!”

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As you finished applying your night serums, your mind was still focused on the day’s earlier events.

You’d tried calling Florian a few more times after that with each call being ignored. You texted him. No reply. Hell, you’d even resorted to more stalkerish tendencies by checking his IG activity to see if he was liking photos or whatnot. Nothing. He’d just gone ghost.

You tried to ignore it. You really did. The last thing you wanted to think about was him cheating, messing around on you. He was probably working, but as you thought about where he was and the time zone, what work could he be doing at 3 something in the morning?

Something just wasn’t right.

Of course, Maya called you stupid.

“Terminator knows I’ll kick his Russian ass if he breaks your heart.”

“He’s Romanian, Maya.”

“I don’t care if he’s Lettucian. He still gon catch this fade if he wanna be on some Tristian Hoempson shit and cheat on you.”

You chuckled. Your best friend was crazy, but you loved her.

Just like you love Flo-

“Oh hell no.”

Frowning, you walked to the bedroom door. “What’s up?”

“Ain’t this about a bitch.”

Sighing, you walked over to slide on your slippers and headed out your room. “Heifer, you better be dying.”

“Oh, someone is about to die.”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the top of the steps. “What-“

Mouth ajar, eyes wide as saucers, you completely blocked out Maya’s smirking, charcoal mask covered as she crossed her arms over chest, and murmured a small “gotcha.”

No, your eyes were focused on the giant standing at the bottom of your steps, bag on one shoulder, suitcase on the floor next to him, his magnetic smile on his handsome face.

“Surprise.”

As though his voice was your ‘on’ switch, you broke from your trance. “Baby!” Descending down the steps with surprising speed, you threw your body into his, legs wrapping around his waist.

“Now what if you had fallen? Hmm? Who was going to pay that hospital bill?” Maya wondered aloud as you flipped her off while crashing your lips onto Florian, his hands going to palm your ass as he held you against him.

“Hey, hey, hey! All possible baby making activities need to take place in the bedroom as per section G, paragraph 2, lines 8 through 11 of the contract.”

“What are you doing here?” You asked after having to break away for air, completely ignoring your best friend. “I thought you couldn’t get away for another month.”

“I’m done in a month, but everyone needs a break, yeah?” His finger traced your lips as you went to drop your legs so that you could stand up, only for him to tighten his grip. “You missed me, hmm?”

“You know what I’m going to miss? The silence!” Maya groaned. “Where are my Beats because if you think I’m going to listen to “fuck me daddy” and “don’t stop” all night-“

Florian chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, dropping your head on his chest. “It’s nice to see you too, Maya.”

“Don’t lie to her,” you mumbled into him as he turned to look at you, pecking your forehead, forcing a giggle as you clutched him tighter.

Maya gagged. “I’m leaving. Don’t beat it up too much. Tomorrow is the Lord’s day.”

“Hate you, mean it.” You groaned as she walked up the steps, finally leaving you two alone.

Hitting him on his shoulder, he looked over at you with a scowl. “Wh-“

“You had me worried sick about you.” You finally remembered the stress he’d unknowingly forced you to endure as the result of his surprise.

“I’m sorry.” You noticed the guilt in his eyes and voice and felt a bit bad about making him feel bad. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“I don’t like surprises,” you pouted as he finally let you down so that he could slide the bag off his shoulder, hands going to your hips. “I like being able to talk to my man.”

“Maybe I don’t wanna talk,” he hummed, head dropping down as he lightly nipped at your neck. “Maybe I want to touch…to taste.”

You released a mixture of a moan and groan, legs involuntary clenching together.

“You should be tired.” You tried to be considerate. As much as you wanted him, you thought about how he’d most likely been in the midst of traveling while engaging with you on Instagram. He’d been in airports and on planes for the most of the day. “At least, take a shower. Settle down.” Your fingers crawled up his chest. “Just for a bit.”

He sighed with irritation as you giggled. Standing up on your toes, you kissed his nose. “Go on. The sooner you get done, the sooner we can get started.”

——

Pouring the crystal light into the glass, you closed up the container and placed it back in the fridge. As soon as you turned around, you were ambushed with a passionate kiss, Florian grabbing you by the back on your legs and hoisting you up against his shirtless frame.

Hands holding onto his broad shoulders, you nipped on his bottom lip.

“I guess I don’t need to ask if you missed me, huh?” You teased as he sat you down on the counter so that you could grab your drink.

He chuckled and looked down, hands moving up and down your bare thighs. “I always miss you, Bee.”

Grinning bashfully, young nails lightly raked across his back as he netted his head into your neck. “Needy.”

“Very,” he absentmindedly replied, hands moving higher up your legs and under the big shirt you were sporting.

“Flo,” you whined, taking a sip of your drink as his fingers toyed with the waistband of your panties. “At least let me fix you something to eat.”

“I don’t want that.” He groaned, lifting and relocating you to the island. “And you can’t cook.”

“You know what,” You gasped and slapped his arm. “I-“ Your eyes fluttered as pushed him hands up your body, kneading your breast with one hand while using the other to carefully push you down on your back. “Not here.”

“Why not,” he murmured, kissing the inside of your thighs as he started to tug on your underwear. “Kitchen made for eating, hmm.”

You whimpered as his finger stroked your folds, a low groan leaving his mouth. You were already so wet for him. “You said you missed daddy, ehh?”

Nodding rapidly, you threw your head back and just as you felt his cool breath on your pussy, it fell out in breathy voice.

“Mmmm, I love you.”

Both of you froze. Your eyes stretched as you started to wonder just how you were going to get away from him, put as much distance between you two as possible.

Unfortunately, with the position he had you in, it was almost physically impossible for you to dash so you forced yourself to attempt to do damage control.

“I-uh-what I meant is-you know-uh-,” you stammered, finally gaining the courage to him to see that he was smiling at you. Like, genuinely fucking smiling. You wanted to smack him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you snapped, turning your head when you felt his hand come to cup your cheek, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“You love me?” He questioned casually, like it wasn’t something you’d been trying to keep a secret for weeks, still unsure if it was, in fact, love or just lust. Maybe that’s what it was. Lust. Yeah. It’d been too long and you were speaking from your pussy. Not the heart.

That was your story and you were-

“I love you too.”

Silence.

The silence that fell over you two was so thick that you could literally hear the sound of your gulp.

“W-wh-at you just say?”

He couldn’t have said what you thought he said. No. Your-your ears were playing tricks on you.

His gaze darkened as he gazed his lips over yours. “You heard me, frumos.” Beautiful. “You want me to say again?” He questioned, giving you no time to process let alone reply as he brought his head back down your body. “Or show.”

You moaned and released a shaky breath. “Baby-“

“Shhh,” he tugged your thighs over his shoulders, pulling you right into him. “Daddy needs to eat.”

And as your man finally indulged on the dessert he’d been waiting for all day and your mewling fueled his hunger, you realized that while your punani certainly loved the man feasting on you like you were his last supper…..so did your heart.

Huh.

“Ugh. I’m starv-ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!” A Beat. “YA’LL ARE GOING TO JAIL, PERIODT!”

#florian munteanu #florian munteanu x reader #florian monteanu x black reader #big nasty #big nasty fanfic

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yandere-romanticaa · 5 years

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Hello , Can you do a hc for tates from Ahs ?

Ayee, my first AHS post! Hope you like it~!

Yandere! Tate Langdon // Headcanons

♡ Tate is one clingy guy. The moment he sets his eyes on his s/o, they can kiss their privacy goodbye since Tate will stick to them like glue. He will always want to know where his s/o is, what are they doing and he will always somehow make them stop doing their work and he will somehow always become s/o's main priority. He loves it when s/o gives him their complete attention, he feels like he's on cloud nine.

♡ Whenever his s/o tries to leave the house Tate will get really sad and pouty. He will always try to give his s/o reasons to stay in the house because Tate is scared to be alone. This sometimes may work since Tate just guilt trips his s/o way too often. But, he can't keep doing that forever. There will be times where s/o just has to leave the house, such as going grocery shopping or to school, to which Tate will begrudgingly let them go. But the moment s/o's back, they better be prepared for one sad and cuddly boy that has been impatiently waiting for them to come back.

♡ Tate is also really affectionate. He loves holding his s/o in his arms while gently kissing them on their head. He is also a sucker for cheek and neck kisses. If his s/o kisses him there he will blush but will be very happy.

♡ He loves doing anything and everything with his s/o. Be it watching YouTube videos, cuddling, playing games, cooking or even cleaning Tate just wants to be by their side. He is terrified that they will leave him one day and Take would be alone again. He always tells his s/o this since he's hoping that they will realize just how much they mean to Tate and that they are just meant to be together.

♡ Tate will eventually start locking doors and purposely misplace s/o things so that they can be longer in the house. Tate will always offer to help them find whatever they are looking for, but he always ends up just putting the object somewhere else.

♡ Tate will also start to wonder if he should kill his s/o. He knows that whoever does in his house is stuck there for all of eternity, but he doesn't want to make them sad. No, he wants his s/o to be happy and he knows that if he ends their life that their relationship will be over for good. But that doesn't mean that he won't lock them up somewhere in the house.

♡ s/o is probably going to befriend some other ghosts such as Violet or Vivian. The two pity s/o and they want to make them feel safe, but at the same time they will warn s/o about Tate's true nature and that they should leave this house as soon as possible. The second Tate sees s/o packing their bags, that's when he completely loses it.

♡ Tate feels so betrayed when he sees that s/o wants to leave. Is he not good enough?! What did he do to deserve this?! No, no, no, he won't let this happen! He can't let this happen! He already lost everything he cared about when he was alive, and he definitely isn't going to let his s/o go!

♡ Tate will quickly lock all of the doors and windows and he will make sure that his s/o is completely alone. Whenever another ghost tries to talk, or God forbid help his s/o, Tate will get super mad and he will chase that ghost away. He may even scream at his s/o but he will always come back in tears and apologize.

♡ A relationship with Tate is a unstable and unpredictable one. One second he might be a sweet boy that wants to cuddle, while the other he will start to shout at s/o and maybe even slap them. The absolute best thing that s/o can do is to stay on Tate's good side since a happy Tate is a somewhat stable Tate...

#american horror story headcanons #american horror story #american horror story x reader #yandere ahs x reader #ahs x reader #tate langdon #yandere tate langdon #tate x reader #tate langdon x reader #yandere ahs #yandere headcanons #yandere tate langdon x reader #ahs murder house

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hotgirlmuch · 5 years

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Request: you & Brandon are best friends and you accidently turn him on and the boys rat out his true feelings

I’m just now seeing this fihfdiuh sorry love bug.

**i suggest for a certain part you listen to clout by cardi and offset** u_u

they were throwing one of their infamous parties, like you never really were one to dance at their parties. you’d sit on your phone, glancing up here and there, maybe laughing when something entertaining would happen, or wonder around talking to their different friends, but this one party you got tired of zion hitting the folks.

“okay, now this is getting out of hand how much zion is hitting the woah and the folks…doesn’t elom dance? why didn’t he take lessons from him? ugh.” you just roll your eyes and look back down at your phone. brandon was sitting next to you on the couch, he laughed, “well if you have a problem with it, why don’t you show him who’s boss?” he nudges you playfully, you look over at the idiot, everyone’s hyping him up and he keeps hitting them harder and harder. you roll your eyes and sigh with a big smile, “alright, i guess.” brandon chuckled as he smoothed down a couple of curls, watching you stand up and walk over to the hype circle.

everyone’s looking at you confused, because you never participate like this. so cardi’s part dropped, when the beat dropped you hit a woah, the hype circle went wild. you threw in a few freestyle moves (i can post a video of it maybe) as you kept going with her verse, they kept getting more hype and everyone was like, “damn, where she come from?”

“do anything for the clout. they do anything for the clout”

to be goofy you did a small twerk, you started laughing while sticking your tongue out, “aye, aye, AYEE, YUUUH!” and you stepped out of the circle, laughing your ass off from having so much fun. after calming down, you looked around for brandon, you didn’t see him anywhere, so you just decided to move on with your business and wait on him.

after a good hour, you were sitting on the bar in the kitchen, talking to the boys and a couple of the 360 (is that the name? whateves.) crew and brandon finally appears, “hey nerd, where have you been?” he just gave you a dry ass reply and you’re looking at them like, “the fuck?” zion just looks up from his phone, looks between you two and shrugs. edwin gestures for you to press on, and nick and austin were too busy having a side conversation to notice. “brandon, don’t make me embarrass you. bruh, come on, why are you acting weird?”

“it’s nothing. i just had to take a minute, the party got a little too loud.”

zion completely took his attention away from his phone, “OHHHH! IS THAT WHY YOU WERE TRIPPING BRO?”

you looked at zion, confused as hell, “what? what are you talking about with your ugly ass?” he puts his hand playfully in your face, you slap it away, and he keeps putting his hand back, “is this about what you said the other day? like, she’s right here, bro. shoot your shot.” you huff and give up with zion’s hand and roll your eyes when he puts it down because you left him alone, then when he makes the comment you’re looking between the two, “whaaat?”

edwin nonchalantly stated as he shoved some kind of food in his mouth, “b likes you, he’s too much of a bitch to admit it.” brandon looks at them like, “are you serious?”

nick chimed in, “he didn’t want to ‘jeopardize’ you guys friendship because you guys are so close and if you don’t feel the same. it’ll get awkward and then it could possibly go down the drain-and blah blah blah.”

“HAHAHA! Dude got a hard on when he saw you twerking and that’s why he left.” Zion kept laughing as he was amused with himself. Edwin hits him on the arm, but he ignores it and continues laughing obnoxiously.

“Bee…is that true?” Brandon runs a hand down his face and sighs heavily. Zion watches with a eyebrow raised, Edwin watches while putting food in his mouth, and Nick and Austin watch on the edge of their seats to see what he says. Meanwhile, you’re waiting on an answer, your eyes searching Brandon’s face, and you smile wide when he nods. You hop off the counter and pull him into a hug, and to let him know you feel the same, you pull away from the hug and press your lips against his.

“AWW LOOK AT THEIR CUTE HEADASSES.”

#prettymuch #brandon arreaga #brandon arreaga imagine #brandon arreaga imagines #brandon #ba #prettymuch tingz ask stuff hoe

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cottonblush · 5 years

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wild(t) love | zcl, kjw

❧ word count: 1,414

❧ genre: crack lmao

❧ notes: ohmygod i can’t believe this is the first story i’m posting on here i literally wrote this for my friend at 11pm yw rochenle!!

when you first learn that you’re going to be working at sm entertainment you almost cry

bc you’re still in college and struggling™ and this opportunity is a blessing

and you can’t wait to start bc then you’ll get to see your childhood friend jungwoo again

also bc sm is so well known you get to travel with the groups and your college will like let you make up tests and stuff

let’s face it sooman is that! powerful ceo

anyway so you go into it thinking oh it’d be nice to see jungwoo like once in a while

bc you were told you’d be the assistant manager for the rookies

but last minute they’re like LMAO NOpe and they assign you to nct 127

and you’re like !!!! jungwoo is in that group wow am i blessed or am i blessed

so like a month into the job you go to this meeting and they’re like

for nct’s next concept we’ll be going to a jungle to take the pictures we’re going for that wiLDT concept

and you’re like ?? i mean extra but ok sure

and the next thing you know you’re on a plane with nct 127 going to some remote jungle

you, jungwoo, and doyoung are random stuff and like gossiping

also jungwoo is hitting on you and doyoung like at the same time

wow we love a flirt

haechan and mark are having their summer fight 2.0 bc haechan said there’s no difference between coke and pepsi and mark is like sTFU U DUMB BINCH OFC THERE IS I CAN’T ASSOCIATE WITH UNCULTURED SWINE UGH

taeyong, yuta, and jaehyun are watching a basketball anime and do some complex handshake every time the protagonist scores a point

johnny is sitting there still giggling to himself about that time ten said john’s banana even though it’s been like a decade

winwin and and lucas are conversing in chinese and to everyone else they sound like intellectuals bc like,,, the chinese language sounds bEAUTIFul don’t even deny it

but irl lucas is asking winwin how many calories are in a booger and winwin’s like idk man i mean probably like 2 they can’t be that unhealthy

this in turn causes lucas to think that one can survive on boogers bc they won’t gain weight but it’s still food

and then winwin has to explain that you need 2,000+ calories a day so lucas would need to pick 1,000 different noses every day

taeil is still sulking about the fact that yuta stole the seat next to winwin from him

he finds a little bug on the floor and somehow starts an inner monologue like ‘i feel u my friend i know how it is to feel alone and unwanted and not appreciated like this one sided love is really killing us buddy’

but like taeil, sweetie, it’s a bug so it clearly can’t relate

and then taeil sees another bug crawl up to the bug and they creep away together

and he goes ‘oh i see… i guess i truly am alone’ and like a single tear rolls down his cheek as he pulls out his phone and opens up his sad violin music playlist that has like 600 songs

yall get there in like 45 minutes so you’re like lol they said remote jungle watch it be like some dog park

but then you get off the plane and literally choke on your own words bc like,, issa jungle

you guys are told that there’s a secret cabin thing nearby and members will come individually to the jungle each day to take concept pictures so that the group can have a lil vacation

jungwoo is supposed to take his pictures on the third day and it’s finally time so he, you, another manager, and the photographer’s crew drive out to the jungle

and take some saucy pictures

but then a problem arises bc jungwoo sees a snake (it’s actually just a vine that fell from a tree but you figure you should at least save some of his pride) and screams but like soft screams so only you notice

and he like zooms,,, usain bolt? more like jungwoo bolt

you have to go after him bc otherwise you would probably be murdered if fans found out you let jungwoo go into a jungle alone

and somehow the crew just assumes yall ran back to the van so they take off without you

so when you two get back you’re like uHHHHH where yall @ stop playing

jungwoo starts panicking and genuinely thinks you two are going to die and you’re lowkey offended bc you’re thinking ‘my survival skills are excellent thank you very much at least i don’t have a heart attack every time i see a plant’

but all of a sudden you hear this really loud scream

or it’s more like a yell?? or like a cry or a shout? you honestly don’t know

it sounds like tarzan though and you wanna laugh but are also worried at the same time

the trees rustle a lot so you look up and you see some random boy with like

grass green hair and he’s only wearing a leaf skirt and a coconut bra

and you wanna question it like why the bra?? bc it just looks uncomfortable

anyway so this guy is like swinging through the vines when he sees you and he stops and stares for what seems like forever

he starts speaking but yall cant understand him bc somehow his sentences are a mix of korean, chinese, and arabic

you know it’s arabic bc you hear marhaba and you’re like ayEE shoutout to my foreign language teacher in 7th grade your class finally came in handy

so you try to speak back to him and he understands you bc he just launches off a tree, lands in front of you, and speaks fluent korean

and you just go ‘bro what’s up with the arabic’

and he shrugs his shoulders and explains that the last visitor he had spoke arabic and taught him the language

you and jungwoo share a look like,,, visitor? does he have a house or smth

and the guy laughs and is like i’ll take you there!! but i should probably introduce myself my name is chenle

you guys take turns sharing about yourself as chenle leads the way to some mystery location

which turns out to be this giant tree house mansion

and you’re questioning him like did u build this yourself bc no offense dude but ur kinda skinny’

and jungwoo is just in awe and he’s like heck yeah he’s skinny! a skinny leGEND

chenle’s like lol no the monkeys built this for me

uh?? monkeys

and sure enough a group of about 25 monkeys comes into the mansion and like surrounds the three of you and starts inspecting you and jungwoo

one of them sits on your shoulder and chenle smiles and goes ‘oh great they approve of u’

and you go ‘oh that’s chill i guess’

chenle: yeah it’s great it means they won’t beat u with coconuts

you, jungwoo: um wHAT

chenle: [innocent smile]

anyway it’s been quite a day and jungwoo says he’s tired so the monkeys lead him to a couch and sit him down

and you and chenle just talk about stuff and hours go by like seconds

and as you two watch the sunset through the trees

chenle turns to you and asks

i know we just met but i feel like we’re soulmates and u get me will u marry me

and you’re about to respond when you’re interrupted by jungwoo’s slightly sleepy voice saying ‘heCk no y/n is mine binch back off’

and you’re like ‘guys guys calm down let’s not-’

chenle cuts you off and goes ‘yeah you heard her let’s be calm there’s plenty of love to go around we can just share her affection’

jungwoo agrees bc he’s half asleep and bc he thinks that the lil monkeys that helped him with everything are so convenient and he could get used to this life

and that’s how you start the rest of your life with your two husbands in a remote forest in an undisclosed location

and like yall don’t know it but the rest of nct is going crazy trying to find yall but chenle’s monkey family keeps them away so you guys can live happily ever after

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stray4419 · 6 years

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Hesitate

Pairing - Jisung x Reader

Genre - Volleyball! AU, Fluff

Word Count - 1.9k+

๛ A/N: Ayee I finally decided not to be lazy! I’m actually pretty satisfied with this which is a first??

“C’mon Jisung. If you can take down any team in the state, I’m sure a few kids will be easy to handle” you swung your arm around him, bringing him down to your height. Aww Jisung was scared of teaching a few kids how to play volleyball. Could he get any more adorable?

“But what if they don’t like me?” he pouts and you reassure that could never happen. Jisung was so likeable; he could make anyone his best friend. You were just lucky enough to get the title.

“I’m so glad you guys could make it! Thanks so much again for offering your time to help these kids.” the director of the camp says, greeting the two of you. This organization reached out to your high school asking for student coaches, and since you and Jisung were the mvp and team captain of your high school’s varsity volleyball team, it was ideal for the two of you to coach the kids. Plus, it added to your community service hours as well.

“The kids should be arriving in around 30 minutes. We’re expecting around 15 kids today so you should be able to handle them. I’ll be right in my office if you two need me though. To start off, just set up the nets and get out the balls. The curriculum for today is posted on that door.” she says, gesturing to the gym door. “I think that’s all I need to cover, but I’m always open to any questions!”

With that, you two were left in an open gym, soon to be filled with hyperactive young 8-10 year olds. You start bringing out equipment, setting them evenly throughout the court. You’ve done this a million times before, but this time you do it with a little kick in your step, excited to meet the kids (and even more excited to spend down time with Jisung).

“Oh oh oh look the first kid’s here!” you could hear Jisung’s high pitched squeal along with the strong repetitive thud on the ground meaning Jisung’s probably jumping up and down. You look over and yep, he’s jumping up and down. It was probably fact that Jisung was on a caffeine high 90% of the time.

“Hi! Nice to meet you! What’s your name?” Jisung swarms that kid like an over enthusiastic sales associate, and you also walk over to greet him as well.

“M-my name’s Hannah.” she stutters, obviously shy from all the direct attention Jisung is giving her.

“Hi hannah! My name’s Jisung, her name’s y/n, and we’re so looking forward to spending the day with you!” you roll your eyes, wondering who was the real child out of those two.

“C’mon Jisung we gotta finish setting up the court and I’m pretty sure you’re scaring Hannah” you chuckle and lead the little girl inside.

“You’re actually the first one here so we haven’t set everything up yet. You can start bumping the ball or sit down somewhere and wait for everyone else. I’m sure they’ll show up soon.” you kindly smile. Hannah chooses she wants to sit and wait, and takes a seat on the bleachers.

“She was so adorable!” Jisung whisper-screams as soon as Hannah was out of earshot. You roll your eyes once again, but you can’t help but crack a smile in agreement. She was pretty goddamn adorable.

One by one, the kids start filing in. Jisung of course, finds it necessary to greet every single one of them with the same enthusiasm as he did with Hannah. You mainly stayed in the background saying minimal words or just giving a friendly wave. You didn’t mind. You knew Jisung was the talker out of the two of you.

“Hi everyone! As you all know by now, I’m Jisung and she’s y/n, and we’re here to learn more about volleyball!” he starts to the kids, still energetic as ever. The children look up to him in wonder and awe, and you are extremely impressed with his ability.

“We are first going to start with form. This is how you stand and prepare for the ball. We want your feet shoulder width apart, and knees bent. Your arms are outstretched, hands clasped together to form a V shape.” Jisung explains, showing them step-by-step.

“Okay now can anyone tell me what’s wrong with my form?” he asks, and configures himself in the most awkward ready position you’ve ever seen. If it weren’t for the context of the situation you were pretty sure you would of either died laughing or taken blackmail pictures (probably both). The kids start shouting out corrections for Jisung, meaning they’ve understood the material so far.

“Good job guys! So there’s a cart of volleyballs over there, so please go grab one and come back here. Don’t run!” Jisung signals them off, and of course they run off to pick the “best ball”. What else do you expect though. You were pretty sure we all did the same thing when we were 8.

Once they all returned, Jisung once again took the role of leader and taught the kids how to bump. Again, you wonder how on earth Jisung was so natural at controlling a crowd of kids. But then again, you knew from experience how easy it was to be captivated by Jisung and his presence.

“I won’t make you all and y/n sit on the sidelines and watch anymore so we’re going to split off and start bumping now!” Jisung exclaims, and starts splitting the kids off by two. As they start to bump the balls to each other, which more or less results in balls flying in every direction and extreme amounts of noise, you and Jisung start going around and helping the kids correct their technique. You had to admit, it was more fun than you expected.

“Great job guys! Let’s work on setting!” Jisung tries and gets the kids’ attentions, but they were all far too distracted by the balls and bumping them. He calls out again, to no use, so that’s when you decide to step in. Loudly and shrilly, you wolf whistle, a trick you learned back in girl scouts. Almost immediately, the balls halt and 15 sets of eyes turn to look at you.

“You guys did amazing on bumping! Now let’s head back to the bleachers, and I’ll teach you about setting!” you call, and the kids rush over to the bleachers.

“Wow, you’re not so bad yourself” Jisung says, and you shyly smile.

Setting proved to be easy to teach to the kids, and they caught on extremely quickly. In no time, they were back on the courts practicing with their partner again. However, learning how to set was one thing. Executing it properly was another issue. Soon enough, the first tears of the day are shed.

A small girl was bawling as she seemingly failed to set and that resulted in a direct ball-to-face impact. You rush to grab a pack of ice and kneel next to her checking if she’s alright while applying the pack to her cheek. Meanwhile, Jisung reassures the other kids that she’s alright and has them return to their individual practice.

“Jenny how do you feel? Does it hurt a lot?” she nods slowly, tears still streaming down her face. By now, Jisung is also next to you, checking up on Jenny. Once her bawling slows to hiccups, he finds it appropriate to crack a joke.

“Hey don’t feel too bad! We all make mistakes. Y/n can tell you the amount of times I’ve fallen on my face or hit my face with a volleyball.” he laughs, and Jenny giggles as well.

“Remember that one time you literally ran into the net and bounced back onto the floor?” you grin, remembering the image clearly. Jisung’s cheeks turn bright red in embarrassment, and Jenny notices now laughing uncontrollably.

“Do you want to continue playing? We won’t make you.” you ask, seeing Jenny’s back to normal now.

“It’s okay I’ll continue playing” she smiles, and hands the ice pack back to you before running back out with her friends. You smile back, mostly to yourself and stand back up ready to move on the lesson.

“She reminds me of you.” Jisung says, and you raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“Even though she fell down, she still manages to get back up and continue. It’s admirable.” before you could say anything, he walks off to help another child.

“Y/n!” a boy says, walking, no, running up to you with a smile plastered on his face.

“Yes matthew?”

“Can I challenge you to play me?” he says, very confident in his request. You’re taken aback by it, but you decide to play along. You two go on opposite ends of the net, and you start off by serving the ball extremely lightly to him. The rally goes on for some time. Mostly one-sided because of the difference in skill-level, but you both are smiling and enjoying it nonetheless.

“I give up! You win!” he exclaims at one point, and you along with others chuckle at his sudden outburst.

“Y/n! You should face off with Jisung!” one girl shouts out, and it starts a chain reaction. Suddenly, everyone is rooting for the competition, and you sigh, knowing the kids aren’t ready for the brutal battle about to unfurl.

“Oh you are so going down” Jisung says grabbing a ball.

“Okay say that to my 23-0 record.” you smirk, and take your position. He starts off the matching by serving the ball perfectly, one that hurt your arms to return. The kids are amazed and shocked at how you two play, and how competitive the match was. You decide it was best to play to 5 points to keep it short, and make the kids can go home in time.

Finally, you hit the winning spike, and the kids go ballistic, screaming and chanting your name. Jisung, although disappointed with his loss, joins in on the celebration by sweeping you off your feet and carrying you. Going the extra mile, he proceeds to toss you up and down 3 times. He puts you down, and Hannah asks a question that makes both of you speechless.

“I’ve been watching you two all day and I’m just wondering. Are you guys dating?” the rest of the kids oooooh and it makes you blush even more.

“N-no we’re just friends” you stutter, and Jisung also nods jumping aboard your answer. The kids don’t seem to like the response though because they respond in grumbles and awwws.

“Well I think you two should because it’s cute.” Hannah says, and you laugh nervously at her blunt statement. She went long way from the shy girl this morning. Soon the rest of the kids leave, and you two are left to clean up the courts.

“Do you think we’d make a cute couple?” Jisung asks suddenly, and you nearly drop the balls in your arms in surprise.

“Well um uh-”

“I think we would” Jisung says, and your heart starts racing. It’s a familiar feeling, one that arises especially around Jisung. He turns over, now at a distance close enough to kiss you, but he stops and flashes a charming smile, and that does it for you. Your legs feel weak, and you of course, drop the balls in your arms. Alarmed, Jisung comes over and helps you pick up the balls.

“You need to really stop doing that” you mutter, still trying to regain your composure.

“Doing what?”

“Making my heart race” you respond, and this time Jisung doesn’t hesitate to kiss you.

#ahh i love jisung he's so cute #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reactions #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #jisung #han jisung #jisung scenarios #jisung fluff #straykidznet

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Grandma who accidentally invited teen she didn’t know to Thanksgiving dinner celebrates fifth holiday with him after losing husband to COVID-19

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A grandmother accidentally invited a teenager to Thanksgiving dinner four years ago and the unlikely friends have shared the holiday together ever since. But this year, due to the coronavirus pandemic, the pair celebrated a little differently — and there was an empty seat at the table.

In 2016, Wanda Dench was trying to let her grandkids know about the family’s upcoming plans for the holiday and tried to send a text message to her grandson. But Jamal Hinton, who was a 17-year-old high school student and complete stranger to Dench at the time, received the text instead.

Once the two Arizona natives realized the mistake, Hinton asked if he could “still get a plate,” according to screenshots he posted on Twitter. Dench replied, “Of course you can. That’s what grandmas do…feed everyone.”

Hinton shared the sweet conversation on social media and the story quickly went viral. They have celebrated Thanksgiving together every year since, always snapping photos and taking videos, much to the delight of many following their story.

Somebody grandma is coming in clutch this year!! Ayee!!! pic.twitter.com/QGrx83nHLl

— Jamal Hinton (@Jamalhinton12) November 15, 2016

This year, a very important person is missing from the annual tradition — Dench’s husband, Lonnie. He died from the coronavirus this spring, CBS affiliate KPHO-TV reports. Wanda was able to be with him during his final moments, the outlet added.

Hinton announced on Twitter on April 1 that both Lonnie and Wanda had tested positive for COVID-19. He said at the time that Lonnie was “in the hospital fighting both COVID and Pneumonia.” One week later, Hinton tweeted “Lonnie did not make it.”

Dench and Hinton thought about the risks of holding a Thanksgiving celebration amid the pandemic, weighing if they could figure out a way to get together the day before gathering with their own individual families, The New York Times reports. But, they eventually concluded the risk was too high, according to the New York Times.

In honor of Lonnie, the friends instead held a small, pared-down gathering on Friday, KPHO reports. Dench, her actual grandson, her daughter, Hinton and his girlfriend, Mikaela, got together for an early Thanksgiving meal. The event was a sharp contrast from the larger celebrations of years past.

As some of you may have already found out tonight Lonnie did not make it… he passed away Sunday morning

but Wanda told me all the love and support he was receiving put a huge smile on his face so I thank every single one of you guys for that!

https://t.co/tNvals0FMh

— Jamal Hinton (@Jamalhinton12) April 9, 2020

“I didn’t want to miss Thanksgiving with Jamal,” Dench told KPHO. “This year is definitely different than all the years in the past.”

To honor Lonnie, an empty seat and lit candle were placed at the head of the table. The beloved husband would always say grace before the holiday meal, so this year, Dench led the prayer.

“Thank you for all the blessings, and thank you so much for having Lonnie in my life,” Dench said as everyone sat around the table. “I miss him, but I know he’s in a good place. So to everybody here, I love you and have a wonderful Thanksgiving. Amen.”

Hinton also wanted to send a message to Lonnie during the celebrations, “I would just like to say hi, say thank you for welcoming me into your home with open arms from day one,” he said.

The CDC on Thursday urged Americans not to travel during the holiday as cases of the coronavirus continue to surge. The agency’s updated recommendations say the safest way to spend the day is “at home with the people you live with.”

“Gatherings with family and friends who do not live with you can increase the chances of getting or spreading COVID-19 or the flu,” the guidance added. “Travel may increase your chance of getting and spreading COVID-19. Postponing travel and staying home is the best way to protect yourself and others this year.”

CDC urges against traveling for holidays

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highfivecalum · 5 years

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Dark In Your Heart {CEO!CH} 2

Previous Chapters: One

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“Claudia,” Calum cleared his throat. “You can go now. Thank you.” Claudia nodded her head silently and slipped out of his office, leaving just he and Maddie alone, the tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. Maddie swallowed nervously and Calum watched as her throat worked. He clenched his jaw, trying not to think about last night. He cleared his throat and finally spoke. “Have a seat.” He gestured to the two chairs in front of his desk.

Maddie sat down silently, still way too nervous to utter a word or even look in his general direction. She crossed one leg over the other and licked her red lipstick covered lips. The same lips that were pressed against and wrapped around her fucking boss just hours before.

“So,” Calum cleared his throat once again and she snapped her head to look at him, nearly breaking her neck in the process. Her hair fell over her shoulder and Calum bit his lip at the sight of the hickeys he left on her skin. “Maddie.”

“Um, yes?”

“Are you a Madison or Madelyn?”

She furrowed her eyebrows. That was definitely not was she was expecting him to say. “Uh, n-neither. Madeline, actually.” Maddie tried not to stumble over her words and Calum cocked an eyebrow at her. He could tell she was nervous, it was hard not to tell with the way she repeatedly licked lips and bounced her leg up and down so you could hear her heel tapping against the floor quietly.

“You seem nervous.”

“What? No. I-I’m not nervous.

It fell silent and Maddie quickly looked away from him. She could barely keep eye contact with the man that was to be her boss for God knows how long. If she still even had the job. Oh God, Maddie went into panic mode at the thought of that. She didn’t have a job and was relying on this one, so if she got fired? She was fucked.

“I guess we should talk about last night.”

“Are you going to fire me?”

Their words overlapped each other and Maddie rolled her lips into her mouth as Calum tried not to smirk at her sudden outburst. He was never this laxed around his assistants, but he had already made her cum and saw her naked, so he figured there was no point in being uptight with her.

“What was that?”

“I, uh, I asked if you were going to fire me?”

“Now, why would I do that, Maddie?”

“I, uh, well, you know, because of last night…” Maddie trailed off, once again swallowing and as Calum watched all he could think about was the way his hand was wrapped around her throat the night before and how the moans that tumbled out of her mouth sounded like heaven to him. He had to stop thinking about her like that before his pants tightened even more.

“Right,” Calum cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair. He completely forgot about what he was supposed to be working on, all his attention now on the beauty in front of him. It was dark in the bar and she left before he woke up, so he didn’t get to really look at her. He got to see her brown hair and bright green eyes up close, in the daylight, and Jesus, did Calum think she was gorgeous. “Last night happened and it was well-” Calum had to choose his words wisely. He couldn’t admit she was the best lay he had gotten in a while now that she was his assistant. He had to be professional. “It happened and can’t take it back, so I say, for professional purposes, we should just pretend it didn’t happen.”

“So, you’re not firing me?”

“No, Madeline. I’m not firing you.”

“Okay, great.” Maddie pursed her lips and stood up, smoothing down her dress. She wanted to get out of his huge office, that seemed way too small now, and turned around on her heel, sparing him one more glance behind her shoulder as she pulled the door open. “Thank you, Mr. Hood.”

Calum’s pants definitely tightened at that.

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Meet me at Local Bar. Right now.

That was the first thing Maddie did when she stepped out of the building of her new job. Exhaling the breath she had been holding in all day, and finally relaxing, she pulled out her phone and texted her best friend who was with her the night before at the bar.

Everything okay?

Was the instant response she got from Stevie and she rolled her eyes. Everything was obviously not okay.

Not even close.

Maddie ordered herself a drink right as she was taking an empty seat at the bar, peeling her coat off and throwing it on the back of the chair, along with her purse. The beer was placed in front of her and so was the shot of Patron she ordered.

“Damn, bitch.” Stevie snorted as she slid into the chair next to her best friend. Watching as Maddie downed the shot, she cocked and eyebrow. “What happened to you? Your first day of work that bad?”

“I fucked my boss.”

“Wait, I’m sorry. What?” Stevie choked out a laugh.

“Last night. The guy who bought us drinks? Who I went home with?” Maddie shut her eyes at the memory, trying to erase the thought of Calum, her boss, out of her head. But it seemed impossible. “He’s my boss, Stevie.”

“Oh my-“ Stevie couldn’t help but let out a startled laugh at the news. It wasn’t funny in the slightest, but Stevie couldn’t help but laugh at how fucked up the situation was. “That’s just-“

“Fucking awful? Yeah.” Maddie chugged the rest of her beer and ordered another right away, thinking about the night before as she waited for the bartender to serve her.

Thought about how charming he was, how it took little to almost no effort to get her back to his house, and how good he made her feel. How his hands roamed her body and his lips worked expertly to bring her closer and closer to the edge. More than once. How good his cock-

“Maddie!” Stevie nearly shouted and Maddie’s head snapped to the side, eyes wide as she looked at her best friend.

“What?”

“Were you listening to anything I was saying?” Maddie’s cheeks heated up and she took a sip of her beer, ignoring Stevie’s knowing look. “What- were you just thinking about fucking your boss?”

“No! No. I was just-“

“Thinking about last night?” Stevie smirked. “He was hot, I get it. I would be thinking about it, too.”

“But he’s my boss!” Maddie exclaimed.

“Yeah, well, just don’t let it happen again. You’ll be fine, babe.”

Maddie sat back in her chair, puffing out a breath of air, and throwing her head back in aggravation. She bit down on her lip, nearly drawing blood as she thought about the predicament she had gotten herself into. It was just her luck that this would happen to her.

Just Maddie Thompson’s luck that she lands a great, very well paying and high class job, but just so happened to have the best one night stand ever with her Goddamn boss. Really, her life was a sick joke, it seemed.

“Hey,” Stevie rested her hand on Maddie’s upper arm and gave it a gentle, reassuring, squeeze. Maddie lolled her head over and Stevie frowned at the melancholy look on her best friends face. “I know you’re worried, Mads, but you’ll be fine. Just don’t make eye contact, try not to be alone with him, and most definitely do not picture how good he would look going down on you in that suit he wears.”

“Stevie!” Maddie gasped and shoved her away playfully. Maddie, once again, chugged her beer down in record speed. She needed a buzz, if she was going to be having that conversation, that much was for sure. “That thought wasn’t even in my mind until right now! Until you put it there!”

“Just tryin’ to be helpful. That’s all.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not.” Maddie rolled her eyes. “So shut up.”

Stevie chuckled, and even though Maddie knew the situation wasn’t even close to funny, she couldn’t help but laugh along with her. Leave it to Stevie to always find humor in the most fucked up situations.

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Going for Coffee with Friend!Mark

So I always see posts of BestFriend!Mark or scenarios that leads to a relationships between reader and Mark, but I’ve only seen a couple of just friendship. So here is my attempt lol.

It was Mark’s day off, he hadn’t seen you in a while due to promotions, so he messaged you if you wanted to go get coffee with him.

You couldn’t make it bc you’re still in school and it’s hectic

School got you stressed af and you can’t afford to let your grades drop rn bc report cards are almost up.

You tell him that you’ll be available next week.

He’s understanding and wishes you luck bc he nice but is low-key salty.

But ya’ll agree on a date and just keep texting while you study.

You both agreed on a Saturday, your free day/lazy day

you go to the cafe wearing an oversized sweater and gym/leggings literally what I wear everyday lol

being such a good friend you arrived earlier to the cafe, and chose a table in the corner so you guys could have more privacy.

not long after Mark comes in all smiley bc you two get to hang out for the first time in what feels like years.

“how’ve you been?”

“dude you have no idea”

“did you like... hear our new album...? I mean its totally cool if you didn’t but like --”

“lovED IT. speaking about your group mind introducing me to Lucas ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) “

“hahah how about no.”

“why notttttt??”

“that’s just weird. *shudders* no”

but ya’ll just playing around

ya’ll order your drinks hella late bc you guys had so much to talk about

he’d tell you about his trip to the Ukraine, LA, Japan etc., and he see’s how fascinated you are and he shows you the 1 to many pictures he took.

“what does your drink taste like?”

“coffee”

“(눈‸눈)really?”

“lol just kidding wanna try?”

ya’ll share drinks low-key end up switching bc ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Mark exposes the dumb things his members have done and best believe you choke on your drink and it goes up ur nose and makes ya’ll laugh so hard and it happens to the both of you

“can you believe Lucas picked his nose and flicked his booger in the direction of Kun-hyung and it landed on his face??”

“No wayyy!! Gross”

ya’ll just talk for hours who knows what you guys said but the both of you had such a blast it didn’t really matter.

When it was time for you to go home, Mark walks you to your ride making a couple of jokes.

You both low-key wanna hug but ya’ll awkward af so you guys both awkwardly smile and laugh at each other

ya’ll wave bye hands real close (almost touching as a replacement of hugging)

“I’ll text ya’ later!”

“ight, take care! see ya!”

“You too! Bye!”

Mark waits until you drive away, and leaves with a big smile on his face.

you are sitting in your seat, not being able to get rid of the smile that’s on your face.

You both chuckle as you remember something funny one an other said.

All in all ya’ll would make each other’s day because the both of you really value the times you guys can hang out due to the busy schedules ya’ll have.

due to that, these moments are very special for the both of you.

“hey loser, My family is having a small get together, wanna come? its on the ____, you’re like family so you invited ig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ”

“ Free food ayee ya’ know I’m down (☞ ͡ಸ‿ಸ)☞ ”

“ight, i’ll tell my parents its a yes from you”

“ayeee.. so does that mean ... sleep over?”

“you know ittttt”

“ayyeeeee boutta be liT”

“lol what do you mean lit? You go to sleep right away lol whatta loser (　´∀｀)σ ”　

“shut upp”

“👁❤️U”

“ewww gRoSS cOotieS”

“you’re such a dork”

“yOu’Re sUcH a dOrK”

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