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callme-dickmaster · 1 year

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Headboard

summary: eddie buys a headboard (and frame) for his bed but there's something... off about it.

pairing: eddie x fem!reader - no use of y/n

cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, established relationship, L-bombs, pet names, mentions of nosebleed, accidental injury, small abuse mention (nothing bad), mentions of sex, funny shit, teasing, wayne being an icon, eddie being a goofy dork, -I think that's all-

author's note: hey y'all 😩 I've been gone for a bit lol. All I've had time for is scrolling and not being able to write has been so depressing tbh. That with all the holidays and family drama I got going on rn has been so stressful omg. But I'm heree I'm writing now that I have a free minute to myself. Soo thanks for being patient love you! <3

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Eddie huffed, putting his hands on his hips as he glared at the bed frame and headboard sitting on his bedroom floor. Wayne hummed, tilting his head to look at the picture on the white headboard.

"Well, son, I didn't know princesses were your style!" he chuckled. Eddie rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair. "They're not! Dude didn't tell me it was his daughter's headboard!" he whined.

Wayne laughed, clapping a hand on Eddie's shoulder. "Look, I'll run down to Melvald's and get you some paint. What you think? Bubblegum pink?" Wayne asked before busting out laughing.

Eddie crossed his arms, glaring at his uncle, "Oh, you think you're so funny. Well, I'll just put it on backwards so no one can see it. How about that?" he said. Wayne snorted and put his hands up in surrender. "Suit yourself!" he said before walking out of the room. Eddie sighed, grabbing a hair tie sitting on his bed, and pulling his hair up into a bun.

The only reason he got the damn thing was because of you. There were too many times during sex when he couldn't catch himself on the wall in time before falling on top of you. One trip to the ER after giving you a nosebleed was enough for him. So, he searched until he found a guy that was getting rid of a bed frame and headboard for a twin XL which was perfect. Only he didn't realize until he brought it home and took it out of the box that it was his ten-year-old daughter's headboard that had Disney princesses all over it.

Eddie sat on his floor, screwing together the bars that made up his bedframe until it came time to face the princesses. Eddie turned the headboard so it faced the wall and tried to screw it in backwards like he said. "Don't look at me like that. I didn't ask for you," Eddie snapped at Snow White. He rolled his eyes and continued his attempts with no such luck.

"Hey, boy. Your girl's here and I'm gonna go get you that paint. And don't worry, I won't get pink I promise," Wayne chuckled. Eddie snorted and thanked him, "Black, please. If you don't mind. If the pink is cheaper go on ahead," he joked. Wayne saluted him, grabbed his keys, and left. He ran into you on his way to his truck and he just had to tell you what was going on.

"Eddie got a bedframe and it's... not what he wanted. So I'm getting him some paint. You want anything while I'm out, dolly?" Wayne asked. You smiled and shook your head, "No, I'm alright. Thank you though! I'll go see what this dork is up to. I'll hold up the fort while you're gone. God knows what Eddie'll do alone," you laughed. Wayne laughed and ruffled your hair before hopping in his old truck and driving away.

You walked into the trailer and kicked off your shoes before wandering into Eddie's room and laughing at him sitting criss-cross on the floor trying to screw on a headboard the wrong way. "You look goofy," you snickered. "Jesus! Baby, you scared the shit out of me!" Eddie exclaimed, putting a hand on his chest.

You smiled and flopped down on his bed. Eddie gave up on his project and leaned down to kiss you instead. "Got a headboard so I can't abuse you anymore," Eddie snickered, bopping your nose to prove his point. You laughed and rolled your eyes, "It was one time 'ya goober!" you giggled, bopping him back.

"Still! At least now I can do that super hot and sexy headboard maneuver when we do it," Eddie said, doing air thrusts and pretending to smack someone's ass. You smacked your hand to your forehead, but you had to laugh anyway. Eddie snickered and flicked some stray hairs out of his face. "Wayne tell you he was getting paint?" he asked, sitting on the floor in front of you and rubbing circles into your calves. You smiled, playing with his hair as best you could in its bun. "Yeah. What's wrong with it anyway? Looks like a normal ass headboard," you asked.

Eddie sighed, going over to the stupid thing and turning it to show you the problem. You covered your mouth before bursting into laughter.

"Don't laugh!" Eddie grumbled, pouting and squinting at Cinderella's mocking smile. You giggled, wiping an imaginary tear from your eye. "I'm not laughing at you! I just think it would be fucking hilarious if we were doing it and Snow White was staring you down!" you laughed.

Eddie curled his lips in, trying to pretend like that wouldn't be funny. "Look, just- when Wayne comes back will you help me paint?" Eddie asked, "I'll make you popcorn and we can watch a movie after?" he offered to sweeten the pot. You hummed and faked having to think about it before you smiled and agreed. Eddie cupped your cheeks and kissed you as a thank you, planting tiny kisses all over your face after.

"Okay! Okay! Don't smother me, goof," you giggled.

"I just love you."

"I love you too, but you're squishing my cheeks, dear."

"I'm so sorry, baby," Eddie breathed, holding a handful of tissues to your bleeding nose. You side-eyed him and sighed. "I thought you said the headboard was gonna fix this problem. I think it might've broken this time," you said. Eddie winced, reaching over to the tissue box the hospital receptionist gave you two.

"I'm really sorry. I tried to catch myself! I just... missed?" Eddie said, cringing. You snickered and sighed, tossing your clump of tissues away and grabbing more. "It's okay. It'll be a funny story to tell the kids someday," you said.

"We're not telling the kids you broke your nose having sex!"

small a/n: it's been a while lol but hopefully this is alright :)

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roosterforme · 3 months

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Adult Education Part 23 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jake has found everything he needs in one person. He knows deep inside that nothing is going to change Jessica's love for him, but he's nervous to tell her what's been on his mind. When he opens himself up to her even more, she gives him everything he wants.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, pegging, anal, language, 18+

Length: 3400 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Epilogue Part Two

Five more months later...

Jessica was just settling down on the couch with a mug of tea when Jake got home from work. "Hey, Baby," he said as he undid the top buttons on his khaki uniform shirt. "How was your day?"

"Not bad," she replied, absolutely loving that her Fridays ended early this term. "I started making a list of what we need to pack for Cabo, and I printed out my final exam sheets. Dinner's in the oven, and I'm about to email Luca back. He asked me if I wanted him to stop by with his skateboard next week. Isn't he adorable?"

Jake smirked as she reached for him. "You made dinner? Seriously?"

She rolled her eyes as she said, "Don't be silly, Smart Boy. I took the pan of lasagna that you left in the refrigerator and put it in the oven."

"Yeah, that makes more sense," he drawled as she looked up at him from the couch.

"Your uniforms are ruining my life," she whispered as she ran her hands along his thigh and took his zipper pull between her thumb and index finger. "Ever since I actually flew with you in your flight suit, I can't get enough of all of these things. I've been enjoying all the role playing."

Jake pressed his lips together, a thoughtful look on his face. "I noticed you've been having a lot of fun bossing me around lately."

She hummed as she kissed his zipper. "That's an understatement. I loved it when you called me Admiral Reed while you wore your dress blues. Speaking of which... I haven't seen them recently."

"Special occasions, Baby. Can't wear them every day," he told her, and she made a disappointed sound as he took one step away from her.

"Where are you going? I was about to give you a blowjob."

To her knowledge, Jake had never turned her down. Ever. Not once in over ten months with him. She sat still on the couch and watched him rake his fingers a bit nervously through his hair. The more she looked at him, the more she realized he didn't quite seem like himself, and she hopped up from the couch and went to him.

"You can tell me what's wrong, Jake," she promised softly. "Did I do something?"

"No," he replied with conviction. "You didn't do a damn thing wrong, Baby. I've just had something on my mind."

"Oh." She was trying to think of a single positive thing that would get this reaction out of him, but she could only come up with negatives. Her mind was supplying scenarios that would be enough to break her heart as he studied her with pensive green eyes.

"I really like that," he muttered, gaze falling to the floor. "When you kind of... take control." His face was flushed a pretty shade of pink, and Jessica couldn't stop staring. He was so obviously nervous, and he didn't meet her eyes until she pressed her palm to his warm cheek. "I like it when you do that."

"Okay," she replied with a little nod. "Then I'll do it more often."

He huffed out an exasperated breath and looked up at the ceiling now. "Jessica... I've never asked for anything like this before. And I don't really know how to do it now."

She used both hands to tip his face down again so he was looking at her once more. His pupils were wide, and his lips were set in a firm line, and she had no idea what was running through his mind that was making him react this way. "You can tell me anything, Jake. You can ask for what you want. I do it all the time. I ask you to buy me lingerie and toys, and you always do."

"This is different," came his immediate response. "I don't know if you'll like it. Hell, I don't even know if I'll like it."

She scraped her nails gently along his stubble and tried to imagine what he wanted. She'd give him anything. "Is it something kinky?" she asked, tracing his lip as he nodded. "You're just going to have to tell me then, and I promise I'll at least consider it."

Jake seemed to be gathering his thoughts as her hand drifted down his neck to his shirt where she slowly traced the letters in SERESIN over and over again until he whispered, "Okay. Baby, you know how we bought all those toys from that one website?" When she nodded, he added, "And you know how we kind of skipped the one category?"

She could picture the night they were curled up on the couch with her phone, adding things to the shopping cart with reckless abandon until they'd spent over five hundred dollars. She could also clearly picture the collection of dildos and straps that were available that they didn't touch at all.

"Oh."

He swallowed hard, his eyes growing wide as he started to pull away from her. "Yeah."

But Jessica wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tighter against her body. He was getting a little hard, and then she whispered, "You want me fuck you like that? With a strap-on?"

She really didn't even need the verbal confirmation, not with the way his body reacted and the soft moan that came from the back of his throat. But she kissed him as soon as he said, "Yes."

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Jake was waiting for things to shift. He was bracing himself for Jessica to look at him differently or change her mind. There was a difference between wants and needs, and he knew that. He wanted to experiment with her, because he trusted her. She brought out emotions he'd never felt before which opened them up to some exciting exploration in the bedroom. He was nervous to tell her what he wanted, but he did it anyway.

But what he needed was for Jessica to say yes when he proposed on vacation in Cabo with the three carat diamond ring he bought. He needed her to say she'd spend the rest of her life with him before they went to Texas for Christmas. But if it were possible for someone to fulfill all of his needs and his wants too, it was Jessica. It was always going to be Jessica.

So he was surprised but not unpleasantly so when after dinner, she stretched out on the couch with her head on his thigh and brought the topic back to the items she mentioned earlier. She looked up at him and said, "We should make sure you're happy with what we pick, but there are a lot of options. And I guess if we buy something and you don't like it, we could always try again?"

"I love you," he whispered, now knowing he hadn't done anything to change the way she felt about him. She smiled softly as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"I love you, too," she promised. "And I'm really excited about this."

Jake sighed in relief. "If you don't think it's fun, we definitely don't need to try it a second time." But she was already pointing out a few different dildos that she found on her phone and holding it up for him to see.

"Oh, Jake," she said with a grin that made him pulse with need. "I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a great time. And this one comes in navy blue... I'm just saying, it would match your uniforms perfectly."

That comment alone left Jake in a state of constant need for the next week while he waited for the goods to arrive. The box was dropped off the following Friday, and Jessica was wearing his robe and smiling like the cat who got the cream when he got home from work. "How was your last day of the semester, Dr. Reed?" he asked softly as she held up the pink box.

"It was good," she replied easily. "And it's about to get even better. We leave for Cabo in the morning, and the new toys are here."

Jake swallowed hard as she handed him the box, and when she untied his robe sash, he was treated to the sight of her in her navy blue lace bra and thong set. "Jessica," he croaked, already turned on and beyond excited.

"Look in the box," she told him, and he realized she had already cut it open. Everything was the same blue color as her lingerie, and he moaned softly when he ran his hand along the smaller of the two dildos. He didn't know if this would feel good or not, but the idea of his girlfriend wearing it was making him hard.

He met her eyes as she said, "If it looks good to you, I'll clean everything and get ready while you change into your dress blues."

"My dress blues?" he asked as she took the box from him.

She bit her lip and moaned. "Do it, Lieutenant Seresin. Put on your dress blues and wait for me in the bedroom."

"Yes, ma'am," he grunted, heading right for the closet without delay. His hands shook slightly as he pulled his uniform from the hanger. He was so excited, he could barely get the tie on himself. He looked at the shoes. Would she want him to wear the shoes? Did he want to skip them and hope for a reprimand? Would she reward him more if he was wearing the full uniform?

He ended up putting them on, and when Jessica walked into the bedroom, he was standing at attention. But his jaw dropped when he saw that she was already wearing the strap-on. No sound came out, but he was gasping for air as she ran her hand up and down the length, casually strolling closer to him.

"This looks good on you, Lieutenant," she purred, and his cock stirred a little more. "I like it when you're dressed for the occasion."

"What's the occasion, Admiral Reed?"

She took his hand in hers and turned the palm up, and then she squeezed out some lube. Then she guided his hand to the dildo, and he helped her coat it up. "You're the one who told me this uniform is just for special occasions, so I'll make it a very special one for you. I'm going to fuck you in the ass until you come."

Jake gasped, his hand tightening around the length, pulling Jessica closer to him. "Please," he whimpered, and she adjusted his hat on his head with her clean hand.

"I can't guarantee this will stay on," she mused, grabbing him by the bicep and turning him so he was facing the bed. Her hands came to rest on his hips from behind, and the toy poked him as she said, "And these definitely won't be staying on."

She reached around and started to undo the front of his pants. This was his Jessica. This was the self assured, beautiful woman of his dreams, and she started jerking him off as his pants fell to the floor. The strap on was rubbing his backside. He could come simply from this.

"Bend over, Lieutenant," she demanded, squeezing his cock with her slick hand before releasing him. He did as he was told, and when his cheek met the bedding, her hands met his ass. "Don't forget, Jake," she said softly. "If you're not enjoying it, the safe word is Sam Adams."

"Thank you, Baby," he whispered, actually feeling a lot more at ease than he imagined. And that's precisely when Jessica's hand landed on his ass with a hard slap.

"Lieutenant Seresin," she barked out. "Your uniform is sloppy. Your pants are on the floor. I have told you so many times to straighten this out!"

"Yes Admiral Reed, ma'am," he replied, his voice shaking with need as his cock twitched against the bed. "I'll do better next time."

She laughed, and Jake could hear her uncap the bottle of lube just before he felt her squeeze it onto his backside near where she spanked him. "You need to be taught a lesson. Or you'll keep strutting around here like the rules don't apply to you."

"Yes, ma'am," he gasped as her fingers slid through the slick mess before easing from his balls right up to his asshole. He was already bucking back against her fingers as she teased him, and he'd never been more aware of the fact that he'd never had anything inside him before.

He looked back at her over his shoulder, his blue jacket all bunched up on his body along with his shirt and tie. When she met his eyes, she smirked and said, "Relax, Lieutenant. Be a good boy. It will all be over soon."

The words Sam Adams were right there on his tongue, and he was ready to shout them out, but he found himself relaxing at her touch as she eased her fingertip along while she whispered, "Just be a good boy."

He grunted at the stretch, because it felt incredible. "Admiral Reed," he whined as she inserted her finger deeper. God, he'd wanted this in the worst way, and it felt so fucking good. Her other hand rubbed circles along his lower back, and when he pressed his hips back for more of her finger, she started to withdraw it instead.

"You want more," she whispered, a statement rather than a question. She could tell he did, but he nodded against the bedding and told her yes. Then her finger was back, slipping inside him as he took fistfuls of the blankets. This was different than he usually felt when they were intimate. Not better or worse, but a different kind of pleasurable. She was easily gliding along a spot inside him that left him a little short of breath, groaning her name.

After long enough that his cock was starting to ache for relief, she said, "I think you're ready for the strap, Lieutenant. And I can't wait to give it to you."

He knew she would be gentle amidst the roleplay, and she was. Jake could feel her coating him up with more lube before she leaned down and kissed his back through his uniform. Then she eased the blunt silicone head to his hole and swirled it around while he did his best to try to relax. Jessica's other hand wrapped around to his cock which was devastatingly hard, and she started to slowly jerk him off again while she pushed.

If the stretch from her finger felt good, the stretch from the strap felt both incredible and also alarming. He was gasping, knuckles white as he clutched the bedding. Jessica pushed deeper and deeper, still stroking her hand along his cock as she filled his ass completely. Her hips were resting against him as he moaned and whined loudly.

He squeezed his eyes closed, sucking in air as she paused, fully seated. "How does that feel, Lieutenant Seresin?" she asked, voice breathy as she kissed along his back again.

Jake tried to find the words to describe the juxtaposition of pleasure mixed with slight pain along with the thrumming desire for more. More of Jessica's voice, more movement, and more pressure. "I like it," he managed, and that was all she needed to hear.

Inch by beautiful inch, she withdrew until that blunt tip was the only thing inside him, and Jake moaned loudly as she thrusted into him faster this time while his body grabbed at the length. "Oh god," he whined when he was full again. "Feels amazing."

She slid her slick hand along his cock and whispered, "You're my good boy," while she fucked him. "You're doing great." She rolled her hips, fucking him with rapid, shallow thrusts while he grunted her name and balled the bedding up tighter. She stroked his length slower as her hips went faster, and Jake's hands shook with anticipation.

"Baby," he moaned as her hips pressed against his ass, holding herself in place as she filled him completely.

"Admiral Reed," she corrected, letting her hand drift slowly back down his shaft so she was squeezing his balls. She rolled her hips back and snapped them forward in one fluid motion, and Jake buried his face in the bedding as he cried out.

"Admiral Reed! I'm close! I'm so close!"

Without slowing her tempo, Jessica grabbed him by his hips, and Jake's cock pressed against the bed. She was rubbing him in all the right places, keeping him full with thrust after thrust, and his cock was throbbing in need.

"Come, Lieutenant. You earned it," she promised, grabbing at his hips and waist and grunting as she finished him off with all of her remaining strength. Just a few more thrusts as she found every spot inside of him that needed relief, and he was coming all over the bed.

"Fuck!" he growled, lifting his upper body slightly to chase that perfect pressure, and he watched his cum shoot across the bedding as Jessica rubbed his electrified skin. Jake collapsed back down onto his own mess, the sticky warmth on his hands and cheek as he whined and whimpered.

He felt Jessica remove the strap one inch at a time until she was free of his body, and she hugged him from behind, kissing at his shoulder. "I love you, Jake. I love you so much," she crooned breathlessly, and he at least had the wherewithal to realize she might need some relief now as well. But he couldn't stand up yet. Not when she was whispering the sweetest things in his ear while his legs shook.

When he lifted his head, she kissed his cheek while he tried to formulate words. Then she moaned and licked the cum from his face. Nothing had changed. She was still his in the same way she had been, and if anything, he loved her more for what she just did with him.

"Jessica," he whispered, kissing her lips, finally. She tasted like him. She tasted perfect. Then he stood, and she was smiling up at him, wearing that pretty strap. And Jake knew. He fucking knew damn well that it was time to ask her.

"Where are you going?" she asked when he reached for his pants, pulling them up high enough so he could walk.

He rushed out to the kitchen and opened the cabinet that contained all of the spices and seasonings. She was still apprehensive about cooking on her own, and this was the last place she would have looked for anything. He grabbed the small box and popped it open as he ran back into the bedroom as quickly as he could. Jessica had removed the strap and set it on the bed, leaving her in that sinful looking navy blue set. She adjusted her glasses just before her gaze fell to his hand, and then he dropped to his knee in front of her.

"Jake?" she gasped as her eyes went wide.

"Marry me. Please, Baby. Marry me. You're a need. A necessity. But you're also somehow the only thing I want. I was going to propose in Cabo, but I can't even wait until tomorrow. Will you marry me?"

Her pretty face crumpled as she sobbed, but she was nodding and reaching for him. Her voice shook as she smiled through her tears. "Yes. I'll marry you. You're my needs and wants, too."

Jake stood and scooped her up as he laughed. She ended up beneath him on the bed next to his cum, kissing him and running her fingers through his hair while he tried to get her to hold her hand still. "Let me put it on you, Smart Girl," he whispered, unable to stop smiling as he took her left hand and slipped the ring into place. He loved the way it looked. And then, as if the massive diamond didn't matter much to her in comparison to him, she had her hands back in his hair. And he kind of loved that, too.

"I can't wait to tell everyone how we got engaged," she said as she laughed and buried her face against his neck.

"You can tell them anything you want, Jess. Just make sure you pack that strap for Cabo along with the rest of the toys."

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Thank you so much for coming on this little journey with me! It was really fun to fit Jake and Jessica into the Beer Boy and Sugar universe, and I hope you'll stick around to read about Bob and Anna soon, too! IYKYK...if you follow along with Beer Boy and Sugar, you already knew about Jake and Jessica's upcoming nuptials. More surprises are in store in every corner of this universe soon! Big thanks to @mak-32 @beyondthesefourwalls @sylviebell for all your help!

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meowmeowriley · 29 days

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Bunny!Ghost anon, you know who you are. I'd like to once again address you because this is your. Fault. I've now discovered this will be a much longer fic than I'd initially anticipated. Because of that, have a little snippet of a scene that's been eating away at my head, but won't come till later in the fic. Just to tide y'all over till I can get you a proper first chapter. 😘🐇

*** Watership Down-Bad, scene ???***

Johnny was sitting at his desk when Simon entered the Sergeants's shared office, his back to the door. He didn't look up when Simon knocked on the doorframe.

"Unless someone's dead or dying, give me a minute." Johnny grumbled without stopping. He was typing like a mad man.

Simon considered his options for a moment. He could make himself known, Johnny would ask what's wrong, they'd talk, distracting Simon from his overactive mind. He could walk away, letting his maybe partner? the Sergeant finish his work.

The poor man looked exhausted though. And disgruntled. Truly, he looked how Simon felt. Fuck it. Simon shifted.

He hopped quietly up to Johnny's desk. Took half a second to evaluate his target and plan his trajectory. Then launched himself.

"Bloody christ!"

Simon landed on the desk, the keyboard went flying. It came unplugged from the monitor as it flew, then crashed into the ground loudly, keys detaching and scattering who knows where about the room. Simon huffed, settled his chin onto his dewlap, and stretched his legs out and behind himself. He closed his eyes, but not before catching a glimpse of a stunned Johnny, arms up from jumping and pushing his chair back from the desk when he'd been startled, mouth agape.

Silence.

"Ghost?" What a stupid question. Who else? Not like he could answer, though.

If anyone were to ever ask, Ghost hated being pet, being touched. Ghost had bitten his fair share of people for getting their grubby hands on his plush fur. But... Simon craved connection. He hadn't realized how desperate he was for affection until it had ben offered, and he'd lashed out, like always. Outside of his warren, he always lashed out. But Soap was a stubborn bastard. Going so far as to continuously reach out towards him, even though he always nipped. So he flopped. And if the self proclaimed 'rabbit expert' didn't see this as the tentative olive branch that it was, well then Ghost was fucked, and Simon would be alone forev-

Simon was suddenly being pulled off the desk. His eyes flew open of their own accord and he made to bite the arms that were intent on restraining him, legs kicking spastically in protest.

"Oh go ahead then ye bastard, ye've bit me before, and ye will again a thousand times." Johnny pulled him off the desk and situated him in his lap. Simon, the large bunny that he was, sprawled with his back legs in soaps lap, near the edge of the desk, and his head resting on Johnny's shoulder. One of Johnny's hands cupped his rump, supporting him, not restraining.

They held their positions for a moment, both waiting for the other to decide this wasn't what they actually wanted. Eventually, ever so slowly he could feel himself aging, Johnny brought a hand up to stroke down Simon's back. Then again. And again. He brought his hand higher, pushing Simon's ears back to his body, and breathed what could've been a slight laugh when they bounced back up.

"Suppose we'll talk later then, aye?" Did he expect a response? Surely not. He wouldn't be getting one anyway. "Hang on," Johnny instructed as he started to shift himself lower in his seat, most likely to be more comfortable. Unfortunately he jostled Simon, who was not pleased. "Don't bite me just because you're a touch uncomf- ach! Ye fucker!" He chuckled as he scolded Simon, who had buried his face in the other man's shirt to bite at his peck.

Simon was now on his side, curled a little, head tucked under Johnny's chin. Being pet. It'd been so long since he'd willingly been pet. It was pleasant.

He lost track of time, only noting its passage when the petting stopped, and he mourned the absence of it. Johnny's hand stilled on his back. His world shook as the human beneath him began to snore. Simon settled in deeper, snuggled closer to the kindness he didn't feel he deserved, and allowed himself to purr. No one would know.

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"The fuck is all this?" Gaz said aloud as he entered his shared office with Soap and found the remains of a keyboard scattered all over the floor. Had the man finally lost it?

Thump.

He looked around. Soap was asleep, head thrown back, drooling and snoring in his desk chair.

"Wha-"

Thump.

Curled up against Soap's chest, evidently kicking the desk, was the biggest fucking rabbit Kyle had ever seen in his life.

"Ghost?"

Thump!

Louder and more incessant this time. Didn't that mean he was angry? He looked pretty pissed. Maybe Gaz didn't actually need to file the report on the rookies breaking each others noses again. He threw up his hands in surrender, and left as quietly as he could.

#ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #call of duty #modern warfare #cod mw2 #fanfic #simon ghost riley #trans!ghost #rabbit shifter ghost #shifter au #john soap mactavish #ao3 #watership down bad au

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ushiko · 4 months

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pull up, pull down

ushijima wakatoshi x reader

summary: you have a really bad crush on the local gym hottie like you are down bad. but let's see if he can teach you a pull-up.

a/n: idk what this is. wrote all of it in one sitting on my phone so don’t judge me. but either way enjoy!

all you needed to do were some hip thrusts and the smith machine is right there! but not when he is right across doing pull-ups like it was the easiest thing in the world. you would die of embarrassment. it was already hard enough to not get caught staring at him every time you came but this is beyond that. glute day is officially canceled.

there is no way you get away not looking at him when he is right across from you. you wouldn’t be able to control the path your eyes take down his face to the veins that bulge through his skin. it’s time to change exercises or your entire workout for that matter. never hurt anyone to have a good back day. you slowly walk towards the lat pulldown machine when out of the corner of your eye you see his shadow move toward your direction. he couldn’t possibly be heading to this area right?

you were very wrong. he was practically right beside you as he pulled the bar towards him only making his muscles tighter and the veins even more noticeable. he couldn’t even hide since he decided today to wear a white cut-out tank that left little to the imagination. little did he know that he was about the kill the poor person a machine down from the way he pulled on the cable.

this crush began weeks ago when you decided to change gyms after a run-in with an ex that left a sour taste in your mouth. plus this one was a lot more quiet than your last gym. your first day it was going well until a god-like man with the physique of Aries and the beauty of Aphrodite walked past you in a mid-set. you almost hurt yourself as you watched him walk past. his face was stern but held a strong pose as he walked with an unknown confidence. it didn't help that he would wear the shortest of shorts that showed off his tree trunks of legs and the ass to fit. you’ve never seen him speak to anyone or bring any trouble telling you that he is more likely than not a shy man. he was just supposed to be your gym crush and nothing more but the more you saw him the more you wanted to know.

from his attire, you could tell he was a part of some sport as he owned many pieces of clothes from the same team. however, none of it had his name on it… unfortunately. he only came during the late afternoon or evening on weekdays but never on weekends. he walked in with only a bottle of water, keys, and headphones and left the same way. you only noticed him smile once when he was looking at his phone but it was only a lifting of the lip but it’s the best you got. you didn’t want to be a stalker but you couldn’t help but be intrigued by the mysterious man.

“excuse me, how many more sets do you have?”

megan thee stallion does not have a deep voice who is that?

looking up from your lap, the man of the hour is towering above you when a barely there smile or is it just your imagination? the sweat on his face was somehow making him glow even brighter than an angel’s halo. how is that even possible?

you clear your throat and hop off the seat, “oh I’m actually done no worries.”

“ but you only did one set.”

you blink wildly and glance back on the seat you were just sitting in. how did he know that?

“umm well just not really feeling it today, i guess,” you mumble while fiddling with the skin on your thumb.

he hums and looks at the weight you had it set on.

“you were pulling higher last week maybe your body is in a resting period today, “ he rambles, “ you should still finish out the rest of your sets to see if you can go higher today before you do other weights.”

you just stare at him like a deer in headlights. how did he know all this? you didn’t even realize that you were pulling heavier last week. your brain froze as it scrambled to think of anything to say. the little person in your brain was scrambling through everything to find one little word to say.

“okay.”

that’s all it could come up with. it was too hard to think of anything else when the man you had been crushing on for weeks was standing right in front of you with a determination to get you to do two more sets. this also made you see that he had hazel eyes with the way the sun only seemed to shine brightly down on him through the large window.

“you don’t have to if you don’t feel like it. never pressure your body into something it doesn’t want to do. it’s not good for building your muscles or stamina,” he states while looking at you almost into your soul.

“no, you are right! i should wouldn’t be a proper workout if I didn’t do it all,” you stutter out.

you swear you catch a shadow of a smile lifting from his lips but it could have been your imagination.

you take a seat back down on the machine and begin to adjust your weights noticing that he stood by leaning against the machine next to yours. the gym felt awfully quiet as you clear your throat trying to focus on the machine in front of you.

as you go up to reach for the bar, he already grabbed it for you bringing it down to the palm of your hands. he pulled it down like it weighed as heavy as a raisin.

“thank you,” you mumble. you begin going through the motions as you continue to glance out of the corner of your eye seeing him still standing there. he stood firmly with his arms crossed and his eyes set on you.

the sweat was pouring down your back as his gaze sent an unknown heat down your spine. this was something you had never felt before and your body surely did not know how to handle this type of reaction.

after finishing the final set, there were barely any words spoken but plenty of awkward smiles and short eye contact. your mind swirled with the idea that he was also watching you too to a degree in which he knew you were lifting more last week than now. who is the stalker now?

“ im sorry if I made you uncomfortable at all,” he suddenly says as you grab your water for a swig.

you lift your brow and shake your head, “ no you’re okay you didn’t! I was just shocked that’s all.”

“shocked by what?” he asks quickly as he begins adjusting the machine to his weight.

you clear your throat, “that you knew how many sets I did and how much weight I had done.”

he stayed silent for a moment before he sat where you previously were.

“ not hard to notice some as pretty as you in here. just started to pay attention more that’s all.”

if steam could come out of ears, both of yours and his would be blowing a hot stream of steam right now. you watched as the tips of his ears glowed a bright red as you felt heat rise towards your face and tingles in your toes.

no words were passed between each other for a couple minutes as he blazed through his sets and you were gathering your wits. how were you supposed to respond to that?

as he was about to begin a new set the words ran out of your mouth like a track star crossing the finish line.

“ can you teach me how to do a pull-up?”

his shoulders jump as he lets the bar fly to the top of the machine. you stand with your hands behind you with a slight sway in your feet. he stares at you with no trace of emotion on his face besides the slight glow of redness sitting on the apple of his cheeks.

then suddenly angels begin to sing and heaven shines down as his lips spread to a wider smile with teeth showing through. you could have died right there.

“yes, I can. let’s do it now.” he rushes off the machine and heads toward the pull-up bar.

“wait you need to finish your set!” you exclaim as you try to quickly catch up with him.

a chuckle passes his lips as he looks at you over his shoulder, “ i didn’t need to do those anyways.”

no one has ever made you more silent in the moment till now.

you both now stand at the pull-up bar waiting for someone to make the first move. or at least speak or move. his words have your brain frantically looking for anything to say.

“my name is wakatoshi ushijima by the way. never really introduced myself,” he lets a slight chuckle while rubbing the back of his neck.

“im (y/n) (l/n), it’s great to finally meet you,” you joke as a laugh passes your lips.

he laughs back, “you as well. now are you ready for a pull-up?”

that’s how you ended up being at the gym on a thursday night for two hours with your gym crush. truly a heavenly night. with his contact info now in your phone as ‘ toshi <3’.

gym days just got ten times better because now you have your gym crush as your gym partner.

thank goodness for a canceled glute day.

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hanjsquokka · 6 months

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The Phantoms - [ 3RACHA ]

🎙 SYNOPSIS: A lovely independent home in the suburbs of Seoul at a low cost? You didn't question it until you found out the house came along with three extremely confused ghosts.

GENRE: ghosts, music band, rockstar, hip-hop, non idol au!

PAIRING: 3racha × fem!reader, han jisung × fem!reader

CONTENT WARNING: will contain swearing, slightly mature content such as smoke, weed, alcohol, mentions of sexual activities (no actual smut), angst, confused 3racha, ghosts, underwordly stuff (idk). This is highly inspired by the show Julie and The Phantoms!

WORD COUNT: 6K + (ongoing)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: sorry I disappeared for like a month there! Had a lot of things to do irl! Finally back with this fic (I've never been more proud of something I've written) and I just love it because it's so them T-T. Also, if you've watched Julie and The Phantoms, Changbin is so Reggie coded like do not argue with me there ✋️

EP 01 - you made the whole room fucking pink : moving into a new house had it's pros and cons. pros, you finally had a new place to stay in without the lady next door complaining about how loud you played your music or listen to the news from the old man who lived upstairs at four in the morning. cons, three ghosts could inhabit said house, scaring both you and themselves. but who were these ghosts and why did they dress like they were from a 2000's sitcom?

EP 02 - the only idol i know is park jinyoung: the ghosts of 3RACHA weren't as bad as some of the boys you knew but they sure were a handful. for some reason, no one could see them but they sure could hear them. the ghosts themselves were struggling to adjust to the fact that they were ghosts and they missed out on a big chunk of their life. after a small argument with jisung, you begin to see another side to the snarky guy. but when your best friends show up at your house unannounced with news that you didn't want to hear, how long would it take for you to face your fears?

EP 03 - what the hell is spotify : performing at your own housewarming party made you a lot more anxious than you initially thought it would. chan, changbin and jisung — out of the pure goodness of their little dead hearts — decide to help you perform since they were a band after all. after a little mishap with jeongin seeing them, the rappers realize that they could still make music for people. with the help of changbin's new friend, they might just have a chance at becoming 3RACHA again.

EP 04 - we're dying again, surprise : loading

EP 05 - we are not getting eomuk this time : loading

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shayyprasad · 4 months

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didn't see you there | peter parker

late christmas fic cuz why not

summary: what's a little cafe meet-cute?

the walls were coated with green, red, and white. christmas decor hung from corner to corner, draped against the walls.

there was a small christmas tree in the back, wrapped with tinsel and ribbon. small, shiny ornaments perched themselves upon the prickly branches.

holiday music rang from the speakers, and you twirled around, broom in hand. it was closing time and you were cleaning up before heading out.

"last christmas, i gave you my heart... and the very next day...

"you gave it away... this year..."

brushing pieces of trash and clumps of dirt into pile, you sang loudly, not concerned since you were the only one there.

the music was turned all they way up, and you weren't conscious of what was going on around you.

that's probably why you didn't here the chime of the doorbell, indicating that someone had entered.

at this point, you were doing less working and more... whatever was that you were doing.

"um— miss? i was just— i was popping in for a drink?"

you yelped, hopping backwards and jabbing the broom towards him. once you realized that he was not in fact a potential robber or bad guy, you lowered the weapon. weapon?

there wasn't much to work with in a cafe.

your cheeks were flaming hot, and you were just about ready to die.

the worst part?

he was 100% the cutest guy you'd ever seen. i mean, that had to make everything worse.

because now you couldn't even hit on him. poor guy probably thought you were crazy.

"...we're closed."

"oh, sorry. i didn't think you closed until 10:00. that— that's what the sign said outside, anyways."

"uh, yeah it's..."

9:51.

"oh. oh, i'm so sorry. i g-guess i lost track of time. i can take you right now, if you'd like."

strike two.

"yes, please."

you cleared your throat, face still flushed. "what can i get you... at 9:52, good sir?"

the boy (man?) cracked a grin, and your insides squeezed. he was just so damn pretty.

"one large black coffee. um, extra caffeine."

you raised an eyebrow, and he took it upon himself to further elaborate, "college student," he chucked, and that was enough for you to understand.

"well, that'll do it."

he laughed, "yep!"

"can i have a name for the order?" you didn't need it, but it was a good excuse to get his name.

"yes, yeah," then he paused, like he was trying to remember said name. "parker peter. wait, no— that's not what i meant. i-i don't know why it came out like that. peter. it's peter. parker, that's my last name... if you're wondering where that came from."

"okay... peter. cute."

you didn't ignore the blush that made it's way onto his face. maybe he didn't get flirted with often, you thought.

but then again, how could he not? peter was literally a greek god... like, what?

"so..." you started, wanting to break the silence, "what're you majoring in?"

"biotech."

"ooh, you're a science guy, huh?"

"yeah." peter was blushing again, you noted. why, though? did he think that was weird? or nerdy? well, it was nerdy, but in the best way possible.

"that's really cool!"

"you think?"

"of course!"

"um, yeah, i intern for mr. stark."

"mr. stark?" you racked your brain, trying to figure out whether or not you were supposed to know him. "...wait. oh my god, tony stark? like- like- stark industries? that tony stark?"

you were speechless. you knew that he had to be smart, considering he was in biotech. but this level? wow.

"mhm."

and, man, he seemed so modest about it.

"jeez, pete. that's insane!"

"thanks..." he glanced at your name tag, "y/n. that's a pretty name. what about you?"

"me? what about me?" you asked, banging on the side of the coffee machine. "damnit. this stupid piece of— ah-ha!" smiling as it started to work, you started filling up the large cup.

"major. wha-what are you majoring in?"

"huh— oh! i'm still in high school. i turn eighteen in a couple weeks. i'm a senior. y'know, at midtown."

peter's eyebrows shot up, "midtown?"

"hmm," you clipped on the top. glancing at the sharpie, you inhaled. you picked it up and scribbled down his name. and then, after a moment, you number.

"i used to go there. i knew you looked familiar. i'm a sophomore at college. you were... what, like freshman when i was there?"

"uh... yeah. something like that. that's so weird. i've never seen you around before."

peter winced, "um, yeah, i wasn't the most well known..."

you bit your lip, not wanting the conversation to drop. "well, here's your disgustingly bland coffee, parker. sure you don't want any sugar or anything? a cookie, maybe?"

"no, i'm okay," he laughed, taking the cup from you. peter took out his wallet and handed you his card, which you took.

"sorry, again. for... you know."

"nothing to apologize for. you're good." pete furrowed his brows. "are- are you closing up yourself?"

you shrugged. "yeah. why?"

"no... it's just, it's really late."

"meh. i live, like, 5 minutes away from here."

"then i can drop you off? just so— just to make sure you get home safe."

"it's okay. besides, i still haven't finished," you gestured vaguely, "all this."

"i can wait. it's okay."

"pete—"

"it'd make me feel a lot better knowing you get home." he tilted his head at you.

everything about him felt so safe; you didn't even know him, but you already trusted him. he had that feeling that resonated off him.

"i—" you blushed, your insides squirming at the fact that he cared about your well-being. he was a stranger, and yet he still wanted to do this, so who were you to refuse? besides, it would be nice you stay and talk to him longer. "okay."

peter grinned, "cool!"

"just give me a minute." you cleaned up, wiping down the tables and pushing in chairs. "you know what'd be crazy?"

peter looked at you.

actually, you weren't sure if he'd ever looked away, because when you glanced up, his eyes were locked on you. "huh?"

"if you were, like, some kidnapper. and i just wouldn't know, because you'd be trying to seem nice, and then bam, you're dragging me to the trunk of your car. kinda like reverse psychology, but not."

he laughed, shaking his head. "how'd you know? man, you just blew my cover."

"don't even try it. i got a fancy red panic button on the underside of this counter."

"do you really?"

"yep... no. we don't. well, technically, we do. but it doesn't work."

"huh. okay."

the two of you went back and forth with little quips, making each other laugh, until finally, you were done. taking of your apron, you tossed it in the bin and hung up the cap. peter held the door open for you as you flipped over the "open" sign to "closed".

"you know, i normally don't let pretty boys walk me back home from work."

"well, i don't normally walk pretty girls home from work. so you should be flattered."

"i'll have you know that i am."

"how come you work so late anyways?"

you sighed, "we don't have... the greatest supply of money. my mom tries her best, but i like to put in the hours whenever i can to help. i do a bunch of extracurriculars because it looks good on resumes, and i only have time for anything else later in the day."

"i see. it's cool of you to help out like that. i'm sure your mom really appreciates that."

wincing, "she doesn't know i work this late. my mom doesn't get back from the office until 1 or 2am. it's nice i have a full scholarship. at least i don't have to pay for college. that crap is crazy expensive. or at least too expensive for us."?

"scholarship? that's awesome. where to?"

you shrugged, "midtown college. not as prestigious as their high school, but it's still something. majoring in graphic design."

"so you, like, draw?" his eyes lit up, "oh, is all that chalk art or the windows and board yours?"

"yep. you like?"

"yeah! are you kidding? that stuff's crazy. i could never."

you laughed, "thanks, pete. oh— well, this is my place. don't leak my address."

"no promises."

"and thanks, again. this was really sweet of you. it's nice knowing that there are still good people out there." and with a sudden burst of confidence, you kissed his cheek. "good night," you murmured.

you were too giddy and happy to look back at him, and you barely caught the farewell that rolled off his lips.

well, at least he had your number.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #fluff

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rowiewritesstuff · 1 year

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TFP Yandere Ratchet - The Protective Yandere

At first, Ratchet didn’t really want anything to do with you. You were just another human, taking up space in the base. He was certain you’d be just as annoying as the children- hopefully not as bad as Miko. He’s not sure he could take that.

When he met you, he was rather rude to you. He brushed you off when you asked anything, and eventually you stopped talking to him. You had noticed his want to be alone, and you respected it.

Instead, you kept to yourself. You were training to be a doctor- a surgeon, more precisely. Most of the time you were at base, you had your nose in a book. Your focus was hard to break- even Miko’s loud guitar playing didn’t stop you from studying the material for an upcoming test.

Ratchet is actually fairly observant for a bot who pretends he doesn’t care. He sometimes watches you from the corner of his eye when you’re not looking. You never seem to stop studying. Everyday the bags under your eyes get worse, and he definitely notices it.

One day (a few months after your first day at the base) he approaches you and asks you what you’re reading - despite already knowing. You’re surprised he talked to you at all, considering how he was before. You’re honestly a little timid responding to the normally grouchy medic, telling him you’re reading a book on surgical techniques and that you’re trying to become a surgeon.

He begins asking you about them, trying to see the similarities between Cybertronian medicine and Human medicine. He is a little shocked to see that some techniques are similar- though not too many.

Ratchet slowly begins warming up to you. He lets you ask questions about Cybertronian biology and sometimes even lets you get some hands-on practice for more minor injuries on the other Autobots. You have a skillful hand- careful, steady, and reliable. You soon become the Autobot’s second medic.

You begin to fall behind in your studies. While you’re excelling at Cybertronian medicine, you begin to mix up some of the procedures. That makes you do poorly on an important test, making your grade go from an A+ to a C-. You quickly realize that you can’t both be a human doctor and a Cybertronian doctor.

It’s a weekend day that Ratchet came to pick you up that you decided to tell him. During the ride to the base, you picked at your fingers in anxiety. Ratchet, knowing you from all the times he’s watched you, asked what was wrong.

“Ratch… I don’t know if I can keep learning from you. I’m falling behind in my studies- a-and I’ve worked super hard to get them as high as they were. They’re letting me take a make up test, though. I need to study for it.”

Ratchet quickly pulled off to the side of the road. He didn't say a word as he began driving to a large rock formation, going behind it. You got the message and quickly hopped out of his cab as he transformed.

Ratchet looked down at you with a light glare. “What are you talking about? I’m teaching you valuable information! Where else could you get some hands on experience like this? In this city? That’s absurd. You should be more grateful.” Ratchet took a slight step forward as he huffed at you.

You took a slight step back. Ratchet hadn’t really talked this aggressively to you before- even before when he was brushing you off. His attitude was making you incredibly nervous.

“I do appreciate all that you’ve done for me. Really, I do. I’ll still help out with everything when we have medical emergencies at base. But until I get my grades up? I need to focus on my human studies. I can’t just give up my dream like that. I’ve wanted this since I was a little kid.” You looked up nervously at him. Surely he would be reasonable?

He was silent for a moment. Ratchet looked at you, his thoughts going a mile a minute. “I can… help you study, perhaps. It’s for your teacher Mr. Morrison, right?”

A sigh of relief left you. For some reason you couldn’t pinpoint, you were scared of Ratchet for a moment.

You gently nodded. “Yeah, I just need to work on biochemistry for his class. He can be really strict about it, and last time I didn’t do so well.”

A dangerous gleam flashed in his eyes that went unnoticed to you. Ratchet transformed and took you to base where he helped you study for the make-up test.

After you went home, Ratchet did some research of his own. After all, he had access to government computers. Mr. Robert Morrison was his name. Age 45, living on Monroe Lane. No wife, no kids, or friends. No one.

Ratchet, with that knowledge, waited until all of the bots had gone to recharge to leave the base. He drove out of the town, traveling several miles. Soon, he came to a stop outside of a large home. It was a farmhouse, with a few horses outside of it. A man sat on the porch, cigarette in his mouth. He looked in confusion at the ambulance that parked a few feet from his porch.

“Hello? Why are you here?” Morrison demanded. Ratchet refused to say a word, sitting in silence as he sized up the lanky man who was making his way to the driver’s window.

Quickly, he transformed. Morrison screamed in fear as Ratchet snatched the unsuspecting man up by his leg. The now-upside down man struggled to escape the giant robot.

“You’re Robert Morrison?” Ratchet questioned.

“H-how do you know my n-name?” The man stopped struggling, but remained shaking in fear.

“Good. You’re him. You’re going to do something for me, okay Robert?” Ratchet glared down at him.

“Y-yes! Anything, anything you want!” Snot and tears fell from the man’s face as Ratchet scoffed at him in disgust.

“You have a student. Their name is (Y/N). I want you to give them top marks for the rest of the time they’re in your class. Do you understand?”

“Th-this is about… a grade?” Morrison looked on in confusion.

“Are you going to change it, or will I have to use this?” Ratchet transformed one of his hands into a sharp surgical blade.

“N-no! Please! I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Please, let me go!”

Ratchet dropped the man to the ground. Morrison yelped in pain as he fell to the ground. He quickly turned to Ratchet in fear. “What are you?”

Ratchet said nothing as he transformed into his alt-mode. He drove right in front of the man, inches away from his face. Morrison shivered in fear as the bot spoke in a low tone.

“If you tell anyone about what happened here, you’ll find out just what I am. Not that anyone would ever believe you.”

With that, Ratchet left the man on the ground in the dust.

You were surprised the next day to get an apology from your teacher, claiming he had graded your test wrong. He changed your grade the same day. When did he get a cast on his arm?

When you got back to base, you apologized to Ratchet and let him know the good news. A small smile graced his face as he patted your head. Now you can learn Cybertronian medicine again, and stay with him.

#transformers #transformers prime #ratchet #tfp #tfp Ratchet #ratchet x reader #yandere ratchet #yandere ratchet x reader #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #tw mild violence #tw threats #gn reader #autobot #yandere transformers prime ratchet #yandere tfp ratchet #maccaddam

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jonathanthetranswriter · 2 years

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Why representation is important- a rant

So, as a kid, I constantly felt off. People would tell me that my name was "pretty" and it felt weird to me. I was put off by being called "daughter" or "little girl" or "princess" but I never could figure out why. My mom called me her little tomboy and that's what I assumed I was- a tomboy. I liked dressing up for important events (like picking up my brother from the airport), but that was it.

Getting older, but not by much, I started hating how I looked and felt. I cut my hair really short, much to the dismay of my mother. When I went to school the next day, people in class called me a boy- and I didn't see anything wrong or offensive about it.

It was sixth grade when I learned. This kid I barely tolerated, and only because we had been friends since kindergarten, told me they were pansexual and genderfluid. I asked them what they were talking about, and they opened up this whole world. I did so much research, and at first, I said I was a straight ally.

As I did more research, I began identifying as pansexual. I had noticed my attractions and started identifying accordingly- but something still bothered me. I thought this new identity would fix everything, yet it fixed nothing.

As I explored my attraction, I tried out different sexual and romantic labels, not quite grasping at the concept. It took me a while to say "hey, maybe its my gender" and exploring I went.

I tried demigirl, she/they, but that didn't feel right at all. I still hated my name, the word girl, and the pronouns she. I changed my name, started identifying as demigender, and used they/them. It felt better, but still not right. I simply could not figure it out.

I was extremely frustrated and dealing with things in my personal life. I was just so upset that I could not seem to find out my own goddamn gender. My friends all seemed so sure that they knew what they were that I felt like I couldn't trouble them with this.

I decided to begin going by he/they and identifying as a demiboy. It felt better, but still not right. I began to ask if I may be genderfluid or something, but being called a girl just never felt right to me. It was then I realized that I may just be a guy. Used he/him and it felt great, but surprise surprise, the name I came up with because of a meme wasn't doing it for me. It didn't feel as bad as my deadname, but still not right.

It wasn't until one night, I was up late texting my friend, when they said I looked like a Jonathan. I laughed it off and didn't really say anything about it until later. The name flooded my mind and I really wanted to be called it, so I hopped onto Stardew Valley and changed my character's name to Jonathan. Walking around and being called Jonathan just felt extremely right to me, so that's what I started putting everywhere.

Now, of course, while this gender crisis was going on, there was still the issue of my sexuality. It went from pansexual to lesbian to bisexual to abrosexual and just all over the place. For a while, I identified as omni, but that didn't fit quite right either, but neither did just "gay". So, I decided that, hey, sexuality is fluid and confusing, so I'll just say I'm queer.

It was only after coming out that I was recommended shows and books with LGBTQ+ content. The one show I did watch that had it, Steven Universe, was so subtle at the time that I didn't understand it until later. However, if I had known about shows like Dead End Paranormal Park, The Owl House, ect., figuring out all this stuff may have been so much easier.

So if you think these shows will turn your kid gay, please look past your prejudice. Everyone should question their identity at some point- whether it sticks or not doesn't matter. What does matter is that your kid feels comfortable in their own skin and doesn't have to spend their childhoods hating themself for feeling weird or wrong.

So yes, representation is important.

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imtrashraccoon · 4 months

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There was only two possible ideas I had for this one and I wasn't about to write a sparring scene. So, you get this idea instead!

@owl-bones

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Nightmare - Out Of Bounds

Word Count: 2,365

You opened your eyes to find yourself laying on asphalt and underneath a gray sky. Sitting up, you looked around to find yourself in the middle of the road and surrounded by a thick fog. You stood up and decided to make your way to the sidewalk, just in case a car came through.

The more you looked around, the more uneasy you began to feel. Not only did everything look vaguely familiar, but you also couldn't hear any people or even the usual sounds of a busy city. It was...creepy.

The fog wasn't helping either and it was starting to remind you of a certain horror video game you'd played as a kid. At least it wasn't dark at the moment and there didn't seem to be any zombies wandering around. Still, you couldn't help but keep glancing over your shoulder as you walked around.

It was eerily quiet.

You walked around aimlessly for a while, just waiting for some horrific beast to leap out of the fog and scare you half to death...or maul you. That was the more likely scenario if you were being honest.

It suddenly struck you that there was a reason everything looked familiar. This was the town you grew up in, even if it seemed slightly different than how you remembered. You'd never witnessed fog as thick as this before for one.

Everything looked abandoned though. While the buildings didn't look damaged, there were no lights in any of the windows. Also, the more you walked, the more strange it was that you hadn't found anyone else. It was like they had been spirited away and the area had been reduced to a ghost town.

You walked the streets for a while until your path took you to a very familiar house. It was the very one you'd grown up in and spent much of your life at. Well, that is until you abruptly left at eighteen for where you lived now.

Just like all the other buildings, the lights inside were off and your dad's work van wasn't in the driveway like it nearly always had been. Still, you went to try the front door on the off chance that someone was home.

It was locked of course. You knocked sharply on the door and even rang the bell.

But nobody came...not that you wanted to see any of them anyways.

You decided to go check the back door and if that didn't work, you could always climb up in through your old bedroom window. Your parents likely hadn't noticed the lock had been broken, even after all this time of the room being empty.

You hopped the backyard fence with surprising ease, only to stumble when you landed on the other side. Although, rather then faceplant into the well manicured grass, you...fell through the ground...

Your heart leaped into your throat but you didn't fall very far at least. Instead, you collided with an invisible floor. While your face and body stung where you'd impacted, you appeared to be unharmed.

Well, if you were unaware of it before, you now knew for certain that you were stuck in another dream. You felt silly for not realizing sooner, but your brain was technically asleep, so you decided to give yourself a pass this time.

Looking up, you could see the outlines of the walls of your house and also every other house in the neighborhood. It was surreal, like you were witnessing something no one else had. You'd compared the thick fog to a video game earlier and this only seemed to strengthen the weird connection. It was like you'd accidentally glitched into an out of bounds area or something.

The real issue was that there didn't seem like there was any way back up. You also didn't know if this invisible floor stretched on forever or if it was just here either. You didn't like the idea of falling through another floor if you could help it.

Just as you were starting to wonder if you'd doomed yourself to be stuck here until you eventually woke up, you heard a quiet chuckle from behind you. You quickly turned only to find Nightmare standing a few paces away. He was back to what was likely his usual form with the four tentacles writhing around restlessly behind him.

"We meet again, dear..." he hummed.

"Yeah..." You felt immense relief just seeing him here, which seemed contradictory. He was an all powerful god and he could choose to subject you to all matters of torment at a moment's notice. So why did you look forward to seeing him each night before you fell asleep?

He moved towards you and briefly glanced up at the outlines of structures from the world above. You noticed his grin seemed to stretch wider in what you thought was amusement.

"Well you've certainly gotten yourself into a predicament..."

You crossed your arms and huffed in frustration, "No kidding..."

"Do you need help?"

"That depends, are you offering to?" you asked and slightly narrowed your eyes at him.

You often had weird dreams but this one seemed almost too odd, even for you. While you definitely wouldn't put it past Nightmare to mess with you, he hadn't explicitly been cruel to you yet...at least not that you knew of.

If he noticed your bluntness, he didn't comment on it, instead he offered his hand to you. "I don't mind helping you with something so trivial, my dear," he confirmed.

You took his hand and he pulled you a bit closer, wrapping two of his tentacles securely around your waist and upper back. In the blink of an eye, you were both standing on the sidewalk. It hadn't felt like a teleport though, but maybe that was because this was a dream and not real life?

He slowly released his hold on your body and looked around at the foggy neighborhood. You thought he seemed slightly intrigued if the way he was eyeing the surrounding houses was anything to go by.

"Do you recognize this place?" he asked. "I specifically crafted this dream to be something familiar but I left the details of it up to your own mind."

"Yeah, I do... This is where I grew up and my parents still live here even now," you answered quietly. You started to walk back to the front door and Nightmare trailed behind.

"How is your relationship with them?"

You paused and glanced over at him with a frown. He wore a look that while still intrigued, you could sense something deeper, like he already the answer. So why even bother asking? Was he just toying with you or did he just like making conversation?

"I...haven't talked to either of them in years," you admitted.

He tilted his skull in a questioning way. "May I ask why?"

"Well... They pretty much ignored me except when they absolutely couldn't, like if I had an emergency. Instead, they showered my older sister with everything she could ever want and more. I was useless in comparison to her..."

You paused in front of the door, your hand half raised to turn the knob, but you knew in your soul it was still locked. Why were you even here? What good did coming back do? Was it for closure? They weren't even home, so what did it matter?

You felt Nightmare's clawed hand touch your shoulder and you turned to look at him. His expression seemed as passive as ever, but there also seemed to be the smallest hint of concern in his eyelight.

"You don't need to show me if you don't want to," he said softly.

You took a deep breath before turning the door knob. To your surprise, it was now unlocked and the door opened on its own, thumping softly when it hit the wall.

With some trepidation, you entered and began to look around. Everything seemed to be the same as when you were a child, like you were looking into a time capsule or an old photograph. The furniture was all in the same places, the family portraits still hung in the hallway, and there wasn't even a speck of dust to be seen, just like how your mother liked it.

You felt like you should be happy to see everything like this or at least, feel nostalgic for old memories. You didn't though. The house felt cold and lifeless as if no one had been happy here in a long time.

You took a peek in the kitchen, half expecting to find your mother there making dinner, but she wasn't. The kitchen didn't look like anyone had ever touched it, let alone cooked in it either. You debated checking the fridge to see if there was anything inside, but an intense feeling of dread prevented you from doing so. You couldn't stomach being in here any longer...

So instead, you ventured to the only safe haven you'd really had as a child - your bedroom. The stairs still creaked in the same places you remembered and you reflexively did your best to avoid the loudest ones. You could hear Nightmare's soft footsteps as he followed but interestingly enough, he didn't make the stairs creak like you did.

You opened the door to your bedroom and were instantly struck all at once with the nostalgia you hadn't felt earlier. Everything was the way you'd decorated it back when you were thirteen, even down to the band posters thumb tacked to the walls and the mound of stuffed animals piled on your old dresser. Even some of the romance novels you still owned today were in the secret shoe box in the back of your closet.

You sat down on your bed quietly and glanced up at your ceiling that still had the glow in the dark stars stuck to it. It was funny, this room was essentially a case study of how desperately you'd wanted to grow up and have your own identity, and yet so much of it was still reminiscent of your early childhood. Your sense of style had definitely improved since you'd originally done this, but you still kind of liked the charm in this room. It was...cozy in a way.

While Nightmare had followed you upstairs, he had noticeably left you alone while you contemplated everything. Although, you could see him poking around in your parent's and older sister's rooms. You didn't care if he was snooping or just being curious, but you started to wonder what must be going through his skull right now.

"It kind of sucks living in your sibling's shadow all the time," you muttered offhandedly when he reentered the hallway again.

He stopped in his tracks and you noticed his left socket widened slightly before narrowing as he turned to look at you. When you didn't say anything else, his body seemed to relax and he entered your room quietly. He sat down nearby you at the foot of your bed, looking straight ahead instead of at you.

"It does."

His solemn tone gave you the sense that he knew what you meant somehow. You glanced over at him but quickly looked down at the carpet before he could notice you staring. It seemed like a really personal topic and you didn't want to pry, despite how curious you were now.

"My twin brother was loved by everyone when we were children. I was hated in comparison."

He caught your eye and gave you knowing look. "I can sense your curiosity, dear. I'm a god and I can certainly tell what people around me are feeling." Despite his overall serious demeanor, there was a subtle teasing glint in his cyan eyelight.

"Can I ask what your brother is like?" you asked carefully.

Nightmare hummed before even beginning to answer. "He's the complete opposite of me and the god of positivity. We don't get along obviously... Although, at this point I think we both know it's more because of what happened when we were children than anything else."

You nodded slowly and stared down at your folded hands in your lap. You couldn't pinpoint a definitive event that caused the rift between you and your family like he could. There likely never even was one and as the years stretched on, you just got better at noticing how much they preferred your sister over you.

"We were guardians of a tree that grew magic apples of gold and black. They only liked my brother and the golden apples for positive emotions, despite negative emotions being equally important."

He hesitated for a moment and clenched his fists. "They tricked my brother and lured him away from the tree. When they attacked, I was forced to consume the black apples to defend myself because of how pathetically weak I was..." he growled.

You wanted to reach out and try to comfort him but you could feel his anger radiating off of him in waves. You probably shouldn't touch him without permission anyways. Still, your soul ached just hearing what he had to say and you desperately wanted to empathize with him, even though he had previously told you it was futile.

Nightmare sighed and ran one of his hands over his skull. "I'm sorry, I don't usually tell people any of that," he muttered.

"It's fine, sometimes it helps to talk about the hard things we've been through." With a slight chuckle, you added, "I should probably practice what I preach though..."

It suddenly occurred to you that even without trying to use your Intent, you'd managed to empathize with him like a normal person. He'd willingly told you about something that had really hurt him. You didn't know if that meant anything, but it was kind of nice that he at least felt comfortable enough to talk about that sort of thing around you.

Nightmare hummed in a non-committal way but didn't disagree with you. He sat next to you for a little while longer before you noticed the dream was fading.

You woke up the next morning in your own bedroom with your own decor and possessions.

#badsansuary #raccoons drabbles #undertale #dreamtale #nightmare sans #nightmare #nightmare x reader #reader #female reader #have some empathy dear #oneshot

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vivianquill · 8 months

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Zedaph was ever so fascinated with the mer that Impulse had found washed up on the beach near their house. How couldn't he be? Science knew more about space then the depths of the ocean, after all. It almost wasn't surprising to find out that merpeople were real.

It might have been a touch of medical malpractice to hop him up on painkillers meant for dolphins, but it wasn't like Zedaph had any painkillers for merpeople lying around, and with the sheer amount of lacerations and the broken wrist and the bruised and possibly broken ribs, he had to give the mer something or it would have most definitely been medical malpractice. And extremely cruel.

Zedaph might be a bit of an unethical scientist, but he wasn't cruel.

The first time he saw the mer, it had been when Skizz had torn him away from his lab down to one of the smaller rehab rooms that was normally reserved for overflow patients because of how out of the way it normally was. Skizz hadn't said much more that there was a 'really hurt animal' and that he'd need a rescue kit and how was Zedaph supposed to say no? It had been too quick for him to realize that there really should have been a team already on this cause technically Zedaph was off duty right now, but sometimes more than one animal came in, especially when the storms had been bad.

Impulse had been waist deep in the pool, bloody water lapping up over the tiles. For a moment, Zedaph hadn't been able to see the other figure in the water with Impulse, and his body had flushed cold with the thought of all that blood belonging to Impulse--

And then he saw the tail fluke break the surface. Impulse had a hold on the thing in a catch pole, keeping it submerged and away from himself as it struggled. That wasn't good. It might hurt itself, or Impulse.

Zed dropped to his knees at the edge of the pool, opening up the medical kit, "Impulse, what happened? Are you hurt anywhere?"

"No, no, it's just the--" Impulse cut off as the mer thrashed again, drawing Zedaph's eyes.

He had to pause for the precious moments it took him to look at what was in front of him. To really look. It was hard to see in the reddish water, almost impossible to tell where the scarlet of blood ended and where the ruby of scales began. But-- he could see the eyes as red as fire coral, full of what could only be fear, and the torn up gills working overtime along it's neck and chest. He could see the blond hair, matted with seaweed and sand, and--

"I found him washed up, all tangled in a fishing net. He's cut up in a lot of places and I think his right wrist is broken. I-- You can fix it, right?"

"I-- yeah. Maybe." Zedaph shook himself, "We need to stop the bleeding first. Skizz, can you help Impulse wrangle?"

Zed sorted through the thankfully well organized box of supplies, pulling out a suture set and waterproof bandages and-- after a moment-- a dose of painkillers. He'd thankfully grabbed a dolphin kit, and the merperson looked to be about the size of one. Zedaph didn't know if he was a conscious breather like one either, so dolphin meds it was. Until Zed knew more about him, at least.

It was a very tense job, sewing up the worst of the cuts in the merperson's skin and sticking bandages over the rest of the cuts and splinting his wrist. Zedaph would do a much more thorough examination of him once the painkillers kicked in and they'd all had a long moment to calm down and once the worst of the danger was passed.

Zedaph also wanted to wait and let the water clear of blood, for everyone's benefit. He knew some marine creatures got more aggressive if there was blood in the water. And all that muck in the water couldn't be helping the creature's ability to breathe. But Impulse had said he'd been able to breathe air too? Even though he had gills.

Again, this would require more observation to figure out.

The third time Zedaph had to do an examination of the mercreature, the three of them were there-- Impulse, Skizz, and himself. He was incredibly grateful for that fact-- and for Skizz's reflexes-- When the mer lunged at them with a snap and almost took a couple of Zedaph's fingers off. The only thing that'd stopped a bloody end for Zedaph's hand was a catch pole shoved between the mer and his tasty tasty flesh.

Zedaph had inspected the bite mark later. He'd seen the other one that the mer had mangled, but it was another thing entirely to see it happen right in front of him. The pole was made of stuff strong enough to survive a crocodile's bite, and yet--

Lets just say that it wasn't reusable after that examination.

Fascinating indeed.

#zedaph #tangotek #team zits #team zits au #viviwrites #emberfish au #dont mind me #this one is pretty early in the timeline #but i simply couldn't help myself #merman au #medical care #injury tw #stitches tw #miscommunication #language barrier

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unexpectedstormy · 10 months

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Wild was a windmill that was slowly grinding to a halt. Everyday he felt a little worse than the day before. Run down. Tired. Weary and exhausted. His head hurt, his whole body was sore from the constant walking and frequent battles. His mind was strangely spacy and he'd lose parts of conversations and zone out for parts of the day's walk. It wasn't until his apetite dwindled and he stopped eating enough to sustain himself and rapidly lost strength that he said something.

There was a conversation happening around him, but he hadn't been listening. Someone tapped his leg to get his attention which sent a startling zing of electricity up his nerves.

"So what do you think about all that?" Four asked.

"Uh... " wild stared into his bowl of food that he hadn't eaten any of but had spent all of luch stirring. Thwre was an awkward silence for a moment as Wild tried to collect his thoughts but gave up.

I don't feel good," Wild answered. Nobody said anything for a moment and then Wind spoke.

"Wait what?"

Sky came in front of Wild and looked him up and down.

"How do you feel bad?" He asked.

"Tired. Can't think. I feel weird all over."

"Are you hurt? Did you hit your head?" Twilight asked from the other side of the circle.

"No and no."

"He's probably just nervous about whatcwe're asking him to do," Lenelgend said.

Sky put a hand on Wild's cheek. It was so warm and Wild leaned into it. He didn't even realize how cold he was. Sky put another hand on his forehead and Wild closed his eyes for a moment.

"You are quite warm," Sky said with concern.

"Is he sick?" Wind asked.

Sick? Wild wondered. Is this what being sick felt like? This was awful.

"Just our luck," Legend sighed. "This complicates things. What happened to your superior immune system?"

"Uhh..." wild couldn't think of anything to say so he just laughed then blushed with e.barrassment.

"Oookay something's drfinitely wrong with the Champion," Legend said.

There was more conversation around Wild, followed by people moving around him, but his mind slipped to somewhere faraway and underwater until someone gently shooke his shpulder.

"Hop up Champ," Warriors said sympathetically and patting Epona's side. "This isn't a good place to camp so you and Sky and Four are going to head back toward the lake."

Something didn't add up about that, but Wild didn't argue. With Warriors to steady him, he climbed up onto the horse and Sky took the reins. Warriors and the others left in one direction but Sky and Four led him and Epona in the opposite direction.

"What? Where are they...? This is the wrong way," Wild's brain stumbled over the words.

"It's alright. Don't worry about it," Sky told him. "We aren't going far."

"But what are they... where are they..."

"We'll see them soon," Four added.

Wild didn't really understand but he trusted his brothers. All of them.

#I can't sleep #so here's a little sickfic #because I have been in a sickfic mood recently #lu wild #fanfic #edit: uhh ignore my sleep-deprived mispellings #linked universe

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fuck-customers · 10 months

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I talked about my ordeals with who I dubbed Stalker Boy a while back, since I still don't know his last name (it took me about 6 months to find out his first name, since he decided to start stalking me at work after seeing me there once) but this isn't about him lol.

This time, the stalker wasn't here for me, he was after my coworker I'll call C. For context, C is barely 19 and tiny, and generally looks even younger than she is.

Well a couple weeks ago (the week after Mario came out), she was walking around in the back with a manager doing whatever, and this guy, who was about 40, and also roughly 6ft 5, was following them. After a while, the manager stepped away and the guy used the opportunity to corner C. And you'll never guess what he says.

Creep: "Hey, I think you're really attractive. How much would I have to pay you to have sex with me?"

C ended up kinda staring at him and saying "I can't disclose that information" because she didn't know what else to do.

Luckily the manager who'd walked away got a bad feeling and came to get her. C filled in the manager but the guy had disappeared, so they had C shut herself in the break room (where I was on my lunch) until they could find him and remove him from the building.

After I come back from lunch, I go back to working door (taking tickets), and keep my eye out for the creep, which was hard because I never actually saw him.

(Seriously dude, I have a lot of respect for sex workers, but what the fuck makes for think that's an appropriate conversion starter, let alone using it on a teenager half your age and size that you cornered while she's sweeping up popcorn???)

Fast forward a couple days. We had what I was told was a glitch, but I think was actually human error, but we ended up having three shows, in the span of roughly an hour, for Mario where two shows had been created for each time slot in the same room. So it was crazy busy since they sold out and twice as many people showed up as expected. And since there were two tickets per seat, we had to implement system for explaining what was going on to people as they come in and establishing who gets the seat and who gets a refund, and it was just a huge mess. One of the shows, the first one that was double booked, had 250 seats, meaning there were 500 people there for it. And guess who decided to use the confusion to sneak back in.

So I finally managed to get to the end of the line, but the managers were still at the service desk trying to do refunds, and I hear one of the newer girls radio about a creepy guy who was standing inside the doors to the auditoriums and just staring. I'll call her N. N, like me, is butch, and I'm not sure if Creeper realized she's a woman, or if he was just only interested in C. Here's a helpful artistic rendering of what N was seeing.

(Not pictured: being in shadows because he was standing in a dark room)

At this point, we had no way of knowing that it was the same guy, but she kind of walked away, and when she came back a few minutes later, he was still there, though he later started moving to other auditoriums and doing the same thing. C was actually there that day but was on lunch.

So N was radio'ing about needing help dealing with a weird guy who's movie-hopping, and she said he was getting really aggressive when she asked him what he was doing. The managers kind of just waved N off (over the radio), saying that they were busy, and told her to deal with it the best she could. I was getting bad vibes, so I walked over to tell the managers directly that they need to go help N. I'm working the front door so I'm not actually allowed to leave the little area, but luckily, the service desk is right on the edge of my area.

And one of the managers snapped at me as soon as I got two words out and said "We're we're with customers, you know better than to interrupt". Which, they're right. I've worked here longer than both of them combined. I know damn well how things work and I follow the rules, so if I'm suddenly not doing that, it's because I have a fucking reason, m'kay?

N managed to summon enough guys from the cleaning crew to help her herd the guy to the front, at which point the manager who'd kicked Creeper out last time recognized him and realized how serious it was (she's not the one that snapped at me) and she kicked him out again.

Because I don't know why this guy would be hiding in dark rooms and watching and waiting, unless he was waiting for C to walk by so he could do god knows what to her.

And then about 10 minutes later, one of the managers who snapped at me came over and was like "did they tell you about The Guy?" And I just stared at him and said "*I* was trying to tell *you* about The Guy, and you told me to go away." And he didn't say sorry or anything, which is what I expected.

And then apparently Creeper came back two more times later in the week on days I wasn't there and on the fourth time, the manager had finally decided enough was enough and called the cops and he ended up getting arrested. So I hope that's the last we'll see of him but I'm not going to hold my breath.

#tw #trigger warning #submissions #fuck customers #cashier problems #happy ending #fuck co-workers #fuck retail #embarrassing #server problems #call center problems #fuck coworkers #fuck managers #retail justice #retail law #tw:

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lets-try-some-writing · 1 year

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It's that year of time, so Imagene Optimus rolling into base light up like a freaking chirstmas tree after falling asleep at a truck stop or something.

How he suppose to transform with all theses lights going all over his frame???

I didn't know that people randomly decorated each other's trucks, but I can still see this happening. Prime is such a workaholic, he likely would just straight up pass out at a truck stop after a particularly draining patrol. Hopefully some Christmas cheer can lighten him up a bit!

🎵Oh Christmas Prime, Oh Christmas Prime🎵

The Autobots have known about the holiday called Christmas for quite some time. However they have never had an reason to celebrate it... that is until the children came into their lives and Optimus ended up rolling into base far more "cheery" than expected.

He had accidentally fallen into recharge while undercover at a truck stop looking for Decepticon activity. It had been somewhat late at night when he woke again and felt many very drunk looking human males climbing all over him putting... some sort of wiring on him?

Not wanting to scare the humans or blow his cover, Optimus remained still, watching and waiting to see just what in the pits they were doing. Eventually the human males hopped off and promptly passed out on the sidewalk, completely intoxicated. Optimus could feel the wiring they put on him, but as there was little he could do about it in the middle of the open, he opted to return to base. However as soon as he hit the road, Optimus realized just what the wiring was.

Lights. He was positively covered in multicolored lights, all of which were glowing, powered by a battery on Optimus's trailer.

When he arrived at base the very first thing he was greeted with was uproarious laughter from Miko, Bulkhead, and Wheeljack. The rest of the team were more confused than anything else as the lights were something they had learned were usually only found on houses or trees during the Christmas season. Ratchet tried to untangle the mess of lights, but the humans were rather good about wrapping it around ever cog and crevasse in Optimus's frame. Bumblebee and Smokescreen tried cutting off some of the lights with their blades, but there were simply too many lights to effectively remove them. Not knowing what else to do, Optimus decided to attempt to transform and maybe tear the lights off.

It was a bad idea.

The children fell to the floor clutching their stomachs in laughter as Optimus managed to transform and promptly tangle himself up in all the tights even more than before. Stuck looking like a contortionist on the ground with lights woven in-between his limbs, plating, and even his tires, Optimus could do nothing unless he wanted to risk harming his sensitive inner wiring.

The team tried, they really did try to get all the lights off him. But for all their efforts they were simply too large to get all the tiny little lights out of Optimus's frame. And so until a better solution was devised, Optimus was stuck looking like a glowstick of red, green, and gold. The children of course, capitalized on Optimus's predicament and decided that making him into a proper Christmas tree was the only correct choice of action.

They requisitioned Bulkhead and Ultra Magnus and had them move Optimus up against the wall so that he wouldn't be as uncomfortable in his pretzel like position. They then started methodically putting little Christmas ornaments all over his frame. Miko made a makeshift wreath and put it around him neck, Jack covered him in ribbons, and Rafael put a golden star on Optimus's helm.

It didn't end there. Optimus soon had his plating painted to look more festive, snowflakes, glitter, and other Christmas related things covering every visible part of his armor. Miko also put a little Santa hat on his final, much to Optimus's agitation.

Optimus was not fond of being made into a living lightshow, but he relented and allowed the children to do as they wished since there was nothing better for him to do anyway. The kids had a blast dressing him up and the team were a bit distracted watching Optimus's Christmas transformation to work on a way to get the lights off.

After a while they got Fowler to get a team of experts in to get all the lights off, but not before the children got a picture or two with the visibly unhappy Prime.

Extra

Optimus: I am not doing this again

The kids: Please! Just this once!

Optimus: ...Fine, just this once

The kids: Smile~

Optimus:

#transformers shenanigans #maccadam #transformers prime #transformers #tfp optimus #tfp kids #christmas prime #hehe christmas prime #I can see the kids changing the whole song just because #optimus prime

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skzinka · 1 year

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🖥 ... ⃕ WHAT'S ON STAYTUBE LATELY ?

« hey little boy. » she said as she hopped into the room, dropping onto the couch, half on jeongin.

« ouch, » he said with a laugh, moving away slightly and letting her settle on properly, « what are you doing here, uh? »

« what do you mean what i am doing here? » she pretended to be shocked, before snatching a piece of mango from the plate on the table, « where you go, i go. remember? »

chan : it's very simple. you are looking for inka? you will find jeongin at the same time.

hyunjin : they're like fake twins. they look very similar but they are also very different.

changbin : they're both adorable demons.

hyunjin : they're really always together, practically glued at the hips if you ask me.

changbin : we rarely see them far from each other. just like last night, they were both out for dinner again.

« last night's dinner was so good, » she said as she continued to eat fruit, « it's been a long time since we went out together to eat. »

« right, we are used to ordering so we don't have to go out, » inka nodded her head, « it's easier this way. », « you can just say that we are lazy. »

« we're not ! » inka cast an accusing glance at jeongin, « okay, maybe a little. but we often leave the dorm to go out together ! »

she nodded once again, bringing her legs up on the sofa, « that's right. we like to walk around and discover new places, you always follow me even when we don't have a specific destination in mind. which is surprising. »

jeongin tilted his head to the side, seeming to silently ask her why this remark, « because you're more the type of person who wants to go out knowing exactly where you're going, and i'm the free butterfly type who goes out without necessarily knowing what direction to take. », « ahh yes, you're right. i like to know where we are going but with you, i don't really mind. »

lee know : jeongin listen to inka a lot, every word she says, he records it. and it's the same for her.

felix : they're really close, they talk about everything together, and they do not hide from each other what they feel.

seungmin : right. i think jeongin is the only person who has ever seen inka really cry.

han : inka is very quiet when it comes to talking about her feelings, but she tells jeongin absolutely everything.

« i think you are the only person who has ever seen me in all my states. » she declared while playing with the cushion she had in her arms, « mh, what about lua noona? », « well.. the only one in stray kids. »

« you don't talk about what you feel easily, » he said as she agreed with his words, « at first you were just holding it all in and isolating yourself. it was very bad for your mental health. », « yes i know. with hindsight now i realize that. but it's mostly because i don't want to worry anyone. »

« but it's by doing this that people are worried about you. plus, i know you, and i know that you always put everyone before yourself. chan hyung does this too. » inka gave jeongin a sorry little smile, « now, you have to learn to think a little more about yourself. », « i will try, i promise. » they made a pinky promise before laughing together.

hyunjin : during a day off period, inka couldn't go back to thailand, so jeongin invited her to his house.

changbin : oh that's right, inka didn't know if she should accept or not, until jeongin's mother personally asked her on the phone to come.

chan : she was so embarrassed to have disturbed his mother, that she almost forgot her suitcase.

changbin : she can be really clumsy sometimes.

« when i came to your house during our day off, i was so touched by the kindness of your parents. they were so adorable. » jeongin nodded as he moved slightly closer to her, « my mom likes you a lot, she told me that you were a real ray of sunshine. »

« oh really? we got along very well right away. », « right right. she often asks me how you are and when you will come back. » inka began to play mechanically with jeongin's fingers, « oh really? i should visit them one of these days. »

« it was great to have you home. you got along with everyone, and the atmosphere was more lively. we did a lot of outings in town. what was your favorite place? » inka pretended to think before smiling widely, « probably that family restaurant we all went to together. with your brothers and your parents. »

« oh right, you met my big brother that day. » inka bent down to grab two mangoes, giving one to jeongin, « yes, and he's so cool by the way. », « more than me? », a mocking laugh escaped from her lips, « of course. » and jeongin hit her lightly, both ending up laughing heartily.

felix : inka is the kind of person who stresses a lot and takes all the blame on her shoulders.

lee know : you're right. if something goes wrong, she takes all the responsibility for it, even when she can't help it.

seungmin : jeongin helped her a lot to slow down this bad habit.

han : he soothes her in a way. despite the fact that he is younger than her, he has always looked after her.

felix : the simple fact of seeing jeongin is enough to make her come back to her senses and not panic, he allows her to think of a solution.

« i always feel better when you are near me, » she said, staring at the ground, « i feel reassured, calm and confident. just seeing you makes me focus on anything and everything. »

« oh really? », « mh, like an appeasement. it's always been like that anyway, since day one. » a laugh left jeongin's lips and he camouflaged himself behind his hands, « our first meeting was somewhat.. interesting. »

« i mean.. it was hilarious. », « it wasn't hilarious for my shirt that got covered by pumpkin soup. » inka imitated the boy, hiding behind the cushion, « oh please i was so embarrassed that day. it was my first day at the agency, and i wasn't sure how the refectory worked, so i just had some soup and you unfortunately got in my way. there was not a single drop left in my bowl, it was a complete mess, even your face had soup on it. i tried to apologize but i couldn't pronounce the korean words well. »

« you almost said some bad words to me. », « oh gosh right.. but at least, it wasn't worse than my first meet with jisung.. » jeongin nodded his head sharply, « what happened again? even though he already told me about it, i think.. », inka picked a fruit before laughing, « we shoved each other violently and i was so angry that i insulted him in thai. »

chan : when inka joined stray kids, it was not easy for her, but jeongin always supported her.

changbin : he never left her side and refused to let her go out alone.

hyunjin : she spent sleepless nights brooding, but jeongin always managed to calm her down.

changbin : they both have this protective aura towards each other.

« do you remember the week after i debuted with stray kids? » jeongin nodded, suddenly becoming more serious, « it was an extremely difficult time. »

« it was really not simple. i was terrified and desperate. i was in a very bad mental state and i wanted to stop everything, give up my dream and go back home. i spent entire nights without sleep, isolating myself and working relentlessly to get everyone to accept me in the group, » inka sniffed softly, urging jeongin to hold her hand firmly in his, « all this seemed insurmountable to me, i felt like i would never get anywhere, that i would never do anything right. but in the end, if i was able to get out of it, it's partly thanks to stray kids' members and especially you. »

jeongin looked up at inka, offering her a compassionate and radiant smile, « you told me that my voice reassured you, » a laugh left his mouth, « you took my hand in yours and i blushed so hard that day, but i stayed with you the whole time. »

« ahh right, and this is still the case today. hearing any sound from you makes me feel better, your laughter is a serotonin boost. » inka did not hide the growing smile on her lips as she looked up at jeongin, « all this to say, thank you jeongin. for helping me get out of this hell and always keeping you by my side even when i am hellish. you never let go of my hand and that helped me a lot. »

jeongin took their hands out from under the cushion, showing that they were well joined, « we will always be there for each other, » she nodded gently, ignoring the reddened tips of the younger man's ears, « but, let's move on to another topic or we'll get so cheesy we won't talk to each other for three days. » they ended up laughing together while instantly moving away from each other.

lee know : they almost never argue, it is extremely rare.

han : mh, i think it's because they know each other extremely well, they know exactly how the other will react to certain situations.

felix : so they make sure to choose the right words and not to go too far to avoid getting unnecessarily angry.

seungmin : even when they argue, they stay glued to each other.

han : it's impossible to separate them.

« i don't remember us ever having an argument, » said inka with a pout on her lips, « i don't think i ever yelled at you. »

jeongin shrugged his shoulders and thought, « i think there is only one time, when we really had a fight. », « oh? when? », « when i left the dorm without telling you and you looked for me everywhere because i didn't answer the phone. you even looked for me in the whole agency. »

« oh you're right, i was so angry that day. » jeongin nodded in agreement, « you were scary. », « i was worried as hell ! »

« you yelled at me so much that night that we ignored each other all night. i was so pissed. » inka approached jeongin, laying her head against his shoulder, « you were so young back then, i was afraid that something had happened to you, and in the end, i felt so bad that we ended up talking all night together. »

« it was the real beginning of our friendship, we promised to tell each other everything from that day on. » inka nodded as she sat back down properly, « since that day, everything has always gone well between us, and we are closer than ever. »

« i'm glad you yelled at me that day, thanks to this we were able to get closer and you never treated me like a child again. », « thanks to my bad temper, you are a responsible adult who no longer forgets his phone at home when he plans to go away for the day. »

changbin : they don't like physical contact, but when it's the two of them it doesn't matter.

chan : they know each other by heart.

hyunjin : jeongin knows inka's tastes in everything, he retains every little detail about her.

changbin : inka can tell what jeongin is thinking just by looking at him, he is like an open book to her.

hyunjin : oh right. sometimes, we are all silent in the living room, then suddenly inka shouts "innie!", then she goes on to say "no, we won't be eating noodles again tonight.", and he's like "why" with a sad face, and we look at them thinking that they communicate by telepathy.

chan : it happens very often.

changbin : they're terrifying.

« thank you for always being with me after all these years, thank you for always taking care of me and understanding how i feel. i keep our friendship deep in my heart and i intend to cherish it for a long time to come. i don't want to sound cheesy, but you are very important to me. i don't think i could have accomplished what i have if you hadn't been by my side. »

« you're really cheesy. » he said with a childish disgusted look, « it's all because of you. you make me soft. », « eww, disgusting. » inka ends up pushing him gently and laughing.

« i'm grateful for everything you have taught me and everything you have given me, having you by my side is very precious to me. no one knows me better than you, and i hope it will stay that way for a long time. »

« how cute, little baby innie. » inka nodded, a huge smile on her lips that clearly copied jeongin's, the latter drawing the girl into his arms by himself. « let's take some pictures together. »

inka's message for i.n : innie! thank you for supporting me every day and being my best friend, i love you a lot ♡ xx

i.n's message for inka : inka noona, let's continue to have a good time together, even when we don't feel well. i'll always look after you, okay? love you ♡ xx

« 2 kids room, » says inka in a cheerful way, « inka, i.n ! » continued jeongin in the same way.

✧⠁taglist : @kurosism @writerblock-sucks @mynameisnotlaura @alyszaen @felixsbrat

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Ike Eveland x Male!Reader [Fluff]

Masterlist.

Nijisanji EN/Luxiem

The whole trip there, Ike had been worrying about his manuscript, especially about how the edition was gonna go like. Lately, he had been stressing so much, having to do stuff left and right without rest which led him to finish his novel in a rush.

And now, reading it over and over again on the train he realized how bad it turned out, he really wanted to change and fix it but he was already late on the date, so he couldn't do much now, except wait for them to edit stuff and publish it. Well, whether he was regretting every decision that led to him fuck up his manuscript, there's nothing he can do to fix it now.

Once the train stopped at his station, he hopped off and walked the couple of blocks of distance he had to. Entering the building, Ike greeted the woman at the front desk, who smiled at him and saw him rushing to his publisher and editor's office. He knew the way there like the back of his hand, he didn't even have to pay attention since usually there were no people around at that time of day, so he took this chance to pull out his phone and respond to all the texts that he received in the past ten minutes.

Something urgent was happening, and he was needed as soon as possible, handing his manuscript was also urgent and it was related to his carrier as a novelist so he couldn't just ditch it like it was nothing. He had priorities at the moment.

While he texted back, he was about to turn the corner, and because he wasn't looking up, he ended up colliding against a sturdy body.

His manuscript fell, but he managed to not drop his phone in the middle of his startled panic. He heard the other person saying something, but his olive-green eyes were only focused on the ground.

There, on the shiny floor, laid his manuscript, and an empty cup laying beside it, the content of said cup spilled over the pages.

The sight of such a thing filled him with anger and relief. Ike was angry that his hard work was ruined, and relieved that he had an excuse to actually write the novel the way he wanted. He had copies, but it would give him time to fix the other urgent problem he had, and then he'll be able to concentrate and write the end properly. Those two feelings mixed overwhelmed him, and tears soon started to pour from his eyes without him even realizing it.

(M/n) observed how Ike broke down and fell on his knees, his hands shaking as he kept his sight on the manuscript. It made him feel overwhelmed too, and as he knelt on the ground, reaching to hold Ike's hands in his, in an attempt to make them stop shaking.

"I-I'll help you write your manuscript again...! I'll get you more time, my father is the owner of the company, and- and I can tell him what happened and that it's my fault-" (M/n) was freaking out too, running out of air as he blabbered apologies left and right, but Ike was only observing him in silence, his heart beating faster as his belly started feeling tingly.

That's, how they met.

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At least six months later, Ike and (M/n) had become friends, both of them having a crush on the other but too scared to say anything about it. Right now, (M/n) was waiting for Ike to be done with his shower, they were gonna start discussing his upcoming novel and there were some things (M/n) wanted to make sure he understood.

He leaned back against the couch, sitting on the wooden floor as he looked around the neat and clean apartment, and he saw the shelf where Ike kept all of his original manuscripts. (M/n) never got to read them, Ike always said they weren't good, but was quite optimistic when it came to writing. After all, no one is born knowing how to write a good story.

(M/n) stood up from his place on the floor and walked over to the shelf, briefly looking with reading anything until one in particular caught his attention.

The one he messed up when they met. As much as he feels guilty and embarrassed every time he remembers that first day at his father's editorial, he never got to read the manuscript, and let's not talk about the published version of it, Ike said that it wasn't worth his time anyway.

Now, he finally got to read it. He grabbed it gently and slowly opened the stained pages, the words were a bit blurry, but they got better with each page, and at one point, he started having a sensation of dèja vú, as if he already read this novel before.

And like that, (M/n) took a few glances at some of the manuscripts Ike had, and when it kept happening, he realized...

Ike Eveland is his favorite author. And not only are they friends and he has a crush on him, but... He has been praising his work nonstop ever since they became close!

The embarrassment he felt was real. And when he heard Ike opening the bathroom door after his shower, he took the cushion on top of the couch and hid his face in it.

Ike raised his eyebrow at the questionable sight of the male, and wondered what happened to him.

"Are you okay? Did something happen?" He asked while drying his hair with his towel, picking up his glasses from the shelf he placed them.

"...didn't tell me..." Pushing his hair back, Ike put his glasses back on and walked to sit next to (M/n), who was kneeling on the ground, "Why didn't you tell me that you were-?" He lifted his head and made eye contact with Ike, only to feel his face heating and quickly looking away.

Glancing around his apartment, Ike noticed that some of his manuscripts were moved around, and he guessed what (M/n) had been trying to say. He chuckled, which broke (M/n)'s heart as he thought his favorite novelist was making fun of him. But it was the opposite.

"I didn't tell you cause I didn't want you to look at me different, (M/n)," slowly glancing back up, he observed how Ike had a content expression on his face, and he sat up, captivated by his beauty as he listened to what he had to say, "And I liked hearing you talk about the goods and bad part of my novels, what it made you feel and how you were sometimes caught off-guard by a scene."

Ike remained silent for a moment, playing with his fingers

"I just wanted to have a real friend, and your opinions and thoughts really helped me improve my writing a lot," he looked at (M/n) straight in his eyes and smiled sweetly, a blush evident on his cheeks, "Thank you for supporting me, (M/n)."

And he couldn't take it anymore.

Getting up from the floor, (M/n) stood in front of Ike, who was now looking at him confused. Before he could say anything, (M/n) gently held his face in his hands and leaned down to kiss him.

"I'm in love with you, Ike."

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Letting out a chuckle, Ike remembered those days, taking the manuscript that started it all out of the cardboard box. (M/n) glanced over his shoulder at the cute sound coming from his fiance.

"What? You remembered a meme or something?" He asked in a chuckle while he walked toward Ike, who only shook his head and showed the manuscript to (M/n).

"This manuscript is what brought us together... And what made you realize I am your favorite-"

"Can we not talk about that?!" (M/n) exclaimed with a shaky voice as he turned around to go back and do his thing. Ike laughed and placed the manuscript on the top shelf.

That novel became his best-seller once it was published, so it really means the world to Ike.

#nijisanji en #ike eveland x reader #luxiem x reader #luxiem #ike eveland #male reader #reader insert #x reader #one shot #fluff #prompt #.mackjlee9 writes #.seokie 💞

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hippiemisfit · 5 months

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Hush (J.K.) 14

Chapter Fourteen- Cut Class

pairings: jungkook x oc reader

word count: 1,721

warnings: angst, fluff

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I woke up to my alarm going off and I wanted to cry. I got up and decided to just throw on my black Nike dress and do a quick slick back bun.

I ran down the stairs and filled up Poco's food and water bowls before I grabbed a apple and headed out the door. The drive to school was very quiet; I wasn't really in the mood to sing my heart out knowing all of the horrid things that I've done the past couple days. There's been one thought on my mind though since Carter's brother's death though. What has his family done that made them deserve the deaths that they endured? I mean what's the motive behind killing his brother and his father, and is Carter next then?

I pulled up to school in record time and just stared out the window, watching all the other students head into the building. Oh how I wish that I could be just as carefree as they are right now. No murderous entity following them around saying that we were meant to be together. No late night dream killing that either gives you nightmares or it feels like you didn't get any sleep at all.

I was so lost in my daze that I didn't notice that Jungkook had been standing by my door waiting for me, until he knocked. I jumped and rolled down my window saying, " Hey I didn't even see you there I'm sorry."

He nodded, pulling out his phone, "Hey you feeling ok?" it said.

I nodded, " Yeah just got a lot of thoughts running through my mind right now. Kinda don't want to be here right now in all honesty."

: well how about we skip then

"What Jungkookie wants to skip school?" I said laughing.

He smiled and reached down to unlock my doors.

: why not let's go I know a place

He walked over to the other side of the car and hopped in. He put his phone on GPS and typed in a destination to quick for me to see. He put his phone in my phone holder and pointed at his phone.

"I can't even know where we're going?" I asked chuckling.

He shook his head and pointed at the phone again.

"Ok, ok we'll get going. At least I know that it's 30 minutes from here."

I pulled out of the parking lot and started towards this mystery location. He picked up my phone and motioned for me to unlock it, which I quickly did with my thumb. He started to scroll through my YouTube music app and clicked on a Got7 station.

"You like Got7,?" I asked.

He nodded and started bopping his head to Not By The Moon.

"Oh I swear not by the moooon ooooohhoh," I started to belt to my man, my bias JB.

"That man knows he can get it. He should know by now that he's dangerous and then he goes and gets his nose pierced. Like are you trying to murder me, I'm just out here trying to live my life and he out here tryna take it away. Like what did I do to him for him to come out here and disrespect me like this, cause if these hoes weren't already looking at him I know they are now," I said not realizing I was ranting until I glanced over at a shook Jungkook.

I started laughing, " My bad, just talking about my biases gets me riled up. Even Ally can't get me to come down half of the time. But anyway, how's your week been?"

He grabbed my phone again and opened up Google translate.

"It was fine, had a hard time trying to get my friend to listen to me but other than that it wasn't that bad you," that Siri wannabe said.

As I was about to answer, I realized where he had taken us. It was to one of the only places in the city that seemed as if it hadn't caught up to the rest of the world. My favorite diner that served the biggest portions, which is not good for you if you're on a diet. Hell, even the salads are gigantic.

I quickly hopped out the car, not waiting for Jungkook, and sped up to the doors.

I walked in and was greeted by the smell of cinnamon coming from the kitchen which meant they were making their famous cinnamon rolls. The interior was like it came straight out of the movie Grease except instead of the pastels it was a deep rich purple color decorated around the place. So an emo diner, if it helps with the picture.

I felt a hand touch my back causing me to jump damn near out of my skin. I turned and saw an amused looking Jungkook, who by the way I totally forgot was with me.

He motioned his head towards one of the booths and we seated ourselves. It only took a minute before my favorite waiter approached us. I'm telling you if I wasn't already betrothed to Carter I would keep this man all to myself.

Pretty and sexy at the same time. Has the sweetest voice but you can tell by just looking at him sometimes that he would fuck you up if you crossed him. Talk about duality. He's only two years older than me and I have to remind myself that everyday that one day if me and Carter don't work out.... oooooooohhhh. I swear almost every time I come here his hair is a different color, today it's pink.

"Hey Mahj," he said only looking at me, "What're you doing here so early on a school day?" He gaze was piercing making me.... no inappropriate thoughts are not allowed right now ma'am, it's too early in the morning for tomfoolery. So I'll just said made me feel some type of way... wink wink.

I awkwardly cleared my throat, "I wasn't feeling up to the whole school thing today so I decided to skip and come see you." I mentally face palmed myself. Smooth Mahj smooth.

He let a little giggle, "Mhmm I'm flattered but after this no more skipping. Can't have my fav girl throwing away her senior year now can I?"

Swear if my skin was any lighter it'd be beet red. I started to fan myself because this man is not about to raise my blood pressure. It's like he knows how to attack me especially with him looking scrumptious right now in his all black uniform, with rings adorning his fingers. Even his ears are decorated with earrings. Is it weird that I got my cartilage piercing to match his?

"No," I finally squeaked out after ogling him.

"No what?" he asked looking smug.

"No Jimin," I said trying to inhale and exhale like a normal person because this man right here.

"What can I start you off with?" he asked laughing.

"I'll have a banana shake with no whip cream and a extra cherry on top, what about you Jungkook?" I asked once again remembering he was here.

I looked over at him to see him glaring at Jimin like he stole something. I don't think Jimin realized that Jungkook was here either until he met his glare with his own. The way they were looking at each other it seemed like they were communicating with their eyes.

Jimin was the one to break the staring contest when he turned to look at me, "And this is?" he asked nodding towards Jungkook.

"Oh, this is my friend from school, Jungkook. Jungkook this is Jimin."

"So your friends convince you to skip school with them? Didn't know that they allow dem- delinquents to attend." Jimin said harshly, his gaze returning to Jungkook who just rolled his eyes.

"I wouldn't call him a delinquent Jimin. You don't know him to call him that," I said defensively.

Jimin chuckled, "Oh I know him. Way more than you do, that's for sure. If I were you I would steer clear of him. He's no good."

"Well, I'll decide who I associate myself with. Thank you very much. Now, he'll take a water and then when you come back we'll order." I said dismissing him.

He quirked up an eyebrow, "Why can't he speak for himself?"

I rolled my eyes. I can't believe my husband #2 was acting like this in front of company. "He's mute Jimin, now please go get our drinks and make mine with love."

He scoffed but finally walked away, not without giving Jungkook one final glare.

I looked back at Jungkook to see him surprisingly with a small smirk on his face still watching Jimin.

I cleared my throat and said," Sorry about that. He's not usually like that."

Jungkook just shrugged in response. He pulled out his phone and started typing .

:its ok i dont think he likes me too much lol

"No, I don't think so either. Do you know him?"

:maybe in a past life? who knows but if he wants a tip he better change his tude. but anyway you never answered my question earlier

"What question?"

:Hows your week been?

"Hmm," I started to think about my week so far and how horrific it has been," it's been ok. Not the most ideal time of my life but that's how it is right. Life is shitty one week and then decent the next. One obstacle occurs and then its like a domino effect or something, setting off a chain reaction of shittiness."

: well it can't be that bad right?

"Oh you don't know the half of it. I just want to be normal again you know?"

:well maybe normal is boring. maybe you need some danger in your life?

Danger?

"Um no thanks. I've had enough so far to last me a lifetime." I said shaking my head.

He put his phone away and looked up at me. Or rather behind me with the meanest glare that he's given off today.

I turned to see who he was looking at and saw a group of 5 including Jimin staring over at us. One of them motioned over to Jungkook with a head nod and I could've sworn I heard a sigh before he stood up to follow them outside.

What the hell?

#jungkook smut #jeongguk smut #jungkook x black reader #jungkook x plus size reader #bts smut #bts x black reader #bts x black girl #bts x plus size reader #bangtan smut #jungkook angst #bts angst

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