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Is this how you request a fic? I have no idea but I’ll try. I’m craving Regina George content. Can you please write something where reader is apart of the plastics but she’s not mean like the rest of them and that’s why Regina likes her. When Cady shows up and Regina has an interest in cady it’s too make reader jealous but instead cady ends up liking reader who distances herself from the plastics and then Regina gets jealous and admits her feelings so reader doesn’t end up with cady. If that makes sense? Thank you!

Craving Your Attention (Regina George X Plastic!Reader)

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Summary: Regina George is the queen of North Shore High and she doesn’t like to share her toys, even if she doesn’t really play with them. 

A/N: kinda toxic!regina even tho thats not really a surprise. slight cady x reader, she likes you instead of aaron (also aaron doesn’t exist teehee). The girls arent homophobic bc cady tells gretchen she likes reader and regina ends up with reader (saying this bc idk if you’re gonna read this with 2004 regina or 2024 regina in mind, and obviously 2004 was a different time lmao) content warning for diet talk but it’s just part of one scene. Heavily relied on the mean girls (2004) script for this fic, so it's almost all written centered around Cady. all in third person which felt a lil weird to write because i usually write in second person lol idk if anyone’s gonna want a part 2 but imma lyk rn that im not planning on writing a part 2, mainly bc this took so painstakingly long

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Everyone at North Shore High knew about Regina George. They’d be stupid not to. She was practically royalty. 

A queen bee was nothing without her little worker bees. First was Karen Smith. She seemed to give a whole new meaning to the word ‘clueless,’ but she was friendly. In more ways than one.

Then there’s Gretchen Wieners. She was Regina’s eyes and ears, whether it was wanted or not. All she wanted to do was please her leader.

And finally, there was Y/n L/n. If any of the plastics were to be deemed approachable, it was her. She was Regina’s right-hand girl, maybe even a bit more than that. But no one ever brought that up.

But then Cady Heron came to North Shore.

“Is he bothering you?” Regina tilted her head as she looked at the redheaded girl and the familiar boy who was talking to her. Y/n, who was sitting next to Regina, looked up from her food in curiosity. Regina didn’t usually talk to anyone outside of the table during lunch. The girl made a nondescript noise, so Regina turned her attention to the boy. “Jason, why are you such a skeez?”

Jason rolled his eyes, but tried to seem polite.

“I’m just being friendly.”

“You were supposed to call me last night,” Gretchen pouted, looking over her shoulder at Jason.

“Jason.” Attention was brought back to Regina with the simple call of his name. She wore a sweet smile, which meant that Jason was probably about to get a bite taken out of him. “You do not come to a party at my house with Gretchen and then scam on some poor, innocent girl right in front of us three days later. She’s not interested.” Regina then turned to the redheaded girl. “Do you wanna have sex with him?”

She looked shocked, giving an immediate no.

“Good. So it’s settled.”

“You can go shave your back now,” Y/n finished, and the four plastics waved him off. Jason walked away, but not before muttering an insult to the girls.

“Good one,” Regina said quietly to Y/n, who couldn’t help but smile a bit at the small praise. Before she could reply, Regina’s eyes followed after the red-haired girl, who was now starting to walk away. “Wait.” The single word made her stop in her tracks and look back. “Sit down.”

Regina moved her hands, signaling Gretchen and Karen to move to the sides of the lunch bench to make room for this mystery girl. After some more encouragement, she sat down.

“What’s your name?” Y/n asked sweetly, trying to ease the girl’s nerves.

“Cady.”

“Why don’t I know you?” Regina asked, looking at Cady curiously.

“I’m new,” Cady replied. “I just moved here from Africa.”

“What?”

“I used to be home-schooled.”

“Wait. What?”

Cady took a second, wondering why Regina kept saying ‘what.’ She didn’t think it was that confusing.

“My mom taught me at home-”

“No, no.” Regina laughed. “I know what ‘home-school’ is; I’m not stupid. So, you’ve actually never been to a real school before?”

As she spoke, Regina leaned more and more forward towards Cady. And as the conversation continued, Y/n wondered why Regina was taking such an interest in her. Regina never cared about anyone who passed by, too involved in the latest gossip session Gretchen had started or in Y/n’s appearance. Not that Y/n really noticed that; she was busy thinking about Regina to see that Regina was thinking about her. Either way, she didn’t understand why the blonde was suddenly so fascinated by this new girl.

“You’re like, really pretty.”

Oh… That must be why.

Y/n seemed to tune the rest of the conversation out, too wrapped up in Regina’s compliment towards Cady and the bright smile she wore while giving it. She didn’t know why it bothered her. It’s not like Regina belonged to her. If anything, Y/n, along with the rest of the Plastics, belonged to Regina.

Even when Regina brought Gretchen and Karen in close to speak to them and Y/n, leaving Cady awkwardly leaning back to give them more privacy, Y/n didn’t care much to listen. The gist of the conversation was that they wanted Cady to sit with them at lunch for a week, something they had never considered doing with anyone else in this school.

“Okay.” Regina started as Gretchen and Karen relaxed back into their seats, and Cady leaned back in. “You should just know that we don’t do this a lot, so this is, like, a really huge deal. We wanna invite you to have lunch with us every day for the rest of the week.” Regina wore a grin that meant she was up to something, but Cady didn’t seem to decipher that, and the rest of the girls didn’t know what it meant.

“Oh, it’s okay—” Cady’s tone seemed to indicate that she was about to decline, but Regina interrupted her before she could.

“Coolness.” The bell rang, and Regina’s eyes darted over to Y/n before going back to Cady. Her mischievous smile remained present as she, Gretchen, and Karen grabbed their trays. “So we’ll see you tomorrow.”

The three Plastics stood up and left the table, leaving Y/n in a slight daze and Cady confused about what had just happened. Y/n suddenly looked around, realizing that her friends had left without her, but the new girl was still with her. She figured that she should say something before leaving her alone. She didn’t have to be mean or unpleasant just because Regina seemed to like Cady.

“On Wednesdays, we wear pink.” Y/n said it with a timid but sweet smile, trying to get over the revelation that the girl she loved was setting her sights on someone else. Her hand patted Cady’s a few times before she stood up and picked up her tray. “Welcome to North Shore.”

As Cady watched Y/n leave, and as Janis and Damian dragged the redhead away to interrogate her about her interaction with Regina, she couldn’t help but feel warm. Maybe public school wouldn’t be so bad.

***

The next day, Cady was slightly nervous to sit with the Plastics. She felt like a double spy. Janis and Damian were under the impression that Cady was doing it for them, to listen in on Regina’s secrets and relay them back to her friends so they could laugh at the pathetic and superficial nature of it all. And sure, that was the main reason she was sitting with the girls. But Cady also returned to the table so she could bask in a new light, Y/n. 

But living in girl world came with a bunch of rules.

“You can’t wear a tank top two days in a row, and you can only wear your hair in a ponytail once a week. So…” Gretchen laughed lightly, seeming a little nervous for no reason as she looked at Cady, who was wearing her hair in a ponytail. “I guess you picked today. Oh! And we only wear jeans or track pants on Fridays.”

“Which totally blows in the winter,” Y/n muttered before sipping her Diet Coke.

“Now,” Gretchen started again, “if you break any of these rules, you can’t sit with us at lunch.” Cady seemed surprised, but Gretchen continued. “Not just you! Like, any of us. Okay, so, like, if I was wearing jeans today, I would be sitting over there with the art freaks.” She said it with a grimace, pointing over to a table a few feet away from the girls before looking back at Cady. “Oh, and we always vote before we ask someone to eat lunch with us, because you have to be considerate of the rest of the group. I mean, you wouldn’t buy a skirt without asking your friends first if it looks good on you.”

Everyone nodded except for Cady, who was processing all of these new rules she had to follow.

“I wouldn’t?”

“Right,” Gretchen said with a definitive nod. “And it’s the same with guys. Like, you may think you like someone, but you could be wrong.”

“One hundred twenty calories and forty-eight calories from fat,” Regina interrupted, reading a food bar that she had grabbed. She looked at her friends inquisitively. What percent is that?”

“Uh… forty-eight into one hundred and twenty?” Gretchen suggested, not really sure of herself.

“No, I don’t think so, Gretch,” Y/n said, trying to think of the correct answer.

“I’m only eating foods with less than thirty percent calories from fat.”

“It’s forty percent,” Cady said suddenly, proud that she was able to do the equation in her head. Everyone looked at her, expressions varying from impressed to confused. Cady suddenly felt the need to show her work. “Well, forty-eight over a hundred and twenty equals X over a hundred-”

“So then you cross multiply to get X!” Y/n finished off with a grin, thrilled that she knew what Cady was talking about. Cady smiled back at her with the same excited energy, although looking a little more subdued. Not only was this girl super pretty and friendly, but she also seemed decently smart. Maybe Janis was wrong about these girls.

“Whatever.” Regina looked at the two girls suspiciously. She tossed the food bar onto the table and stood up. “I’m getting cheese fries. Y/n, come with me.”

Taken back by the sudden command, Y/n stumbled out of her seat and followed Regina. Cady’s eyes followed her until she was out of sight, and she sighed quietly when she couldn’t catch a glimpse of the girl anymore. 

“So!” Gretchen startled Cady with her enthusiastic voice and a hand on her shoulder. As she turned to look at her, Cady realized that Karen was also gone from the table. She must’ve gone to the bathroom or somewhere else. “Have you seen anyone you think is cute yet?”

Cady didn’t know how to answer. There was definitely one person that came to mind, but she didn’t know if she should say the name. Gretchen might react badly if Cady told her, which would most likely lead to her getting kicked out of the Plastics.

But at the same time, she didn’t want to lie. 

“Well… there’s this one.. girl.” The last word was quiet and hesitant, but Gretchen picked up on it.

“Oh my gosh, who is it?” She asked excitedly. “Do you think it’s just like, a phase, or is it more serious?”

“I dunno.” Cady shrugged. “I haven’t known her too long to be sure.”

“Who is it?” Gretchen leaned forward in her seat, completely invested in Cady’s answer. It took the redhead a long moment of hesitancy to open her mouth.

“It’s Y/n…”

“No!” Gretchen straightened up, looking absolutely horrified. She looked around, ensuring none of the other girls were back yet. “You can’t like Y/n. Not only is she a part of the group, but… Okay, you didn’t hear this from me, and you’re, like, totally forbidden from ever bringing it up. But Regina is really possessive over Y/n. They’ve been best friends for, like, forever, and Regina chases off anyone who tries to so much as ask her out. And it’s not my place to say whether or not it’s more than friendship, but if I had to say something, there’s definitely something going on between them.” Gretchen took a much-needed breath, shaking her head slightly to clear her jumbled thoughts. “Look, the point is, you shouldn’t date friends. Especially Regina’s friends. But don’t worry, I’ll never tell Regina or Y/n what you said. It’ll be our little secret.”

Gretchen gave Cady a sweet smile, and that seemed to be the end of their little conversation. But for the next few days, Cady kept thinking about it.

She didn’t want to get on Regina’s bad side. That would mean no more things to tell Janis and Damian and no more seeing Y/n. And she also didn’t want to freak Y/n out. But just because Cady wasn’t allowed to like Y/n didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to look at her. Or think about her. Or talk to her.

A few days later, when Cady was with Janis and Damian at the mall, Janis asked when Cady would see Regina next. She said it felt weird to spy on her and that she didn’t want to do it anymore. And sure, it being weird was part of why she wanted to stop. But mainly, it was because Cady had started getting so distracted by Y/n that it was difficult to focus on Regina. Which was strange, because the blonde girl was so alluring. But Janis reassured Cady that Regina would never find out about her double agent status, that it would be their little secret.

So many secrets.

***

“Hello?” Cady held the phone up to her ear, wondering who was calling her at this late hour.

“I know your secret.” Cady stiffened at Regina’s voice coming through the speaker. She internally panicked, trying to figure out what to do. How did Regina figure out about Cady’s spying?

“Secret?” She decided that playing it cool was the better move. “What secret?”

“Gretchen told me that you like Y/n.” Cady relaxed at the fact that Regina had learned about her other secret, before freezing again. Right now, she wondered if it would be better if Regina knew about the spying. “I mean, I don’t care, do whatever you want.” Regina didn’t sound like she didn’t care, but Cady didn’t bring it up. “But let me just tell you something about Y/n: She’s, like, never gone on a date before. It’s not that she’s not pretty or anything, but no one’s ever really been good enough for her.”

“Oh?” What did this mean? Did Regina deem Cady good enough for Y/n after so many others tried and failed? Or was this a set-up?

Honestly, Cady was so happy for Regina’s blessing that she didn’t really care.

“I could talk to her for you, if you want.”

“Really? You would do that?”

“We’ve been friends since like, pretty much birth. I know exactly how to play it.” There was a moment of silence, and Cady could picture Regina picking at her nails. “But wait. Aren’t you mad at Gretchen for telling me? Because if you are, you can tell me. It was a really bitchy thing for her to do.”

“Yeah, it was pretty bitchy, but I’m not mad.” Cady was a little mad, but she didn’t feel like saying that. “I mean, it’s better she told you instead of Y/n. I dunno, I guess she just likes the attention.” Cady didn’t know why she said that last part, but it had just spilled out of her mouth.

“See, Gretch? I told you she’s not mad at you.” Cady was a bit confused, but then another voice spoke.

“I can’t believe you think I like attention!” There was a click, and Cady assumed the Gretchen had hung up. She had no idea she was even listening.

“Okay, love you. See you tomorrow!” Cady could hear Regina’s smile, and then there was another click followed by a dial tone, showing that Cady was now the only one on the line. She then hung up herself, processing the three-way call she had just survived.

And then after that, Cady realized that she had gotten Regina’s blessing to try to pursue Y/n.

***

“What day is it?” Y/n asked, looking down at her worksheet. She didn’t usually do homework at lunch, but lately, some of her classes had been kicking her ass. 

“It’s October third,” Cady answered almost immediately, catching the suspicious eyes of Regina and Gretchen.

“Thanks, Cady,” Y/n said, looking up at the girl and giving her a sweet smile before returning to her paper.

“I dunno why you don’t just ask one of the Mathlete dorks to do it for you,” Regina said, looking over Y/n’s shoulder. “They’d probably even do it for free.”

“We’ve talked about this, Regina. If my teacher didn’t catch on, it would still totally bite me in the ass when I’d have to do a test all by myself.”

“You need help with math?” Cady asked, subtly leaning closer to Y/n. The girl looked at Cady, now completely distracted from her work.

“Yeah! I used to get it, but trig is crazy hard.” Y/n sighed, delicately rubbing at her tired eyes so she didn’t mess up her makeup. “I feel like I’m never gonna get it.”

“I can help you!” Cady said, excited over this opportunity. She had always excelled in mathematics, and now Y/n needs help with that exact subject? It seemed like fate.

“Really?” Both Y/n and Cady missed the slight glare that Regina was giving them. 

“Oh right, Cady’s like, a total nerd.” They also chose to ignore Regina’s snide comment before sipping her Diet Coke.

“That would be amazing, Cady! Maybe I could come over after school today or something?”

Cady was about to say yes, a million times yes, but Regina butted in.

“Y/n, you’re coming over to my house today.” It didn’t really feel like Regina was reminding her of forgotten plans. Instead, it sounded like Regina was coming up with a reason for Y/n to be unavailable. Cady’s suspicions were confirmed by the confused look Y/n gave the blonde.

“I am?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh… Well, how about tomorrow?”

“Perfect!” Cady spoke quickly and enthusiastically before Regina could say another word.

***

Over the next month or so, Cady tutored Y/n a few days every week. It quickly became their favorite part of their days. After helping with a few problems Y/n was stuck on, the two girls would get distracted by conversations about whatever they wanted to talk about. Neither of them felt the need to filter themselves in fear of being made fun of by one of the other Plastics, mainly Regina. Topics ranged from the latest gossip to future plans to their favorite things in media. If Cady had never heard of something Y/n brought up, which was the case nine times out of ten, the tutoring session would turn into a movie night or music party.

“Oh my gosh, so…” Y/n and Cady were in the middle of watching a chick flick that Cady had never seen when Y/n suddenly spoke. “I’m having a Halloween party at my place. We usually do it at Regina’s, but for some reason, she didn’t feel like doing it this year. Are you gonna come?” 

“Yeah, sure.” Cady’s response made Y/n smile brightly, a sight that Cady could never get sick of.

“Awesome!” Y/n sat up from her slouched position, her excitement waking her up from her slightly tired state. “It’s a costume party, which’ll be a lot of fun. I can give you a flier with all the info tomorrow. Even though I know you’re invited, you need the flier to get in. It only admits one person, so don’t bring anyone else with you.”

“Grool.” Y/n blinked in slight confusion, and Cady realized what she had said. “I… I meant to say ‘cool,’ and then I started to say ‘great.’”

Y/n giggled, which made Cady’s cheeks heat up.

“Right. Well, grool.” The two laughed, and then Y/n looked down at her watch. “Oh my gosh, it’s so late. I should probably get going.” With the help of Cady, Y/n gathered her things. “See you tomorrow!” In a flash, Y/n kissed Cady’s cheek before walking out of the room and leaving Cady’s house. Cady’s cheeks felt like they were on fire, and she lightly touched the cheek Y/n had kissed.

***

One thing that no one told Cady was that on Halloween, many girls opted for very revealing costumes rather than actual costumes. So when she arrived at Y/n’s house, she stuck out like a sore thumb in her dead bride attire while her friends wore tight clothes and animal ears.

“Why are you so scary?” Gretchen asked with concern, looking at Cady’s appearance with wide eyes.

“It’s Halloween,” Cady said with a shrug, not knowing what the problem was.

Suddenly, a hand touched Cady’s arm, making her jump. But she quickly relaxed when she saw who was touching her.

“You came!” Y/n squealed, bringing Cady in for a hug. The redhead felt a bit flustered by the contact, plus seeing Y/n in her slightly revealing outfit. When they broke the embrace, Y/n held Cady by the shoulders, surveying her outfit. “And you’re a… zombie bride…?”

“An ‘ex-wife.’” Cady replied, using her fingers to air quote.

“Well, I love it.” Y/n finally let go of Cady, although she wouldn’t have been opposed if she kept holding onto her. “You want something to drink?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll be right back.” 

Y/n squeezed Cady’s arm for a quick moment before turning around. She weaved her way through the crowd to get to the kitchen, where a shit load of different drinks were scattered on the counters. She started mixing a drink for Cady when she felt a presence behind her.

“What the hell is Cady wearing?” Regina asked, squinting to see Cady from across the room.

“She’s a zombie bride!”

“She looks like a freak.”

“Regina!” Y/n set down the bottle she was pouring and looked at the blonde. “Be nice.”

“Whatever.” Regina rolled her eyes, pushing her hair off her shoulder before leaning on the kitchen counter. “You know, you should probably be careful around her. She has a giant crush on you.”

“What?” Y/n’s eyes snapped to Regina, immediately curious. “How do you know?”

“She told me. She tells everybody. It’s kinda cute, to be honest. She’s like a little girl.” Regina laughed, and Y/n tilted her head and raised her brows, silently asking for more details. “Like, she writes ‘Y/n plus Cady’ and stuff like that all over her notebook. And she made this shirt that says ‘I heart Y/n’ and she wears it under all of her clothes.

“Oh, come on.” Y/n sighed and rolled her eyes, figuring Regina had been joking. “That’s not funny, Regina.”

“I’m serious! She’s, like, obsessed with you. And who can blame her?” Regina’s hand reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair away from Y/n’s face. When Y/n looked at her friend, she was suddenly closer than before. “I mean, you’re gorgeous.”

“Regina.”

“If I’m being honest… I hate the way she looks at you.” Regina grabbed Y/n’s chin before she could look away, forcing them to maintain eye contact. “It makes me sick. She should know better than to think she has a chance with you.”

“What are you saying, Regina?” Y/n’s voice was barely a whisper, but the blonde heard her loud and clear despite being in a crowded room with blasting music and semi-drunk teenagers.

“I’m saying you’re mine, Y/n.” With every word, Regina inched closer and closer. “I don’t want you to be with Cady. Or with anyone else.” 

Regina closed the small gap between her and Y/n’s lips, wrapping her arms around Y/n’s body to keep her close. After the wave of shock washed over her, Y/n reciprocated the kiss. Neither of them cared about any of the people around them watching. Including Cady, who watched from across the room with watery eyes and a breaking heart. 

Cady had lost Y/n to a competition she didn’t even know she had. Y/n had finally gotten the girl she had been wanting for years after being kept at arm’s length away. And Regina had once again ruined someone else’s happiness for her own.

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pairing: kang taehyun x gn!reader

genre: fluff fluff fluff, strangers to ???, magician!taehyun, some crack ??? idk

synopsis: you had a thought and a dream, you were going to be a magician. so you did what one who wants to be a magician does next, you went to a magic store. and what did you do? accidentally knock over a shelf of bang snaps and came face to face with an actual magician.

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all your life you only wanted only one thing: to have magical powers. unfortunately, this was the real world. so, you had to do the next best thing—become a magician.

that’s how you ended up in the magic shop out in the outskirts of your town—the star seeker’s magical emporium—wandering up and down the aisles aimlessly. your fingers trailed along the various items. from cliché magical wands to stuff for making things “disappear,” this store had it all.

you were lost in your thoughts, thinking of how you could use all the items you saw when your eyes had caught on a product claiming that it could make you bend metal. in your distracted state, your legs had kept moving and in turn, you ran straight into the display of bang snaps.

the display and open boxes fell to the floor, loud snapping and sparks everywhere. you had jumped back in shock, a loud gasp coming from your lips, when an employee ran over with wide eyes. “oh my god… oh my god, i’m so—so sorry!” you sputtered, turning your attention to the employee.

he was wearing one of those stereotypical magician costumes, the ones with the top hat, cape, and tailored tailcoat. his gloved white hand held a thick, plastic looking wand. his dark hair was styled to the side out of his eyes. if it weren’t for the deep embarrassment and your face heating up, you would remark to yourself on how cute he was.

you got down to the floor as you began trying to clean everything up. “oh, it’s okay! don’t worry about it…” the employee said as he got down to help you. you looked at his name tag. taehyun.

“i completely destroyed the display, oh my god! how much does it all cost?” you asked as the two of you got everything cleaned up. you got to your feet at the same time he did, wiping the palms of your hands on your jeans. taehyun waved a hand in the air, “it’s really no problem! nobody really buys those things anyways except the kids who come in once in a blue moon.”

taehyun waved his plastic wand in the air and you chuckled. “see? abracadabra! now it’s like none of it ever happened!” he gave you a big smile as you returned the favor. “really? thank you so much!” you exclaimed. he rolled back and forth onto his tiptoes for a moment. “is there anything else i can help you with?” taehyun asked.

you hummed for a moment in thought, “no… but you work here! can you show me any magic tricks?” taehyun scoffed playfully, “can i show you any magic tricks… follow me!” he led you back to the counter and made his way behind it as he dug into the cash register.

taehyun pulled out a quarter and held it up in the air to show you. “watch as i make this quarter… disappear!” he beamed as he waved his other hand in front of the quarter. your eyes widened in shock, a smile creeping its way onto your lips as he held both of his hands up in the air. they were both empty.

“let me guess, it’s it your glove?” you said with a smug smile. you had watched hours of magic videos on the internet and knew just about every trick there was. taehyun shook his head, chuckling, “that’s for amateurs, i’m the real deal!”

he reached behind your ear, his hand brushing against the side of your neck and sending a shiver down your spine. you heard a slight “ding!” sound as taehyun pulled his hand back, quarter sitting in it. with raised eyebrows and a smile still on his face, he presented it to you.

smiling, you crossed your arms across your chest. “okay, okay! but i want something cooler!” taehyun’s smile turned to a smirk and he leaned over the counter towards you. “alright… but for this one i’m gonna need your id, please!” you playfully furrowed your eyebrows at him and reached into your bag.

when you got your id out of your wallet, you slid it over to him on the counter and taehyun grabbed it, doing a little spin in the process. you laughed at his display and he smiled at you. “are you ready… y/n?” taehyun asked as he glanced down at your id and you nodded eagerly.

taehyun did a little show of waving his hand in front of your id, making it disappear and reappear. his eyebrows raised slightly as he held it up in front of you, eyes shining, before flicking the card quickly. with wide eyes, you held your hand over your mouth as your id turned into a small white card you didn’t see him grab.

he slid the card across to you on the counter, then waved his hand over it so your id was next to it. taehyun gave you a shy smile. you grabbed the white card from the counter and turned it over. it had his name and number written on it. grinning from ear to ear you looked back up at him.

“let me take you to dinner sometime? i can show you way better magic tricks than this… the store kind of limits me,” taehyun asked, looking away from your eyes briefly. you giggled and nodded at his proposal. “are you free tonight?” you asked him, placing the two cards back in your wallet.

taehyun chuckled and nodded, scratching the back of his head and making his top hat fall into his eyes ever so slightly. “i am, it’s a date! i’ll see you tonight!”

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roles reversed

a/n: I don't know what to say about this lmao idk what possessed me when I wrote this okay. again horrendously bad at titles

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 3.3k 🤡🫣

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, oral (f receiving), handjob (m receiving), edging, sub!steve, also dad!steve bc I said so

“You all set, kiddo?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Got your backpack?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Brushed your teeth?”

“Yes, Daddy!” your four year old squealed now, at Steve’s incessant badgering.

You watched the scene before you unfold, your daughter perched between your legs as you braided her hair ready for her weekend at Aunt Robin’s. A soft smile tugged at your lips as you watched Steve pace around the kitchen, hands on his hips. Domesticity really did suit him.

“Alright, all done, bug.” you said with a pat to her tiny shoulders and a kiss to her head, “Now go give Daddy a hug and kiss goodbye.”

Your daughter lept off the chair and skipped over to Steve, where he scooped her up in his arms. He spun her around as she squealed and giggled, pressing kisses all over her face. Your features turned soft, eyes all fond at the family you’d made for yourselves.

Robin arrived a few minutes later, barrelling your kid off into her car, promising her the most fun weekend of her life with her favourite aunt. She teased you and Steve as you stood in the doorway, urging you both not to get up to too much mischief during your weekend alone.

You all said your goodbyes, waving and blowing kisses to your baby as Robin reversed out of your drive. Steve’s lips were pressed to your temple as you sighed, that little pang to your heart that always came back with a vengeance when your friends would offer to take your daughter out for the day, or you would drop her with your Mom for the night.

Closing your front door behind you with a click, you slouched against the wood, Steve’s eyes trained on you carefully.

“So, what do you want to do with all this alone time?” you simply asked him.

He chuckled, stepping ever closer to you, “You.” was all he said, his large hands coming to rest on your waist.

You rolled your eyes at him, tutting, “Is this why you begged Robin to babysit this weekend? So you could get into my pants, Harrington?” Your arms encircled his neck now, fingers toying with the messy strands at the back of his head.

“What?” Steve feigned hurt, “A guy can’t want to fuck his beautiful wife, no?”

You giggled at his statement, “I never said that.”

It was true, it had been a while since you and Steve had an ounce of time alone together. No time for hands to wander and explore skin they had memorised, no heated make out sessions wherever you pleased without being interrupted by your daughter’s tiny cries.

“Do you want to go out tonight?” he asked, his nose skimming the slope of your own, his lips barely brushing over yours, “You could put on a pretty dress, get a nice dinner, hm?” Steve kissed you properly now, it was soft, sensual, sweet, “Let me spoil you.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, his low sultry tone, voice like velvet, but you could think of nothing worse right now. Features twisting in conflict, your fingers drumming on the back of his neck.

“Could- could we do that tomorrow?” you spoke quietly, eyelashes fluttering up at your husband, “I kinda just wanna be lazy today,” you shrugged your shoulders, “with you.”

Steve chuckled, hands skimming up and down your waist, a kiss to your forehead, “Sure, we can do whatever you want, honey.”

And you did. You lazed on your couch all day, laying inbetween Steve’s sweatpant clad legs, nursing whatever junk food you had in the house. Doing nothing but enjoying each other’s company. When it came time for dinner, Steve ordered your favourite takeout accompanied with a bottle of wine, a random movie popped into the VCR only to serve as background noise.

Your head lay on his chest, his arm slung around your shoulders as he pulled you in close, his lips pressing kisses into your hairline as your fingers drew shapes on his thigh absentmindedly. They danced up the length of the muscle, skimming over his hips before delving underneath his t-shirt, nails scratching lightly at the happy trail that disappeared underneath the waistband.

Steve tensed at the gesture, his hand squeezing your shoulder in response. Your fingers continued their ministrations over his stomach as you shifted your chin to get a better look at him.

He pinched your chin between his finger and thumb, raising his brows at your pout, “What, sweetheart?”

Your eyes bore into his big brown ones, warm and inviting, “Kiss me.” was all you said.

The man all but smirked at you, hand coming to cup your cheek now, warm thumb stroking over the soft skin there before he lent into you. Steve’s plush pink lips encasing your own, skin tingling and mouth watering. Your fingers reached up into his hair, tugging at the unkempt strands. Steve groaned a little at the feeling, he kissed you harder now, nose prodding into your cheek.

You took the hint to push him a little further, moving to swing your leg over his thighs so you were straddling him on the couch. Steve’s hands came to rest on your ass, large hands squeezing the flesh over your cotton shorts. You licked into Steve, tongue pushing into his mouth to mix with his own, feeling the strain of his hardening cock below his sweatpants making you feel a little dizzy.

Your hands were everywhere, tugging on his hair, pushing on his chest, balling up the fabric of his shirt into your fists. Steve couldn’t think straight, his brain essentially mush, his hips rutting up into yours as he pushed yours down to meet his own thrusts. He felt needy, desperate.

Chest heaving and breath panting, you broke the kiss. Your eyes were glazed over with lust, desire, gaze flicking to Steve’s kiss-bitten lips and wild hair. You stood from his lap, fingers lacing with his own as he followed suit.

“Lets go to bed,” you whispered, leading him out of the room as you started up the stairs.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Steve quipped, spinning you around so he could plant his lips on yours again, walking you down the hall to your bedroom. You let him have this slither of control, his hands squeezing your hips as he kissed you with fever.

You smirked into the kiss pushing him back onto the plush mattress, his body hitting the sheets with an oopmf. Steve saw the change in your eyes, your usual piliant flicker now a controlling glint. A dark haze clouded your gaze as you crawled atop Steve once more.

Steve’s personality was dominating. The need to care for and protect those he cared for often transferred into the bedroom. Which you never complained about, he had you writhing and coming undone beneath him more times than you could remember. Sometimes though your roles reversed, and Steve was more than happy to submit to you.

Settling into his lap you pushed his shirt up his abdomen, lips pressing chaste kisses on the scars and freckles that decorated his skin. You pushed the fabric more before Steve did the rest for you, throwing the garment to the floor. Your hands revelled in the newly exposed skin, lip and hands exploring.

“Fuck,” he breathed below you, “can- can I touch you, baby?” his voice was shaky, breath heavy and cheeks pink, “Please?”

You gnawed on your lip, nodding in response, “Yeah, you can touch me, Stevie.” you hushed, discarding your own shirt before reaching for Steve’s hands to place them on your tits.

Steve groaned at the pet name you only used in times like these, the feel of your breasts in his hands, fingers squeezing and groping, finger and thumb rolling a nipple between. A soft moan escaped your lips as you keened above him.

Your hips rolled over his once more, lips connecting with the skin of his neck, skirting along the scruff of his jaw before settling on that spot just below his ear lobe, teeth sucking a mark he’d jokingly scold you for later.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, honey,” Steve admitted with a breathy chuckle, hands rubbing up and down your bare back. Steve’s words were sticky sweet, saccharine that went straight to your pussy.

“Mhm,” was all you replied, standing again from his lap to rid yourself of your shorts and underwear and you swore you heard Steve’s breath hitch in his throat. His tongue slithered out from his lips, licking over the red skin at your bare body.

“Want you to eat my pussy, Stevie,” you delcared, pulling on his sweatpants now, thankful that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His pretty pink cock springing free, a hiss left his lips at the cool air, “that okay, baby?”

Steve nodded fervently, hands reaching out to bring you closer to him.

“Ah, ah,” you tsked, “lay back down.” you demanded and Steve was sweating. Cock painfully hard and leaking already. Eyes wide and mouth agape as you climbed over his chest, cunt inching ever closer to his waiting mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned as you lowered yourself over him, his arms encirlcing your thighs as your hands came to grip the headboard above your bed. One hand coming to swipe the stray strands out of his face,

“Go ‘head, baby.”

Steve needed no further instruction, tongue darting out to lick into you like there was no tomorrow. He ate your pussy like a man starved, swapping between curling his tongue into your entrance and sucking on your throbbing clit. His spit mixing with your click, surely making a mess of his pretty face.

You mewled above him, hand coming to grasp and play with your tits, tweaking your nipple just right, “Makin’ me feel so good, Stevie,” you whined, “so good at this, making my cunt drip all over you.”

He groaned right into you, his ministrations sending vibrations right up your spine, your coil winding tighter and tighter. You glanced down at him, Steve’s eyes squeezed shut, his brow furrowed, focused, on licking and sucking everywhere he knew you liked best.

Hips rocking absentmindedly, essentially using Steve’s mouth to get you over the edge, his nose bumping your clit with every roll, “Shit,” you wailed, fingers fully tugging on his brunette locks to hold him in place as you fucked yourself on his tongue.

His hands squeezed the fat of your hips now, pads of his fingers digging into the flesh there, his bruising grip surely to leave a mark. His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feel of you using him how you damned well pleased, hips rutting up into thin air behind you. And Steve swore he could have cum right there and then.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” you mumbled, hips now dragging your pussy over the flat of his pudgy tongue, the tip of his nose stroking your clit just right, the sight of his wild hair and dreamy brown eyes boring into your own essentially getting you over the line.

You writhed above him, head thrown back as your orgasm peaked, mumbles of fuck and just like that and yes, Stevie, all tumbling past your lips in a jumble of pants and moans. Steve kept licking and sucking until you couldn’t take any more, the overstimulation too much.

Moving off his mouth, you slid down his chest, sitting pretty on his stomach as you lent back on your palms. Chest heaving and forehead sticky with sweat, you took a minute to catch your breath.

The tip of Steve’s cock brushed against your back and he winced, throbbing and heavy. His palms came to rest on your thighs, stroking soothingly, snapping your gaze back to him.

“Kiss?” he asked, voice minute, and you giggled not being able to resist. So you leant back up now, hands braced on the smattering of hair across his chest as you pressed your lips together. You sighed at the taste of yourself on him, the wet feel of your slick covering his mouth and chin, glistening in the low light of the room.

“Baby,” he whined, “shit, you gotta- you need to touch me or something,” his hips canting upwards, his dick rubbing over the swell of your ass, “‘m gonna fuckin’ explode. Christ.”

You giggled at him and Steve could have cried, you truly were a vixen, he thought. One hand reached behind you, delicate fingers ghosting over the length of him, “Like that? Is that what you want, Stevie?”

He groaned, “Fuck, yes, fuck, baby. More, need more.”

You gave him a final squeeze right at the base of his thick bush, before swinging your body off him and switching your position so you were sat atop his stomach, bare core still leaking arousal on his skin, but you had your back to him, your body and hands facing his aching cock.

You bent forward, dragging your nails up his calves, over his meaty thighs, a light touch to his balls before dragging them up his shaft. Steve wailed from behind you, panting and whining and moaning.

Gathering spit in your mouth you let it fall from your lips onto the tip before you used a hand to spread it over his dick. The cool of your saliva touching him made him let out the most delicious groan, hips stirring and cock twitching beneath you.

You began to work him with both hands, twisting and gliding up and down his cock at an agonisingly slow pace, choosing to squeeze lightly at the angry pink tip.

Steve was already embarrassingly close to his orgasm, all the muscles in his thighs and tummy clenching and constructing. His big brown eyes were screwed shut, his cheeks flushed as he dragged his arm to lay over his face, incoherent moans of oh fuck and please, baby, please filled the quiet of your bedroom.

Keeping up your pace you began to work his head, your fingers a circle tugging up and down over the sensitive part of his cock, your free hand rolling his heavy balls in your palm.

“Oh, fuck,” Steve whined, thighs spread wide beneath you, toes curling, “please be careful, shit, please be careful.”

You could only smirk at the neediness in his voice, tone a notch higher than usual as he keened below you. Your hand never relented, keeping your ministrations going, doing so well to unravel the man you were sat on.

Steve had to take deep breaths, deep pants escaping his wet lips, his hand coming to grab at the flesh of your ass, fingers digging into your skin as he pleaded with you, “Please can I cum, shit, please can I cum, baby,” he begged now, “oh, please please please.”

His thighs trembled on the bed, you felt him tense and you knew he was right there, one or two more pumps of your hands and he’d be spilling all over them. So, you stopped. You removed your hands and braced them on his thighs instead.

“Oh, fu-uck,” Steve’s whine was long and drawn out, drawing long shaky breaths in and out of his pursed lips. You watched as his cock twitched below you, angry and throbbing, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

His hands came to rest on your waist now, fingertips digging into the bare flesh of your hips, thumbs stroking up and down. Steve’s hips stirred beneath you, his feet planted firmly in the mattress as his knees bent. Desperately trying to find any kind of friction.

Your fingers ghosted over his shaft again, the pad of your pointer fingers finding his slit, spreading the leaking pre-cum all over.

“Baby, please, I-” he started, cutting himself off with a moan as you squeezed his head once more, “I need to- you gotta let me cum, shit, angel, please, feels so good. Can’t hold it.”

“Hm?” you breathed out, your hands building up the pace again, bullying the tip of his cock, “Need’ta cum, Stevie?” you asked, tone low and enticing.

“Yes, yes, so bad,” Steve’s thighs trembled, hips rutting up into your hands, “please I- I’ll be good, baby, so good for you, please.”

Your cheeks flushed at his admission, heat rising up your neck, your cunt fluttering at the affect you had on him. You could only imagine what he looked like behind you. Eyes glassy and hair wild, his face flushed red and lips pink and bitten.

Your hands never stopped, leaning forward again to dribble more saliva onto Steve’s cock as you felt his stomach and thighs tense all at once, so close to orgasm once more. He moaned beneath you, “Fuck, I’m gonna-” but you cut him off as soon as your hands left his cock again, leaving him on the edge.

“Alright, baby,” you spoke, lifting yourself from his stomach, your gaze flitting to the wet patch of slick you’d left on his skin, “I’ll let you cum, but I wanna see you.”

You finally got a good look at Steve, his face was tucked into the crook of his elbow, other hand fisting the sheets of the bed. His neck and chest was slick with sweat, a thin light sheen covering his skin. His mouth was hanging agape, breathing heaving with vigor. Steve looked so fucking pretty like this.

So you crawled back on the bed taking your spot between his stretched out thighs, you leant down to press soft kisses along the skin there. Your hand found his that was clutched around the sheets, your fingers encasing his fist, thumb rubbing soft circles there, “Y’okay, Stevie?”

He nodded, a throaty whimper escaping his lips. He unclenched his fist, letting his fingers slot between your own. Your fingers glided up the protruding vein on his cock.

“Words, baby,” you whispered, “come on.” Your tongue darted out to lick a stripe up the underside of his length.

“I’m good, angel,” he hushed, “just- please,” Steve cried beneath you, as your hands came back to his dick, stroking and pumping up and down, “please, please let me cum.”

Steve was gone. Unbelievably fucked out, vision bleary as tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. Pain and pleasure mixing deliciously, head dizzy and moans incoherent. You decided you’d teased him enough, brought him to the edge enough times just to let his orgasm fizzle out.

“Okay, Stevie,” you hushed him, your hand continuing to pump his thick cock relentlessly, “cum for me.”

And that was it, Steve’s hand squeezed yours in a bruising grip, back arching up off the bed as all the muscles in his body tensed. His orgasm rolled through him like a freight train, his brow was furrowed as he whined and whimpered beneath you. Steve cried out your name like a chant, moans of praise and thank you’s left his lips as his chest heaved.

His hot cum spilled over your fist and his stomach as he rode out his high, thighs shaking as his head hit the soft pillows beneath him. Steve’s eyes fluttered open as he caught your tongue lapping up the remnants of his orgasm off your hand, a fuck whispered into the room.

You stroked his thigh soothingly, crawling over him to press a soft kiss to his lips. You felt him smile into the kiss, tongues mixing together lazily and languidly. You chuckled softly as you stood off him, leaving him with a kiss to the slope of his nose.

Leaving him to collect his breath on your bed, you grabbed a warm cloth to clean up the mess on his stomach. He chuckled lightly at the gesture, a soft blissed out look on his face, thoughts of how the roles are usually reversed.

You climbed into bed beside him, head resting on his chest as your fingers came to trace the moles and freckles that littered his skin. His arm slung around your figure pulling you in close.

“Y’okay?” you whispered into his skin.

Steve hummed, his lips pressing into your soft hairline, his fingers dancing up and down your bare back.

“More than.”

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[lightlycareless]

Hey again!! What do you think is Naoya height?? Because i can't seem to find his official height. So i headcanon that his height is 187cm. That's pretty tall right? But idc bc i love tall men in general 🤭

And i want to know your hc because you're one of my fav naoya writer!

Hello!!!

Omg I feel like I took forever to respond, idk why I get that feel from time to time, then I look on the dates and maybe it hadn't been so long?!??! Idk

Either way, thank you for your patience 🥺❤️ This is actually something I've wondered about in the past... as well as this little drabble I wrote :> I hope you like it!

I haven’t set an official height to Naoya, but I always assumed he was pretty tall too; he’s described as so in the wikia and looks like it too hehe.

So yep, around the 180s+ is just about right! Maybe not 190’s ‘cause he’d be getting to the same level of Gojo, but up there. (If it’s worth anything, I always thought he’d be amongst the tallest of his siblings, but shorter than Naoaki lmao)

Now, onto the good stuff.

warnings: none. fluff. naoya being a tease. (who would've known?)

It’s safe to assume that due to his height, either Naoya has to lean down to kiss you, or you have to step on the tip of your toes to do so. An arrangement that smoothly fell into place, not that much of a hassle to comply with, and honestly? I think both like doing it very much.

Until he realizes this is something he could also take advantage of; and boy, does he abuse this opening when the opportunity flashes across his mind.

He just… can’t help it! With the way you adorably purse your lips to kiss him, gently grasping his arms to pull him down just to make your job easier, he needed to, you know?

It’s in his nature.

And so, he leans into that, opting to not close the gap between his lips and yours, leaving you there, anxiously waiting for the moment your skin touches his, while doing his best to hold back from gawking at your cuteness.

It’s only when seconds pass and you have yet to be kissed, that you naturally grow worried, assuming something was wrong and opening your eyes to find out what it was… upset when realizing it was intentional. And obviously, since this isn’t as funny to you as it is to him, you eventually become frustrated.

“Hey, don’t be angry!” Naoya laughs, following you across the state as you storm away, flustered and ashamed that he’d make fun of you with something like that! “Come on, Y/N, I was only playing!”

Naoya eventually (like always) catches up to you, pulling by the arm and encasing you in his embrace, a wide smirk on his lips as he finally attempts to kiss you properly; but you simply deny him by looking away, forcing him to kiss your cheeks instead, the top of your head, or just about anything else but your lips, much to his dismay.

“You’re not actually angry… are you?” Naoya murmurs, feeling that maybe he had miscalculated how annoying he’d been.

“…no.” But you eventually disclose otherwise, because as frustrating as he was, he was still the husband you loved very, very much, with all of his playful, teasing, and sometimes cruel actions. You truly wouldn’t want him any other way.

Truth to be told, your embarrassment came more from the fact that you managed to catch a nearby servant, just by the corner of your eye, laughing at the two, making you feel as if he’d caught the two in a highly inappropriate disposition.

And never one to willingly share your intimate moments with anyone else outside of Naoya, their reaction quickly filled you with shame, jolting you out of the scene.

But even then… Naoya’s careless demeanor, whether because he hadn’t noticed them, or perhaps didn’t bother to care, reminds you it wasn’t as serious as you were making it to be.

Besides, the two were married, surely, they got an idea of what transpired between the two behind closed doors.

Naoya was very… passionate about it, after all.

“I don’t like it when you do that.” You still admit, for it didn’t mean you strived to be deprived of his kisses.

“I was just joking, princess.” Naoya coos. “I’d rather die than not feel your lips anymore.”

You blush.

… yeah, he was very passionate when it came to it.

“Does that mean I can kiss you again, my love?”

“No. Not until you make it up to me.” You smirk, Naoya’s eyes glisten.

“Hmm, is that so? And what do you have in mind?”

A lot of things, in fact, amongst them a direct continuation of that kiss he cruelly isolated you from…

But only until you get away from the prying eye of the surrounding servants, already hearing them snicker about how funny you looked trying to reach for Naoya, all pouty because he wouldn’t kiss you, more so when comparing how small you looked next to him…

Once that’s set, then you can make Naoya work for it.

I'm short myself, 5' to be precise (154) so everyone is naturally taller than me lmao but damn.... tall men... my weakness.......................... and Naoya? oof.... dreamy 😏❤️

Anyways, thank you so much for sending in this ask!!! I'll do my best to get to the other adorable one you sent me 🥺❤️ I love them all so so much agjkhasjkgasjkga I'm so honored you like my work 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank you!!! keep them coming 🤭🤭

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

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[chdarling]

Hii i love love your works they are truly inspiring! I had a few questions if you don’t mind sharing a bit :)

The way your characters „speak“ and what words they use seems so real and i always wondered how you pinpoint their „personalities“? I love you characterization of Lily especially, she always came across like a real person.

Another question i had how you think of these plots and subplots. Do you have a strategy or any inspiration?

Hi! Thank you so much!

Hmmmm. This is always a hard question for me to answer because most of the time it’s just “idk my brain just did the thing and now I have this imaginary person talking at me” lol.

But there are definitely strategies and techniques I’ve employed over the years to figure out voice and (hopefully) get it right. A big one is to give your characters a defining linguistic trait or habit. For Sirius, it’s cursing. None of the other characters curse as much as Sirius, and on the whole I try to use it somewhat sparingly with other characters so it’s more impactful when they do. Remus curses near the full moon when he’s exhausted and annoyed. James curses in serious scenarios, when he’s upset or scared or whatever. But Sirius curses fluently, happily, and with gusto haha.

For James, he’s a bit more lighthearted/frivolous in his language choices. Lots of play on words and always ending things sort of trailing off with “and all that.”

Lily I genuinely don’t have a good answer, I’m sure I did character work on her at some point but these days she just exists in my head as a fully-formed person so I have no idea how to tease that apart 🙈

Ummmm I’m drawing a blank on the others but i know they have specific tells, I’m just sleepy. 😂

Plots and subplots are I think just the result of my brain constantly playing a game of “yes and” with itself. (By which I am referring to the improv technique and not the Ariana grande song lmao.) Pretty much the entire plot of TLE was born from me having a handful of completely unrelated scenes/headcanons that had lived in my head since my teen years, then putting those random scenes in a timeline and trying to make sense of how one could lead to the other etc. And just like…allowing myself to go a little crazy and be like “ok I want a scene where Lily dresses in a Muggle mini-dress in front of James, why would this happen” and then extrapolating from there. Ok so the scene in which she’s wearing a mini-dress needs to be at least somewhat scandalous to warrant the kind of attention I want it to get from James and others? Why is it scandalous? Maybe it’s scandalous because wizards are super conservative. Ok if wizards are super conservative what does that means in terms of how they view Muggles, specifically Muggle girls? It means they’re constantly slut-shaming them. If they’re constantly slut-shaming Muggle girls, how does that show up in Lily’s plot? She gets accused of being a boyfriend stealer. Etc etc etc. So much of the plot so far has been me working backwards from ideas that won’t happen for many thousands of words yet to come 😂😂😂

I guess my biggest tip is just to make time to be very bored and let your brain roam free. Walking is great for this 😂

#ch answers #tle2 #tle2 spoilers

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

"It's a good thing we brought towels" | modern!AU frustrated!levi at the beach

✧ notes ➼ 18+, smut, car sex, public sex, frustrated levi, sub to dom!levi, filth, everything i write is filthy

ooooooooook im writing this beach scene for my fic and now i cant stop thinking about dragging my tongue across levi's abs jkdjkjkf

minors dni btw lmao idk what u all expect from me at this point

like

imagine being at the beach, just hanging. you're in your two-piece bikini and you were actually able to drag levi with you for once. he usually hates the beach—there's no way he would get into that filthy ocean water and sand gets in between his toes. it just sounded miserable all around. but once he arrived and saw you in your bikini, he began having the thought that it just might be worth it

imagine you immediately feeling something within your core when you see levi take his shirt off, wearing only a pair of swimming shorts even though he had no intention to swim. it's not like you haven't seen each other both naked quite a handful of times, but there was just something about him that made it mesmerizing every time. it was the way his abs were perfectly molded into him, how the sun seemed to shine off his skin, his happy trail that led down below his shorts, his toned arms seeming to be all you can think about, and how good his fingers always feel inside you.

before long, he's dragging you to your car, after the both of you had been forced to spend the latter half of the morning simply watching each other without being able to relieve the rapidly building tension. you quickly crawl onto him, planting your lips onto his, his tongue immediately entering your mouth and wrestling yours for dominance. you felt his hands gripping at your hips and the more you began to grind on him, the more you began to feel his cock through his swimming trunks.

imagine being so frustrated that you push levi onto his back across the seat, slowly dragging your tongue across his abs, getting to taste and take in everything that you were only allowed to admire with your eyes. you felt him shuddering underneath you as you dragged your tongue up from his abs, across his pecks, and gently along his neck, nibbling on his ear.

"frustrated?" you'd whisper.

that's when something would snap within him. before you know it, he's flipped over so that you were now the one on your back as he pinned your wrists up against the car window. he'd look at you with his intense grey eyes, slowly taking in all of your features.

his hand would gently caress your cheek, down to your jaw, brushing gently over your neck, with him lingering a bit longer as his hand dragged over your breast, down your abdomen and towards your pussy. you felt yourself tense, getting increasingly excited and frustrated as his fingers came closer and closer to your heat.

you'd shiver as you felt levi push the fabric of your bikini off to the side to expose your pussy to him and he'd gently press his fingers against your already swollen clit, drawing gentle circles, a smug look entering his eyes once he saw the way you moved under him.

"who's the frustrated one now?" he mumbles.

as soon as levi noticed your eyes rolling to the back of your head and the way that your body was tensing, he removed his fingers, prompting a whine from you. however, your whine quickly turned into an embarrassingly loud moan as you felt him immediately enter you fully with his cock. after giving you a second to adjust, he'd start slowly moving his hips, sliding in and out of you, your slick coating his dick and he felt his own breath hitch as he felt your pussy suck him in, causing him to grip down on your wrists harder.

his thrusts go from slow and steady gradually to rough and sloppy as he saw how your body reacted every time his hips made contact with yours. he'd throw one leg of yours over his shoulder so he can get a better angle, with his own grunts becoming audible as he felt himself go deeper and deeper into you.

the two of you had started your makeout session with some social tact in that you didn't want to make it too obvious that you were relieving yourselves in the back of your SUV, but that was no longer the case, as your moans echoed throughout the car and his thrusts became rougher and rougher.

"l-look what you fucking do to me, _____," he'd mumble under his breath as his own composure quickly began to falter as he watched you fall apart under him.

his own thoughts became scrambled as levi began chasing his own high, a coat of sweat covering both your bodies, with the car windows beginning to fog up from the combined body heat of both your bodies. he slammed his hips against yours until he finally pulled out, spilling his cum all over your stomach.

his grip on your wrists would loosen as he used his hand to hold himself up from falling directly onto you.

after a few seconds of panting, he'd look into your eyes and gently press his lips against yours, tucking your loose strands of hair behind your ear.

"it's a good thing we brought towels."

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[sungbeam]

HEY DUCKIE <3

this is my request for your open request event

a svt au/fic (w wonwoo if you can but I don't mind who it is tbh) where fem!oc is another members older sister and (im going to say wonwoo but I really don't mind who it is haha) wonwoo has the BIGGEST FATTEST JUICIEST crush on her and oc is the biggest flirt ever so wonwoos convinced she likes (any other member im just giving an example again) sungcheol, oc is also completely unaware of said crush and oc is just like really cool (idk why but I just imagine her being one of those people everyone wants to be friends w) so everyday wonwoo just falls for her more, until he asks her out on a drunk date and the other members end up tagging along (its up to you if you want it to be a happy or a sad ending)

I just made this up on the spot 😭

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵

jeon wonwoo x fem!reader

1.8k words, wonu is whipped asf, hard pining, fluff, cursing, vernon makes an accidental double entendre lmao, scene by scene!, wonu thinks u like hoshi, drinking/drunk wonu doesn't make sense, kind of abrupt ending ? cries, not proofread ofc

a/n: tysm for sending in a request hua <3 i wasn't able to fit in the actual date im sorry :') but i might write a sequel where we can go into more detail abt the sebongs following the date 👀✨ anyways i hope u enjoy!! (also literally can't believe u came up w all of that on the spot i mean hOw TT)

"I think you just need to tell her, hyung," Boo Seungkwan shouted to Jeon Wonwoo from over the sound of the loud bass blasting throughout Seungcheol's apartment. As per usual, the gang had all conspired to barge in on Seungcheol's place and throw a mini party for themselves. They called it a "stress reliever"; Seungcheol preferred "stress multiplier". 

Wonwoo's eyes flitted across the living room to where you were stationed at Cheol's foosball table by the window. You were partnered with Hoshi, and played against Seokmin and Mingyu. The two of you—you and Hoshi—had been jostling each other around with playful punches to each other's arms, hands covering each other's to play their handles, and so on. It was a splendid affair of flirting, and it made Wonwoo gulp his cup of beer down hard. 

Seungkwan went on. "I mean, noona's just flirty like that to everyone, y'know? Everyone except for me—"

"And me," Wonwoo muttered under his breath. 

Seungkwan pretended he didn't hear it. "—so you never know! You just… air it out. What harm could it do?"

What harm? Wonwoo loved Seungkwan (to a private extent; he wasn't about to tell the kid outright or he would never live it down), but even he had to admit that there was bound to be some kind of harm in confessing his massive crush on you. It was strange at first, the way his heart always made a little skip when he saw you, or the way his breath hitched whenever he heard you say his name. And when you made conversation with him? He wondered how on earth he could even choke out the word "hi" back. 

A presence appeared on the other side of Wonwoo, settling onto the leather couch with a bottle of soju in hand. "Yah, what bullshit are you trying to tell him this time, Seungkwannie-ah?" Jihoon sighed, then pursed his lips against the bottle and took a drink. 

Seungkwan gaped. "Bullshit? Hyung! I'm literally Yn's brother; I know best!"

Wonwoo tilted his head in begrudging agreement. Seungkwan definitely had a point there. 

He glanced your way again, in time to watch Hoshi pick you up and spin you around after the two of you managed to win the match against Seokmin and Mingyu. 

Wonwoo's heart sank, but he was glad you won—even if your smile was so pretty and happy it made his chest ache; even if Hoshi got to smell that nice perfume you wore all the time; and even if your eyes found his in the midst of the chaos—

Record scratch. Oh fuck. 

Wonwoo wondered if he looked as calm outwardly as he wasn't inwardly. Dear god, you just waved at him. 

He couldn't help but smile back at you, in that soft, fond sort of way he had unique to him. Maybe he couldn't scramble the words together to tell you his true feelings, but maybe the universe would send you a message in that private way of his. 

Wonwoo definitely wished the universe would just speed up in its "working its magic". It was taking an awfully long time to give him a sign, but it was terribly good at continuing to make him fall faster and harder. Falling for you was falling into a bottomless pit, but it was freeing and frightening at the same time. 

He didn't often believe in fate, but desperate people found faith. Not that he was desperate or anything. No, definitely not. 

"Wonwoo!"

Well, there went his heart. 

A small smile found its was to his lips as he turned to greet you. You and Seungkwan had just arrived at the restaurant, and you happened to greet him first. Coincidence? Probably. At least, that was what Wonwoo thought. 

"Hey, Yn-ah," he said lowly, softly. 

Your smile softened at its corners and in the crinkle of your eyes. You stopped behind his chair with one hand propped on the back. Oh good god he could smell your perfume— "Good to see you! I feel like it's been ages since I last got to talk to you. Still running that book club?"

His eyebrows shot up like the speed of his heartbeat. "You remembered?"

"Of course, I did! You can ask Kwannie; it's all I talk about."

Seungkwan made a face, his nose wrinkling. "Yeah, it is," he confirmed. "If she didn't have to work, she'd be there, hyung. I'll tell you that." He sank into the seat next to Vernon and Chan, the two of whom were hogging the paper checklist for All You Can Eat sushi. 

Wonwoo couldn't believe his ears. He'd known you loved to read, but he didn't realize you actually cared about his book club. When he looked at you, he could've sworn there was a smattering of pink on your cheekbones. 

Cute. 

He tugged out the empty chair next to him. "Here, please, you should sit—"

"YN-IEEEE!" Hoshi screeched from the other end of the table like a hyena. He waved his arms around wildly. "I saved you a seat!" He smacked his hand down against the empty seat beside him, beckoning you over. 

You chuckled to yourself. "Ah, sorry Woo. Gotta go cater to our tiger cub. But we'll have to catch up on book talk soon, yeah?"

"Of course," he promised with a small nod of his head. 

You bit your lip through your smile, your hand grazing his shoulder, and then you were gone. Wonwoo kind of wished you'd sat down next to him instead. 

Wonwoo was drinking again. Why? Well, the reason he would say was because Seungcheol was paying. The actual reason was because you showed up to Joshua's promotion celebration in a killer little black dress. No, it was not killer, but rather murderous. As in, he was murdering his throat as he threw back shot after shot, trying to erase the delusional little fantasies popping up in his head. 

"I think you need to chill," Vernon said with a hand over Wonwoo's to stop him from reaching for his fifth shot of the night. Vernon's eyebrows creased in concern. "Like, respectfully. But drinking isn't gonna erase that dress—I mean, you probably wanna erase the—"

"Jesus, Vernon," Wonwoo swore. Now he'd done it. Delusional just got ramped up a level. What was it? Was he a simp now? 

Wonwoo dragged a hand down his face. It wasn't like he wasn't dressed nicely either. He thought he looked pretty damn good when he'd walked out in the slightly unbuttoned black button down and suit jacket, tailored suit pants, the works. He'd even tried his hand at the slightest bit of black eyeliner, and at this point, it was just gonna end up smudged. "I'm not trying to forget," he enunciated the latter word very carefully against Vernon's megawatt smile, "I'm just trying to… distract myself."

"It's just a little sad, bro. You and Yn used to be really close before…"

"She and Hoshi got close," Wonwoo finished half-heartedly. That called for another shot. 

"No, I mean, before you realized your undying love for her and decided to be melodramatic about it." At Wonwoo's scowl, Vernon's hands shot up in the air in surrender. "Respectfully."

Both of the men's eyes wandered over to where you and Hoshi were currently taking pictures together to the side. It was like a miniature James Bond-esque photoshoot, and even Joshua had ditched his celebrators to join you. He had practically stolen you from Hoshi, the latter of which pouted while he watched Seokmin take yours and Joshua's pictures. 

Wonwoo grabbed another shot glass from the bar counter behind him, and just as he did so, Vernon joined him. 

"We might as well finally test who's got the higher tolerance," Vernon said with a shrug. 

Wonwoo laughed and clinked his glass against Vernon's. "Cheers, my friend."

And in the end, Vernon had ended up being the one passed out on Joshua's shoulder in the back of an Uber. The night had dulled as the friends all slowly became either too tired or too drunk to continue partying. With Joshua and Vernon gone, Seungcheol began plucking off the rest to make sure everyone had a ride home. 

However, Wonwoo remained slumped at the bar, his chin propped on his arms as they laid on the bar counter. He drew aimless hearts on the surface of the polished wood, mind somewhere in the realm of rose-tinted sunsets. The alcohol was definitely hitting him now, and even if he didn't become ape-shit crazy when drunk, he did become a little more… lovey-dovey. 

He felt a hand clasp him on the shoulder. "Your lucky night, Woo," Junhui said to him with a slyness in his voice. "Yn-ie wants to make sure you're okay."

Wonwoo hardly registered Jun's words or his departure, but he did realize that you were sliding onto the barstool next to him and calling the bartender for a glass of water. The water glass was pushed toward him, and you nudged his arm. 

"Sit up, Wonwoo. Come on, let's drink some water for me, hm?"

Wonwoo did not move; except, his eyes slowly adjusted to fix upon you. There was this sort of… flushed glow about you that made you look like an angel in this hazy daze of his. "Mm-mm," he hummed with a miniscule shake of his head. 

Your face contorted into an adorable confused expression that made him smile. "Everyone's leaving, Woo. We gotta sober you up."

"Are you sober?" He murmured. His words were slurred slightly, but he spoke so low anyway that one couldn't tell. 

You chuckled, shaking your head slightly. "Not really. But I'm a lot more sober than you are. I saw you drinking earlier, mister," you teased, wagging your finger at him. 

He giggled—yes, giggled. 

"Were you drinking so much for a reason?" You asked offhandedly as you nudged him to drink the water again. 

This time, Wonwoo slowly sat up and took the water cup. "Mhm," he said into the cup as he took a little sip. "You."

You blinked. "Me?"

"Mhm." Wonwoo drained the water cup and set it on the table. "If I drink more water, will you take me out?"

"Take—" you stammered, eyes wide, "—take you out? You want me to like… take you home? Take you outside? Take—"

Wonwoo shook his head. "Mm-mm," he slurred again. He propped the side of his head against his fist this time, viewing you from a slightly different angle that made your cheeks look rosy and your expression bashful. Or was that reality? "Take me out on a date. You owe me for drinking water like you wanted me to."

Okay, so maybe he was really drunk. He was gonna slap himself in the morning for this.

You laughed, but it wasn't the kind of laughter where you thought he was being hilariously ridiculous. Rather, you found him so endearingly adorable with his shameless words and goofy grin. You kind of wished he smiled like that all the time—without restraint. 

But you were nodding, and Wonwoo was grinning from ear to ear like he'd won a million dollars. 

"Okay," you said, your lips curling upward as you stood up and offered a hand to him, "I'll take you out, Wonwoo."

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[shotmrmiller]

MILLER MILLER MILLER

I KNOW YOUR VERY BUSY BUT MY STARVED SELF NEEDS THIS OML

https://youtu.be/ZY1f7E_2iFA?feature=shared

THIS SONG RIGHT HERE GIVES ME THE ABSOLUTE CHILLS YOU HAVE NO IDEA HHHH

My heart fills with a sort if nostalgia, and my stomach fills with butterflies. It's very exhilarating! I can't help but imagine a sort of small drabble of like.. Simon realizing he's in love with you. Nah cuz I ain't no writer but uhmmmm I'm finna Write something and it's gonna be crusty but tbh idrc

Lmao this is turning out to be long even tho I'm writing it on a whim and pulling everything outta my ass-

You and Simon had a sort of tension ever since he got injured on duty about a year or so back.

Since you were the only Medic in the medbay at the time, you were the one to care for Ghosts wounds. Even though he was very cautious on the job, he managed to get himself a gunshot wound to the abdomen. He had lost quite a lot of blood, causing him to be in-and-out of consciousness.

As you swiftly work to get him a blood transfusion, you slip off his mask and pat the side of his face to try and wake him up. He groans with blurry vision and pain.

You attempt to keep him awake with questions, or making him talk.

"Sir, I need your name"

He coughs up a bit of blood, causing you to wince since it splattered a bit on your cheek.

"Ghost.."

"Alright Ghost, I need you to stay awake for me, yeah?"

"I can try, but no promises" he says with a cheeky grin, which quickly dissipates into a painful expression as you work.

"Alright big guy, I need you to turn on your side so I can see if there's an exit to the bullet"

You start pushing him to his side to assist him, and cut his shirt to find no exit of the bullet.

"Alright it's still in there, so I'm gonna need to dig a bit. I'm gonna give you something for pain" you say as you pull out a srynge of fluid, sticking him with it before he can react.

You get the necessary tools ready, and start digging carefully for the bullet. After pulling out a small silver clump of metal, you start sewing him up.

"Here's a souvenir for you"

You hand him the bullet. He chuckles a bit, but not too much.

(That's literally all I can think of as a backstory lmao ik it's lame hh)

Ever since that late night shift at the medbay, you and "Ghost", later on changed to "Simon", had become close. So close in fact, that it got to the point that even if he had a small cut or a very minor scrape, he would make a B-line to your section of the building.

You would always tease him for such things, giving him a sticker of his choice after every visit (And yes, you carry stickers around for him).

For some reason today, you hadn't seen him at all which was out of the ordinary. You found yourself waiting for him throughout the day, but he never showed up.

You mope away to your designated barracks, face saddened. After JUST getting comfortable in your bed, you hear a knock at your door.

You sigh, getting up frustrated to see who the hell it is. You swing the door open in grogginess to be met with Simon standing there with a sort of look on his face, and not a good one.

Lmao cliffhanger because it's 5am and the idea I had in my head was literally just an emotional Kissing scene in the rain when Simon has to go on a mission that he might not come back from, and you both realize you love eachother idk. (That's why I originally came here with the song lmao but I got distracted hhh sorry for wasting your time 😭) btw this was my first time attempting to write something so sorry that it's musty.

-♦️

kissing in the rain!

who cares about backstory! who cares if it's a repetitive trope! if that's what you're wanting your story to be then write it.

honored to be the recipient of your first ever little snippet.

let me give you a hug and i'm saving the song in my playlist.

[reveseke]

Thought about a what if reader was insomniac and was found sleeping with Jack by Jessica?

PT. Thought about a what if reader was insomniac and was found sleeping with Jack by Jessica? PT end

Trope ... Mainly fluff

Feature ... Aaron Hotch Hotchner | Derek Morgan | Jessica (Hotch's SIL) | Jack Hotchner | Masc! Reader (he him)

CW ... Talks of insomnia | a fear of death/ not waking up anymore mentioned | also me swearing lol

Disc ... I'm not suffering from insomnia myself, i hope i didn't get something so fucking wrong lol. I know something off of insomnia, some little research I've done in past that stuck with me and I'm using some of my own sleeping problem experience on this but that's minor.

Edit ... I'm not actually sure her name was Veronica? For some reason I have a small itch it was lmao. Ok new edit, it was Jessica not Veronica and I'm editing it out lol

DNI - Fudanashis/fujodashis, women & fem-aligned, profic/proship, anti - LGBTQ+ folk & exclusionists, anti-antis, Necro- Zoo- Pedophiles + (NO)Maps(and other terms), basic DNI criteria, kink/nude/nsfw/sh/vent/pro-ana/ed/18+ blogs

So i got a thought of insomniac Reader who may as well stay awake for who knows how long being somewhat terrified of sleeping.

He may be plagued by nightmares of some kind, having a fear of not simply waking up anymore or possibly just too many thought that run rampant and he can't keep them still enough.

Just lying in bed with both the men as they either sleep or one or both are still awake and try to help him. But they have a little time window sometimes which means Reader may be alone most of the time and left with his own thought more than they'd like to let him.

Thinking how he'll greet them when they wake up to a case and come back just working as normally as he can manage both of them seeing how the lack of sleep is dripping off if the man.

I think both of them be dragging the poor man to bed one at a time if he starts wandering bc he's restless as fuck.

The one time they actually hear about him sleeping when on a case is when Jessica, Hotch's Sister-in-law (is it ex?-sister-in-law bc Hayley's dead? Idk may be), comes to pick up Jack.

The silence in the house was uncanny, it felt displaced as Jack wandered around the house he called home. It was usual for him to see one of his dad's wondering around mumbling to himself about something he never could catch as Aaron and Derek had left for another case.

The boy knew it wasn't exactly normal for him to be in a house of silence. Wandering to the master bedroom door, he slowly and lightly opened the door with a creek.

It didn't do anything to alert the man inside as all the boy heard were soft snores. Otherwise the room was completely silent, sun pouring in and dappling spots on the bed and the covers where he could see a imprint of a person splayed on the bed, spotting strands of (h/c) hair on the head that was slightly tucked under the covers.

The morning was silent as Jessica opened the door, looking around lightly and calling out to Jack and Reader. Nothing came of it as no answer was heard, wandering inside the house for a little bit she found the master bedroom's door ajar.

The view of seeing her nephew hugging a body of one of the lovers of Aaron was adorable, just laying besides him and making a shushing motion towards her as she called out Jack's name. The boy understood that R had difficulties sleeping and he didn't want him to wake up yet, it was unknown go R if that was the reason Jack staid with him or not. Just guarding, bc he had heard Jessica tell about a fly that the boy was trying to slap out of the air when it came too close at least once.

Except that yet turned into sleeping three days with R regretting everything. At least he could have been blessed with some pictures of the scene or a possible stuffed animal or two besides him bc Jack didn't want him to be alone when he woke up.

I really think the boys all of them would do something small for R to try to help him. Doing subtly things that would not irritate him if he was known to be really easy to be irritated when lacking a lot of sleep.

Jack would absolutely share his studies with him, saying they'd scare off the nightmares or thoughts if R had ever answered a question from the boy on why he was up. Not that R would take them, he'd give them back at the end of the day saying it's important that they're protecting Jack instead of him and stressing about it to the boy. But he does not hear it.

I think R would be doing things out of boredom at night when he's restless and doesn't feel comfortable cuddling with Aaron and Derek for the moment. Were it baking, maybe crocheting, crafting or doing something else if R is handy enough and there's something to fix he could do it, he would do it to pass time.

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[chrollos-crown]

Disclaimer: idk a fuckin thing about wrestling but i tried my absolute best bro i swear LMAO so if you're a wrestler and this made you cringe i sincerely apologize. A lot of this info was scrounged off of Google so blame them instead of me hahaa

Warnings: sfw, lil suggestive but nothin crazy or explicit. wrestling?? that includes like headlocks, pressure points, etc. Other than that 2nd hand embarrassment for the reader LMAO, lots of cussing cause i have a potty mouth.

Ghost x gn!reader

"OW!! fucking hell, can you chill the fuck out ghost?!?" you growled as simon holds you firmly in a cradle pin. Your left leg is wrapped in between the crook of his right elbow which locks both your leg and your head into a single loop. You groan, feeling a painful stretch in your leg as it's pushed further towards your head than you ever thought humanly possible. "You know what to do. If you want me to let go, you gotta tap out Bambi" ghost hums, seemingly entertained by this whole débâcle. Although the two of you have been wrestling for about half an hour now he seems no where near as exhausted as you are, mask and all.

You take a deep breath in, eyebrow twitching at the use of the nickname that Soap gave you a few months ago upon joining 141. Training with the boys was no joke, a process that always left your muscles sore and aching as soon as training began. Upon wrestling with Soap one day, he'd noticed how your body lightly shook from the exhaustion that came with trying to put up a winning fight against any of members of the task force. He'd laughed it off, trying not to embarrass you too deeply, but not before comparing you to a scene in the movie Bambi. The baby deer gets a feel for his legs for the very first time, but not without a healthy amount of wobbling, his legs ultimately giving out just like you during your first training session with 141. Since then, the name Bambi had stuck.

"Oh fuck you, I'd rather pass out than tap out," you say wriggling around with little to no avail. You take a moment to steady your breathing as much as possible, giving yourself a second to think. 'Ugh, i need some kind of master plan or i'll be laying here wrapped up like a fuckin pretzel for the rest of forever.' Your mind flickers back to past training sessions, this isn't the first time you've been in a cradle lock and it probably won't be the last. Your remember what Price had told you last the time you and ghost were in this position 'Keep your head up, arch your back, and straighten your legs, Bambi. A straightened, stiff body is more difficult to cradle'

Ghost is a boulder of a man, if it comes down to power you'll never win, so wit it is. Step 1: straighten out. You lock your ankles and use both legs to straighten out as much as you physically can, partially decreasing the intensity of ghost's hold. Perfect. Captain Price's voice echos through your head once more 'A cradle is a restraint that requires the person applying it to tie up both of their hands and arms in order to hold the opponent. The person being held usually has both hands and arms free, use this advantage to attack their pressure points and cause the person to release.' Step 2: Pressure point attack and RUN! Being in a cradle isn't an ideal position for pressure points, many of them being covered by how close your bodies were to one another and ghost's stupid fucking mask. And that's when a light bulb goes off in your head THE MASK!! Although ghosts masks covers a good chunk of his face, the pressure point directly underneath his ear on the side of his jaw was prime pickings. And before you even realize what your body is doing you JAM your pointer and middle fingers into the sensitive area causing the surprised man to loosen his grip enough for your momentary escape.

You place your outside hand against ghost's elbow, and quickly crunch your abs as you duck your head out of his grip, pushing his right arm off of the back of your head. As soon as you're out of his grip you make a run for it, trying to get as far away from ghost as physically possible while still staying within the perimeter of the wrestling mat. You crawl, stumbling as you try to pull yourself up and off of the floor in hopes of even-ing the playing field. Maybe you'd have a better chance of taking him down if you were standing and ghost was still on the ground yeah right, as if. But before you're able to make it on to your feet, you feel a large hand grab your ankle & yanking you back down to the ground. A loud yelp escapes your lips and you're ripped backwards, body once again coming into contact with ghost's.

"NOOOOOO!!!" you dramatically yell out, as if your desperate act would cause simon to take it any easier on you. Within a split second his body is on yours once again, but this time he's sitting on your back causing your stomach to be crushed against the mat from his added weight. The man makes a move to grab your arms, securing them both in his cold, large hands as he pulls them backwards towards his sides. You groan, feeling your arms uncomfortably stretch as your shoulders come up off of the ground. Ghost's body weight shifts slightly, his weight moving into the divot in your lower back. Soon after, a loud CRACK echos throughout the base. You'd been going to the medic for the past few weeks due to lower back issues, probably stemming from all the heavy gear you wear during missions. They suggested going to a chiropractor, but you simply haven't had the time to in between trainings, weapon head counts, more training, etc. The crack shot a wave of relief down the length of your back, the accumulated pressure finally subsiding.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off of your vertebrae and before you could think twice about it you let out one of the loudest, most guttural moans that have ever escaped your lungs. "Hhhuuunnggg, fuuuuuuuckkk~" You let out a big sigh of relief before instantly freezing, realization smacking you in the face as you feel ghost's body tense up against yours. Oop— 'Omg no way i just moaned like that in front of him, oh im sick to my fuckin stomach..' like absolutely mortified pA few awkward moments pass before you bust out laughing trying to shake the tension in the room "Oh my god! Holy shit, I feel like I've been rebirthed. Fuckin hell that felt goood" ....Silence.... You feel Ghost's body relax, a set of low vibrations pulsing through your body as the man releases a low chuckle before getting off of you. "The hell is wrong with you Bambi, you should really get your back checked out. That shit's not normal" You hum, relieved that Simon is finally off of you and giving you a chance to breath even if it's comes at the cost of your ego. You roll over onto your back before propping yourself up on your elbows to look at the man. The tension in the room subsides, broken up by the sheer laugh-ability of the situation. You huff, a slight tint of red covering your cheeks as you try to suppress your grin "Shit, I would've never considered going to the fuckin chiro if i knew you could break my back so hard you would fix it! As long as you come by my room and crack my back once a day i'm sure i'll be fine. That shit felt good"

Ghost shakes his head in disbelief, eyes slightly crinkled at the sides, giving you the impression that he just might be sporting a slight smile under his mask. "That's enough for today Bambi, I gotta wash my ears out. Don't think I've ever heard a noise that filthy from something as simple as a back crack." You groan, flopping back down onto the mat before covering your face with both hands, peeking through your fingers to watch ghost leave. 'Fuck, he's never gonna let me live that down'

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[xdaddysprincessxx]

Congratulations on 800, prinny! I've loved getting to know you and seeing you become a writer. I also love your makeup skills, and it's so fun that we share a love of horror. .b. which brings me to my random question.

What horror movie moment is super hot for you?

Has there ever been a scene where you were like oh shit idk if that's supposed to be hot but I'm here for it?

sorry if I'm off topic

TOXIC!!! Thank you so so much bby!! I really love this question! And you, I love you! Also so on topic! I could talk horror for hours!!

Okay there are a lot of moments lmao but also not necessarily moments but just the characters themselves and seeing them on the screen and next thing you know my pussy has a heart beat Lmfaoo details under the cut

- Pyramid head from Silent Hill. Honestly just seeing him I was like 😳. I want him to throw me over his shoulder and just manhandle me and do ungodly things.

- Texas Chainsaw (2003 specifically) I was like in 3rd or 4th grade when I watched this 😅 probably shouldn’t have been, whatever. But damn does he do it for me. I really like em large and in charge 😋

-Predator. Yes Predator. Love all of the movies but Predator 4 (with Boyd Holbrook 😉) I fucking loved when they all thought he was this big creature and then the bigger one came out and the smaller one was fighting him and yea it got me going.

-House of Wax. Bo Sinclair. Enough said. I vividly remember he poured wax over the girls mouth and then kissed her 🥵 (my brain is making me second guess myself but I still see this scene in my head lol)

-okay this one is probably odd lol so Tim curry’s It terrifies me. I do not fuck with his IT. But Bill Skarsgards IT I wanna fuck. Bad. I am into that clown. I loved the scene where Beverly saw the flashback of him and it was his human face (I believe it was when she was at the old lady’s house) fucking loved it.

- My bloody Valentine (2009) good god I’d go into those mines for Tom (Jensen ackles) and the scene where he’s chasing them in the store and they try to hide in the back office whew.

- The Boy. When I first saw this I did not see the plot twist coming and great googly moogly I want to tear Brahms ass up. I want to dom tf out of him. He’s so subby and such a sweet creepy little stalker.

There’s def more but I’m blanking for whatever reason lmao I’m also realizing I watched a lot of these horror movies at a very young age 😅

#Prinnys 800 celebration 🎉 #asks <3 #horror #horror movies #let’s talk horror! #I <3 slashers

[agaypanic]

Stanley barber x reader where he’s very handsy and just can’t be away from reader for more then 5 minutes. doesn’t have to be smut maybe just a heated make out session or smth idk (sorry if this is to vague)

Handsy (Stanley Barber X Reader)

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Summary: Stanley Barber just can’t get enough of his girlfriend.

A/N: this is pretty short and honestly not that good bc idk how to write steamy scenes lmao

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It wasn’t unusual to find Stanley’s hands on you in some way. Even before you two started dating, you’d hold hands and be cuddly all the time. But now, there would also be kisses wherever he could reach, and an ass or boob grab every now and then. Of course, a lot of that would be saved for in private.

Sometimes, Stanley couldn’t help himself around you. It would get to the point where you were very thankful his dad was rarely home, and your parents didn’t seem to care about your whereabouts.

“Oh, Stanley.” You moaned as he sucked on your neck from his place beneath you. You don’t really know how you ended up like this. One minute you were writing an essay while your boyfriend danced around his room to his Bloodwitch record; the next, you were straddling him on his couch while he seemed to try to suck the life out of you. He groaned as you yanked him away from your neck by his curls and put your mouth on his.

“Baby, please.” He pleaded against your lips. He didn’t really know what he was asking for; he just knew he wanted more. He wanted whatever you were willing to give him.

“My paper’s due tomorrow.” You murmured. “I’ve barely even started it.” Yet you were doing nothing to stop this.

“Just five minutes, Baby, that’s all I need.” You smiled, pulling away despite his protests.

“You’re such a horndog.” With all your willpower, you slipped off his lap and ignored his pouting to go back to your paper.

“And you’re mean,” Stanley whined, moving your laptop to lay himself across your lap. Shaking your head, you rested the computer on his upper back, ignoring his hand that started rubbing your knee.

“Yes, I’m so evil, Stanny.” You laughed when he agreed and went back to writing. He was silent for a while, the only noise in the room being typing and Bloodwitch. When the record had finished, you let him get up to change it. He came back to stand before you, some obscure artist you didn’t recognize playing behind him.

“Y/n?” He sounded like a shy child, a stark contrast to how he sounded ten minutes ago.

“Yes, Stanley?” You asked, giving him a quick glance before looking back down at your computer.

“Can I…” He sighed, annoyed that you weren’t paying him any attention. “Can I just lay on your boobs?” That caught your attention.

“Huh?”

“No funny business, I promise. Please, Y/n.” You sighed. The look he gave you was so endearing you wouldn’t have guessed that he was asking to use your boobs as a pillow. You got up, moved to Stanley’s bed, set your computer to the side, and waited for him. He eagerly followed you, climbing on top of your body. You didn’t expect him to put his head under your shirt to rest his head on you, but you weren’t opposed to it.

You set the computer back on your boyfriend and resumed your promise. Every now and then, you take a pause to stroke your fingers along Stanley’s spine.

“Watcha doin’?” You asked as you started planning out your conclusion. You felt kisses against your chest, and it seemed like Stanley was losing his resolve to keep his promise of no funny business.

“Nothing.” He muttered before giving you a few more kisses. “Just focus on your paper.” You nodded, ready to do just that, when one of the hands that was wrapped around your torso slid down to your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze. You sighed, trying to ignore it. But the more you resisted him, the more intoxicating Stanley became.

You closed your laptop and put it on the floor beside the bed. Lifting your shirt enough to pull Stanley off of your chest, you flipped the two of you over so he was on his back. You pulled your shirt off and grabbed his face, bringing his lips to yours.

“Five minutes.”

#stanley barber #stanley barber x reader #ianowt #i am not okay with this #agaypanic

[ckret2]

Hi, hope ur having a great day/night! I don’t know if you’re still interested in hazbin at all, but I used to love reading your head cannons and fics about the show!!

An official trailer just came out and it starts with Alastor using a tv to broadcast an ad for the hotel and idk? That just struck me as kind of off. I was wondering what you might think about that because of the one post you have where you talked about Alastor not hating television altogether, just the modern kind and not the picture show kind?

That was my knee jerk reaction, but honestly, not enough context to know yet whether it's "off" for him to broadcast on TV.

For all we know, maybe 85% of the first episode is Charlie trying to wheedle and beg everyone to please please please please help her make a commercial and she had to bribe Alastor with something ludicrous to get him to do the voiceover.

Or maybe he spends the entire episode going "lmao I'm not going to get involved, TV is stupid, TV is the worst, I hate TV" and then toward the end he went "oh my god all you people are so incompetent it's painful to watch, I have to swallow my pride and help because I can't take this anymore."

Or, heck, maybe he was enthusiastic from the start but specifically from a stance of "modern TV is stupid, I'm gonna make a quality commercial to show 'em all how it's done."

Or—maybe in between the pilot and the show, they tweaked Alastor's characterization a bit, and now this new version of the character likes TV just fine, it's only Vox he hates. It would be different from pilot Alastor, but not "off" if they just simply decided that this is his new characterization from now on. They're not beholden to stick rigidly to that happened in the pilot.

I'm not gonna pass judgment on characterization from a couple of minutes of out-of-context scenes.

#hazbin hotel #anonymous #ask

[twicecorner]

Smoked Out

A/N: Smoking warning. AU-ish, this is all made up, I don’t encourage smoking nor do I think Jihyo would really act like this, but I saw a scene in a show and a little quickie idea popped up. I know this isn’t the TA series that a lot of you had hoped for, but the writing fuel came out and this is the small product. It’s different from my other works, not really smut, but maybe it could be, who knows.

2624 words; idek what genre to call this one lol angst? but not really? idk LMAO anyways enjoy🫣

Being a foreign worker in another country is never easy, but luckily you got to work with an amazing team at a nice company. You’ve been working at JYP with the world-renowned K-pop girl group Twice for about a year now. It’s only normal that you’ve found your place on their team and have finally started to be more involved with them in and out of the workplace setting. 

One warm night the team, along with some of the girls, head out for some food and drinks after a long day's schedule. You’re surprised that they decided to go out tonight considering how long of a week it’s been and even more so surprised that even some members wanted to join in A nice Friday night of barbecue, soju, and beer, and the crew has become a loud bantering table at the small restaurant in the middle of Seoul. You’re laughing and making jokes with some of your co-workers and suddenly your phone rings. 

“Hold on guys,” you take another shot of soju, “I’ll be back in a sec, I have to take this.” You stand up from your seat and head outside as the laughter slowly muffles when you close the door and head to the small alleyway next to the restaurant in the still Seoul summer air. 

“Hello?” you question.

“What are you doing? Have you been drinking?”  The other person responds quickly.

“Yes… it’s a Friday night and we’ve had a long week.” You meekly reply.

“What the fuck. Who’s we?? I thought you stopped drinking.” 

“We as in my co-workers and I and quite frankly I don’t weally know why you’re bombarding me with questions right now… isn’t it like morning there?” Your words slightly slurring.

The person on the end of the line is the crazy ex that for some reason loves to keep tabs on you after your “messy” break up somewhere during your first month in Seoul. The initial phone call was made by you because you couldn’t handle the long-distance and that work was far too crazy to keep the relationship the way you wanted to, that breaking it off might be the best decision for both parties. Unfortunately, she didn’t pick up so you decided to leave a voicemail. A few days go by and you hear nothing from her. Your best friend from home calls you and tells you she’s been cheating on you ever since you left. 2 years of a relationship that you thought would be the last, down the drain. Your friends had always told you they’d seen red flags from her since you started dating, but ignorantly and “in love” you brushed them off. Now, you’re seeing the signs just a bit too late and clearly suffering the consequences. You took her silence as a sign of guilt or shame and decided to leave it at that. One phone call she made to you about 3 months after that incident is when she tried to explain herself, but you were having none of it, after hours of yelling and arguing and crying, you broke it off for good.

“You know how you get when you drink. This is why we shouldn’t have broken up. Why are you always out and ‘working’ don’t they give you time off? Do you even know what I’ve been going through?” She sounds like she’s about to keep yammering so you cut her off.

“We haven’t spoken in like months and you’re calling me now to complain? To yell at me? And for what?” It’s reached the point that this phone call has somehow managed to snap you out of your fun drunken daze and into a fed-up, upset mood.

“And what gives you the right to talk to me like that? For your information, I was calling to check up on you.”

“Oh really? And by doing what? Interrogating me on my life choices? I’m doing just fine here and I hope you’re doing well with that fucker from your office. You know I only picked up your call because some small fucking part of me still kind of cares about you and I thought maybe something had happened. But I guess not, so if there’s really nothing left to say, goodnight or good morning or whatever. Goodbye.” Click. 

Fuck.. really out of all times she could have called. Bitch 

You angrily shove your phone back into your pocket and pull out a pack of cigarettes. You told yourself you’d stop smoking when you left home, but sometimes the stress of the job was too much, and of course whenever you drank you’d have a smoke or two. Right now checked off both of those boxes. Fumbling with the pack and the lighter you manage to light one up. 

Fuck god, I really can’t believe her you mutter to yourself as you slowly exhale your first puff of smoke. 

“You know smoking is bad for you.” You hear a voice from behind you and it makes you jump a little. 

“Oh shit-” you turn around and it's none other than Park Jihyo. And out of all people who could catch you now. “Oh Jihyo… Hi. Uh, I know, it’s just… I usually… you know.. Ah when I drink or I’m super stressed” You nervously hold the cigarette between your index and middle finger close to your leg, failing miserably at an attempt to hide what she already saw. 

“Ah right, that’s what most people say hm?” She raises an eyebrow at you.

You let out a nervous laugh and shyly nod.

“So who was that? On the phone?” 

“Oh did you hear? Sorry, was I too loud?”

“No, no I came out to get some air, it was getting hot inside” She replies.

“Ah, I see.” Your eyes look down at the floor almost like a kid that’s about to get scolded.

“You sounded upset. Are you okay?” She tries to meet your eyesight and you instinctively meet hers.

“Yeah…. Actually, no not really it was my crazy ex” You explain a short version of your breakup and the phone call to her. “Sorry, that was too much information, but I feel like I just had to get it off my chest.” After a breath you give in and take another hit from the cigarette, turning to face away from Jihyo.

“Oh wow. Okay yeah, that does sound stressful. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Another exhale of smoke. “Thanks. Um, I think I’ll finish this one and head back in, you should go back, and like you said, this isn’t good for you…” You’re a little ashamed, but truly this is not how you’d hope this night would go. 

“You know, I’ve always wanted to try smoking.” 

Her comment shocks you. “Really? But you’re a signer, and an idol no-less, this is like one of the top 3 things you never ever do.” 

“My older cousins used to do it and I always thought it was kind of cool. They’d inhale it like you do.”

As she says that you coincidentally take another hit. Sucking it into your mouth, puffing your cheeks out once, and parting your lips slightly, re-inhaling the smoke through your nose. The French inhale technique. Before letting the smoke exhale back through your mouth and nostrils. 

“Oh this… it’s a bad habit that I really intended on quitting when I came here and I was doing really well for a while before things got a little crazy and let my worst get the best of me.” Again you feel embarrassed. By now, the cigarette is about halfway finished. 

“Can I try?” She asks.

“What? No! I can’t let you. Remember the whole signer, idol, kpop star thing.” 

“Please just once” She looks at you with puppy dog eyes now.

“Jihyo no, you’re drunk and you’re gonna regret it.” You hold it even further away from her now. 

“I’m not drunk I didn’t even have one drink. I have to take care of Nayeon and Jeongyeon who, when I left were competing to see how fast they could down their 4th soju bomb”

This back and forth goes on for about another minute until you give up. At this point, she’s playfully trying to grab it from your hand and you’re about to flick it into the street when she catches your wrist.

“Jihyo. No.”  You hold her back with your other arm now.

“Make. Me.” She looks at you in the eyes with a stern sentiment. 

“You’re not gonna stop are you?” 

“Does it look like I’m the type to give up?” She quips back.

“Okay. Fine. But there’s a way that we used to do it back home that might hurt less for you. I’ve done this multiple times, just trust me.”

“Okay,” She flashes a gummy smile and pulls her hand off of you. 

Leading up to this moment, you had to admit you’d developed a small crush on Jihyo after working with her and seeing how kind and talented of a person she is. 

“It’s called shotgunning. And not the type with beer cans. I’ll take the initial hit and I’ll just blow a little bit of smoke into your mouth so you can emulate the sensation. Is that okay?” You explain the technique to her.

“Yes, I like the sound of that.” She replies.

“One time, and one time only. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, yes let’s do it.” It’s a little puzzling how excited she is about this.

“Okay, here we go.” You take a final hit from the cigarette and hold the smoke in your mouth before dropping it to the floor and ashing it out with your foot. You continue the motions with the french inhale, but instead of exhaling through your nostrils as usual, you take a step closer to Jihyo and cup her face with your right hand. She leans up to meet you, face-to-face. With your left hand, you bring it to the other side of her face and gently part her lips with your thumb. You lean in closer, your lips brushing against each other now. You thought at this point she’d pull away, but she’s right there. You slowly exhale through your mouth, letting the smoke travel the short distance between your mouths. You only let out a little before blowing the rest out of the side of your mouth away from hers. Letting her naturally pull away, she playfully lets the smoke fall from her lips and she exhales the small puff. Closely watching her to make sure she’s okay, you instinctively place your hand somewhere on her lower back. 

“Wow.” She looks with wide eyes at the small cloud of smoke dissipating into the air.

“Hm? Are you okay? Did that hurt? Burn?” You’re looking for any signs.

“No, it was okay. That was fun.” She touches her lips where your thumb parted them moments before. “I- I want to do it again”

“No, I already ashed it out. It’s gone no more.” You put your hands up in the air showing her there’s nothing there. 

“N-no not that. That was a fun one-time experience. I’m glad it was with you” She seems a little nervous now.

“Then do what again? Oh, and I hope no one saw that, I don’t necessarily want  to get fired for doing what feels like a crime.” You let out a light chuckle.

“This.” She steps back in front of you and grabs your arms, putting them back into the position they were in on her face. “Do that again,” Jihyo whispers and holds your thumb near her mouth.

You’re too stunned to speak at what you just heard. She wants me to kiss her? This is insane.

A slow nod is all you can reply with and you create the same motions, this time, her hands holding your forearms in place. You glide your thumb over her bottom lip as if asking permission and you bring your faces close together. Your lips brush over hers ever so slightly and you can feel her breath shakily exhaling and as if the feeling of butterflies make the same journey that the smoke did but in the opposite direction, you feel your breath hitch and your heartbeat speed up. Your eyes flutter closed and Jihyo seizes the opportunity. 

She closes the thin gap between you and your lips collide. Her soft lips tangle with yours and you’re certain the fireworks are mutual. Like a movie kiss, it feels like time stops and the world stops spinning. The far memory of your ex dissipated with the smoke that left Jihyo’s lips and all you know is her lips on yours. A set of matching puzzle pieces, perfectly intertwining in this dimly lit alleyway. It feels like an eternity that you’re standing there kissing Jihyo and it may as well be, you’re content there with her. But the kiss comes to a natural end when you both pull away for some air. 

“Wow.” She says under her breath, face inches away from you.

“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I met you.” You confess, still gently holding her face.

“Me too,” Jihyo replies, looking deeply into your eyes. 

You can feel yourself starting to take a few heavy breaths, processing what’s just happened and been said, but before you could, the two of you collide again. This time the kiss deepens quickly. Her hands now let go of your forearms and wiggle their way to hook behind your neck, yours move from their place on her cheeks and down to her waist, pulling her body to yours and closing every gap between the two of you. Her hands weave into your hair and push you further into the, now messy kiss. Tongues dance together, but you know you can’t do anything more than this now, especially in public even if it’s the late hours of the night here. But both of you want more, to feel more. She grabs one of your arms and squeezes it, a wordless “okay” as if to signal you. You realize how hard you’re holding her waist and let up on your grip, only to slide one hand down to cup her full ass. She moans into the kiss and takes a harder grip on your hair. As if the universe could see where this was about to go, you’re both startled when a loud car passes the alleyway. Instinctive speed kicks in and you separate your bodies, scared that you’ve been caught. 

“Fuck…” you say catching your breath. Realizing now your pants are a little tighter than they were when you first stepped outside. Jihyo giggles when she also notices, “Wow that was fast”

“Yah! This is your fault!” joking as you motion towards your crotch. 

“You’re lucky we live in the same place. I can fix that at a later time, but right now take a second to relax and hurry back inside, they’re probably wondering where we are. I’ll say we ended up taking  a little walk to sober you up.” You’re amazed at how fast she’s able to process all of that and so nonchalantly bounce back to her leader persona. Jihyo skips back inside with a wide smile on her face. 

Bringing yourself back down to earth, you pull your phone out and quickly block your ex’s number. And then you pull out the pack of cigarettes, emptying the pack onto a nearby trashcan, leaving one in the box along with your lighter, and shoving it back into your jacket pocket. “Just one. No more” you say to yourself, before heading back into the restaurant and rejoining the group.

A/N hi again… ik this isnt my usual smut-type work BUT imma have a solely smut oneshot coming out next in response to something I got in my inbox recently :D oh and im in the midst of editing and finalizing the first part of TA hehe as always thanks for reading <3 twc

#twice au #twice fanfic #jihyo au #jihyo fanfic

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

My Sydcarmy dream happy ending? Or Storer's?

This is the 1st time I actually envisioned a whole scene with music and all in my head. I always had the feeling that the end of the show is gonna be like the final scene of Braciole: All together, the found family, maybe at the restaurant, maybe not, and just having dinner and having a good time.

After that "vision" I had, I found out that Storer mentioned in a panel that food had always saved them as a family, he was talking about his own family. So I figured: OK so since the show he created, the whole Bear universe, revolves around food, that's gonna be the ending. I felt he kinda confirmed my "vision", my take, the one I had as soon as I finished watching S1. I could already see that ending and believe in it wholeheartedly. And it looked like that, but blurry, because it was just season 1, and even though I knew there was a S2 that I hadn't watched yet (watched it the next day, actually), the overthinker in me was already daydreaming about THE SHOW'S FINALE.

OK, cut to me obsessing about this show after watching S2, that IMO was even better than S1, which is VERY RARE nowadays on TV, and then me re-watching both seasons and dissecting them till the cows go home and then re-watching S2 only over and over to analyze every single layer of Sydcarmy as humanly possible, and literally cutting my working hours to have more time to do that LMAO! etc. So, I ended up noticing the whole script structure Storer (and Calo) came up with, it's Austenian. And at that point, I was already a Sydcarmy soldier, of course, but when I picked up on the Austenticity of it all I FUCKING FLIPPED OUT because that gave me hope. It meant that the Sydcarmy endgame I had in mind could very well happen seeing as it was IC and Austenian, and it fit the slow burn process I had already picked up on right after watching Braciole, as I mentioned HERE. It all made total sense. How will it happen exactly, IDK, I wish I did but Storer is diabolical and way better than me at plot twists, so I won't even try to guess, but I will put my trust in the Austenian arc he swears by.

Me growing up reading Austen:

For those who haven't read Jane Austen, her trademark is: taking something painful and making it beautiful, finding beauty in pain, and always building towards a happy ending and redemption arc for her main characters, unless she kills them first and if she does, we can be sure that death will serve the happy ending purpose anyway (AKA: Michael, Syd's mother and probably Cicero, I wanna believe Donna will live, but I'm on the fence about her, I do believe she will be redeemed after Nat's baby is born, either way), she will take that death and make it worthwhile and beautiful. She doesn't stand for unhappy endings, but she does include bittersweetness in the endgame of some of her characters, usually not the A ones, but the B ones. The Alphas usually get a relatively "clean happy ending". Relatively being the operative word and what we can ALWAYS expect no matter what, is a "teaching", a lesson learned by the main characters. They walk out of that story as new men/women after having learned that/those lesson/s. She does this. She slow burns romances left and right, kills characters off, takes losses and turns them into gains, and builds towards a happy ending. That's an Austenian structure right there. It's usually used in Romance movies, rarely seen on this kinda TV shows, but here we are. The Storer-Calo duo are giving us Austenian characters in a nutshell.

So, back to my point, I always had this take and wishful thinking even, but up until now, I was never able to actually envision a final scene that could be actually canonical. I mean, I could even fucking write the whole script of that whole final ep, line by line, for every character if they allowed me to. I have the music in mind, the outfits, the whole set, and the final take that faiths to black and reads THE END. And no, this is not just a wishful thinking list or prediction post, it's an actual argumentative outline about why I think The Bear’s series finale will look like the Happy version of Fishes:

And just because Carmy said this, I will take a wild guess, this is gonna be part of the menu:

He associated them with his, and I quote: "fucked up family life" end of quote. So he wanted to reversion them:

And Marcus, based on Sydcarmy's pointers, came up with The Michael Cannoli:

I am also assuming, Sydcarmy will be endgame because of the aforementioned reasons, but I'm not sure Storer will actually show it on camera, maybe just insinuate it, because we all know he is diabolical and also because that's how the original movie script turned into TV script ended before Storer knew The Bear was going to be picked up for a 2° season, he always had this ending in mind for The Bear, behold:

So what I'm saying is: We Sydcarmy truthers have an actual shot here. I also dive into this theory HERE but from a totally different angle.

This happy Sydcarmy endgame we want is at arms' reach.

Now I see it more clearly.

Who's with me?

@ciaonicole85 thanks for the inspo to write this post, it all came to mind when I saw yours.

#gingerpovs #sydcarmy for life #sydcarmy #sydney x carmy #the bear #carmy x sydney #syd x carmen #carmy berzatto #sydney adamu #carmen x sydney #AUSTENIAN

[quodekash]

fifteen minutes left of the episode. how long will it take me to watch 15 minutes? let's find out

shake of friendshipppp

VERY different to the shake of PURE sexual tension we got from guynava in ep5

this one is FRIENDSHIP

and I LOVE FRIENDSHIP

(altho I do also love sexual tension)

you can't stop staring at him

well frick

either he's really clumsy, or that absolutely SHOULD be a foul and yellow team SUCKS

YES

FRIENDSHIP

PLATONIC HAPPINESS COMING RIGHT UP

THEY DID THE DUDEBRO HANDCLAP BACK PAT THING

I PERSONALLY LOVE THIS

the commentator is so valid and so is the guy recording him lmao

I am both of them

(but not in the context of sport, I never know what's going on in sport)

BSHDBFHJVSADVBG

AGAIN????

IM LOSING IT

THIS IS LIKE EXACTLY THE SAME AS LAST EPISODE

how funny would it be if he misses

LMAO

sorry I care so little about sport that this is downright hilarious to me

he MISSED

ITS SO FUNNY

I love him and hes gonna be so disappointed in himself for ages and stuff. buT LIKE. HE MISSED. I MEAN CMON YOU GOTTA ADMIT ITS FUNNY

HERE COMES THE SCENE HERE COMES THE SCENE HERE COMES THE SCENE GHEKRBGJREBAAAAAAAA

(here comes the scene, doo-doo-do-do)

PFFFFT

GEU4KJRWLGNOREL

HES RIGHT YOU KNOW

oH MY-

I SAID THE SAME THING

AGES AGO I SAID THE SAME THING

AND IT REMINDS ME OF SOUNDWIN

AND THEY FULLY JUST PULLED THE SOUNDWIN LINE RIGHT THERE

CMON MAN IM GONNA LOSE MY MIND EVEN MORE THAN IVE ALREADY LOST IT

BUT YEAH

BASICALLY IM AWESOME

I love him

also I love how short auto is

it makes me feel represented

(even though im pretty sure he's still taller than me. bUT LIKE BY 2 CENTIMETRES I MEAN COME ON)

KICKING MY FEET SHOUTING SCREAMING

THISSCENETHISSCENETHISSCENEAAAAAGOIEGOPIJBE4RIOGJB4OEIB

here it is. prepare for me to explode bc when soundwin did this it killed me and I know its gonna do the same thing when they do it

EIOJGHVNOWIEPLSJDGVNIOERJLDSKGHVNOEIDS

THEIR SMILESSSSSS

GJIKERBGJREB IM SOBBING

HE FOOLED HIM A G A I N

KANG YOU IDIOT I LOVE YOU

bitches be stimming so hard rn

(its me. im bitches)

THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME

IM SO TOTALLY NORMAL ABOUT THEM

IM LOSING IT

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idk bout you, but I happen to be an avid lover of all things cheesy and corny, so im having a SPECTACULAR time rn

PLS I LOVE HIM

several days later????

ITS STILL GOING??????

oml I ran out of images. again. but there's like one minute left so you're just gonna have to imagine the screenshots

[grandma in the car]

SHES BACK!!!

[kang's shoes]

oml kang's platforms I love them

[grandma saying 'and I also have a new caretaker']

ah frick it better not be who I think it is

[saifah's evil little grin]

YUP

AH FRICK

MR THIEF ROBBERY MAN IS HERE TO ROB SOME RICH PEOPLE AND GET ARRESTED AND MAYBE SHOOT KANG'S DAD

I mean fair enough. but also cmon man

[grandma saying 'he'll be taking care of me at this house from now on']

come on man

now saifah's gonna be annoying when sailom and kang want to be gay and in love

cos im guessing saifah and grandma aren't leaving the house much

I guess kangsailom will have to go to sailom's house or just not be in the mansion or smth

its so convenient having a mansion thooooo

come on saifah, youre ruining all the gay little plans I had made up in my head

YEEEE SO MUCH HAPPY FLUFFY COMFORT COMING OUR WAY NEXT WEEK IM SO EXCITED

as for today: comfort episode, unlocked

and for those who were curious, it took me 45 minutes to watch the last 15 minutes of this episode

its 2:30am. the episode came out 3 hours ago. what the hell is wrong with me.

#quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #<- theres a REASON that's the tag name #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #sailomkang #kangsailom #kanghansailom #sailomkanghan #perthchimon #chimonperth #perth tanapon #chimon wachirawit