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andreabandrea · 1 month

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i think all the time about how hard it is to be a kid even in the best case scenarios. like yeah as a kid you have very few responsibilities and youre innocent etc but i think the thing is that adults (at least in the USA) largely do not consider you to be a human.

i remember when i was a kid, my parents were nice to me and supportive and so on-- i didnt have a bad childhood. but there were times where my dad would just take things from me, or interrupt me on the computer/tv, not because i had exceeded screen time or anything but just because "im the dad and im more important so i can do what i want". i remember how powerless i felt when adults would shout at me, especially if it was over something i didnt understand and/or hadnt been taught.

i remember adults laughing in my face sometimes when i was crying or upset, and i think about this when i see those 'toddler/kid freakout' tiktok videos mocking a child's reaction, even if it is for something "stupid" like they dropped their candy or whatever.

even the most well-meaning adults will often write off your pain and negative emotions as 'overreactions', and this goes triple if youre neurodivergent. i had pneumonia as a child and my doctor thought i was just being dramatic.

your input on things is largely seen as worthless. if your parents want to travel the country in a van, but you want to go to school and have friends and have your own bedroom, they'll just pack you up and take you in that van because you're the child and you're their property. i think about this when i see those 'van life' families, and i think about this as i'm reading the Wavewalker book about the girl who was forced to live on her parents' boat with little to no schooling for 10 years.

if your parents spank you and hit you, largely thats seen as their "choice" as parents, no matter how many studies tell them it traumatizes children. and youre dependent on the adults around you and if those adults suck, or if youre in a bad situation, you have very little to no ability to change that and you just have to endure.

and thats what drives me insane about desantis is that we see more and more rhetoric like "the rights of parents" and "protecting children" but these kids are being told that they do not have rights. its as if people truly believe parents deserve to know everything, even if the child doesnt feel safe telling them. people think parents deserve to control their kids' every choice and every move. but when it comes to protecting kids from gun violence and protecting gay/trans kids and especially kids of color, republicans could not give less of a shit. hell, even the grand majority of democrats barely care.

yes, i get it. parenting is unimaginably hard. the nuclear family is unsustainable especially in today's double-income-not-even-making-rent economy. the world is fucked up. sometimes kids are shitty and it might hurt you as an adult. but kids are not evil, and kids are not adults who are acting with fully developed brains and social skills and empathy and so on and its important to keep that in mind.

on the chance that anyone wants to reply with "well i hate kids :/" look. you dont have to be a parent. but at least be kind to children in your life. let the kid in the park ramble to you about skibidi toilet or fucking whatever. you do owe people kindness, especially children

#bandrea blabbers

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jeridandridge · 11 months

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Hii I hope you’re well today

I wanted to ask a melissa x reader based on a tiktok I saw once. The students think Mel and the reader are dating so they plan a school wedding for them. In Mel’s head it’s all a joke ‘cause she doesn’t know the reader likes girl and especially she doesn’t know the reader likes her!

Please make it with a happy ending. Thank you ❤️

I had so much fun with this! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it! 🩷

“So you ready for our wedding?” You ask coming up to Barb and Melissa’s table with a shit eating grin.

Your students had noticed how often you were with Melissa and how often she’d come to your classroom to drop off a drink or food, sometimes even just coming into hangout with you and the older kids during her free period. They gathered all of their ‘evidence’ and decided you two needed to be married.

“Oh you two are the talk of the school.” Barbara smiles. “Those children are very bright.”

“Yeah they are.” You laugh looking over at Melissa. “Cameron said she needed to know your favorite flowers for the bouquet so I told her daisies.”

Melissa shakes her head with a soft smile. “You shouldn’t feed into their shenanigans so much, hon.”

“Shenanigan is my middle name, Schmmenti.” You beam. You thought the idea was a funny one, and since it felt like you’d never have the real deal, especially with Melissa, this could be fun.

As the week goes on you notice the kids buzzing energy about the fake nuptials but you also notice Melissa distancing herself from you. You love seeing the kids excited but if this is going to affect your friendship you’d rather not do it.

“Okay, guys,” you start one morning, “You know I’m always totally open and honest with you right?” You ask leaning against your desk, arms crossed.

The kids nod and mumble, all aware that you always try your best for them.

“Well I think you guys are taking the fake wedding a little too far, okay? You don’t want Miss Schemmenti and I uncomfortable right?”

“You’re both cool, we like you guys together,” Sean, one of the boys shrugs at his desk.

You squint eyeing their little faces, unsure if they’re messing with you or not. You were one of the younger teachers and you did try to make class fun for them, but students are still students.

“Wait a sec, you guys think we’re dating?”

Little did you know at that moment Melissa was outside in the hall, stopping in her tracks when she hears the discussion.

“Duh! You get googly eyes around her.” When of the girls point out.

“Yeah! Miss Schemmenti’s always chill but she’s REALLY chill around you. And you got that picture on your desk!”Sean nods.

“The picture?” You chuckle. “Mrs. Howard is in that picture too, and she’s happily married.”

“Nah, Miss y/n, you got your arm all up on Miss Schmmenti there!”

Melissa can’t help but let out a puff of laughter. The kid wasn’t wrong.

She invited you to a dinner with Barb and Gerald one weekend which led to the three of you killing two bottles of wine together, Gerald insisting on taking a picture of you three. Of course you had Melissa close to you and your arm wrapped around her waist. You liked her close.

You sigh rolling your eyes. “Guys, we’re friends okay? It’s nothing like that. What this little thing you’re all planning is just some funny afternoon activity, okay?” You tell them, still unaware of her presence in the hall.

When she hears that her breath hitches and she’s heading back downstairs, can of Diet Coke in hand and forgotten about. Back in her classroom she closes the door and sits at her desk with her head in her hands.

She knew that this was all fun and games, but she didn’t think you would outright say something like that to the kids.

“Stupid.” She huffs to herself under her breath. She knew there was a good chance you didn’t even like women and even if you did, she was too old for you anyway.

When Friday hits and the kids are excited for the morning wedding, you finally see Melissa in the break room on the couch.

“Hey, I’ve been trying to talk to you all week.” You smile sitting down next to her.

“Yeah? Sorry, kid, I’ve been busy.” She shrugs not looking up from her phone.

You look at the woman with curious eyes. Kid. That hurt. She never, ever called you kid. Not even around everyone else, much to Janine’s dismay.

“Did I do something wrong?”

That gets her to set her phone down and put her glasses on her head with a sigh.

“No, y/n you didn’t. My brain did and now I’m taking it out on you.”

“Okay what are you talking about? Is this about the wedding thing with the kids? Because I told them it’s just for fun .” You explain.

“Yeah,” she laughs humorlessly, “I know you did. It’s just something funny right? it’s a joke?” She bites back.

You see the hurt clear in her eyes, confusion spreading on your face.

“Mel, I didn’t-“ you shake your head, the realization hitting you. “Do you think I’m making fun of you?”

She looks at you like you grew a second head.

“Pretty obvious isn’t it? The pretty young thing getting ‘hitched’ to the old lady?” She lifts her hand putting air quotes around hitched.

You didn’t realize how she felt before at all. Everything makes sense now. The acceptance from her and Barb, the movie nights, weekend plans, the weekend adventures, trips to each others classrooms. You two were practically dating.

“Mel, I’ve been trying to show you how much I care about you for almost a year, I’m- I really like you, like it’s actually embarrassing.” You shrug.

Her eyes go wide.

“You’re into women?”

“I’m into you so yeah I’d say so.” You smile.

“I didn’t think you were into women at all.” She admits.

You roll your eyes resting your hand on her thigh. “You remember that morning I missed my coffee mug and it spilled all over the table?”

The red head nods resting her hand on top of yours.

“It was because you walked in wearing those amazingly tight leather pants and my brain stopped working.” You tell her with a grin.

Melissa smirks ducking her head a bit. “I do remember that.”

“Then you started being nice to me as soon as I got here, and I realized pretty quick that wasn’t normal for you. So yes, I like you very much and would love to entertain the kids by fake marrying you.”

Melissa gives you a beaming smile as she gently squeezes her hand.

“As long as you let me take you on a real date after.”

You grin leaning in to kiss her cheek.

“It’s a date.”

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #wlw #wlw fiction #barbara howard #Melissa Schemmenti imagine

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buzzyb33 · 5 months

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3rd of December

Prompt: head cannons of the boys giving you their sweater on heather day!

Warnings: swearing, suggestive

Simon:

He was just scrolling on TikTok when he saw a boy saying “making a personalised hoodie for my girlfriend” with the song in the background

He knew you was into this kind of music and you would know what this was, he had a free evening so why wouldn’t he make a hoodie?

He got an old white sidemen hoodie and after looking on TikTok he put some of his cologne on it and got you some flowers.

“Y/n?” He called as he knocked my bedroom door.

“Yeah- one sec si!” I call as I finish doing my laces.

“Yeah?” I open the door and he has his hands behind his back.

He then gives me a bouquet of red roses and instead of paper it’s wrapped in thick fabric.

“Awe Simon.. what’s this for?” I grin as I see it’s a sidemen hoodie that smelt like him.

I think for a second before my face lights up.

“You got me a hoodie for the third of December?”

He opens his mouth but just nods.

I put the flowers down and smile.

“I saw it on TikTok and I thought-“ he’s cut off by his girlfriends lips on his.

I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.

“This was sweet of you Simon..”

I say in a heartfelt tone.

He smiles.

“You’re welcome.”

Josh:

He’d been preparing for a while, he had got a Christmas jumper with some roses (the chocolate) that day, he had a shoot so he left it at his side of the bed.

I wake up and frown at Josh’s absence. I sit up and look to my left.

There is a folded jumper and a note on top.

“Happy 3rd of December, see you later.” It read in Josh’s handwriting.

I felt my eye well up as I see the box of chocolates under the hoodie.

Vikk:

You actually bought him on, you got him a stupid Minecraft hoodie and begged him to wear it for the sidemen reacts.

He begrudgingly did and got taken the piss out of by Harry and JJ without even getting the chance to defend himself.

Ethan:

He spoils you anyway so when he heard about the little thing he pre ordered the actual hoodie from Conan greys’ website.

He pretends like it’s not a big deal but he loved how happy you got.

“A parcels coming today- ‘s for you.” He says with a smile and a thank you as you hand him breakfast.

“Oh? And what is it?” I say with a smile as I kiss his cheek and begin eating my own food.

“Surprise.”

That left you on edge all day, the parcel came when he was doing a moresidemen video.

He hears the gasp and knows he’s about to be embarrassed.

“Ethan!” She calls with a squeal.

“Are you in trouble?” Josh asks.

“No, I’m not.”

She comes into his room and he stands up, she hugs him tightly.

“Thank you.. you are nice aren’t you?” She grins into his shoulder.

“Course I am.”

He says with his face heating up.

“You got me a real one! Oh I love you.”

I smile and kiss him for a few seconds.

I go to leave the room as he sits back down.

“Love you too..” he says as he puts his headphones back on.

I run back to him and kiss his cheek, then I leave.

Harry laughs.

“What did you do?” He says as Ethan’s face heats up.

“I got her a hoodie- it’s Uhm a day where that’s a thing? 3rd of December?” He says.

“Yeah, heather day, awe that’s nice of you Ethan.” Tobi agrees.

“You’re face is still red.” JJ comments.

Tobi:

Bro got you MATCHING.

He got you your favourite too, he got spider man matching hoodies, he got the miles morales one and you the Gwen Stacy one.

He made a sick Instagram post out of it.

I was working on a new request that had came in for my photography, I had to do a shoot for some models.

I mumbled something as I replied to the email.

“Y/n I got us something!” Tobi calls as he walks from his room.

He handed me a parcel and I opened it. I gasped slightly as he showed me his miles one.

I grinned and put mine on.

“Can we take pictures??” I grin and he nods.

“Course, was gonna ask you.”

I prop up his phone and we do a couple, one where we’re both crossing our arms and have our back to the camera, another where we’re both doing the spider man hand in front of our face, another where we was back to back and one where we both had our hoods up and we were kissing.

He posted them and captioned it: “happy heathers day 🤟🏽😝 @conangray”

When he posts them he hugs me from behind.

“Glad you like it, n/n.” He smiles and kisses my forehead.

JJ:

HE WAS CHEESY.

He got you a dragon ball hoodie that had got ‘KSI’ embedded on the sleeve.

“Y/n, I got you this for that Uhm, December day.” He calls out and hands me it.

“What? Heather day?” I say as I unfold it and smile.

“Oh! This is cool! Thank you JJ.”

I put it on the spot and see his name I grin.

“Thank you, this was sweet of you.” I smile and put both my hands on each of his knees and kiss his lips gently.

He wraps his arms around my waist.

“You’re welcome.”

Harry:

Listen, he went all out, he got one designed for you, he got it in light blue and Did everything, (your letter)+ H on the back and it said ‘I love my boyfriend’ on the chest with a smiley face on the sleeve.

“I got this- especially made for you, n/n.” He handed me the hoodie and I looked at the back first and laughed.

I looked at the front and giggled.

“I thought I’d speak your truth for you.” He says proudly.

“Thank you, Harry- is this for heather day?” I smile and pull it on.

“Course! Love you, I have to go but see you later.”

“Love you too, bye.”

I record an Instagram video of me doing a spin and I post it, tagging Harry and Conan gray for ‘happy heather day’

A/n: honestly, shocking.

Two in one day??? Couldn’t be me.

Anyway josh fic soon!!

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simping-ella · 2 years

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Please I beg you malikai or spider x readers hcs PLEASE 🙏🏼🙏🏼✨

You know what, I'll do both cause I love my Aussie boys

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Spider Dating Hcs

-Spiders very protective, he is always watching you.

-We all know everyone calls him spider, you are the only person that's able to call him by his name without him getting pissed off.

-This boy is touch starved, when you two are alone he is very clingy.

-He loves sleeping on your chest and thighs, especially when you play with his hair.

-Expect kisses to the temple because that's one of his favourite places to kiss you.

-Spider tries his hardest to change his attitude at school for you. (Everyone is shocked by how he acts once you two get together)

-Spider only has his mum and she's works alot, so most of the time you can stay the night (more like your not allowed to leave)

-He loves wrapping his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder while your talking to someone.

-Playful basketball games between eachother (you always win)

-Stay in movie nights are a MUST

-Spiders had trouble expressing his emotions to people, he is very bottled up and after a while of dating he finally cries in front of you.

-You and Ant being very close friends

-During SLTS you sit with Darren and quinni most of the time, spider hands you little notes that say stupid shit on them, he just wants to make you laugh.

-He loves playing with your hair, when your hugging he twirls your hair.

-He is NOT a morning person, you can expect to be trapped in his bed for at least a few more minutes. (Hours)

-In your phone you have spiders contact saved as 'daddy long legs', he finds it so stupid. (He's very tall that's why)

-Piggybacks all the time, you going to your next class? Piggyback, Your walking home? Piggyback.

-He let's you (wants you) to wear his clothes, he loves how you look in them and it lets people know your his and only his.

-Theres alot of drama at the school and he tries to keep you far away from it. Because he loves you and doesn't want you to get hurt.

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Malaki Dating Hcs

-Malaki is super shy at first, after a while he starts being his silly flirty self.

-He is a big romantic, flowers to love letters that are poorly written.

-Malaki is almost always holding your hand and gets upset when he has to let go.

-You are very close friends with Missy, she was the one to tell Malaki to just go for it.

-Getting to watch him work out and play basketball (yes...please).

-He gives you his basketball jersey to wear sometimes.

-Whispering sweet nothings into your ear when he gets the chance.

-Malaki is amazing when it comes to comfort: rubbing your back gently, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, kissing your hands.

-Watching movies all the time, bonus point if it's a horror movie as he isn't the best when it comes to horror.

-Poor little baby gets overwhelmed easily, please please look after him.

-Getting to learn how to play basketball (ending with you guys play fighting).

-Him sending you tiktoks like 'send this to your crush' and others like that.

-Malaki has trouble sleeping, watches you while you sleep peacefully as it helps him fall back asleep.

-He gets nightmares about things that have happened in the past, all he needs is to be the little spoon when the happens.

-He has a habit of licking his lips while talking to you. (You tease him about it all the time, making him flustered)

-After the police incident you were the one who took him home and comforted him (the threesome thing not happening)

-If we include the threesome thing: you go off on Dusty and Harper for taking advantage of your poor Malakai.

-You guys make bracelets for eachother on a date, he will never take it off.

-You help him with his mental health and let him vent to you. He's been through alot.

-He loves you so much!

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Thanks for the request, please don't be shy to send more and I'll do them as quick as I can, thank you babes.

#heartbreak high x reader #heartbreak high #spider x reader #spencer white #spencer white x reader #malaki x reader

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thewulf · 8 months

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Olive Boy || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - hiii!!! i was on tiktok and got a tiktok abt the olive theory and wanted to req it with hangman. just something super fluffy and it doesn’t even have to be olives!!!

A/N: Short but so freaking fluffy. Hope you all like it!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 1.4k +

“Babe.” You called pinching his side lightly in the dimly lit dive bar the Daggers had found themselves in. While you weren’t technically a Dagger Squad member, being Jake’s longtime girlfriend and being kinder than anyone had earned you an honorary spot whenever they went out. Tonight, it was Bradley’s choice of some tiny random bar off a side street in downtown. Not that you minded, you adored the divest of dive bars.

Jake turned his head smiling sweetly when you made your way to him. He placed a hand over yours that was already on his hip not wanting you to drop your grasp on him. You only smiled knowing how touchy he got once a little bit of beer went down his throat, “Hi honey.” He leaned down kissing your cheek without any shame. It took you awhile to get used to his very prevalent use of public displays of affection. But you’d grown to love it. Just like you’d grown to love every single little thing about the man. You returned his sweet smile when he lifted his arm for you to make your way underneath.

“You okay?” You asked moving underneath his arm holding your drink close to your body.

He nodded, “Always when you’re with me.”

You shook your head giggling softly, “So cheesy you are.”

He brushed a thumb across your cheek blocking out the noises around the two of you, “Only for you.”

“I know.” You knew your cheeks were heating up by the stupid little grin that crossed his face. You’d learned quickly how much he enjoyed making you blush. So, whenever the two of you were out he made his personal mission to get your cheeks rosy. He always succeeded. Not once did the man fail.

He looked down seeing the drink in your hand knowing you were coming over with purpose, “To what do I owe the pleasure sweetheart?” Jake asked knowing he had you distracted from your original mission. Usually, you’d wander off going to find Natasha. The two of you becoming fast friends. It wasn’t often he actually spent much time with you when the entire group went out. You were a damn social butterfly, and everybody wanted your attention. He never let it get to him thought. At the end of the night, you’d be coming home with him. That’s when the real fun started. There was nothing more that he enjoyed when the two of you, usually beyond tipsy, got rambling and laughing. Usually continuing the drinking being two fools giggling at everything. Jake had never had a love like that. Neither had you. Two souls that were so different but so matched right for the other.

Your eyes lit up in remembrance of why you had come over, “Do you want my olive?” Holding up the drink a little higher you gave him the chance to pluck it out of the martini glass.

He let out a belly laugh seeing how excited you were offering it up to him. Of course, you were tipsy, it only made it more adorable to him. Taking the toothpick with the olive out of the glass Jake quickly ate it. You grimaced knowing how damn salty those things were. You loved the olive juice, thus the dirty martini’s you’d always ordered but hated the olives themselves.

Jake smiled flicking the end of your nose gently seeing scowl you wore so adorably, “Thanks babe.” He kissed your cheek enjoying the flush that came so easily, “Why do you order those if you hate olives so much?” Jake poked your side knowing the answer, he just enjoyed teasing you.

“I like the flavor of the juice Jakey. You know this.” You giggled sipping on the chilled martini. Only you could get away with calling the infamous Hangman Jakey. He’d given up trying to stop you from saying it in front of the Daggers. The first time they heard it they teased him relentlessly at training the next morning. Strangely enough it didn’t bother him, only reminding him of you. It got him in a better mood. From then on out he craved to hear the nickname that only really came out when you were drinking.

He leaned down kissing your forehead lightly, “But you don’t like olives?” He had to keep pressing. Not being nearly as intoxicated as you had made him a little selfish with your time. He enjoyed the light teasing he could get away with that resulted in you laughing and giggling. He’d never take it too far. He loved that giggle only he could get out of you.

You betted your eyelashes up at him with a brilliant smile knowing that made him a little weak at the knees. As much as he knew your ticks you knew his just as well.

“It tastes like biting into a salt brick. Don’t know how you like them olive boy.” You grimaced once more remembering the last time your tried one of those green nasty things.

He threw his head back in laughter pulling you into his chest, “And you know what a salt brick tastes like anti-olive girl?” He continued teasing you knowing how to wind you right on up.

You pinched his side a little harder earning a soft yelp from the unsuspecting man, “I’m imagining that’s what it tastes like. I’m not a horse. I wouldn’t know. You might though.” You gave him a wicked smile placing your chin on his chest looking up him.

“Now darling, that’s not fair.” He laughed reminiscing on the time he told you how his older sister tricked him into biting into one. He grew up on a farm that had a few horses, so he was no stranger to the salt blocks. His older sister convinced him one was a sugar block, and he might have bit into one resulting in a mouth full of salt. He still hasn’t lived that one down. That’s why he had told you the story. If he didn’t then his sister surely would.

“You know I don’t play fair babe.” You shot him a wink before leaning your head down on his chest. Letting out a soft sigh you listened to the steady rhythm of his strong heart.

Jake snaked his arms around your body pulling you close to him not giving a single damn that they were still stuck in the crowded bar. At least the two of you were off to the side, nobody seemed to notice.

“I know, and I love it. I love you.” Jake leaned down again kissing your cheek this time.

You smiled into his chest enjoying every second of contact you got with your boyfriend, “I love you too Jakey.” You yawned feeling the night and the long week catching up with you. That and the three martini’s you’d had were wearing on your conscious side.

Jake watched you for a moment feeling you press yourself more into him. He only decided to speak up once your eyes fluttered closed, and you’d nearly spilled your drink. He scooped it out of your hand setting it on the bar beside him.

“Let’s get you home sweetheart.” Jake gently peeled you from his chest earning a soft whine from you.

“If we must.” You opened your overtired eyes smiling up at the beautiful man you couldn’t believe was really yours sometimes.

Jake nodded soaking in your appearance. He loved you in every state but thought you were more than cute when you were sleepy, “We must. We can put on Harry Potter, and I’ll scratch your back. You’ve had a long week sweetheart. You need to get some sleep.”

“I won’t last more than five minutes.” You admitted taking his hand in yours as he pulled you out of the bar. The two of you waved your friends off escaping with only a few goodbyes.

He squeezed your hand in his, “That’s the goal.” He held the door open for you once you got to the entrance.

“Sometimes I don’t think your real Jake Seresin.” You truly couldn’t believe how lucky you’d gotten with him. Luckier than any girl in the world.

“You make me feel the same.” He shot you a wink this time opening the passenger door for you. Once you were seated he buckled you in knowing it’d be a challenge for you while as drunk as you seemed.

“I love you.” You smiled at him once he joined you in

“And I love you, Y/N.” He kissed your lips this time, cupping your face in his hands. Jake took his time. He’d never, ever get tired of getting to do that with you. He couldn’t wait to make you his wife. Soon enough. Soon.

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twilghtkoo · 1 year

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no more games

pairings. haechan x (f) reader, bf!haechan tiktok series couple !!

genre. fluff

warnings. none

note. this is based off of this tiktok i saw I COULDNT HELP MYSELF I HAD TO WRITE THIS

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“why won’t you cuddle with me?” haechan whines, poking your side making you jerk under your blanket.

you grab the end of your blanket and yank it closer to your chin as you lie on your side, your back towards him.

“because i’m mad at you still.” you answer him, shutting your phone off, you close your eyes and pretend to fall asleep.

he groans as he squirms behind you. “over a stupid game? you sound like me right now.”

“a stupid game? haechan we almost won but then you jumped off the cliff with the key! you weren’t taking it seriously.” you pointed.

you don’t see him, but he raises his eyebrows as he stares down at you. of all the times you’ve scolded him for being overly competitive on games, this was a sight.

haechan had bought a game on his switch that he wanted to try out with you, a pretty simple multiplayer game that you both could play together. besides the name calling and harmless threats, the game pico park was sure worth the 4.99. he’s never seen you so determined playing a game before. not even when you both played minecraft and you died by a creeper and lost all your stuff deep in a cave.

your little jumps and cursing at the screen was adorable and he wish he had three arms so he could’ve recorded you on his phone.

he’s used to renjun’s scolding online so yours didn’t stab his heart. besides right now. he’s tired and wants to nap with you in his arms but you won’t let him.

haechan smirks as he leans over, his face inches away from yours as he tries to nuzzle his nose to find your lips or cheek from under the blanket to steal a kiss.

“baby you’re really cute when your annoyed, i’ve never seen you take a video game so seriously.” the tip of his nose meets your soft skin and he takes his chances and places his lips on your cheek, letting them linger for a bit.

you ignore the heat that creeps to your cheeks from his affection.

realization waking you up.

you turn your body over to face him, your eyes staring up at him.

“oh my god, i’m acting weird aren’t i?” you ask, bewildered.

before haechan can reply, you speak again. “i’m never playing that stupid game again.” you tell him sternly.

he pouts, “aw, but i wanted to see you and renjun play together.”

you roll your eyes and finally accept haechan into your arms. as if he’s a cub and your the mama bear, haechan cooes and shoved his way under the blanket with you, curling into your chest and wrapping his arms and legs around you, making you giggle.

“you know it’s scientifically proven that sleeping next to the person you like helps you fall asleep faster, reduces your depression and makes you live longer.” haechan says randomly, your eyes closed but your hand is still combing through his ball of hair.

“oh really? and where did you read this from?”

he sniffs, “don’t worry about it, just trust me.”

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imagintheworldaway · 1 month

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Moral of the story PT2

the long awaited sequel !

read part one here!

requests are open

Scrolling TikTok was usually a bit of a break for me. I had just finished filming a video with Lux and I was taking a break before I had a shower to scrub off my makeup and have a little self care evening. Everything was sweetly mind-numbing until a clip caught my eye. I turned up the volume as I saw an original clip from Harry and Is Vegas wedding. It was the clip of us leaving the chapel, me in my short baby doll white dress and veil longer than my actual dress, and Harry in a tieless suit with his top buttons undone. We were only teens in this clip, back when it was us two against the world. The clip cut and I saw Harry on screen. “It’s the hardest thing to talk about really” He said and then it cut to Ethan. “They were so in love, we were jealous, not only was it great content but it was so real” the screen then cut back to Harry. “What happened?” a voice said from behind the camera. “I don't know, she obviously wasn't happy, it broke my heart, i loved her, and she just threw it all the way, like it was nothing, like, how can you be so horrible, cruel, i-” Harry had started rambling before catching his tongue and the clip swapped back to SImon “she truly broke his heart, it hurt all of us” he said looking into the camera. And that's where the clip ended, and my rage started. Yes I asked for the divorce, but how was he not happy? How can he lie about me like that? None of them ever reached out to me, asking if I was ok, how the hell dare they. It had been over three years, the divorce was over and done with, we had talked through it so many times, we had talked to our friends, addressed the fans, even appeared together a handful of times in different videos. I thought we were all finally in a good place again. Obviously I was wrong.

The day was as bleak as my mood. I felt bad for anyone that saw me as I was contemplating murder right now. All I could see was red, and there was only one man I was going to aim this anger at. I had rang Talia and she had told me that the boys were filming at a studio I was all too familiar with. It was only a short walk from where I lived, I quickly turned my anger into determination as I mapped the streets in my head and my muscle memory almost flew me to the warehouse. I stormed through the door, I couldn’t care less if they were in the middle of a shoot. I had a score to settle.

I stormed through, past the crew, people tried to stop me but no one had the chance. I stopped abruptly on the set but not quite in front of the cameras. They were shooting some type of game show but my rage just intensified when I saw my target. “You fucking arsehole” I shouted, my fists balled at my sides as I stood staring down my target. Everyone went silent and looked at me, most faces in pure shock to even see me. “Say something you twat, or did you say it all in your stupid fucking documentary” I spat in Harry’s direction. “Uh- I-“ he stuttered. I just stood there, staring daggers.

No one said anything, just watched like an old western movie, two people in a standoff. “I’m not leaving until I have answers, so keep staring” I said through gritted teeth. “Uh take five everyone” I heard Kon say somewhere to my left. Everyone stayed still for a moment, no one wanting to move first, before the crew started busying themselves and the other boys just stood there stunned. I waited as Harry took his time to walk over to me. “Can we do this outside? '' he said, not looking at me. “So chat shit about me to the entire world but can’t sort it in front of your mates, spineless dick” I snapped, “oh and none of you are off the hook either” i spat pointing my finger at all the boys. I grabbed Harry's forearm, spinning around and walking to the door.

“Y/N I-“ he started before crumpling under my stare. “You what Harry? Thought you’d save yourself by slandering me?” I said “look at me, Atleast give me that” I said my voice faltering. “I thought we were cool, i thought you understood, i thought we had all figured this out” i had pleaded with him. “I didn't mean for it to come off like that” he sighed, “then what? How did you mean for it to come off, cause I've had so much hate already, I don't know if I can go through all of this again "I said, slinking back into myself a little. “Come on, I love you Y/N” he said, his voice strained as he reached for my arm. I jerked back, almost instinctively for a moment, seeing the hurt wash across his face as I let my emotions run free. “No, no, no. You do not deserve to say that to me” I seethed, starting to feel the tears prick at the corner of my eyes. “You hurt me” I spat, pointing my finger accusingly at Harry. He looked lost like a little puppy, and if I was still the woman he had married, I would have crumbled, apologised, and comforted him, telling him it was ok and we can forget this ever happened. But this time I cannot forget. “And you didn't hurt me?” he quipped back. “I never said i didn’t, the difference is you care so much about what your friends and fans think about you, about us, that it's easier to slander me just to make yourself out to be the good guy” the tears had slowed down now, but i can already guarantee my makeup is fully fucked.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I gathered myself. “I loved you Harry, so fucking much. I thought you were it for me, you were my forever, but this, it turned so toxic, it turned into pleasing everyone but ourselves. And the fact that you still can't see that all these years later. Well, you need to let go, "I said, trying to get through to him. “And then what? I lose you forever?” He sounded so desperate and so unsure. “I don't know, but you need to let go, neither of us can grow if you don't” I almost pleaded with him. “Fine, i’ll try, but this won't happen overnight,” he sighed. “I know that, but please, if you really do still love me, try” it wasn’t a lot, but for now, these words will have to do. I quickly composed myself, turning back to a stoic version of myself, putting my guard back up “Just know, if you ever pull anything like that again, i will air all of our dirty laundry”

#youtube #wroetoshaw x reader #w2s imagine #w2s x reader #w2s #wroetoshaw #harry lewis x reader #harry lewis one shot #harry lewis imagine #harrylewis

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sam-burger · 1 year

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my silly little task force 141 headcanons :p

A/N: there are probably several spelling mistakes, sorry! this is also my first time posting something this long, and im posting from my phone so i can’t add a ‘keep reading’ SORRY! lastly,, this is heavily inspired by and definitely piggy backing off of a lot of this post, so a lot of credit goes to that writer!

soap

he sleeps with a night light whenever he can meaning he literally carries a night light with him whenever he travels somewhere (just in case)

some of his fingers are crooked because he broke his hand punching a wall just to prove to 141 that he could break it😭..

he has a red iphone, his case is matte black, and he keeps his cards in the back of the case. yes this is a red flag.

he owns a fluffy black kitten and treats her like a literal princess whenever he’s able to be at his house.

i think he also owns like a fuck ton of plants and he has to pay his neighbor(s) to water them for him while he’s away. its such a pain in his ass but he will NOT get rid of them because he thinks they brighten up his ‘humble abode’

was a lil chubby as a kid, even up to around 14. he is still self conscious about it and gets so embarrassed when anybody brings up an old picture of him

CORNY. literally looks up ‘funny jokes 2022’ on google

price

he definitely collects SOMETHING

something he’ll absolutely never admit is that he genuinely enjoys hallmark movies. it’s a guilty pleasure

he organizes secret santas and fun events for the task force a lot because they all deserve a break sometimes. he treats them like family!

whenever he doesnt have to wear his uniform he’s always in sweatpants and/or fluffy socks. heavy on the sweatpants, he gives off major comfortable dude vibes ya know. also has those stupid shark slippers,, or slides whatever u wanna call them

He’s a dog person. there is NO WAY he isn’t. he probably has a bumper sticker that says “adopt don’t shop” and i love that tbh

ghost played richest killers for him as a joke one time in a bar and he actually thinks its peak music

ghost

paints his nails black but only when he’s like drop dead bored.

he can eat so much food in one sitting its crazy like hes a human vacuum. the task force is used to seeing him eat a shit ton by now but whenever someone new is around they’re always so shocked like WHATTTT

obsessed with tiktok. it’s unhealthy

listens to uk drill and bruno mars EXCLUSIVELY

for the soapghosters: ghost slaps the shit out of soap’s ass anytime he gets the chance

in private ofc! he hates pda so much for some reason.

secretly really good at art, whatever type of art that may be. He journals whenever he can which is pretty rarely. super duper secretive about this though!

DRY TEXTER.

gaz

he has two cats at home and his family takes care of them for him when he’s away

speaking of family (idgaf abt canon. haven’t read it and will never read it) he has an older sister and a sister thats around maybe 8/9 and he loves them both to DEATH.

he rlly loves starbucks seasonal drinks. he always calls starbucks “starbies” and it annoys the fuck out of Ghost

absolutely uses :/ and :p when texting/messaging and is so informal (just like me..)

his phone case is yellow and he is obsessed with sunflowers

mocks soap’s accent for the fun of it

#mw2 #mw2 imagine #modern warfare #cod #call of duty #simon riley #johnny soap mactavish #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #john price #kyle gaz garrick #cod imagine #mine #cod headcanons #modern warfare 2

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kiki-1111 · 1 year

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𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻 🎀

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Sub!Danielle + Dom!Manager!gn!reader

WARNINGS: hand kink, drunk sex , fingering, kissing, reader calls Dani “bunny” or “ baby”, getting caught, fluff and a lil after care.

ps: Danielle has the age to drink ofc

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You were able to pass the interview and become Danielle’s manager. You didn’t even know how you got there, you weren’t hoping to pass. But they really liked you, their exact words were “Since you are young we thought you would be really good for Danielle, you seem like a person that could handle her personality”.

When you first saw her she seemed bubbly and cute, like a sunflower. You instantly liked her for always being so positive and bringing the best out of people, even you.

She introduced you to the other members and they were shy at first but they gradually got comfortable with you, they would talk about their problems with the job, or talk about relationships together. They even used you to play “make-up salon”.

Minji would always do your eyes, Danielle would play with your hair putting some cute jewels, Hanni and Haerin would do your nails and Hyein would paint your lips. You loved seeing them having fun even tho you looked like you wanted to wash your face as soon as a possible.

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It was hot as hell, summer is starting to come and you were sweating so much. It was a stupid idea to wear a jumper today thinking that it would be cold. So you take it off, since you had a t-shirt underneath, and wrap it on your waist and go to work.

You had a cold soda to feel fresh and went into New Jeans’s practice room.You greeted everyone in the room silently and looked the girls do some tiktok challenge with their songs.

When they finished, Danielle smiles and runs to hug you, you laugh liking the way she’s so happy to see you. When she breaks the hug she instantly notices your arms that are uncovered, so she stops and looks at them. “oh wow i didn’t know you had so many tattoos!”, “oh yeah, now that i think about it you never got the chance to see them”, she touches your right arm “these tattoos are so cool! what are their meanings?”

“well i would bore you out if i told you the story of each one of my tattoos” she shakes her head in disapproval “i would love to hear all of your stories!”

While you tell her the history of the tattoos on your left arm she keeps touching and looking at your arms amusingly. You cough it off starting to get shy and stand up and ask everyone what are their plans for today.

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You felt weird when you got home, but you decided to shrug it off. You shouldn’t make it a big deal of it, the girl was just curious about the tattoos.

You went on the fridge and made something to eat cuz you didn’t have the time to eat today. You get ready to watch you favorite tv show when the door bell rings.

it’s Danielle, and she’s crying.

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You make her enter your apartment worried, immediately asking her what happened.

She doesn’t respond since she can’t stop crying, you caress her back while comforting her, saying that it is okay even if she doesn’t wanna talk about it.

When she calms down you ask if she wants some water and she says yes. She gulps loudly while sniffling, feeling her throat at ease. “I-I had a really huge fight with Hanniii” she’s ready to cry again but tries to contain it.

“aww bunny” You console her in any way you know and it actually works.

But she asks you if you have beer and you look at her weirdly “ i didn’t know you drank” “ I don’t…but i really want to now, just a little bit to get this problem out of my mind” you scold her with you look “pretty pleasee~” it’s not fair if she makes sweet eyes to you, she knows you can’t resist them. You sigh “okay”

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Ah… you knew you were fucked. Not doing a good job as a manager, you knew this would have happened. Dani drank maybe a lil bit more that what she said. You scolded her for drinking some beer behind your back while you were doing the dishes. “ I told you i’m not drunk!”. yeah right . You knew everything about Dani, even how she looks when she’s drunk. Face as red as a tomato, messy hair, starts to get louder and becomes really touchy.

“Dani stop clinging to my arm, you are straddling it”

“i’m not straddling it! it’s just that it is so soft and firm at the same time” you roll your eyes. “ what does that even mean”

“don’ know…”

She slowly takes her hand and slides it from your shoulder to your elbow and finally to your hand, giving you chills. She begins to touch all the rigs on your fingers in a painfully slow pace that makes you regret any of your life decisions. “Dani-“

“why is it that your hands are so big and pretty?”, you get red from the compliment “I-I don’t know…”

She takes your hand and lifts it up near her face, and unexpectedly puts two fingers of yours in her mouth. You gasp from the hot feeling of her soft tongue on your hand, you want to interrupt this but you can’t stop looking at her big and pretty doe eyes that are so magnetic.

She keeps looking at you making little noises that make you shiver, it’s like she wants to push all of your buttons.

And she succeeds.

You deprive her of your hand and she whines in response, but you quickly grab her face and kiss her. The kiss is intense, you are going hard and she can’t keep with your pace. But you suddenly stop, a guilty wave passing you.

“No- Dani we can’t. I’m your manager, and-and you are drunk i don’t wanna take advantage of you” You embarrassingly look at your hands stuttering and whispering some words.

You feel something getting on your lap, Danielle took advantage of your shyness and got on top of you.

“I am not drunk. i mean yeah feel a little dizzy, but i know what i’m doing” you look at her speechless. “and even if you’re my manager i don’t care…i like you” you awkwardly laugh

“you are just saying that because you’re drunk”

“well they say drunk words are are sober thoughts” her angelic laugh makes your heart flatter. She gets near your left ear and whispers “i know you wanna touch me, i see how you look at me all the time~” you turn red, especially your ears and that make Danielle laugh.

This is your last straw, you have to make her pay for being so disobedient and for drinking too much without your permission. You slam her into your mouth with no regret and your tongues start dancing.

She whimpers continuously feeling butterflies on her stomach. Your hands trailing on her little waist are making her legs weaker and weaker.

You feel her starting to move on your lap “aw, is my baby feeling desperate?~” you say with a grin. “I’m s-sorry, it’s just so-“ her breathing got heavier, it’s like she ran for hours. “mhh, use your words bunny, i know you can~”

Her face got rosie, probably only cuz she drank. “i- please touch me…” you whisper into her ear “oh yeah? and where?” she is clearly embarrassed but takes your hand and drags it on her heat.

You feel a little shy by her boldness but do what she wants. She is wearing a pink skirt that makes your access really easy, her panties are extremely wet and that makes you as wet as her. You rub her clothed clit, and so she begins to move her hips, her arms around your neck trying to not lose balance by all the friction. She whimpers little incomprehensible words

“p-pease” “please what baby?” she crunches her eyebrows glancing at you with a desperate look. “I-I want you to touch me without my panties, please”

“okay~” you slowly take her panties off wanting to tease her even more, she gasps by the feeling of fresh air on her cunt. You take your fingers and tease her by not entering fully inside her. She whines from the lack of pleasure moving her hips, “you are getting impatient bunny” “please, s-stop teasing me!” you listen to her plead and insert your finger inside her.

“nghh!”

You enter another finger as soon as you feel like she’s prepared. You try to find her sweet spot while kissing her peachie lips. “go faste- ahh!” oh, you found it.

You keep thrusting faster and faster making her scream from pleasure. you take her shirt off and she messily takes her bra off, you keep her near you with your other hand whilst sucking on her perky and pink nipples.

“o-oh my god, this feel so-“ “mhh i know baby” you continue to move your digits in her and she is so overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure. Tears are forming into the corner of her eyes and she starts trembling “i’m cummi- ahh!” her juice starts dripping on your fingers. Her breath is high pithed and heavy, her head resting on your shoulder whilst her legs are shaking. You coo at her saying sweet things at her red ear and you hug her. “you took it so well bunny, even tho next time you’ll have to ask before cumming” she tiredly says as she sniffles “i’m sowyy” “ it’s okay baby don’t worry” you take in all of her sweet scent and you try to put her shirt on with caution. You let her lay on you couch and cover her with the pink blanket she bought for you for your birthday. You give her a kiss on her cheek and she lightly sighs and changes position.

You drink some water and try to get some fresh air on the balcony but you suddenly hear the door bell ring.

On the way to open the door you wonder who it could be at this hour, and you are shocked by the presence of Hanni in front of you, all red and shocked by your presence.

“Hanni? what are you doing here something wrong?” “uh- no! I-I heard you and Dani…” you are as red as a tomato

“I-“

she reassures you “don’t worry! i won’t tell anyone! and I will completely support the two of you!”

Oh God you were in trouble.

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hii honey <33 could i get a

🧜🏻‍♀️mermaid - send me a description of yourself (personality-wise, hobbies, favorite things, physical characteristics, or all of the above, whatever you’re most comfy with!) and i’ll ship you with someone :) pls include gender preference and fandom!!

for either gilmore girls or the dead poets society please? omg im so excited to see who u ship me with!! 🤍 im bisexual/bicurious with a male preference x

my name is eva rose (although u already know that lmao). i'm a ravenclaw and an enfp <33 im a sagittarius in vedic astrology and a capricorn with a libra moon in western

i'm 5''3 with auburn curly hair and a pretty petite hourglass figure. i have freckles pretty much all year round - but only on my cheeks and the tip of my nose. my eyes are blue but look green in certain lighting. ever since i was abt 5 or 6 ive always wanted to get a couple of tattoos but im not old enough yet 😭

i would describe myself as observant, fun, genuine, intuitive and witty. i like to get to know people & ask them questions, im pretty open personally. how much i talk changes massively depending on my mood although i do end up rambling about nothing once i get invested in the conversation lol. i like talking about philosophy and politics and talking about stupid imaginary scenarios with my friends lol

i can be quite anxious & insecure sometimes, but i just need someone to talk to & then i'll be ok. i cry a lot, just because i need to let my emotions out <3 despite all this, i think i'm pretty confident.

i've been described as jo march & lizzie bennett & i agree, but i also think im a bit like meg tbh.

i feel most at home during autumn & during starry nights - i always glance up at the moon & take notice of its phases. <3 i like adventures and old cities - but at the end of the day i prefer being at home. i love art galleries, classic fiction, (fave poet is yeats although i i haven't actually read much poetry lol), astronomy, late night conversations, biking and listening to music - i like the beatles, fleetwood mac, abba, david bowie and the smiths

i love it when a person feels like home to me <3 i'm also a massive hopeless romantic and my love languages are quality time & physical touch

tysm bea :))

hi lovely<33 i ship you with tristan dugray!

he probably has a little nickname for you (and he'll play it off, but whenever you call him 'pretty boy' or something he just melts). he's pretty cheeky so the teasing might get a bit out of hand sometimes. i think he'd be so so interested in talking politics and philosophy with you!! i like to think that tristan's actually really academically smart (and lowkey a ravenclaw like you but chilton screams ravenclaw so maybe im projecting here), he just doesn't use his potential. but i think you could give him a little nudge in the right direction- the art gallery dates and the fact that he's constantly looking over your shoulder at your books helps.

tristan loves making out. like i cannot express enough how much he adores it. so the physical touch love language plays out really well- i think he struggles a bit more with quality time cause he uses a sort of mischevious persona some of the time to hide his genuine qualities. but you'd probably develop some banter, you'd ask him questions and he'd answer (whether he's a good liar or not is up to you), and thats how you'd grow close. he'd also carry your poetry books everywhere and he'd be really sad if your moon phases didnt fit together (like the tiktok trend lmao).

also just the entirety of gilmore girls is so autumn so right away, assuming you lived in stars hollow, tristan would pretend to hate all the autumn events but he'd secretly love them (he probably got lots of attention from ms patty).

idk if you'll like this or not but i genuinely think tristan's a good guy, albeit one with bad boundaries (but he's also like really rich so it kinda makes sense). i really wish rory had gotten a chance to date him in the show tbh, he had so much potential.

#eva rose<3 #ily #tristan dugray #gilmore girls #bea's celly #moots <3

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adriankennedy · 1 year

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if you’re hearing TANGERINE by GLASS ANIMALS playing, you have to know ADRIAN KENNEDY (HE/HIM; CIS MAN) is near by! the TWENTY-EIGHT year old SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGER has been in denver for, like, THREE YEARS. they’re known to be quite UNCERTAIN, but being CREATIVE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble JOE KEERY. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those SCROLLING THROUGH TIKTOK AT 3AM, FOLLOWING YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH ON INSTAGRAM, CALLING IT A DAY AFTER TWO DRINKS, and LAUGHING ALONG AT JUST THE RIGHT TIME vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RINO DISTRICT long enough!

BASICS

NAME: Adrian Joseph Kennedy

AGE: Twenty-eight

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis man, he/him

SEXUALITY: Queer, undefined

EYE COLOR: Dark brown

HAIR COLOR: Medium brown

HEIGHT: 5'10"

ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius

BACKGROUND

EDUCATION: High school graduate

OCCUPATION: Social media manager, youtuber

HOMETOWN: Sacramento, California

QUICK BACKSTORY tw: Parental neglect, sexuality confusion

He was born in Sacramento, California to two parents who couldn’t care less about himself and his two other siblings. A harsh start? Maybe, but that’s exactly how it was for him too. The kids pretty much had to fend for themselves, and any time the parents were surprisingly home, it was nothing but arguments and complaints. So, early on, Adrian was determined to get out. And he did, at just eighteen.

Once he was out, he used up the rest of his meager savings from working two jobs to buy a camera and quickly went on documenting his California adventures with his siblings whenever they visited. It didn’t take long for a following to amass, for him to turn to vlogging instead as well as skits, and soon he was a popular YouTube figure before it could even be called a career.

Eventually being a YouTuber brought sponsorships and actual money, and he was able to make the move to Los Angeles where he’d be closer to Hollywood and the hub of all things entertainment on the west coast. He moved his little sister in with him to be his camera woman and things were all good from there... for a long time. He even recently had a brief stint as a talk show host before he quit and went on a year-long hiatus from the world.

The reason? His personal life was a mess. Romantic attention from women made him a mess, and attention from men made him an even bigger, more confused mess. He took to shunning everyone and the eventual lying to himself took an internal toll that left him running off and disappearing for said year.

When he came back, he’d of course lost some following, but the core of his audience remained. Adrian took to making videos like before but this time made a side series about interviewing people within the city for fun. He’d moved to Denver for a change in scenery and has now settled with a day job of being a social media manager for a local news station.

HEADCANONS

Has a cat named Tuna that likes to bolt whenever he opens his apartment door. So, chances are he's asked his neighbors if they've seen him

Has a stupid recurring joke that he can be called Ri-ri too sorry Rihanna

WANTED

His little sister is a wc i’ll be putting in later!

General friends honestly just give him people to go to brunch with

Maybe an ex-but-not-really he nearly got serious with but he freaked out at the last second and kind of just... dipped?? Cue the old angst

Neighbors would be cool and I love those plots

Fans of his YouTube channel? Or even non-fans who think he's cringe

Hinge dates! Let's throw our muses together and plan nothing

#chq;intro

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sorryiapologized · 1 year

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I'm starting a blog. So I've hit rock bottom.

I used to think Blogs were only for desperate mothers and that one dog from the Disney Channel show (RIP). Now, I've realized that I fit into some third category: 20-somethings who want to feel some sort of connection with internet strangers. Do I seek validation? Idk maybe. Maybe I'm just lonely. Or maybe I'm having one of the worst days in my adult life.

I've also decided to do this because I am a special type of mentally ill. I have (undiagnosed) ADHD and a custom blend of Anxiety and Depression. This means that I need to be around others to be held accountable to do virtually anything. My therapist says journaling will help, but I need an audience to listen to my woes. If I'm not writing for someone else, what's the point, right?

So, here's how my day went.

My person is sick. They stayed home from work today. And I woke up to a blizzard. In Seattle. It was already a bad omen. I spent the morning trying to take care of them, as well as our two dogs and cat, let the maintenance dudes in and out and in and out of my apartment because they had to fix this giant hole (NO this is not a porn blog, get your mind out of the gutter, dear reader) and on top of all that I had my weekly Wednesday meeting that takes 25 minutes longer than it should.

On the off chance my person has COVID, I told my boss I would not make it into the office today. I work remotely and only go in once a week for a few hours to make promotional tik toks because apparently nobody over the age of 25 knows what's cool anymore. (I probably don't either, because I'm making a blog.) My boss told me I needed to come in so they could talk to me. That didn't sit right with me.

For the next two hours I fretted over what it could be they needed to talk about. Then I did this stupid journaling thing my therapist said. I wrote down all my anxieties and then picked apart what was real and what my brain was jumping to.

Here's what I came up with:

Real: I am a good writer.

Real: I am invaluable to the paper I work for.

Real: I am the only one who knows how to effectively use tiktok.

Anxiety: They would want to fire me because sometimes I misuse punctuation and have trouble spelling.

Well, it turns out anxiety won over today. I got to work and they immediately told me to take a walk outside with them. It was snowing. I was in a cropped sweatshirt. They then lit up a cigarette. Blowing smoke into my face, they bluntly told me that if it weren't for the 70 year old ad manager who can't use a computer I would be the weakest link at our newspaper. Our copy editor hates me because I use too many run-on sentences. They said for someone with degrees in both English and Political Science I make a lot of dumb mistakes, like this week when I thought the author of Anne of Green Gables was "Ellen Montgomery." They said if I don't improve very quickly, I might get fired.

And then I went back inside and pretended to work for another hour like a moron.

I walked home in the snow, shivering my bellybutton off because not only do I not know how to use commas but I also don't know how to wear a coat. I huddled up next to my person, who looks more like a zombie than the adorable little monkey they usually are. They had a 101 degree fever so I told them to take another COVID test. It was positive. Who is still getting COVID in 2023?? At least they didn't start a blog. That would be even more embarrassing.

I was supposed to go to a birthday party tonight, for friends I had already canceled plans with three times. At this point I'm worried it looks like I'm trying not to hang out with them, even though they're the coolest people I know. So, instead of partying and getting high with my favorite local comedians on a rooftop, I ordered takeout and sat on my couch alone, trying not to cry.

If you're still with me, dear reader, I will treat you to an excerpt from my diary:

I was supposed to go to Stephanie's party. Instead, I am sitting on the couch trying not to cry into a takeout burrito while I binge a whole mini-series about the FLDS Cult to try and feel a little bit better about my life. And I can't even cuddle with my person because they're locked in isolation in our bedroom.

Sleeping on the couch, questioning my future, and basking in loneliness? This must be what 45 year old men in a midlife crisis feel like. Fuck, I'm even getting into religion with this show.

So, there I have it, the lowest point in my life since I graduated college, moved to Seattle, and got what I thought would only be a temporary job. A job that I very well might get fired from. Maybe the real reason I've decided to start this blog is to prove to myself that I am a good writer after all. Even if I do spell a few words wrong here and their.

Also, Oliver, my cat, is throwing a tantrum because he is stuck in the living room with me until his other parent gets over COVID. He is not happy. I wonder if he'll try to eat me in my sleep?

#dayinthelife #cats #black cats #journalist #journalism #women writers #quarter life crisis #fuck covid #seattle #comedy #blog post #20 something #bad day #does it get better?#i'm sorry

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chiruba · 3 years

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JJK BOYS' REACTING TO S/O IN A BUNNY OUTFIT !

req. hiii bestie !! i can smell potential in this account, so i'm here for a request ! jjk boys' reaction to their s/o wearing a bunny girl/boy outfit (they lost a bet) ?? maybe with... megumi, inumaki and gojo ?? thank you and i give you all my love and support for your work!!!❤️❤️️

an. HII BESTIE!! i loved this req omg and thank u for supporting me!! hope i did this req justice <3

ft. gojo, fushiguro, inumaki x fem!reader

wc. 1.5k

genre. fluff

tw. a lil suggestive but like 99% sfw

► MASTERLIST ► TAGLIST ►

GOJO SATORU ►

— this mf would be so cocky and teasing about it

— definitely the type to whistle and wiggle his eyebrows

— he's probably the one that made the bet with you

— and of course he made it knowing he'd win

"satoru!" you whine from behind the closed bathroom door, thoroughly embarrassed. "are you kidding? i'm not wearing this!" well, to be fair, you were already wearing it, but coming out of your sacred space the bathroom in it? absolutely not.

"come on!" you heard him say, his tone clearly teasing and excited. "you lost the bet, after all!"

"and you cheated to win!"

"baby-"

"no."

gojo let out a dramatic sigh, and you could practically imagine him pressing an exaggerated hand to his heart. "fine!" he said, letting out another sigh, "i guess our bets mean nothing to you."

"it's a stupid bet, satoru-"

"i understand, don't worry." you groaned, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend's usual childish antics. you could hear him shuffling from the other side of the door, "i'll just go to bed." you let a sigh, glancing to the large mirror to your right, your reflection staring back at you. you felt your face get hot at the thought of showing this to gojo. i mean, you could use it to try and get back at your boyfriend for all the times he'd teased you, and maybe even fluster him a bit? impossible, but a girl can dream.

"...fine." you grumble so quietly you're unsure if he even heard it - until you hear the giddy squeal come out of your boyfriend's mouth from the other side of the door, catching you so off guard that you can't help but let out a snort. before you even have a chance to do so yourself, gojo swings open the door and catches you as you stumble out.

he grins at you cheekily, one eyebrow raised and a low whistle sounding from his lips. "you were already wearing it?" he asks, and before you can respond a bright light flashes in your eye, and you realise he's taking pictures.

"satoru!" you go to cover your head, immediately regretting your decision. "i'm changing back right now!" you exclaim and try to rush back into the bathroom, only to be stopped by him pulling you back gently, his chest colliding with your body.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI ►

— BLUSHY BABY!

— he'd be so embarrassed even looking at you LOL

— doesn't mean he won't look though

— would probably be like "what are you doing?" all grumbly and annoyed

— but his eyes stay trained on you and the outfit

you didn't think last week that your saturday night would be spent waiting on your boyfriend's bed, dressed head to toe in a bunny girl outfit while you waited for him to get done showering. it originally began when nobara showed you a funny tiktok of someone else pranking their significant other while they were dressed in a bunny outfit, and you'd both joked about doing it to your respective significant others. you had teased nobara, doubting that maki would be flustered even by such an outfit, which then led her to tease you about how fushiguro wouldn't even bat an eye at it. and, well, here you are.

you want to blame nobara for this entire fiasco, but you can't help the scratch of curiosity you yourself have about your antisocial boyfriend's reaction. if you're being entirely honest, the thought of making him flustered makes you a bit giddy. you decide to wrap yourself in his bed covers, seeing that fushiguro's designated showering time is ending soon, and then duck your head under the covers like a child hiding from a monster. the door lock clicks, and you hear the familiar sound of the sliding door.

"what are you doing?" fushiguro asks, closing the door behind him as he makes his way over to the mound on his bed. you giggle and hug the covers closer.

"take a guess," you tease, and you were sure if you could see him he'd be rolling his eyes.

"i don't know," he responded bluntly, "are you cold? i'll warm you up." you could hear the slight grumble in his voice at the last part, clearly still getting used to voicing his affections. it made your heart flutter a little, and you decided to stop teasing, mostly because it was the first time today you'd be able to see your boyfriend's face. you quickly pulled the covers back, sitting up on his bed as you stared up at fushiguro with an innocent grin.

"wha?!-" fushiguro spluttered, pink immediately beginning to stain his cheeks. his mouth hang open as he stared at you, eyes rapidly glancing around your outfit. "what are you doing?" he asked, gulping obviously after his sentence.

"what do ya think?" you teasingly asked, deciding to stand up and give a quick spin around, only flustering fushiguro further. "maybe this should be my halloween outfit? oh, we could even match! you could be a magician-" fushiguro let out a noise similar to a growl, and the next thing you knew, you were back in his bed, covers one again wrapped around your body like a cloak.

"no." he said plainly, and you had to hold back your laughter.

"no? no what, love?" he scrunched up his face at the nickname, but you could tell he liked it just by the simple fact that he'd never told you to stop. your teasing smile dropped when he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting on your ear as he whispered,

"i wanna be the only one to see you that way."

INUMAKI TOGE ►

— he got so flustered at first omg

— and said the one word that came to his mind - "wow."

— inumaki has such great control when it comes to his speech, he already knew it would be a safe word

— what he doesn't have great self-control over is, honestly, his love for you

— inumaki's just so amazed at how you're his s/o

— after he gets over his initial flustered reaction, he tackles you in affection <3

you were sure that you've never been more embarrassed in your life than now. nobara had suggested the grand idea of playing 'truth or dare' for girls' night, and sadly, your turn had ended up in maki's hands. you thought that maki couldn't come up with anything too bad, especially not this late at night, and so you went with the dare.

...and now here you are, dressed in a bunny girl outfit, standing in the middle of your boyfriend, inumaki toge's, room. the outfit was bought last halloween as a complete joke between the three of you, and you had completely forgotten about it afterwards, keeping it in the deepest part of your closet. how had maki even come up with that on the spot? damn her brains. your phone pinged, vibrating on inumaki's desk where you had put it, and you glanced over to see nobara's text;

'he's coming!!'

the simple message made your heart pound, your head frantically snapping back to look at the door as you waited for your boyfriend to come through. you held your breath when you heard a key being inserted into the door, and a small noise of surprise when inumaki realised the door wasn't locked. he quickly understood that you were most likely in his room.

"kombu-" inumaki froze, quite literally froze. it reminded you of the times he'd unzipped his collar and whispered the words "don't move,", his enemies bodies going rigid just as his just did.

you began to speak, and then realised, what the fuck were you meant to say in this situation? you'd been so focused on when inumaki would come through the door, you hadn't even thought about what to say when he did. you quite literally felt the way your heart fluttered when you heard inumaki let out a quiet breath, and you heard him whisper,

"wow."

it was already rare to hear your boyfriend's soft voice, even when he was simply speaking in onigiri ingredients, and you were shocked that you had caused this much of a reaction from him.

inumaki finally took back control of his body as he dropped the plastic white bag full of late-night snacks he was out getting, quickly shutting the door behind him and rushing over to you. his arms snaked around your waist, and you stumbled when he pulled you from the middle of his room to his bed.

"toge!" you yelled, arms wrapping around him automatically. you giggled when he began bombarding you in kisses, kissing you on the tip of your nose, the corners of your mouth and continually along your jaw, each a sweet peck full of affection that was more than enough to convey inumaki's feelings. "toge," you whined, now lowering your voice, "maki and nobara are probably right outside the door!" inumaki continues to hold you close while he reaches into his shorts pockets, pulling out his phone and typing a quick message, still giving you sweet pecks as you read his text.

'too bad. ur mine now <3'

ill give u a kiss goodnight if u reblog <3

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whirlybirbs · 3 years

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give us a morsel... a taste..... shang-chi please......

IN THE LOUD | a shang-chi drabble

summary: xialing called on a favor. you owed her as much.

pairing: shang-chi / ex-black widow!reader

a/n: this is not spoiler free! set after the events of shang-chi & the ten rings! enjoy a little something that cooked in my little pea brain on the way home — because god, that was a good movie. enjoy a cute little something, starring a gif from @tylorswift's beautiful gif set here!

Things have been quiet.

Granted, quiet was sort of the thing Shang-Chi had been chasing for the last decade, but... This was a different sort of quiet. It's the sort of quiet that puts him on edge — like the tipping point before of a storm, when the wind begins to shift and the balance favors the coming rain.

...Okay, fine.

Maybe he's being dramatic.

Katy thinks he's being dramatic.

He can — yea, sure! He can see how that's a little dramatic.

But, c'mon. It's been three weeks since he and Katy met Wong, Dr. Banner, and Captain freakin' Marvel — y'know, The Avengers? Three insane weeks and... really, all Shang-Chi has to show for it is that stupid Twitch stream that people have started to make Tiktok edits of. Seriously, the whole Bus Boy bit was getting a little old.

But, in all fairness, the world didn't know about Ta-Lo and it was probably better off that way. For now, being known around SanFran as Bus Boy was probably for the best.

For now, the quiet is unnerving, especially when the Rings sit untouched, tucked away neatly under his bed.

It's sending out some sort of message... A beacon...

He still doesn't know what that means. Apparently, Wong doesn't either. He hasn't texted.

So, what? For now, Shang-Chi continues on as Shaun, the valet guy?

Shuffling inside of Montero's Pizza, the dark-haired man shrugs off the tumbling mess of thoughts that have been weighing him down for the last month. It would be easier if Xialing would just call him back. Then, maybe he wouldn't feel so in the dark —

As Shang-Chi steps up to the counter, he takes note of the person in the booth to the right of the door. He's seen you before.

...He has.

A lot.

In the last week, four times at best.

The pizza shop is small — a favorite of his and Katy's — and suddenly what had seemed like an easy take-out might be turning into something more.

Shang-Chi pays, offers the owner a smile and a decent tip, and steps out the door.

Sure enough, the person follows.

I mean — that is your job, after all.

You've been following the man for, what? The last two weeks?

In all honesty, you'd let your hunger get the better of you. You've never had a calzone before — that was never really on the dinner menu back home with Dreykov.

Home.

What a bitter word.

You toss your paper plate out, wave to Mr. Montero, and duck back to the street — only to find that the man you've had your eye on this whole time is waiting beneath the awning.

From the corner of your eye, as you freeze, you can see a smirk.

"You've been following me."

"Took you long enough to catch on," you say slyly, turning to lift your chin just enough that you meet his gaze from beneath your ball-cap.

You can see a glimmer of confusion flash across his face — you have to smirk back.

Shang-Chi notes the Russian threatening to penetrate your words. The accent hangs over every syllable, adding delicate dips and rolls where there usually are none. While he can appreciate it, he isn't too keen to find out why the fuck a Russian is following him.

That's, like, the start of every Bond movie.

"Really," you breathe as you swagger a bit closer, "You're sort of boring—"

"Hey," he calls out, stepping back; then, his eyes widen, "Hold on — I'm not boring."

"Totally boring," you chide, moving to poke at the box, "Seriously? Plain cheese pizza?"

Shang-Chi narrows his eyes. "...Who are you?"

You shrug, cross your arms, and cock a hip. "Someone who totally would have at least gotten one topping. Or two."

"That's not an answer."

You can see his posture shift.

You seem unfazed.

"I'm not going to fight you in the middle of the street," you say plainly, gesturing to the box in his arms, "That would be a waste of Mr. Montero's talents. I might be a killer but I am not cruel."

...Okay, what the fuck?

"Who are you?" Shang-Chi asks a bit more forcefully; there's a fire in his eyes that burns — and you suddenly see the family connection.

"Xialing sent me," you offer a tilt of the head, "To watch."

His brows raise. "That's shady."

"Your sister ran one of the most successful fight clubs in the world," you say scathingly, "Shady is sort of her deal."

You begin to move as if you're going to walk away.

His voice calls out.

"And you? What's your deal?"

You stop in your tracks.

...It was a good question. One you'd been trying to figure out since the Red Room came crashing out of the sky and a hundred red girls had bled into the earth they'd once been hidden from. You had a new chance at a life — and while fighting was what you knew best, you owed Natasha.

If keeping an eye on a would-be Avenger is enough, you'd pay that debt in blood. Be it for Nat, Yelena, or Xialing... Whoever.

After all, the world needed Shang-Chi.

"I'm still trying to figure that out."

Shang-Chi throws his head back, rolling his eyes at the cryptic answer, but when his gaze lands on the spot you'd been standing, you're gone.

All that remains is quiet.

#shang-chi x reader #shang-chi imagine #shang-chi/reader #shang-chi reader insert #shang-chi x you #shang-chi x y/n #shang-chi/you #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #WOOWOWOWOW #in the loud

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeHva3Te/

This could be so good with Tom. Imagine you’re shopping with the boys as well 🤍

stop 😭 😭 he’d get so flustered bye

( for those of u who don’t wanna watch the tiktok, it’s captioned “when your boyfriend wears sweats to target so you try to get him hard at every chance u get” )

(that being said, this is a warning for major boners & boner related talks, lol)

wc: 1.3k

—

A quick trip to the supermarket meant neither you nor Tom (or any of the other boys, for that matter) bothered with changing into appropriate clothes. You basically went in your pajamas — for you, that meant Tom’s hoodie and flannel pants. For Tom, however, that meant his favorite jumper, a beanie, and a sexy pair of grey sweatpants.

Tom sits beside you in the driver’s seat, once again debating with Harry if the house needs another set of ridiculous pots for the backyard garden. It’s been an ongoing debate of “we need fairy-themed ones!” to “the ones we have are perfectly fine!” You’re not sure if you should get involved at all.

A buzz in your pocket alerts you that someone must have texted you, so you pull your phone out. In a text, your friend had sent you a TikTok and added her own message.

aisha: this is so something u would do

Intrigued, you tap on the link. It successfully takes you to the app, and after impatiently waiting, you watch as the girl in the video teases her boyfriend in various places in the supermarket. You smirk to yourself, glancing up to make sure nobody else has managed to see what you’re viewing on your phone. Quickly, you save the video and text your friend back.

you: im so doing this. we’re heading to the store now. i’ll update with the vid soon.

Not a second later, she responds.

aisha: you’re evil.

aisha: and i envy you

The next ten minutes go by in a blur. You figure out how to format the video and, after brief bickering between Sam and Harrison about who gets to sit in the cart, the six of you pile into the store.

You head to the produce section first. (You’re not sure why. Every single time, you tell them the delicate vegetables should be piled on top of everything else, meaning you attend to this section of the store last. It seems like nobody else cares about squished tomatoes, though.)

The boys split up; Harry and Tuwaine team up on the broccoli section, managing to get the gross Brussel sprouts Tom loves more than you. Harrison goes off towards the fruits and Sam stays put in the cart.

Tom manages to take control of where the cart is going and he parks in front of the barrel of onions. Sam holds open the bag while Tom picks and chooses the ones he wants. Pondering how to go about this, you finally decide to just go for it.

“Don’t get that one,” you interject, stepping forward. “Get this one, and the one over there.”

Tom nods, not thinking much about the situation. You decide to keep moving forward, but instead of going around the cart, you squeeze yourself in between the shelves and Tom, successfully rubbing up against his crotch. Faintly, you hear his breath hitch, and after walking away, you quickly turn around to see Tom. You’ve ducked from his view, but he’s staring at where you just were, exhaling deeply and trying to maintain his composure.

You know this “look” better than anything. Quickly, you whip out your phone and begin recording the first part of your TikTok. You snicker to yourself, watching as Tom sets the bag of onions in the cart and quickly puts his hands in front of his crotch. You’re knee-deep in your own laughter when Harry and Tuwaine curiously come up to you.

Hastily, you shut your phone off and shove it in your pocket, standing up straight and acting as normal as possible.

“What was-”

“Nothing. Did you guys get the lettuce?”

“Yeah…” Harry trails off suspiciously. They decide to let it slide, and the three of you make your way back over to the cart.

“We done here?” Tuwaine asks. Murmured yes’s float around and the six of you leave the produce section and head off to the pharmacy section of the store.

“Do we need more toothpaste?”

“No, but we need more floss.”

“Ugh. Mouth stuff,” Harry groans.

You step closer to Tom, phone in hand, and you lean close to his ear. “Maybe we could do some mouth stuff later.” You whisper.

Tom’s eyes go wide and he looks at you in shock. You wear a proud smirk and grip your phone tighter, leaning close to him again and getting ready to record his reaction. “Y’know? Maybe I could suck your-”

“Stop it, Y/N,” he says firmly, eyeing you. You shrug in response, still wearing a proud smirk.

“What?” You say innocently.

Tom gets desperate and, after a few seconds, puts his hands on his knees for support — and paints it as if he’s leaning down to look for something on the shelf.

“Tom, mate, you good?” Harrison asks.

Tom looks up, exhales harshly, and nods. “Yep,” he stands, waddling off to another part of the aisle where you record, away from everyone else.

“What are you doing?” he whisper-shouts at you, still somewhat leaning on his knees.

“Nothing, daddy,” you say innocently. His eyes widen and he groans again, this time looking up at the ceiling in despair.

“Whatever game you two are playing, I really don’t want to be a part of it.” Harrison strides over.

“Yeah, you two have been acting weird all day. What’s up with that?” Sam asks.

You turn to Tom, teasingly clicking your tongue as a motivator for him to respond. “Yeah, Tommy. What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” he says through clenched teeth and a forced smile.

Harry rolls his eyes and moves the cart to the next aisle, the rest of the boys trailing behind him. You and Tom linger a little longer.

“What’s on your mind, Tommy?”

“Nothing,” he seethes, leaning over again to conceal any bulge that may be visible.

“Oh yeah,” you stroke his cheek with a giggle before running a hand through his curls. “What’s going through that big brain of yours?” He only eyes you, and you bite your lip. “Something dirty?” You whisper.

“Y/N,” he drags on, whining.

“What?”

“Why are you doing this to me?” He squeezes his eyes shut.

“What?” You whisper back. “It’s not my fault you’re thinking of fucking me.”

“Jesus Christ love,” he goes back into his leaning position. You giggle again, being another recording for your tiktok.

“Shouldn’t have worn sweats,” you say quietly. “Why did you wear sweats?”

“Because I’m stupid,” he groans an “ugh,” and wipes the sweat off his forehead. “I’m a div, that’s why.”

You chuckle again, “Yeah, you are.”

“You’re evil,” he looks up. “And you’re recording this! I can’t believe you.”

“What?” You tease. “Not my fault you’re hard.”

“Yes it is!” he gasps, locking eyes with you. “Is that why you’re teasing me? Is this another one of those tickey clock things?”

“What?” You laugh in bewilderment, looking at your boyfriend as if he’s crazy.

“You know what I mean! Those- those prank your boyfriend videos!”

“...Yes…”

“Y/N!”

“Sorry!” You exclaim with a smile. “It’s just fun to see you all flustered for me,” you run a hand through his hair, and he eventually stands straight, successfully calming himself down. “You good?”

“Mhm,” he nods at you, reaching for one of your hands.

“Good,” you smile with a glint he almost recognizes.

“What’re you-”

“Let’s go to the lube section.”

“Y/NNN!”

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