#so you couldn't tell right away from looking at them

[woso-dreamzzz]

Shots III

Magdalena Eriksson x Child!Reader

Fridolina Rolfö x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You need a flu shot

"So they just jab it in?" Frido asks over dinner, mouth open and eyes wide.

"Yeah," Magda says, nodding furiously," Needle out and just jabbed in." She demonstrates with her hand. "It's the worst. It hurts her super bad."

"That's awful. You'd think they'd find a pain-free version to deliver vaccines. But she's all caught up, right?"

Magda shakes her head. "I forgot to take her to get her flu shot before we left Germany. Pernille's so mad at me."

"But we're only in camp, right? There's no way she's going to sick. I mean-"

Frido's cut off by a loud sneeze from Filippa followed by a brutal round of coughing.

"Pernille's going to kill you."

Magda groans, burying her head in her hands. "I've arranged with the team doctors to give Princesse her shot here."

"But..." Frido frowns. "She won't like it here anymore if we make her get shots!"

"I think that's Pernille's plan," Magda replies," If we give Princesse shots here then she'll stop wanting to come. It's genius."

"It's rude."

"Still genius though."

Frido sighs loudly, shaking her head. "I can't believe you put us in this position, Magda! Why couldn't you have just taken her to get her shot in Germany?"

"It slipped my mind!"

"Well now she's going to slip away from Sweden!" Frido continues," We can't let her start going back to Denmark! She'll want to play for their team soon enough! We can't lose her!"

"I know!" Magda replies," But I also don't want to lose Princesse privileges and that will definitely happen if we don't take her to get her shot."

"This is awful," Frido bemoans," I can't believe it's come to this."

Zećira, who had been silent through the entire conversation, sighs. "You're so dramatic."

Dramatic or not, Magda is forced to take you to get your flu shot. Pernille might actually kill her if she doesn't and Frido tags along for the ride, supposedly to remind you of all the great things Sweden has that Denmark hasn't like IKEA and Zećira.

"I know Zećira is here," You tell Frido as Magda leads you into the doctor's office," She's always here."

"I know," Frido says," But just remember how much you like being taught by Zećira."

"I know that!" You say, cheeks puffed out in annoyance," You're being weird!"

Before Frido can defend herself though, Magda hauls you up onto the little bed set up in the room.

"So," The nice doctor man says," Just a flu shot, is that right?"

"That's right."

"Morsa forgot to take me when we were in Germany," You tell him, much to Magda's embarrassment," Momma yelled at her for ages and ages and ages and ages-"

"She's never had a reaction to them before?" The doctor asks Magda.

"-And ages and ages and ages-"

"No reactions," Magda confirms, feeling a sense of nausea creeping in," She's always been fine with them."

"-And ages and ages!" You finish," And Morsa had to sleep on the sofa and I took her space in the Big Bed!"

The nice doctor man smiles at you. "That sounds cool." He wheels himself closer. "Can you open your mouth for me, please?"

You do as you're told and he inspects your throat before moving his hands to check your neck hasn't swelled up. He checks your temperature too and whatever he finds satisfies him because he wheels away to get the medicine Morsa said you were getting given today.

Frido has to hold her breath. it's been a long time since she's had to have any shots herself. She's forgotten what they look like.

Tears already start building in her eyes as the doctor brings out the syringe, uncapping the top.

It doesn't look sharp. In fact it doesn't look like any needle Frido's ever seen before and that makes it so much worse.

It doesn't look like it would easily go into skin so it's definitely going to hurt you a lot.

She sucks in a ragged gasp for air before holding her breath again.

"Have you ever had this done before?" The nice doctor man asks and you nod your head.

"Momma took me last year!"

"And did it look like this?"

You study it for a moment. "Uh-huh."

"Well, it looks like you're a pro. You ready?"

"Yes."

To Frido and Magda's horror, he positions the syringe in your nose, releasing the vaccine quickly before turning to do the same with your other nostril.

"I...I think I feel sick," Frido says, clutching her tummy.

She doesn't know why you're not crying. It must have hurt much more to have the needle jabbed into your nose twice.

She had no idea doctors were working out ways to make kids hate having shots even more.

"All done!" The doctor says," Would you like a sticker?"

"Yes, please!"

You choose a sticker with a kitten on it, slamming it straight onto your shirt before jumping down from the bed.

Frido and Magda are still clutching each other, traumatised from what they've just witnessed.

You frown. "You're both being weird. It was just a spray."

Magda freezes. "Huh?"

"I makes my nose all tingly but I'm fine!" You give them both a beaming smile.

"A spray?"

"Yes," The doctor says," We've started to move away from giving young children actually injections to help against flu. The nasal spray is much more effective...and painless."

#woso x reader #hardersson x reader #magdalena eriksson x reader #magdalena eriksson #fridolina rolfö x reader #fridolina rolfö #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso #the big adventures universe

[judesfavflvr]

could you do like jude on stream playing fifa w like trent and reader comes in and it’s just rlly sweet and everyone in the streams wants to talk to her🎀

 ༊*·˚ jude's booming voice echoed through the house as he reminded trent just how much better he was, and you could only roll your eyes with a smile on your face. it was lunch time, and you had prepared him some. you plated the pasta alongside a cup of water and went to his room, tray in hand.

you knocked on the door as you walked in, drawing his attention to you. he smiled, pushing one side of his headphones back as he pushed his chair away from the desk, setting his controller down and emptying the edge of his desk so you could set the food down.

"thank you" he kissed your cheek as you leaned down, his voice much softer now than it was a few seconds ago, and you could hear trent teasing him through the headphones, making fun of his tone.

"yes chat, this is my girlfriend" you looked at his monitors, one of them displaying his paused game, the other containing the chat of his stream that was now going crazy. jude spoke up, his mouth full of food as he pointed at the screen, "they want to talk to you, babe"

you chuckled, shaking your head at first, reluctant to join his stream. but trent's loud voice came from jude's speakers, telling jude he'd rather talk to you than him.

"come here, just a bit, yeah?" jude looked up at you with a smile as he spoke, and you finally gave in. you sat on the arm of his chair, letting him place the headphones over your ears, and suddenly trent's voice was much clearer.

"finally, i couldn't take another second of talking to your boyfriend" you chuckled, shaking your head at his antics. jude reminded trent that he could still hear him, but trent just ignored him. jude let his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you down so you were propped on his thigh.

the chat was going crazy and you couldn't keep up, but jude was much more used to this than you. he spoke through a mouthful once again to reply to one of the comments, "she made me pasta, chat"

"stop talking while your mouth is full, jude. you're going to choke" you mumbled, looking up at him. he made a point of swallowing loudly before speaking up.

"happy?" and you nodded. he looked back at the chat before looking back at you, "they're asking why you're dating me. hold on, what's that supposed to mean?"

"if only i knew why" you said with a teasing smile, looking back at the screen before he could give you the pout you knew was coming.

"they're right, i don't get it" trent finally spoke up again, making jude grumble under his breath.

it went on like that for a few minutes, the two of you answering as many questions as you could catch, jude's fingers playing with the fabric of your shirt as to keep his hands busy.

finally, jude had finished his plate so you got up, plopping the headphones back onto his head.

"i have to go, bye trent, bye chat." you spoke with a smile on your face as you waved before picking up the tray and leaving, but not before placing a kiss on jude's cheek, his eyes glued to your ass as you walked away.

"we can see you ogling, ya creep" jude groaned at trent's comment.

#ʚɞ lanita writes #jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x reader #jb5 #jude bellingham fanfic #x reader #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham x you #fluff #jb

[vivwritesfics]

Hi!! Can you please do one where y/n has been feeling really sick but doesn’t tell lando about it bc he’s been stressed at work and stuff. She ends up kind of being antisocial and rotting in bed bc of her sickness and lando ends up suggesting a break since she doesn’t seem to suit his lifestyle anymore. Y/n ends up running into landos mom at the dr office for a checkup where she finds out she’s pregnant. She asks Cisca to keep it a secret but she ofc tells lando she saw y/n at the dr office. Ending however you want! Thank youuuu

changed slightly buuuuut i like it

Warnings: hospitals, vivi knowing nothing about hospitals

She was sick of everything. Not because she was literally sick of everything, but she was feeling hot and bothered, generally shitty, and her head fucking killed.

Everybody was pissing her off. Her co-workers, her boss. That random guy on the bus that was breathing just a little bit too loud. He noticed her glaring, but went right back to breathing just as loudly.

The minute she got into the apartment, she sagged. She checked the keys on the hook, except no keys were there. It was a little bit of a relief that her boyfriend wasn't home at that minute; there was no telling her close she would have been to snapping at him.

She crawled under the bedsheets, never to emerge again...

Except no because Lando wasn't going to let her rot in bed. When he got home that night, she explained it to him, explained that he was feeling so shitty. Immediately he'd gotten her pain killers, water, and toast.

After four days of her just rotting in their bed, Lando was sick of it. Well, not sick of it, but he was worried. Incredibly worried.

He sat by her bedside and brushed her hair away from her forehead. "I'm begging you to go to the hospital baby," he said and squeezed her hand. "Please."

She stared at him, looking positively grumpy. "I'm fine, Lan," she assured him as she sat up. "I'm gonna go into work tomorrow, I promise."

He released a sigh, but he trusted her. If she said she was fine, then she's fine.

"Keep me updated when I'm racing, please," he said and she agreed.

And she did go into work the next day, but she felt so fucking shitty. She had no choice but to go to the hospital.

Fucking hospitals, she hated them. Sitting there anxiously as she waited to be called into the doctors office. Her knee bounced and she kept her arms wrapped around her midsection, staring down at the floor.

But then she was called into the doctors office. Her steps were quicks as she rushed forward.

"Well, miss L/N," he said as he looked at the results from her bloodwork. "Congratulations, mom!" He pushed the results towards her.

With shaking hands, she picked up the paper and looked at it. Her information, stuff that was too much for her brain to read, and then the results. Yep, she was pregnant. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "No. No, no, no."

Tears sprung to her eyes as she put the paper back onto the doctors desk. "I-I need to call my mother in law."

No, she couldn't call Lando. Not while he was racing, not while he was on the other side of the world. It would just worry him while he couldn't get to her. So, instead, she called her future mother in law.

Cisca Norris arrived at the hospital as soon as she could. She found her in the waiting room, where she had been stopping herself from freaking out. But her nails were digging into her palms, leaving little crescent shapes in her skin. "Oh, darling," Cisca said as she pulled her to her feet.

As soon as they got outside, she was in tears, barely able to keep herself standing. But Cisca got her into the car and calmed her down. She talked her through it, got her to the point where she was no longer crying.

"I think you should tell Lando," Cisca said, and she immediately shook her head.

"No, Cisca, I can't! I can't, I can't, I can't." It took everything in her to not break down into tears.

But Cisca just squeezed her hands. "You can do this." She waited for a confirming nod before she called Lando.

His voice came loud and clear through the car. "Hey mum," he said, seemingly without a care in the world.

She sucked in a breath. "Lan?" She squeezed.

"Baby?" He couldn't hide the concern in his voice.

Her entire body shook as she squeezed her eye shut. "Lando, you're gonna be a dad."

She was so quiet, it wasn't clear whether Lando had heard it or not. The slight pause he took didn't help. But then, "Holy shit! I'm gonna be a fucking dad! Let's go!"

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris x you #ln4 #ln4 imagine #ln4 x reader #f1 #formula one #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine

[lizthewriter]

red wine supernova / regina george

SUMMARY  regina george has made you the new victim of her attention. it's a different kind of attention than you expected from her.

QUOTE  "she was a playboy, bridgette bardot, / she showed me things i didn't know, / she did it right there, out on the deck, / put her canine teeth in the side of my neck," - red wine supernova by chappell roan

WORD COUNT  1.1K

WRITTEN  6.3.2024

you've always been introverted and shy - some people were loud, rambunctious, easily likeable. easily sociable. it had never been that easy for you - anxiety rumbling at the bottom of your stomach every time you spoke to someone new, hands trembling and voice stuttering as you spoke in front of the class. it didn't help when others began to tease you for it - it only made you more reclusive.

but then, she noticed you. everyone knew who she was. regina george. queen bee of the mean girls, the plastics, the fake and bake's, whatever people liked to call them these days. and believe me, no one wanted to be noticed by regina george, not the way she noticed you.

it started out as small, targeted comments in the lunch line. on your clothes, on the foos you ate, on the way you did your hair. cute, girly tips hidden behind the pretentiousness of a pig with lip glass. okay, perhaps that was taking things way too far. she was gorgeous and she wasn't completely terrible. you just couldn't figure out why you were so special to be one of the few victims of her attention and insults.

but now she was making it obvious to everyone that she had taken some odd liking to you. swinging her arm around your shoulder and calling you pet, playing with your hair and giving you beauty tips with thinly veiled conceit, things like that.

you tried to stay away from her as much as possible, but unfortunately that was impossible. world history and of course, for your final project, you abaolutely had to be thrown with her.

regina plopped down in the seat next to you as people scattered across the room to find their project partner. aaron was sitting practically next to her, but she wasn't even watching him. she seemed to give all her attention to you lately. "hey babes, looks like we're stuck together."

you laughed nervously. "yeah, looks that way," you responded in a small tone, staring down at your notes. "so i was thinking, i'm very educated in world war two discourse, i was hoping we could do our project on -"

"you know, you should totally come over my house this weekend." most of your classmates around you froze and glanced towards regina. she never invited anyone but the plastics at her house. "i can show you how to do makeup - i'll even let you borrow my lip gloss."

"you never let me borrow your lip -"

"oh my god, will you stop taking things so personally gretchen?" regina responded, not even turning around in her chair to face gretchen, who was sitting behind her. regina gestured to gretchen and rolled her eyes, finally returning all her attention to you. she grabbed your hand and started to trial her fingernail around your hand in circles. "what do you say, pet?"

"umm, i'll bring my notebook so we can work too," you responded in an uncertain tone.

"great!"

-

"and don't worry girls, if you want to have a party, i still have all of my old nas cd's downstairs!" regina'a mother exclaimed as she left the room. you and regina were situated on her bed, sitting rather close to one another. as you reached to pull your notebook out of your bag, regina pushed your hand back down so that your notebook was firmly back in it's place.

"don't be a bore, let's have some fun first," regina responded with a roll of her eyes, popping her lollipop back in her mouth. she grabbed you by the arm and hauled you all the way over to her vanity, turning on the lighting and grabbing all the possible makeup in sight. "we are giving you a makeover."

she grinned at you, and in that moment you couldn't tell if it was genuine or not. you decided to go along, for the sake of it - why upset her now? she could have her fun with you and then you could go back to working on your project. "all right, i guess."

she started to pull out all sorts of makeup application devices you either recognized and didn't use or had never seen at all. she tapped her phone and punk rock music began to blare through the speakers in her room - you found yourself suprised at her music taste but said nothing, only tapping your feet along to the beat.

she began by brushing your hair and pulling it back with a headband, giving her free reign to do whatever she wanted to your face. she started out with skincare, washing your face and applying a face mask.

"so, what do you like to do in your free time, or whatever?" regina asked you in a bored tone, though her eyes seemed rather interested as she looked down at you. enamored, almost, but that must have been a trick of the light.

you started to name a few hobbies but before you knew it, the two of you were deep into conversation about various different things and surprisingly, as she did your makeup, you found yourself opening up to her, becoming louder and louder, while she somehow became more dormant - less mean and commanding and more, understanding and listening.

"okay, take a look!"

you turned around and faced yourself in the mirror. you smiled widely as you felt rather pretty, wearing the makeup regina had put on you, sparkly yellow eyeshadow and pink mascara. you saw regina biting her bottom lip as she looked at you in the mirror - suddenly you felt shy again and felt a blush fall over your cheeks.

"how do you like it?" regina asked as she turned you to face her.

"i feel really pretty . . . thanks," you mumbled shyly, staring down at your feet

"you are really pretty," she told you in a low tone, placing her finger under your chin and raising your head so you met her eyes. "you're so fucking dumb, how long will it take you to realize i like you, pet?"

she laughed at your confounded expression. you felt your face turn a tomato red and you buried your face in your hands, feeling embarrassed. "i thought you were making fun of me!" you exclaimed between your fingers.

"i was endearingly teasing you, or whatever," regina said in a defensive tone, though she was still falling over laughing at your expression.

"this isn't a prank, right?"

"of course not! now let's finish this dumb project so i can take you out on a date, hoe."

#regina george x you #regina george x reader #— [ glizzy posts ☆ ] #my writing #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my fic #writing #fanfic #harry potter

[fatal-thoughts]

Just thinking about a toxic !Katsuki that fucking wants you, despite you being with his bestfriend... Kirishima.

Part 1

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Part 3

Eijirou couldn't help but twitch when he saw Katsuki hold your waist like that.

A part of him was trying to convince himself that it was probably just a mistake or something. That Katsuki didn't really mean to hold you there.

Oh but he did.

And Kirishima saw it. But he pushed the thought away. Katsuki was his bestfriend! He'd never do that to him. Not to mention he's head over fucking heels for you! You two won't ever betray him like that, right?

But just in case, even though he really fucking wishes it wasn't the case. He's gonna be keeping an eye on Bakugo from now on.

That's exactly why he called you when he did. Katsuki was getting too fucking close to you, more than his liking.

He didn't see exactly what he was doing, but he knew something was up.

And God, you felt horrible.

You felt so horrible for feeling so tempted.

Katsuki knew what he was doing to you. He knows he's so dangerously close to pushing you off the edge and into his arms.

You kept looking at Kiri, feeling so sick knowing how you feel for his own bestfriend. You love Kiri, you really do, and he knows it.

He's the sweetest thing to ever come into your life and you could never be more grateful to have him in your life. And he feels the same about you.

God, it feels fucked. It feels so fucked to know you're starting to crave Katsuki more day by day.

But fuck, did he want you so badly.

But you know better than that, you know better than to give in to his twisted desires. So you started pushing him away more often, not giving him the chance to even touch you anymore.

But it pissed him off. It pissed him off because he knew you wanted this just as much as he did.

So when you pushed him away for the last time, he grabbed you by your wrist and held them still behind you.

You gasped, feeling his grip on you tighten each time you try to break free.

"C'mon, Y/n... What's the point, huh?"

He leans down to your neck, using his free hand to slowly pull down the collar of your shirt.

"I know you fucking want this just as much as i do."

His hand traces your waist up to your shoulder. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, so close that you could practically feel his lips brush against you and fuck, it drove you insane.

He suddenly kisses your neck, sending alarms in your brain to stop. To tell him to stop, this is wrong. You have a boyfriend! Not to mention his bestfriend!

"But... But Katsuki-"

"I won't tell."

He says after he kisses your neck,

"And you won't either... will you, Y/n?"

Your breath gets caught in your throat. Exactly, you won't tell anyone, will you?

After all, what Kiri doesn't know won't kill him right?

Atleast that's what you thought.

Katsuki managed to leave bold hickeys on your neck, and fuck, did you love every single one. He let's go of your wrist, knowing you wouldn't push him away this time.

He wraps his hands around your body, feeling every single possible inch of you. When you face him, he spent no spare moment pulling you in for a kiss.

A kiss that shouldn't have happened.

You shouldn't do this.

This is wrong.

You know it is.

But by god, did he kiss you so damn good.

He pulled you in deeper, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. He let's out a low growl as he feels your lips on his.

He wanted you so badly, he needed you for so long now. Fuck the system. He doesn't care if it's wrong. He just knew he needed you.

And damn it is he gonna have you.

He removed his jacket, prying it off him as he need to fucking savor this with you.

He was just about to remove your shirt until..

"Y/n!"

You heard your boyfriend call you from the other room.

You panicked, just about to leave till Katsuki grabs your arm.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

You look at him in disbelief. What did he just say?"

"Katsuki! Let me go, I have to get to Kiri before he-"

"No."

He pulls you back to his chest. Without any hesitation or fear of getting caught whatsoever.

"You are not gonna leave me here for that shitty-hair."

He leans down to your face, whispering with that shit eating grin of his and those eyes that spoke so much more than what he'd say.

"We are finishing what we started. And we're not stopping till we're done."

You almost couldn't believe what he was saying. You looked at the door, knowing your boyfriend could easily just burst in and see you and Katsuki.

"Y/n, baby! Where are you?"

As you were about to head towards the door, Katsuki pins you to the wall. His thigh going in between your legs, stopping you from trying to escape.

You covered your mouth from letting out a moan as he grinds his thigh up to your sensitive spot.

Katsuki, the sadistic bastard he is, leans down and whispers to you.

"Tell him you're busy."

You hesitate, in one hand you really fucking want this with Katsuki. But your poor boyfriend...

Suddenly, Katsuki puts his hand in between your legs, feeling you there as if it was his to ever touch.

You've never surpressed a moan so hardly.

"Wanna tell him or should i?"

Meanwhile, Kirishima heard everything. He knew you and Katsuki were in there. But he wanted to see if you'd say no.

But poor Kiri, his heart was broken. So, so broken.

He couldn't believe you two would do that to him.

But all of his anger was mostly towards Bakugo. He was his bestfriend goddammit! How could he? How could he do this to him?

But Kiri gave you one last chance. In this moment, would you tell him the truth? Or would you lie to him?

One chance.

"Baby! C'mon, what are you doing in there?"

Katsuki looks at the door then at at you, waiting for your answer. His hand still touching you there.

"C'mon, Y/n, tell him.."

(So what will it be? Will you tell him the truth? Or break his heart and lie?)

(Since you guys lied the first one so much, i thought to make a part 2. Definitely will have a part three depending on what you guys think.)

(It's 12am midnight right now, so expect that to be the time where i'd typically write/post. And again, apologies for any typos.)

(I'm new to this whole tumblr post thing so getting that much likes at my first post definitely shocked me.)

(Thanks for the love on part 1, seems like yall love a toxic Bakugo<33)

#bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #mha kirishima #bakugou smut #Katsuki you sadistic fuck #Poor Kiri baby #Cheating Bakugo #bnha kirishima #kirishima x you #bakugo x reader

[thepixelelf]

What the Fuck is Up with Secretary Hong? Pt. 2 - I Think I Wanna

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note: I have since updated the mlist warnings, but reader experiences something like a mix between ochlophobia (fear of crowds) and claustrophobia (fear of small/closed spaces). It's something I personally deal with to a smaller degree, and I find it hard to label as one or the other

By the time Joshua has made it inside the restaurant, which is practically hidden in the corner of an OMO hotel, his breath has all but run out. He can feel his sweat starting to absorb in his suit, and as he approaches the host desk, he curses Seungcheol under his breath.

If the host notices his dishevelled state, she doesn't show it. With a polite smile, she simply greets, "Hello."

"I'm looking for the Vipe--" Joshua heaves in a breath and reconsiders his words. Probably best not to use that malicious moniker in front of your employees, right? Damn. "I mean--"

Before he can say your name, the host gestures into the restaurant. "Right this way, sir."

She leads him inside and past more than a few tables before they approach some floor-to-ceiling windows, which show off one of the city's parks outside.

You're sitting at a table for two, one leg crossed over the other and a glass of wine in your hand. Despite no doubt hearing the the host excuse herself, you don't turn away from the window.

Shit. He knew you'd be mad.

As the host leaves, you bring the wineglass up for one more sip, then push your chair back and stand up. "You're late," you say dryly, then finally meet his eyes.

And yeah-- wow. He understands why people are intimidated by you now.

You've got this blacker than black suit on, a devastating emerald sheen to it that makes Joshua's nicest suit feel like a knock-off brand. It doesn't look like you're just wearing it; more like it's intrinsically part of your ruthless, terrifying, powerful...

Alluring.

...nature.

Joshua's shoulders keep rising and falling against his will. He's out of breath. Still.

Right, he's supposed to say something now. That's how conversations work.

You walk up to him, arms crossed as your sharp eyes assess him up and down.

"I'm so sorry," Joshua starts. "My--"

But he doesn't actually know what to say about Seungcheol's whereabouts, since even Joshua has no idea where his usually reliable boss is. Seungcheol's never gone MIA like this before, and certainly not for a meeting as important as this one, with a person as attractive as--

--as important as you, he means.

"I can explain--"

"IT'S A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT."

Joshua whips around at the loud blast of music, eyes instinctively trying to find where Bruno Mars' voice booms from.

"WE'RE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING DUMB TO DO."

He doesn't spot the speakers, but he watches in shock as people file into the seating area from all directions, and even some of the customers stand up from their tables to...

"HEY BABY, I THINK I WANNA MARRY YOU."

Oh, holy hell. "A flash mob," Joshua mutters. "In 2024?"

The once-undercover dancers surround a table in the middle of the restaurant, but there are so many of them that some twirl directly in front of Joshua.

"IS IT THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES?"

As the music blares on, Joshua recalls your assistant telling him there would be a proposal during the meeting between you and Seungcheol. He assumed it would be more... classy in a place like this, though. Did you know about this? You couldn't have, right? This isn't exactly the environment for a professional meeting.

He should probably apologize for this, too. It's as much his job as it is Kim Jiwoo's to make sure these things run smoothly.

When he turns around to say sorry again, though, you're gone.

Well. No.

Joshua looks down from where you once were, and he finds you crouched on the ground, both your hands covering your ears.

"Are you..." He kneels down in front of you, hands reaching out even though he doesn't know what he plans to do with them.

At the sound of his voice, you lift your head, and your eyes meet his once more. They're different now, though -- wider, trembling, panicked.

Mesmerizing.

A sweeping dancer's foot flies near your head. You flinch. Joshua looks around, decides enough is enough, and gently places his hand on your arm. "Let's go," he says softly, just loud enough that you can hear him over the music. They're really going to play the whole song, huh?

He leads you along the walls towards an exit, one of his hands not quite touching your back, but there to guide you, and the other still on your forearm. You say nothing, just shutting your eyes and wincing when you pass a speaker and the music is louder than ever. Once you both reach a hallway out of the restaurant though, you take over and starting walking faster in a direction Joshua doesn't recognize. Eventually, he finds himself on some sort of outdoor patio.

You lean back against a wall, exhaling and rubbing both hands on your neck.

He should say something, he thinks, but he doesn't know what.

From your pocket, you pull out a packet of gum. You unwrap one with practised efficiency and stick it in your mouth. Closing your eyes again, you chew on the gum for a few moments while Joshua watches your breathing steadily become even again.

You peek an eye open at him, drop your head and wince, then reach for another stick of gum in the packet so you can hold it out for him.

Joshua eyes the gum. "Are you okay?"

You shrug. "A little embarrassed, yes. You've seen a side of me I wasn't planning to share."

Your direct words make him feel sheepish, like he forced something from you despite having nothing to do with that flash mob. He takes the gum only because you keep holding it out, and he doesn't want to be the reason your arm gets tired.

You smile when he unwraps his gum, and he fumbles with it a little at the sight. It's the first time he's seen a smile on you, and he wonders if all the people who say you're cold and ruthless and a knife or whatever have seen it before. Maybe you keep it to yourself because it's just too beautiful.

"Embarrassing moment aside, I apologize for the interruption. I wasn't aware that would be occurring."

Joshua nods, unsure why you're bothering apologizing so sincerely to him when he's just the secretary. "It's alright."

You hold out your hand again, empty this time, for a handshake. "You must be Choi Seungcheol. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"No," Joshua says immediately, about to correct you until his own tongue seems to freeze. He meets your eyes, and they're different again. Not the cold, high-ranking person of power look from those first moments, not the panicked, wide eyes from your bout of fear, but eyes with a playful, open shine to them. Eyes that are a little shy, but not afraid to be here after showing vulnerability. And before his brain can catch up, he's taking your hand in his own. "No, uh... The pleasure is all mine."

Alarms start blaring in the back of his mind, a siren that sounds an awful lot like STUPID, IDIOT, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, but he ignores it entirely for multiple reasons. One being that your smile widens, and he likes looking at it.

"Unfortunately I'll have to cut this short today," you tell him, pulling your hand out of his reluctant grasp and nodding towards the direction of the restaurant. Joshua can still hear the faint musings of Bruno Mars. "I have a bit of a situation to deal with. Perhaps we can reschedule? I'm eager to here what Geomsoft has to offer."

"Of course... Maybe I should just get your number?"

You start heading for the door. "I'll have my assistant send it to you."

"Oh, um--" Panicking, Joshua reaches for your arm, and he succeeds in stopping you, but he lets go when you eye his hand and let out an awkward little laugh. "Tell her to contact my secretary."

"Mr Hong?" you ask. He hopes you don't see how his name coming from your lips affects him.

He keeps his voice as steady as possible to say, "Yes."

"Okay." You put your hand on the door handle, taking one last look at him. "I will see you soon, Choi."

As the door falls shut behind you, Joshua can only think one thing.

What the hell did he just do?

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[mariasont]

Please, Don't Prove 'Em Right - A.H

a/n: my girl sabrina can do no wrong and i have been listening to this song on repeat since it came out so i just absolutely needed to write a fic about it

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: aaron hotchner is a busy man and he tends to disappoint you by missing important events

warnings: angst (sorry in advance), aaron is like not a great husband, reader is also an imperfect character, reader is a girl boss though

wc: 1.2k

You were in your best dress. More expensive than you'd ever think about buying for yourself, but it had been a gift from Aaron. You had fought him on it, scolding him for spending so much on a dress you were sure to only wear once. But he had insisted, telling you that this opportunity was once in a lifetime and that it would be a sin for it to not be celebrated with a dress that made you shine like a ruby.

He was right, partly, you were shining--glowing, sparkling, glittering--as you moved through the library. It was beautiful, to say the least--all opulence and history that was almost too much to absorb. The marble floors almost seemed to amplify the conversations around you, the clinking of glasses, the swish of overpriced gowns and tuxedos.

Your eyes settled on the tiered desks fitted with bronze reading lamps, now repurposed as a station for hors d'oeuvres and champagne. The circular arrangement of desks, once centered around knowledge, now facilitated hushed gossip and the discreet laughter of society's finest.

You could almost hear what they were thinking: there she is again without her husband, that poor thing always by herself, and your personal favorite—does he even exist?

You wanted to be angry, to scold their prying eyes, for putting their noses into something that had nothing to do with them whatsoever. But could you really blame them? Every event you attended you told the same story--my husband is a busy man with an important job--a line you had grown tired of repeating. 

And that was all true. He devoted most of his time to saving lives--how could you find fault in that? How could you complain to having a husband whose very essence was self-sacrifice and heroism?

This evening was set to be an exception; he was in New York for a case, and the Pulitzer Prize ceremony was not something he would miss. He had given you his word.

You understood his passion for his job, completely, because you held that same passion for your own. You dedicated years of your life to your journalism, investigating corruption at its highest levels. This is exactly how you ended up here tonight, nominated for a Pulitzer Prize for that very work. A Pulitzer Prize.

The term once seemed like a fantastical concept to you, a lofty accolade reserved for the likes of JFK, Bob Dylan, Robert Frost--icons, not someone as ordinary as you. Yet, against all odds, you find yourself among the select few, a nominee for an honor that has only been won by 1,512 individuals since 1917, a fact Spencer had supplied you with.

Someone was speaking to you, saying your name. Almost without thinking, your hand found a flute of champagne, taking a generous sip before turning to face them.

"You look stunning, and a well-deserved congratulations are in order. Everyone back at the office is cheering for you." It was your boss, her stilettos adding inches to her already imposing frame.

The flattery didn't quite mask her usual coldness, it was all too artificial. She wasn't your biggest fan, and she had made that clear from your first day. Still, you mustered a smile and thanked her anyway, taking another sip of champagne, hoping to drown away her nauseating voice.

"It's too bad your husband couldn't be here," she began, and you had to resist the urge to rip out her extensions. "This is an incredible accomplishment, but he's quite the busy man, as you say."

"Yes, he is busy, but he'll be here tonight," you replied, flashing her your best smile as you smoothed the red fabric that suddenly felt too tight. "He's actually here in New York on a case."

"Oh, how great. I can't wait to put a face to the name." You could tell by the look she shot her own husband that she didn't believe a word from your mouth. "Anyway, I have to go speak with an academy representative, but I'll see you and your husband at the ceremony?"

You responded with a nod, not dignifying her with words as she left, her giggles a bitter sound. You hated her. And you were ready to make her eat her words when your husband, who looked absolutely incredibly in a suit, showed up.

But then it was dinner, and you found yourself alone, surrounded by a table of important people whose names you couldn't remember. The seat beside you was empty and suddenly that omnipotent, cloud-nine feeling you had vanished with the time that passed.

The text you sent piled up, feeling a little juvenile, like you were back in high school again getting stood up at prom.

Let me know when you're close!

Is everything going okay?

Call me if you can.

An onslaught of anxious thoughts skyrocketed around your mind as you mechanically chewed the fancy food that only seemed to upset your stomach further. What if something happened? Was he okay? Did the case go wrong? Did he get in a car accident on the way here?

You were a bundle of nerves, gnawing on the inside of your mouth as your heel tapped up and down against the floor. But this wasn't borne from concern for his well-being; deep down, you were certain he was fine. The truth was simpler and sharper: he wasn't coming.

You should have been prepared, should have braced for this, but you were convinced that this time, this occasion would be an exception.

You name was being called, but this time not by someone wanting to extract prying information or stir speculation, no, this time it was carried across the crowed, wrapped in the microphone's static hum.

Your head snapped up, fingers ceasing their fidgeting as you struggled to mask the shock and avoid the gaping, breathless look of a fish out of water.

You had won.

People were clapped, but it seemed far away as you made your way to the stage, hands coming from all directions to offer pats on the back and handshakes of congratulations.

You had won.

Your feet were carrying you up a small set of stairs. You were trying to remember how to walk--left, right, heel, toe. There was a bright light on you now, prompting a slight squint and you worked to keep a smile on your face as you accepted the award.

You had to be dreaming. Had to be. There was no other explanation.

You were on display now, under the intense stage lights. Your body was on autopilot, stepping behind the podium, words flowing out of your mouth--a speech you had rehearsed over and over again in the slim chance that you would win. And here you are.

But the more you spoke the more you seemed to deviate from the script.

You paused, voice catching as you tried your best not to let the tears fall--your makeup was too pristine for smears.

"But tonight, as I accept this honor, I am reminded that while we may seek comfort in the presence of others, our truest strength comes from within." Your eyes dart around the audience, clinging to the slim chance he's there, that he showed up. "It comes from knowing that when we step into the moment, we step in with conviction, with passion, and sometimes, with a singularity that says we are enough."

The final words of your speech hang in the air, a brittle hope that disappears as quickly as it surfaced. He proved them right, and no amount of applause can drown out the sound of your heart breaking just a little.

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[cannellee]

would you ever write hybrid ABO? like they have animal traits and features (usually ears and tail) but beyond that its basically ABO

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆ (hybrid au!)

୨୧ hybrid! alpha! tokyorev x hybrid! omega! reader (pairing : mitsuya, draken, taiju, chifuyu, ran)

— a little peek of what a life with them would be like in a hybrid au!

cw : slight mention of sex in taiju's

I can give it a try but I don't think I'll be writing hybrid content in the future!

MY MASTERLIST : ☆

𐙚 ALPHA! MITSUYA

mitsuya as a hybrid radiates even more warmth than usual, he has such an inviting presence and such calming pheromones it's hard to ignore.

he is attentive and nurturing, always reassuring you and detecting even the slightest changes in your mood or well-being. he's quick to provide comfort and support during times like this when you're more vulnerable. he gives you little soothing licks on your cheeks and softly bites your neck in order to make you feel safe and cherished.

his tail often wraps around your waist or rests gently against your leg, it's his way of showing you have his full attention, even in public. he notices right away when you're upset and your ears drop a little or whenever your frenetic tail isn't as active as usual, you just can't fool him.

he takes care of your hair, ears and tail the best way he can. he makes them shine and all soft. he knows you like your fur to be well maintained, so he's careful.

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𐙚 ALPHA! DRAKEN

boy is alert. he has straight ears, just like those of a doberman and they're always moving and twitching in every directions, capturing any little noise.

hybrid draken is your loyal guard dog, literally. if you couldn't already tell from his frown and angry pheromones, the way his tail is immobile and his ears are lying flat on his head are a heavy indicator of his irritation. he's watchful, stays vigilant and always positions himself between you and potential threats.

but draken is gentle and sweet, and whenever it's just the two of you, he lets you pet his head and scratch his scalp. he loves the cute purring you let out because of how pleased you are to have tamed this imposing alpha.

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𐙚 ALPHA! TAIJU

taiju as a hybrid is easily mistaken as a wolf, he's just this big and intimidating. he has sharp, attentive ears and an enormous build. he looks like he'll crush your bones if you look at his omega (which is true). he's always growling at others and often overwhelms you because of his strong pheromones.

his teeth are sharp like razors and always make you tremble whenever he's grazing your skin with them, making you feel even smaller than usual. his scent is a constant reminder of the dynamic of your relationship, you're weak and sweet and you listen, while he's the one in charge who knows what you need.

he considers that he can touch you whenever he wants, you're his after all. he likes to see you crumble under his touch, see how pouty you become once he plays with your ears or pull on your tail when you're having sex from behind, just like animals. it hurts so good you end up crying for more like a dumb little puppy.

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𐙚 ALPHA! CHIFUYU

he loves to groom you, taking care of your fluffy tail and loving to watch every single one of your reactions. he likes the way your ears moves and reacts to his words and comforting pheromones and how your tail seems to swing even harder each time he tells you you're pretty.

similarly, you often tease him and tickle his ears, knowing fully they're sensitive and causes him to blush. he's nuzzling you 24/7, showing his affection in every ways possible.

hybrid chifuyu is even more protective but extremely gentle and caring, the duality is insane and hard to ignore. it makes you feel privileged and warm inside to know that your alpha is acting like this towards you only. you're able to do whatever you want with him, put little ribbons on his tail, spray it with your strawberry perfume, messily curl his fur with your hair straightener and decorate it with other pink hair clips you have. chifuyu simply wants you to enjoy spending time with him!

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𐙚 ALPHA RAN

ran absolutely loves his adorably sweet omega who's always so happy to see him, tail moving so fast he can barely see it.

he teases you about it after an argument for example. he'll try and make you laugh when you refuse to look at him, trying hard to ignore him. but he'll drop a few funny remarks and even while doing your best at remaining stoic, your tail just won't cooperate! look at that excited fluffy thing and the angry pout you have! it just doesn't match and makes you look even cuter.

he loves to tease your little ears too! softly pinching them with his fingers, watching with a sadistic grin how it makes you whine. it doesn't hurt though, but the unexpected touch has you all flustered.

and the teasing is always one-sided, you can never seem to be quiet enough to surprise him from behind and jump on his back. he hears you because of how your happy tail bumps into things and brushes against furniture. but he'll sometimes play along and let you creep up behind him, acting all scared before enveloping you in his arms and scent, which is even more prominent as a hybrid. it's powerful and clings to you for days.

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[reticent-writer]

Hear me out. Hear me tf out. A reader who is Tomioka’s fraternal twin and got separated from him when he ran into the mountains, with the relatives failing to find him but catching her. Anyway, she suddenly jumps out of the infinity castle during that one moment in the first episode of the Hashira training arc. Like, just as the door is about to close, this lady just appears and uses the demon as a stepping stone to jump out, and once it closes the momentum has her slamming onto the ground and rolling a couple of feet. And she just kind of lies there before rolling over and staring at the sky, before starting to laugh and cry at the same time, babbling about how she made it, she’s alive, she’s out of that place. Now, Sanemi and Obanai have no idea who this lady is, but they want answers as to why the hell she just jumped out of that place. She’s covered in scratches and had torn her kimono to knee-length for more mobility in there. Anyway, the Kakushi bringing her to headquarters to get her treated and during the Hashira meeting Sanemi or Obanai just mention this girl who was there in their mission and who is getting checked over by the butterfly girls, but she might have important information. Pls make a fic of this.

I liked writing this it was fun. Thank you for requesting ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

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It felt like an eternity since you were kidnapped by Douma but you remember your life before. You remember running with your sister and brother, only stopping when reaching a clearing in the forest. Your sister urged you and your twin to keep moving but when you tried to stand you found yourself in an unfamiliar place.

The Infinity Castle.

It's been years before since you've seen the sun but you didn't lose hope. Your sister and brother were out there, hopefully. They become your reason for living.

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"Awww look at you. A rare beauty but so playful... please come out, I'm not gonna hurt you." Douma laughed.

You held your breath as you hid from the demon. Quietly maneuvering through the infinite rooms in vain. You've been playing hide n seek for hours, without food or water your body is sure to give out any minute now.

"I think I really lost you. Come out please, you'll be dead if Master finds you. Besides all that I know you're hungry, you haven't eaten in a few days. You won't last long if you keep with up." He pleaded, his voice becoming quieter the more you moved but you couldn't tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

As you walked through one of the rooms you saw a demon falling from what seemed to be different from the rest of the castle's terrain. It was an opening. Something that you had been tortured with, he would make an opening far enough way so that you would have to run to get to it. Of course, he was always faster and he wouldn't even let you get close.

But this time he didn't know where you were plus he didn't open it.

This was your chance to escape and you didn't waste it.

luckily for you the room you were in was close enough to make it even with your limited stamina.

You ran as fast as you could, taking the demon by surprise and using your momentum, propelled yourself through the opening right as the demon slayer stabbed the ground.

You made it.

You got as far away from the opening as you could. you laid on your back looking up at the moon. It finally hit you, You really got out. After years of being in that horrible place, you finally escaped.

You start to smile as tears welled up in your eyes. You gasped for air but a strained laugh left your lips when you exhaled. It quickly developed into deranged and uncontrollable laughter as the crocodile tears wouldn't stop.

The two demon slayers stared at you not knowing what to do.

"Hey, what were you doing in there?" Sanemi questioned as he pointed his sword at you.

It took you a moment to calm youut as you were about to speak you passed out.

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*two weeks later*

"Her injuries are minor but she has so many of them that she lost a lot of blood. Judging by her physical condition she's malnourished and has been sleep-deprived for a while. It's better to let her rest for now." Ubuyashiki's son read out Shinobu's note at a hashira meeting.

"Sanemi, you and Obanai found her while in pursuit of a demon correct? Was there anything unusual about her?"

"Yes sir, she jumped out of the infinity castle as a demon went in. She was hysterical before she passed out." Sanemi explained as everyone listened intensely.

"When she wakes up I would like to talk to her with all of you present."

The rest of the meeting was uneventful.

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Shinobu personally looked after you while you were recovering. You didn't wake up for another week and when you did, Shinobu ensured you were healthy enough before bringing you to a meeting.

She gave you new clothes and a nice meal before leading you to the demon slayers' headquarters.

You were met with a kind smile from the master which you returned. You sat on the gravel in front of the master.

None of the hashira had arrived yet.

"How are you feeling?" Ubuyashiki asked.

"I'm feeling much better. Thank you."

"That's good to hear. Do you have any plans after this is over?

"Hmm... I haven't thought about it. I have no home to go back to and my fam- I don't know what happened to my family." You muttered the last part.

"That's ok, we can talk about that later."

One by one the hashira arrived and sat in their usual positions.

"Hello, my children it's nice to see all of you in good condition. Now to the matter a hand, Ma'am can you tell us how you got into the demons domain." Ubuyashiki opened the floor for you to talk.

"I honestly don't know, one minute I was running with my brother and sister then the next I was in a room."

This caught Giyuu's attention.

"What was it like in there."

"Torture. I could barely eat, sleep, or even breathe without being watched. And the place was never-ending and constantly changing."

"DID YOU SEE KIBUTSUJI?" The wind hashira barked.

"Kibutsuji?"

"Muzan Kibutsuji. The demon king." Ubuyashiki explained.

"Oh, Douma kept me away from him. He said if the master saw me he'd kill me. Douma is a demon with long blonde hair, a golden fan and colorful eyes."

"Did he have a number engraved in his eye? If so what was it?"

"Number 2."

"Forgive me for being so rude but I forgot to ask for your name."

"It's Tomioka Y/n."

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i hope you like it

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[oracle-of-dream]

Aloha! this is a simple request! a jake x male reader story where the reader admires jake from the distance and he asks his friend to set them up together. they go on a date and then the reader invites jake to his house where they make love together

Dinner Date

Not Proofread

Summary: Jake needs his best friend to help him get to know y/n. But he doesn't know how close they'll get by the end of the night...

Notes: Male Reader, No Smut–a little implication, Jaywon, Jay and Jake are best friends, 3rd person perspective

Wordcount: 2266

Jake's eyes bulged at your newest Instagram post. You were sitting in a cafe, glasses sitting on your nose, focused on a book as the sun shined perfectly on your face. Your caption, Why can I only look good in candid shots? His finger hovered over the "like" button, but he couldn't press it. He still didn't follow you on Instagram but checked your page to see every update you posted. What if you thought he was weird? Jake took a screenshot of your photo and looked at it longingly. He zoomed in to look at your face closer, loving your soft smile. Seeing it in person would be the best thing in the world. It was five whole minutes before Jake noticed a reflection in your glasses, it was another person. A guy! Jake zoomed in as much as he could, trying to see who it was when he heard noise coming from downstairs.

The front door opened and shut, perking Jake's ears. "Jay?" He shouted.

"Who else would it be? Come help me put these away," Jay replied from the kitchen. He was putting groceries away when Jake got downstairs.

Jake nodded as he eyed the cup of coffee on the dining table. "So, where were you?"

"At the grocery store."

"Just the grocery store?"

"I stopped at a coffee shop too." Jay raised his eyebrow, "Why so curious?"

"N-No reason. I just missed you," Jake lied.

Jay stared at his roommate for a moment, examining him. "Sure. You missed me." The men put away the rest of the groceries silently until Jay spoke again, "That's right. I forgot to tell you, my friend is coming over tonight for dinner. It's y/n. You've met them once."

"Y-Y/n?" Jake stuttered. "That's cool, I hope y'all enjoy dinner together." Jake's head fell a little. Of course, Jay had already made a move...

"You're not going to eat dinner with us?" Jay tilted his head slightly. "I told them you'd be there, but if you're busy I can tell them. I should've asked you."

Jake raised his head. "You want me there?"

Jay opened the refrigerator and said, "You are my roommate. And you don't cook for yourself. I want y/n to make some friends, they're a bit of a loner, and you're a pretty good guy."

Jake held back tears as he hugged Jay. "You're a good friend." Jay tried to push him away but Jake's arms wrapped tight around him. "Wait! That means we gotta clean this place! It's so filthy in here," Jake said as he pointed at the spotless kitchen.

"I cleaned two days ago," Jay said flatly. "Why are you being so weird about this, it's just dinner."

"It's dinner with y/n! I want to make a good first impression!"

Jay studied Jake even closer. "Don't you know him already?"

Jake stiffened. "N-No!"

"You're met!"

"...I do know of them. But we don't know each other."

Jay crossed his arms. "Why are you being weird about it?"

Jake shifted in place, thinking of how he could weasel out of this, with Jay watching his every move. "I had a class with them, and we sat near each other."

"So?"

"And, I think I caught feelings..."

"From just looking?"

Jake nodded in agreement.

"So you got a crush from class–Who's my friend, and you're losing it because they're going to have dinner with us tonight?" Jay asked.

"You're taking this better than I thought you would."

Jay sucked on his teeth. "Did you think I'd be a bully about it and knock you out for liking someone? Why are you assuming I'd be opposed to you two." Jay picked up his coffee and walked past Jake upstairs.

"Wait–you have to tell me about them! What do they like? Are they as cute as their pictures? Should I get them a gift?" Jake chased after Jay, who was walking away from him.

"Pictures?"

Jake wanted to slap himself for talking so much.

"You're a freak," Jay said flatly as he shut the door to his bedroom.

Jake shook the doorknob but was locked out. "Please, Jay, I need your help! I want to get close to them–go out if we can. I need to know everything!"

"Try bathing. He's got a sensitive nose!" Jay shouted through the door, hoping Jake would leave him alone after throwing a bone.

Jake had showered today but didn't want to leave anything to risk. "Give me your soap, it smells better than mine!" He shouted at the door.

"Jake! Just go shower. You'll be fine." Jay turned on a speaker and started playing music to drown out Jake's knocking at his door.

Jake ran into his room, found the nicest clothes he had, and laid them on his bed for him to iron, then rushed into the bathroom to shower for the second time today. After the shower, ironing clothes, and dressing his hair for thirty minutes, he sprayed on his cologne as he heard a knock on the door. Jay was already downstairs cooking dinner. "Jake, get the door!" He yelled. Jake checked his hair twice, tossing his hand through it nervously as he licked his lips. He rolled his sleeves back, and checked his earrings, bracelet, and hair again– "Jake!"

"Coming!" Jake rushed down the stairs to the front door. He took a deep breath before unlocking it and opening the door–but no one was there. "Where is he!?" Jake stepped outside in a panic, looking around.

"I let him inside already," Jay said from the doorway.

Jake ran back to the door. "Why didn't you say that!? I told you I wanted to make a good first impression."

Jay chuckled as Jake came inside. "I think you made a great one," He said as the door closed, revealing you behind it. Jake smiled awkwardly, knowing you just heard him lose it over meeting you.

"H-Hi..." Jake waved at y/n.

They waved back. "Hi, Jake. It's good to see you again."

"Dinner's almost done, go set the table, both of you." Jay went back to the kitchen, leaving Jake and y/n alone.

"The table's this way," Jake muttered as he squeezed by y/n. He tried not to groan at their scent, clean with a hint of something fruity... Maybe raspberries? He led them to the table. "Don't worry about helping! I'll get it, have a seat!" Jake pulled out a chair for y/n to sit in.

"Oh, I'd feel bad if I made you and Jay do all the work. Let me help," He said smiling. Together, the table was set. Jake couldn't stop glancing at the man whenever he could, hoping y/n wouldn't notice. He was even more handsome than in the photos. Of course, he'd seen y/n in person, but never so close. It was like looking at a dream before his eyes.

"So Jake, why were you trying too hard to make a good first impression? We already know each other." Y/n's eyes looked up curiously as they sat at the dinner table.

"We did?"

"We were in that government class together, right? You said, 'Hi' to me every morning. It was so funny!"

Jake blushed. "You remembered something like that? I was just trying to be friendly."

"Of course! I wanted to talk to you more, but my classes were so close together that I didn't have time to stop to chat with you. I'd asked Jay if he knew you, and then he invited me to dinner today to meet you."

"Why ask about me?"

Y/n pulled out his phone and opened his Instagram. "I got a message that you liked my photo. I thought your name was familiar so I asked Jay if he knew."

Jake got close enough to read as his eyes bulged at the notification. "I-I don't remember liking any photos..."

"Then maybe we were destined to meet? We're not even following each other–let's fix that!" Y/n pressed the glowing follow button under Jake's account name, which made Jake's phone buzz in his pocket. Jake steadied his hand as he pulled out his phone to see the notification. Y/n has requested to start following you! He clicked a few buttons and then confirmed y/n's follow.

"There... all set."

"Wait–you didn't follow me back!" Y/n stood, leaning over to Jake to look at his phone. From that angle, Jake has a full view down y/n's shirt. He tried to look away, or at least not look too hard, but he couldn't resist just a peek.

Y/n looked up and met Jake's eyes, catching him in the act. "Looking for something, Jake?"

Jake looked back at his phone. "I just couldn't find the button!" He pressed the follow button on the account and sat next to y/n at the table. Jay walked in carrying a large pot that smelled like heaven. He placed it at the center of the table and uncovered it. A soup, with all sorts of veggies and spices mixed in, served with wine, Italian bread, and smooth jazz.

"Dinner is served," Jay said with a smirk.

"Jay this is amazing, it feels like we're at a five-star restaurant!" Jake cheered, relieved his friend had come to save him.

"It is five-star, Casa da Jay. Now, I've gotta go, enjoy your food, and take care of it when you're done," Jay said as he picked up his coat.

Jake jumped from his seat. "W-Wait, what do you mean go?! Where are you going?"

Jay covered his mouth. "That's right! I forgot to tell you! Jungwon called and asked me to cook him dinner, so I'm going to his place."

"Why not invite him here?" Jake almost begged.

"And ruin your date?"

"It's not–"

Jay hushed his best friend, pulling in for a quiet conversation.

"If you finish that sentence, it won't be a date. I've set you up, now all you need to do is score. And you owe me a night out of the house when Jungwon comes over."

Jake frowned. "Gross."

"Jake!"

"Fine! Leave me here or whatever!"

Jay pushed Jake toward the dinner table. "Okay, I'm headed out! Y/n, have as much food as you'd like! There's ice cream in the freezer if you want it, Jungwon won't mind." Jay left with a smile as he flipped his keys on his finger.

Now alone with y/n, Jake turned his attention to the beauty sitting at his table. "So... That was unexpected."

"Jay told me he was going to be leaving hours ago... I thought you knew."

"Hours–I mean that's cool, it's just a slight adjustment." Jake puffed out his chest. "I'll be the one to care for you tonight, sir."

Y/n giggled. "I'm so happy to have such a kind host."

Jake sat with y/n trying to break the ice and get comfortable as best he could. He told jokes and stories to keep his dinner date laughing. Y/n's laugh was so cute, and their nose scrunched slightly when they laughed too hard, which made Jake grip his fork like hell. But Y/n kept staring at him, but he couldn't figure out why... Maybe there was something in his teeth? Or his hair? Or both!?

"I-Is there something wrong?" He asked softly. "You're staring at me sorta hard–am I eating too messy?"

Y/n shook his head. "No, you look so sweet when you tell your stories." Jake choked on his food, grabbing desperately for his glass of water. "Flustered so easily too, that's another plus for me."

"W-What are you talking about?" Jake put this glass back on the table. Y/n stood, leaning over Jake who leaned away from him until he almost fell out of the chair.

"Jake, I'm gonna be blunt, okay?" Y/n took a breath. "I'm really into you and want to go out with you. So can we skip the awkward stuff and tell me if you like me?"

Jake nodded furiously.

"Yes? Do you like me or can we skip the awkward stuff?"

He opened his mouth this time, "B-both! I wanna date you too, or whatever you want. I just want to be close to you."

"How close?" Y/n asked, leaning in as their eyes closed.

Jake was frozen. His one-in-a-lifetime chance was happening before him. Not only did Y/n ask him out, but now he was getting a first from y/n! He closed his eyes and waited for the connection. It felt like ages before his lips were greeted by y/n's. It was a peck, but Jake didn't want it to end. He slipped his hand around y/n neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. His tongue escaped his mouth and into his boyfriend's. He couldn't help but squirm in his seat, both from trying not to fall and from how aggressive of a kisser y/n was. Every time Jake thought it was over, y/n would keep pulling him back in. Eventually, they broke apart to breathe...

"So... we're dating now, that's great. But, uh..." Jake looked around. "Jay's not coming back for the night. If you wanted to..."

"Jake, are you asking me to spend the night with you?"

"If that's okay, then yes."

"And what are we going to do?"

"Whatever you want?"

"Then," Y/n stood and pressed his thumb to Jake's lips. "We're not getting sleep tonight."

Jake's lips twitched as his knee anxiously bounced. "O-Oh..."

#oracle of dreams #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #x male reader #x reader #x male smut #enhypen fanfiction #kpop male reader #jake enhypen #jaeyun #enhypen jake #enhypen #enhypen jaeyun #enhypen jake x reader #enhypen jake smut #enhypen jake fluff #enhypen jake sim #enhypen jake imagines #sim jake #sim jaeyun

[serickswrites]

Broken Promises

Warnings: hidden injury, blood, stabbing, wound, unconsciousness, caretaker and whumpee

Smallest Teammate looked back at Team Leader, their eyes narrowing. The team had been walking back through the woods, after a chance encounter with Whumper had been a failure. They hadn't captured Whumper, but they had all walked away, so perhaps it was a success. But Team Leader had been quiet.

"Are you ok, Team Leader?" Smallest Teammate asked, slowing their pace a little so Team Leader could catch them up.

Team Leader's face was grim, but they nodded. "I'm fine, Smallest Teammate. We've got a long way back to the car. Let's keep going."

Team Leader nodded towards the rapidly retreating backs of Teammate One and Teammate Two. "Keep up. I'm right behind you."

"You wouldn't be just saying that so I go away and stop worrying, would you? You wouldn't be hiding something from me, right? You promised."

Team Leader gave a wan smile. "I'm fine. Keep going."

Smallest Teammate reluctantly faced forward again. They kept their pace slower to keep Team Leader near them. Smallest Teammate could hear a hitch in Team Leader's breath with each step they took, but couldn't see any visible injuries. Perhaps they had pulled a muscle in the fight.

Just as Smallest Teammate settled into their pace, shaking the doubts they had about Team Leader's well being, they heard Team Leader stumble.

"Careful," Smallest Teammate said as they turned towards Team Leader.

Team Leader dropped to their knees, sweat beaded on their brow. "I....I....I just need a moment," they gasped.

"Team Leader, you promised you wouldn't hide being hurt. You promised," Smallest Teammate muttered under their breath as they hurried forward to catch Team Leader as they collapsed forward.

"Where are you hurt, Team Leader? I can't help you if you don't tell me," Smallest Teammate said urgently as they tried to keep Team Leader upright. "HELP!" They shouted to the rest of the team.

"'m s'ry," Team Leader muttered as they blinked heavily. They grabbed Smallest Teammate's wrist with sticky hands.

Smallest Teammate chanced a glance down, their mouth going dry. Team Leader's hands were coated in blood. "Where is the blood from? Where are you bleeding? Team Leader!"

Teammate One was the first to arrive. "Shit!" They said as they knelt down. "What?"

"Find the bleeding. We have to find it so we can stop it!" Smallest Teammate ordered as they shook Team Leader. "Keep your eyes open, Team Leader."

Teammate One ran their hand down Team Leader's back as they shouted to Teammate Two. "GET THE CAR! BRING IT HERE! NOW!"

"Team Leader, keep your eyes open. Keep your eyes on me. You promised you would be ok. You promised you would tell me. You promised you would let me help you. You can't break your promise."

Team Leader's eyes fluttered closed at Smallest Teammate's words. "'mmmmmmm sssss'ryyyy," they muttered as they went limp in Smallest Teammate's arms.

Smallest Teammate stayed upright, completely supporting Team Leader's weight. Had it been any other team member, Smallest Teammate would have struggled. But Team Leader was their size, so they managed. "Come on, Team Leader. Open your eyes. Stay with me."

"Found it!" Teammate One said as they ripped off their jacket, pressing it into Team Leader's back. "Stab wound, right flank. It's...It's bleeding a lot."

Smallest Teammate felt tears prick at their eyes. "No. Team Leader, listen to me. You have to hang on. We are getting you help. But you need to hold on. You promised me!"

"HURRY UP!" Teammate One roared at Teammate Two.

"Please, stay with us, Team Leader," Smallest Teammate whispered into Team Leader's ear as they held Team Leader tightly. They watched Teammate One frantically keep pressure on the wound while searching for anything that could help them keep Team Leader alive. "Please. I need you. Please, stay."

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw hidden injury #tw blood #tw stabbing #tw wound #tw unconsciousnes #caretaker and whumpee #team whump #june of doom #june of doom 2024 #day 6 #prompt: broken promises #queue

[geekgirles]

I could be reading this all wrong and only seeing what I want to see, but if I'm right and you think about it, Aurora's actions in this chapter seem to be meant to further confirm that she never fled because Armand told her to and, more glaringly, she never cared about the Sadida beyond using them to enable her own ascension to power.

When she returned in chapter 3 and Yugo and Amalia called her and her father out on fleeing and abandoning them against the Nécromes, Aurora claimed she was just carrying out Armand's will, which was to protect their unborn child. She even went as far as trying to paint Amalia in a bad light due to "not knowing the joy of carrying a child", implying Amalia couldn't possibly know what it's like to put your child first, not-so-subtly calling her selfish.

This all coming from the same woman who is now going against her father's admittedly reasonable orders in the face of a furious Amalia looming over them.

Now, as much as I'd like to say Amalia wouldn't have touched her hadn't Aurora taken flight with the intention of fighting her in the first place, the truth is it's hard to tell Amalia's true reasons behind going after the Osamodas. Maybe she just wanted to berate and kick them out of her kingdom for poisoning Yugo but her emotional state was reflected by her vines, giving her a more dangerous, unhinged look. Or maybe she truly intended to use violence against them and she is partly to blame.

Whatever the case, it doesn't change the fact that Aurora has once again revealed her true colours: she's chosen to fight Amalia, even while pregnant, even though she refused to do so to aid and lead the Sadida in battle.

This all reads as her entire personality being nothing but two-faced, hypocritical, and self-serving, with no concern or care for anyone but herself. Not her husband's people, not her husband's family, not her husband, not even their child.

Because this time she doesn't even have the excuse of trying to protect her child, that's actually what her father was trying to do. No, she willingly and knowingly put her child in danger by ignoring her father's warnings—why am I not surprised that one (1) time she doesn't blindly listen to her father is the one time she honestly should have?— and engaging Amalia.

What's more, her motives for forsaking her child's safety after painting herself as the widowed martyr, burdened by the responsibility of motherhood, are purely egotistical.

As the above frames show, she's not even trying to defend herself and the child from Amalia's wrath (again, that's her father), rather, her actions are motivated by her pride, ego, and seething hatred of her sister-in-law. There's no moral high ground, no motherly love, no protective instintcs, nothing!

All there's left is the all-consuming desire to get rid of Amalia once and for all. Her hatred of her overrides all reason, which is probably part of the reason why her father came with her to the kingdom to reclaim the throne in the first place: because Aurora is both too unstable and impulsive to be trusted with such responsibility. The Osamodas King is essentially keeping her in check because she can't be trusted to be left to her own devices without messing it all up.

And this all ties back to her actions in season 4, which, combined with the webtoon, highlight her sheer hypocrisy. She claimed she only ran away because she was protecting her child, so she should be forgiven for throwing an entire kingdom and possibly the whole world to the wolves in order to save her own skin, but suddenly there's nothing wrong with fighting a very pissed off Sadida Queen (one of the most powerful Sadidas around after Sadida Himself and His dolls and the one she just so happens to have a personal vendetta against) while pregnant.

She didn't leave the kingdom because Armand told her to, she did so out of her own volition. Just like nothing she's doing is for her child, but for herself. She's no mother, let alone a queen, but an unstable, entitled brat.

#wakfu #wakfu analysis #wakfu season 4 #wakfu webtoon #wakfu la grande vague #wakfu the great wave #wakfu spoilers #amalia sheran sharm #yugo the eliatrope #armand sheran sharm #Aurora #the osamodas king #sadida #osamodas #ankama #krozmos #dofus

[thatfuckinjester]

hello i'm sad and making it everyone's problem

thanks to @cirrus-ghoulette for organizing whumpmonth!! also i'm using @wrathofrats beautiful dividers!!

Day Six: Phobia

oh and btw there's like flashbacks to phantom's past as a human here but he himself doesn't remember any of it, like it's just because i felt like it

TW: hospitals, death, abuse, threats, vomit/throwing up, running away, kinda suicide attempt. please if i missed something tell me

"Phantom?" Someone, the others said his name is Omega, called.

Phantom was sitting in the waiting room of the infirmary, his hands trembling from reasons he can't explain, doesn't know.

"Phantom?" The giant ghoul called again, titling his head sideway to look at him from more than just the corner of his eyes.

Phantom didn't want to respond, or maybe he just couldn't.

He felt sick.

"Phantom?" Again. He can't do it, he just can't.

He was just a kid. Or well, as much as you can be a kid when you're twelve.

The waiting room of the hospital was crowded. He didn't like when there were that many people around him.

But he made a promise, he had to keep it.

His hands are trembling in his lap. Is it wrong that he wished he wasn't so young out of nowhere? That maybe he could understand why he woke up to screaming? That maybe he'll understand why they're at the hospital now? Usually they won't allow him to get away with skipping school. Why ate they here?

He looks back at his lap.

His hands keep trembling when Mother stands up, Father keeps walking around aimlessly, knocking into people and getting mad.

He saw them mad before, but he doesn't understand this.

"xxxxxxx" Someone called him, he can't look up.

"xxxxxxx" Again with his name. He refuse to look up.

Maybe it's because he knows what's going on, what's going to come out of Father's mouth.

Maybe it's because he made a promise to always protect his little sibling.

Maybe it's because he failed.

"xxxxp- -Tom?"

Phantom finally looks at Omega, the giant ghoul at his eye level, something unfamiliar on his face.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly, and how didn't phantom noticed his hand holding his face softly?

Phantom shrugged, and then just because he felt bad for all of whatever this is gave a smile, "Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"..." Omega didn't answer, instead he stood up and stretched his arms out, Phantom kinda missed his touch but it's okay, it doesn't matter much.

"Do you really want to work here? You know that you don't have to, right?"

"Well if I'm a quint, shouldn't I?"

"You're sweet. What if you try something else for a little bit? Just to see if you'll like something else better?"

"But-"

"Don't worry, it's okay," And Omega's smile was maybe everything Phantom ever hoped for.

"I know exactly who could use another set of hands."

Ifrit is nice, talks a lot, Phantom likes it.

Ifrit is easy to understand. He's the day. It's pretty nice because Phantom isn't that different than him, but still is.

Phantom likes to think of himself more like the night type. Or maybe he just hasn't slept for way too long again.

"I like da way ya work." Ifrit said, he always say those stupid things that make Phantom happy.

"I think dat today ya're ready to see da furnace, what do ya say?"

"Yeah," Phantom said, and maybe it wasn't that enthusiastic, so he nodded as well just to get the point across.

He would love to see the furnace.

"Ya're cute ya know? Really." Ifrit smiled, Phantom hoped his tail wasn't wagging behind him. Or at least not enough for Ifrit to notice.

"Wha'd'ya say we go out there hm? We can come back 'fore the strom if we hurry."

"Yeah. Let's go." Phantom said, knowing well that Ifrit already noticed his tail, maybe he can pass it as enthusiasm to see the furnace.

But thinking back, maybe he wasn't ready.

Maybe it was just-

Fire.

There's something addicting to it,

xxxxxxx hates it.

They were sitting somewhere in the forest, Father going around, mumbling stuff to himself, everything that used to belong to his little sibling was burnt, the smell making xxxxxxx want to vomit.

Father kicked it all, jets of fire flying around before fading away.

He's so sick.

"Get in the car." Father said, already walking ahead. He couldn't say no, there was no other way back home.

The car drive is quite.

xxxxxxx doesn't even know why he decided to speak, but he had to.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked, Father's faced twitched.

"No." He answered in a tone that obviously meant yes. xxxxxxx swallowed around the lump in his throat.

"It's all good xxxxxxx! Of course I stayed with you, the fucking fuck up! What fo you think? Do you think I'm mad at you?" The car kept speeding.

"I can just crash us hear, what do you think? Would you go to hell kr heaven if you die? You killed...." And he just kept speeding up more and more and more and-

Phantom vomited at the smell of burning. Ifrit looked so sad, Phantom never ever meant to make him sad, to disappoint.

So he rans.

He rans and rans, he speeds up similarity to how a car would.

Phantom liked how comforting it was in the greenhouse, the smell of everything was just else. Better.

And he definitely didn't lay down there, behind a table, and just looked at the sky as the drip-drip-drip of the rain was getting stronger and stronger.

Phantom likes the rain.

He doesn't know why he's so terrified of everything around him, why just sitting in the infirmary hurt him, why just smelling something burnt made him so sick. He doesn't know why he's so wrong.

He likes the rain, it's nice, comforting, quite.

At least it's not storming. He doesn't know really what it is that he have against storms because his whole body is scarred with lighting like shapes.

Maybe there's just... Something is so very wrong with him.

He isn't supposed to walk around at night like that, all fake confidence. But does it matters? Does anything matter?

It's supposed to rain, to storm, they said, xxxxxxx hopes it will. He wishes it, prays to whoever is willing to listen.

And maybe laying in the middle of a road is the worst decision he's made, but what can even happen? He has no house to return to, he already wrote the letter, it's left on the table so maybe when his parents notice that he's gone they'll read it.

He left it unmarked, only a few words in there, nothing that will really say where he is, what he's doing, or why.

Just that when they will wake up they won't see him again.

Just that he's really sorry for the letter.

xxxxxxx closed his eyes, the warm road under him kind of rumbling, the sky night whipped in a blast of light from the lightning and he's already dreaming.

And when the thunder reaches his ears..

Phantom whines.

Fuck. Fuck it all.

#jester rumbling #don't worry ifrit is looking for him and they will kiss #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom #phantom ghoul #omega #omega ghoul #ifrit #ifrit ghoul #me??? projecting???? nooooooo #whump month 2024

[ivystoryweaver]

for tender prompts: dancing to a slow jazz song after a long day of work

JAKE LOCKLEY :3

I Don't Dance

"Miles Davis drifts into the kitchen, the smooth tones soothing you instantly, while making you ache for something romantic of your own."

Thanks for this @runa-falls! Ahhhhh love it! Not me back on my "Jake listens to Miles Davis" tangent again...

for @romanarose's Oscar Issac/Pedro Pascal Fan Art and Fiction Pride Event 2024 for June 9th-15th: first time with the same sex, first kiss

1.4k words || Jake Lockley x m!reader* || flirting, roommates to lovers, slightly suggestive, vague mentions of food and drinking, language

*reader inclusivity notes: Reader wears glasses, is taller than Jake

Life is good…enough.

Work can be a drag, but you look forward to coming home to your roommate Jake. Usually he's worked all night, slept all day, and the two of you meet up around dinner time. You're friendly roommates, always considerately cooking and making enough food for the other, keeping the dishes clean and playing video games together.

You have the most massive crush on the smaller man. He's gorgeous, with smoldering brown eyes and luscious dark curls, with a tinge of early gray...

You've never been with a man before. Just a few failed, awkward romances with women, a few years back.

But recently you've been realizing that you're not single because you're some sort of loser, or something equally upsetting. You're single because women actually just don't interest you, not as much emotionally, and not really at all sexually.

One time you heard Jake in his room with a partner, groaning and grunting in pleasure, his muffled voice telling his lover how to take him.

That was...eye-opening.

Now you think about him all the time, but you don't know how to tell him, and worse, if you even should tell him. He's way too cute for you...right? Cute doesn't begin to cover it - the man oozes confidence...experience...smolder.

He's really nice too.

He was gone for a few days, out of town "for work" (whatever that is). When he got back, he actually gave you a quick hug. "Missed you, man." You forgot to breathe for so long, it came out like a dramatic sigh once you did.

Jake wondered if you were annoyed, but instead, asked you to play video games. The sides of your arms touched the whole time, and you had to put a pillow over your lap because your obvious…attraction.

Jake senses the tension between you and wonders if you're mad that he finished the peanut butter and didn’t buy more.

You clear your throat awkwardly, your gaze flickering away. “No, I don't think I could ever be mad at you, Jake - especially not over peanut butter.”

He hums out an ambiguous response, dragging a hand over the sexy stubble on his chin. "You must've missed me then." His eyebrows shoot up playfully.

God you want him so bad.

As if your greeting hug and video-game-a-thon weren't enough, work the next day couldn't go worse. Sometimes you feel invisible to colleagues and especially to your boss, who seems to have completely ignored your inquiry about an open management position. After a day of being overlooked and passed over, you’re so done.

You finally make it home, drenched from a sudden shower that seemed to wait until you walked out of work to start, and decided to stop as soon as you made it through your front door. Shedding your wet jacket, you stamp your feet on the mat just inside the door, yanking off your fogged up glasses so you can wipe them clean.

Unfortunately, rain does not look good on you the way it does on Jake. If he comes home wet, he's something out of a noir film, removing his cap, pushing those long fingers through his perfectly damp, thick curls - droplets of water making his long lashes shine as they kiss his cheeks. Rivulets of rain snake down the corded thickness of his throat, disappearing into his deliciously drenched white shirt, which hugs the shape of his body temptingly.

Must be nice.

Maybe you can make it to your room before he sees you looking like a wet rat.

You shower and make yourself presentable enough, moving around your home quietly, afraid your pathetic-ness will somehow repel your roommate - secretly crushed that Jake doesn't interact with you for an hour or so. Maybe he doesn't notice how brutal your day was.

A delicious aroma wafts down the hall from the kitchen a while later and you realize Jake is cooking dinner. Deciding you'd rather be in his presence than mope in your room, you venture out to interact. Dinners with Jake are the highlight of your life after all - that is, when you're not sitting with him, touching him, playing games together.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you steady yourself, remembering to take things one day at a time. He might not even be into guys. Or you specifically.

Jake looks up as you enter the kitchen, dark eyes brightening, but somehow immediately softening at your apparent distress. Your shoulders sag in defeat even as you put on a brave face to greet him.

Usually he leaves you alone when you're quiet, assuming you prefer it that way, but after you sat together all last night, he thought maybe...

Setting down a wooden spoon and reducing the heat underneath a sizzling skillet, he turns to you, and your heart races as you realize he's giving you his full attention. It's not helping that he's wearing an apron - that sight alone might kill you.

"You okay?" Dark eyebrows arch curiously as he boldly inches forward.

Blowing out an exhale through your lips, you quickly nod, realizing that simple inquiry means more to you than anything.

Reaching out to grasp your forearm, he peers up at you earnestly. "Hey...talk to me."

You force a smile as your 'brave face' wavers. "Just a shit day. Nothing really."

He pulls a face of his own - a smirk curling the corner of his kissable lips. He's got to stop doing that or you're going to fall head over heels. (Too late).

"Okay, then," he relents, meandering over a few cabinets to where you keep the booze. Jake pours you a drink to settle your nerves, presenting it to you with a comedic flourish, as if you are his liege lord and he's your servant. Eh, probably just a fantasy of yours...

You chuckle, muttering, "thanks," as he brushes past you, disappearing into the living room to turn on the record player. Jake is a mystery, but his collection of albums might be the most sexy thing about him.

Miles Davis drifts into the kitchen, the smooth tones soothing you instantly, while making you ache for something romantic of your own.

You toss your drink back in a couple of long gulps, hoping to gain some proverbial liquid courage as Jake returns to his task, reaching for the wooden spoon to stir.

"Thanks for the drink," you say, bravely moving closer, bumping arms with him. "Need some help?"

Setting the spoon back down, he turns a smoldering gaze your way. "Dance with me."

You almost choke. "Wh-what?"

"You heard me." He roughly whispers. Tugging at the string of his apron, he pulls it loose and sets it on the countertop, leaving him in a tight, white t-shirt and joggers which rest on the swell of his hips. Offering his hand, he repeats, "Dance with me."

Your body responds, seemingly without permission from your brain as you take his waiting hand - the contact zinging up your arm, electrifying you. "I-I don't dance."

He hums out a knowing chuckle, eyes sparkling at the challenge. "Everybody can dance, here." Boldly gripping your hand, he eases your arm around his waist, giving you an out before going too far. "Stop me if I fuck this up." He pulls you closer than you expected, his breath ghosting your cheek.

"Jake..."

"Am I getting this wrong?" He asks you seriously, sounding a bit nervous - his voice pinched even as he possessively cinches you closer. "I...want you and I feel like you want me too, but...fuck, if I'm wrong, please don't kick me out."

You can't believe this is truly happening. How is this man actually real - how is he touching you, saying these things? And moreover, why are you not responding?

Afraid you might cry or something humiliating, a breathless laugh rushes out of you, cutting the tension. "I'm not gonna kick you out."

Soulful jazz crescendos, soothing the surge of worries threatening to ruin this moment, and before you can overthink - as you do - you pull him closer. "Come here..."

Your heart stops when he lays his head on your chest, almost causing you to forget to dance, but you realize, in that moment, that you trust his lead. You believe his words - at least your body does, and you sway to the music, moving in synchrony with this man you adore.

And as you wonder if the stars have aligned and you might really have a chance with him, he tilts his head up and presses his mouth to yours.

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I loved the boss story. Would be cool to expand a part 2 with the reader and Nolan 👀

Please find Part 1 on my page!

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Thanks, Boss! 2

The wedding reception had been wonderful. Kate's coworker had written an amazing, romantic speech about his bride to be that had admittedly brought her to tears. She blamed the hormones from recently having her quadruplets, but a part of her suspected it was a bit more than that.

Her boyfriend, Chris, had abandoned her at the dinner table to keep doing shots at the bar. Not that unusual from every night he was home with her, honestly.

"Mind if I take a seat?"

Kate looked up to see her attractive boss, Nolan. His broad shoulders filled out his suit nicely, but it was his warm smile that did it for her. She moved her purse from the chair next to her. "Not at all, please."

"I don't mean to sound inappropriate at all, being your boss and all. But you look absolutely stunning tonight, Kate."

Her cheeks heated.

She didn't have the heart to tell him what a nightmare it was trying to find a dress to contain her massive breasts; breastfeeding quadruplets had left her popping out of an M Cup on a good day, and the dress she wore tonight was barely hanging on. Even the nursing bra she wore underneath creaked, as if threatening to tear.

Worst off, she had pumped not long before getting to the wedding, but her breasts felt fuller by the minute.

Yet she never felt embarrassed about any of that when she was with him. Nolan had a calming and understanding presence about him that was genuine and made her feel safe.

The way a man ought to make his woman feel.

"Chris is a very lucky man." The comment sent a heat through Kate, and her breasts throbbed with fullness. Nolan tilted his head to the side. "Where is he, anyway?"

"At the bar, getting shots." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "He doesn't seem to think he's so lucky. Tied down to a woman with four children, after all."

"His children."

Kate shrugged. "He doesn't care."

Nolan shook his head and raised his glass of pinot, gesturing for her to do the same. "Well, cheers to his knockout of a wife that he doesn't deserve."

She couldn't help but snicker. She cheered him with her own wine, and they both took a sip.

"He really doesn't know how damn lucky he is."

Kate looked back at her boss. His large brown eyes were deep, soulful, and a slight rouge glazed his cheeks. No wonder he was being so forward; he was a little intoxicated.

"He's not that lucky, Nolan..."

He shook his head. "I disagree."

Kate snorted and put her hands on her hips. The action jostled her breasts, and for the first time, she noticed her stoic, super polite boss stare down at them. Yet unlike when other men stared, she didn't want him to stop. His pupils dilated, which made her nipples harden with arousal, something she knew he could see through her thin nursing bra.

The longer he stared, the more she noticed how wet she was getting. She remembered just how much milk he had drank from the bottles in his office; would it be too much to want him to grab her breasts and feed right from the source? To want him to fill her with children?

Holy hell, she was horny for her boss!

Blushing, she tried to turn the thoughts by looking away. Still, his gaze was warm and inviting, and it felt awfully nice to be wanted by someone like him.

"How do you figure Chris is lucky?"

Nolan took a gentle sip from his glass. "For starters, his girlfriend has what have to be the most perfect breasts in the world. Massive pillows of comfort with enough milk in her to feed her family and an entire orphanage."

Kate couldn't help but feign offense. "An orphanage?!"

He was right of course; as it was, she could feel the nursing bra she was wearing digging tighter and tighter as she filled up with more and more milk. Blue veins pulsed the surface, begging her to nurse or pump, or else the tight red dress she was in was going to be dripping. Yet she couldn't help but stare back as Nolan continued.

"You donate your excess milk to children in need at hospitals because you adore kids. If the hormones you give off all the time are to be trusted, you want a hell of a lot more of them, too."

Right again. Her cheeks flushed. "I want to have like... eight..."

A playful, almost naughty smile played upon his lips. "Eight kids, or eight more kids?"

Good God, with how lusty his voice was, she didn't know anymore.

"If it were me," Nolan continued, "I wouldn't have made my girlfriend who just gave birth to quadruplets go back to work unless she wanted to. I would have made sure she and our kids had everything they needed while we continued to build our family with plenty of breastfed children. And, as long as she was okay with it, I would make sure she was always pregnant."

Oh fuck. Kate tried crossing her legs to hide the fact that her panties were soaked as she stifled a moan. Her breasts felt so incredibly tight in the bra and dress, it was hard to breathe.

"I can't lie, seeing you pregnant at work was a massive distraction for me, Kate. You're like a fertility goddess tantalizing me, because I know I can't have you anywhere close to how much I want you."

Suddenly, with the sound of two snaps and a slight tearing sound, Kate lurched forward under the weight of her breasts as she let out a moan.

Looking down at them, she realized the clasps on her nursing bra must have broken completely under all the extra weight of her engorged breasts. And when they did, her cleavage came spilling out, and her dress had ripped to make more space for her massive mammaries.

But she didn't care. Her nipples were hard from arousal, and the dark pink meat from her areolas were spilling out from the dress. Everything Nolan had said excited her, and her body was ready.

"I knew you were looking a little full." He smirked, but stared down at her breasts affectionately. "Do you want my jacket to cover up?"

She shook her head and got to her feet, her freed breasts jostling and audibly sloshing around the milk. She took his hand and pulled, leading him away from the table, ignoring the stares she got from others who had noticed her dress mishap.

"Everything okay?"Nolan asked once they had gotten to the parking lot.

Kate nodded, the action finally making one of her nipples pop out. Cherry red and dripping, she knew her boss would stare, and she was right.

"I choose you."

"Hmm?"

"I am so horny, Nolan. For you, for that life that you want. I need you to get me pregnant. I need you to keep getting me pregnant, even if it means twenty or thirty kids." There was no room for embarrassment anymore. She pressed her massive leaking breasts against his chest and looked up at him pleadingly. "Please?"

He took her engorged mammaries in his hands and gently massaged them. Each time his fingers hit a gland, a spurt of milk dampened his shirt until he was near soaked.

"Poor thing, you're so full..." He leaned down and lapped at the small river her breast had made as Kate let out a load moan. "Did you need me to nurse on them while I fuck you in the car?"

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[chenfordspiral]

What are your top 5 Chenford scenes ever?

Sarah, we need to have a serious talk because this is not okay. I can barely narrow it down to top 5 scenes from each season, now you want me to name top 5 scenes EVER?? I don’t have a word strong enough to tell you how rude this is. (Apologies in advance for the mountain of gifs I put in here. I just couldn't decide. Such a shocker, I know.)

(1) Um, so… can I already cheat for this one and say both the hug in the desert and the hospital scene? Yes? Cool.

(2) The ending scene from 5x12. You all know why.

(3) THE DANCE (4x18). Just… look at them. I could watch this forever.

(4) Their first real kiss (5x10).

(5) The entire buildup to and then the subsequent awkwardness after their first kiss. I mean, Tim in her apartment and them sitting on her couch so comfortably, his broken brain, Tamara walking in on them "practicing," Tim's realization at the end in the hall... just everything. Seeing gifsets of this scene is what got me hooked on this show two years ago, so of course it needs to be up here.

And because I’m an indecisive bitch (you all know that I am) and Sarah's a meanie, here’s five more, not in any particular order, just numbered to keep track.

(6) Tim giving her the ring back in 2x12. We saw Lucy struggling the entire episode even when she wouldn’t admit it, and in the end it was Tim who got through to her. And then of course she realizes who found and saved her when he tosses her the ring. So yeah, I’m super normal about this scene.

(7) Maybe not a super popular choice, but their talk in the parking lot at the end of 5x08. I had this scene playing on a loop for all of December 2022, and I still love it.

(8) Their hug in the hospice in 4x09. I mean, how can you not love this and completely melt away when you see Tim just totally giving in and practically being held up (and together) by Lucy?

(9) Airplane bathroom kiss. I think this one explains itself. Actually, all of those airplane scenes because.. woah.

(10) 5x22 fight scene. Love me some power couple completely crushing it. (Can I add the hug in here, too? Mh, my post so I will, lol.)

There’s about a million more that I wanna add right now but I will stop here and pretend I don’t wanna change everything about this list already.

Thanks for the ask, Sarah! ❤︎

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