#they're texting each other the pizza order

[incorrectbatfam]

Gooner's plans for valentine's day?

Rob hates Valentine's Day to the point where he scratches it out on his calendar. Still, his kids will make cards at school and they'd watch his late wife's favorite movies together while he has a picture of her on the end table

Blaise and Molly have a will-they-won't-they kind of dynamic and they're not sure what to make of Valentine's—whether they should act like just friends or something else. They wind up hanging out the singles in their separate friend groups but are constantly checking their phones and texting each other

Otto, being 70, is a little old-fashioned. He surprises his wife with flowers and breakfast in bed, then after work they dress up and go to the same restaurant they've been going to for years and have a nice dinner followed by a long drive

Milo has had his eye on an exchange student at school and right now he's just trying to get closer, which is a little challenging considering they're on different rungs of the social ladder. He plans on approaching her at school with a note he spent all night agonizing over

Mac and his long-term girlfriend are homebodies whose idea of a date night is ordering pizza and playing World of Warcraft in their pajamas

Gene still has lingering feelings for his ex-wife but he's been making an effort to move on, so this Valentine's Day he matched with someone online and is going on his first date in a long time at a local café

Kellin is familiar with the concept of Valentine's Day but it was never celebrated in his childhood and they don't see any reason to start now. So instead, they meet Booker at a favorite ramen place because Booker needed help with homework (which is odd, since he's normally the one helping others)

#original character #gotham gooners #gooners #rob steeler #gunner steeler #jackie steeler #blaise ashwin #molly adams #otto von hammerstein #milo carr #mac weber-keyes #gene poule #kellin awut #booker smartt #batman #batfamily #batfam #batman family #gotham rogues #dc villains #gotham #dc comics #headcanon #valentines day #tw angst #tw death mention

[rottenpumpkin13]

*timidly walks up to the cash register*

Can I… can I plz ask for your fluffiest AGSZ or SZ snippet/headcanon plz? I’ve been lanced in the heart by your wonderfully evil community and it’s what the doctor ordered :,3 ❤️

Innocent Moments No One Sees

• Zack laughing so hard at the way Sephiroth pronounces schedule that milk comes out of his nose. Sephiroth then laughing so hard at the milk coming out of Zack's nose that he is immobile on the ground for several minutes.

• Sephiroth falling asleep in the library, Genesis and Angeal counting how many books they can stack on top of him before he wakes up.

• Zack folding paper daisies that Aerith taught him and placing them in Sephiroth's hair one by one during a meeting.

• Angeal and Sephiroth walking back to the tower after getting milkshakes. They got different flavors, but switch drinks every ten minutes. They're talking about what they would name their hypothetical pet chocobo.

• Genesis giving Zack another ear piercing. Zack is sitting on Genesis' bathroom sink with his feet up, wearing a battered Loveless hoodie he fully plans on stealing from him. They're both talking about the first time they got their ears pierced as Genesis works.

• Angeal and Zack going on a run and jokingly racing each other. Angeal can't catch up to Zack, who has infinite energy. Then Zack trips and faceplants on the ground, getting a bloody nose. Angeal then gives him a piggyback ride back to the tower. They're clowning around on their way there, with Zack pretending that he's a cowboy and Angeal is his horse.

• Zack dragging Sephiroth up to the roof on a rainy day, giving him a fun yellow raincoat and ordering that he jump in all the puddles to heal his inner child. Little did they know that Genesis and Angeal had been hiding behind some ventilation units and would come out with two giant super-soakers.

• Sephiroth and Genesis walking around the Skyview hall at three AM. Neither of them can sleep and are still in pajamas. They're sharing earbuds and laughing at all the cringey music Genesis has on his old MP3.

• Genesis and Angeal sprawled out on Angeal's kitchen floor in the middle of the afternoon looking at an old photo album from their childhood. They're eaten their way through half a box of ice cream sandwiches already.

• The four of them having a sleepover at Sephiroth's apartment. They've already ordered pizza, Genesis has made them all drinks, and they're now playing a boardgame with a movie that they've long abandoned playing in the background.

• The four of them going on a shopping trip to the mall. Zack is trailing behind Genesis at some high-end boutique. He's eating mango ice cream and critiquing every one of Genesis' outfit choices. Meanwhile, Angeal and Sephiroth are laughing their asses off. They found a gothic clown painting at an art store and are now lugging it back to the car. They plan on hanging it in Lazard's office as a prank.

• Sephiroth putting clear tape on his office door at Zack's exact eye level, then texting him "I have cookies in my office if you want some." He then watches as Zack runs into the tape at full speed.

• All of them going on a mission together, something that usually doesn't happen, but even Lazard could agree that they needed a break. The four of them are laying on the grass outside the camp with their heads touching. They're watching the stars and sharing jokes. Nothing bad has happened yet.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #zack fair #ff7r #ff7 crisis core #headcanons

[obsidiancreates]

OKAY THE PROMISED REINCARNATION AU

As I said, I read a fic with 2012 boys having died and reincarnated into the Rise universe and adopted by the Rise boys and it gave me IDEAS so anyway

So I want Max Angst when the 2012 boys remember their past lives. I don't know exactly when they died, but I'm having Monster Arc and Heart of Evil and stuff be canon, but not Mutant Apocalypse. Again, not sure how/when they died to make this possible. But it WAS before they turned 20.

They're reincarnated as lil' babies, just tiny lil' guys. They're born to a normal turtle but uh, they aren't normal turtles, so the owner of their turtle freaks out and puts them in a box in a random alleyway. And then, as luck would have it, Señor Hueso opens Run of the Mill one day to find a box of small mutant baby turtles. With a deep sigh, he takes the box inside, feeds them some veggies, and calls up Leo.

"Ah, Pepino, none of you or your brothers have had any... flings lately, have you? No? Well, I ask because a box of baby turtles were in front of the door today-"

He's not even finished with the sentence before a portal opens up and all four Rise boys (probably early to mid twenties in ages) and Splints tumble out. Splints grabs the box, looks inside, and says "We'll take them!"

"That was easier than I thought."

They order some pizzas while there, of course, and get to know these tiny babies while they wait. They all seem to be the same species of turtle, and all the same age.

Now in the fic I read each Rise Boy raised their counterpart, which is great, but it could also be cool for them to be raised by their non-counterparts too? Like I could see 2012 Raph having been raised by Rise Mikey and 2012 Leo being raised by Rise Donnie? I think for this we'll have their own counterparts raise them but food for thought, let me know what other Father-Son pairings you'd do personally.

Anyway for the rest of this I'll be referring to Rise as Raphie, Leon, Angelo, and Donald, and 2012 as their usual nicknames.

Raphie holds the second smallest baby and coos at him, wiggling a finger over his face and watching the way the baby tracks it with beady little eyes. None of them seem to have irises or sclera at first, but Donald says it could just look like that because they're so young, the same thing happens with kittens who've just opened their eyes. As Raphie coos over the baby and waves his finger around, the baby scrunches up his face and starts to cry! Raphie panics for a second, but Splints shows him how to properly cradle the baby and soon lil' Raph is asleep.

Yes, they name their sons after themselves, Because They Would Do That, but also because Splints kept accidentally calling the babies those names anyway and they didn't want to confuse the little guys too much.

Donald holds baby Donnie up like he's examining a peculiar invention for a bit, and baby Donnie just smiles at him and makes baby sounds. After a bit of examining Donald cradles Donnie in one of the battle shell's robot arms and begins softly singing a little Dewey Decimal System rap he made up and baby Donnie slowly falls asleep as well.

Angelo is just gushing over this cute little baby and making all the silly faces, and baby Mikey is giggling and babbling non-stop, reaching up and lightly slapping Angelo's face with his lil' baby hands and it is The Cutest Ever! Angelo's heart is stolen and it sets the path for Mikey to be So Spoiled in the future.

Leon holds the last baby, a quiet and calm little guy who's just staring at him. He's a little creeped out, to be honest, and nothing he's doing to make the baby laugh is working. Then Hueso brings over the pizzas, and Leon grins and says "We'll need 'em, raising these guys is going to leave us, uh bone tired." And maybe it's the voice he uses or the cocky grin but that finally makes baby Leo laugh! And Leon's heart melts because the baby likes puns this is perfect.

So they take them home and bam! Four sons now! April is hanging out with Casey and Casey Jr when she gets the text "YOU'RE AN AUNT NOW!" and of course this makes her very concerned so all three of them head right for the lair and they enter to find Draxum on the couch with a book on child development, Splints playing peek-a-boo with a single bassinet full of four baby turtles, and the four brothers all eating as Draxum tosses out little snippets of advice from book and they all nod.

"Where'd you get those?" April says, pointing at the bassinet.

"Someone left them outside of Run of the Mill? Can you believe it? Four perfect little angels and someone didn't want them!" Angelo coos. At that moment baby Raph starts crying again, frustrated by the peek-a-boo game (and a little scared that Splints keeps disappearing).

Anyway, the four are raised as brothers and not cousins because non-nuclear family structures for the win, and it's great! They're all a little more well-adjusted than their past selves were. Raph's anger issues are taken more seriously and Angelo and Raphie talk with him a lot about it and help him find ways to manage it. Donnie feels way less insecure/resentful of being a mutant because he grows up around humans and mutants alike this time and goes out to the surface way sooner, and as we all know it's a lot easier to pass as humans with very little effort in the Rise world. Mikey's ADHD is like, taken seriously and everyone knows he's not dumb, just impulsive and has trouble paying attention (sometimes though he just chooses to be a little shit and they still get mad at him for those times).

I actually think Leo will end up the most The Same, just because his drive to be perfect/severity/endless pressure on himself doesn't really start until after he's made Leader in 2012, before that he seems mostly normal (for a teenage mutant ninja turtle anyway).

Wow this was meant to be an angst AU but Baby Cuteness got to me. Well I'll put the angst under a Read More I guess so y'all who don't want it can just have this happiness.

So when they're about 15, they start feeling more restless. They have a lot of fun with their family, but they haven't done much of the hero stuff. Their dads have tried to keep it to a minimum (it can never be Zero for them, but they have a strict "Let us get our kids home or at least ignore them while they hide" policy with the villains and most of them, like Warren and Hypno, don't mind and totally oblige and yes this is partly because The Rise Boys are intimidating parents and partly because why would they beat up an eight-year-old?)

So they've been minorly involved in some fights, but gosh, they're just kids. Their dads remember how fun it was to fight bad guys at their age, but also how damaging it was in the long run. And for the most part, their sons have been fine with it. They've gone a few minor fights here and there, even have a nemesis of their own (Hypno and Warren adopted a yokai girl, some kind of bird I think, and she's the most pompous person alive, their fights are never intense though because her dads are also protective) and it's been fine.

But it's like a switch flips, and suddenly they're constantly itching to go out. Suddenly Raph's having trouble remembering his anger management methods. Suddenly Mikey's acting up more than usual. Suddenly Donnie's patience is paper-thin. Suddenly Leo's being bossy and demanding of his brothers.

Well, "suddenly" isn't quite right. It's slow, but it definitely starts on their 15th birthday. And it just keeps getting worse.

And they're having nightmares. Lots of them. Donald rushes into Donnie's room one night after hearing screaming to find Donnie clutching his arm to his chest and sobbing incoherently about needing to find Mikey and Raph because he's after them, but come morning when Donald asks all Donnie can remember is "Something big hit me, and I knew they weren't safe either."

One night Leon hears a crash and runs into Leo's room to find his son crying, having fallen out of bed and landed on his knee funny and he's holding his throat begging to see his brothers. Again, come morning all he remembers is that he'd been in a bad fight and They Weren't Safe.

Angelo wakes up to Mikey crawling into his bed, shaking and quietly crying, and mumbling about squirrels and evil moms and all kinds of terrible things, and Angelo hugs him and calms him down. In the morning Mikey just says he might need to stop reading horror comics.

Raphie can't even comfort his son because Raph screams when he sees him through sheep-glazed eyes and backs away and begs and begs to leave him and his brothers alone, and he calls out for Leo over and over until his brother and uncle in blue both come in and Leo hugs Raph and the two fall asleep in each other's arms. In the morning Raph just says he thinks Donnie's nightmare from before got to him, and that something else got Leo and got him bad.

And they become so tired. They can barely sleep anymore. Leo's leg should be fine by now, it was just bruised, but he keeps limping. Donnie keeps staring at nothing, lost in thought, and all he can say when someone asks what's wrong is he feels like they're missing something, someone, and he's taking minor failures so hard now. Raph keeps looking around the lair like he's expecting something to jump out at them, keeps gripping his sai like he'll need to use them at a moment's notice. Mikey keeps acting desperate to be heard whenever he suggests something, and he keeps checking the freezer and tearing up when whatever he's looking for that he doesn't even know isn't there.

There's some nights where they don't scream or go to their dads. There's some nights, that only them and their grandpa know about, where they sneak into Splints's room and ask if they can just stay there for a little while. Sometimes all of them end up in there at once, and Splints wakes up to them gathered around his bed, leaning up against it as they sleep with weapons in hand. He never tells anyone, just shakes Raph and Leo awake so they can carry their brothers back to bed, and he goes with to tuck them all in. And sometimes on those nights, when the boys are half-asleep and mumbling, he thinks he hears them call him 'Sensei'.

And then there's the way they fight.

Their dads are all deeply concerned the first time they do some sparring after their 15th birthday. Because they seem to forget to pull back.

Leo flips Mikey with full strength and Mikey swings his nunchucks without bothering to aim away from Leo's limbs. Raph slams his shoulder into Donnie's chest hard enough to completely knock the breath out of him and then Donnie jabs the end of his bo into Raph's chest right back so hard that it cracks the wood. Draxum and Splints break them up, always on the sidelines watching with pride in their grandsons, and The Rise Dads scold them all for being so brutal to their own brothers.

It's during a fight with Meatsweats and some new cooking assistant of his that they learn Donnie and Mikey added some blades to their own weapons. And all four go for a kill blow when they get the chance. Meatsweats is out of there faster than you can say "Cowabunga", bruised and bloodied, and the dads have another talk with their sons. Something along the lines of "You can't be 15 year old murderers!"

And then there's the anger. All four of them are suddenly so very, very angry. And not in the short-tempered way Raph's been his whole life, or the easily irritable way Donnie's always been. They're all deeply, painfully, angry. And none of them can really explain why. Just that it feels like they lost something.

And then, one day, Donald is wearing his mystic-seeing goggles when Donnie enters the lab. And what he sees chills him to the core.

He sees this overlay. It's Donnie, but not. The overlay is a little taller, a little older, and horrifically scarred on every inch of his body. His shell and plastron are littered with scratches and chips. He's got small scars and nicks all over his body. He's got a big one on the arm Donald remembers him clutching after his first nightmare. He's got horrific burn scars on his head and face, like someone electrocuted him over and over and over without mercy, and there's burn scars everywhere else too but those look circumstantial and the ones on his face looks purposeful. There's so much visible pain, all over this overlay of his son, his son. And it doesn't even look much older, maybe four years older at most, and-

And it's so angry.

It's a transparent purple, a sort of lavender color the same as Donnie's mask, but it's eyes are a solid and stark white. They're narrowed, and his mouth is set in a deep scowl. Tears drip down his face non-stop, but it's like the overlay isn't even aware he's crying from the way he just radiates anger.

And Donald grab Donnie's arm, panicking, and lifts his goggles.

His son is looking at him in confusion and concern, and he's fine. He's got one scar, and it's just from a skateboarding accident he had when they were around 10 and his elbow pad slipped up when he skid across the ramp. He's not scowling, he's not crying, and he's trying to get his dad's attention.

"Could you get your brothers and uncle?" Donald asks, and Donnie nods and runs off.

When they get back Donald has set up a large x-ray like machine. He asks the boys to stand behind it, and explains to his own brothers that he put his mystic crystal into this machine to check something. He explains, quietly, that he saw something that half-explains what's been going on with their sons.

And he turns it on.

And oh, god.

Raph's overlay has a large chip taken out of the right corner of his plastron, and just like his brothers, is littered in scars on every inch of him. His overlay is scowling and crying and white-eyed, and it's body language is so much more tense. Raph himself is just sitting there, arms crossed, a little annoyed but not too upset, until he looks up and sees his dad and uncles crying.

Mikey such a strange one to see, scowling like that, just so full of anger and pain. Like Raph he doesn't seem to have any huge scars, until he bends over for a second because he dropped something and all over the back of his shell there are these discolored spots, like something broke it open from the inside and it had to heal back over. The thought makes Angelo's heart and stomach drop and makes him need to lean again Raphie.

And Leo. None of the overlays are free of scars, hundreds of scars, but Leo... he has the most small ones small but deep, like shards of glass stuck into his skin and had to be pulled out. He's got a jagged, messy scar on his throat that wraps almost all the way around to the back, and they can see another all-encompassing scar around his newly-bum knee. There's so many scars that follow such a specific pattern, two blades spaced apart in such a precise manner slashed across him without mercy and-

Draxum and Splints had followed, and they're both silent, horrified, and Draxum quietly says, "I think... those overlays are their souls."

And suddenly the whole family has a new mission: find out why their boys have such wounded souls. Find out who did this to them. Find out how to fix it.

They don't tell the boys what they saw, and it's for the best, because the nightmares keep getting worse and now they have scars they can place some of the half-remembered stories to. And they start to piece together that the boys are remembering some other life, some other world, and is this some kind of curse or something else? Is it another world bleeding through and affecting their boys, or is it possible they came from that world?

And then, as they're struggling to figure this out and to help their boys through sudden new PTSD episodes and triggers that their boys don't understand the cause of, then...

A portal opens somewhere in New York.

A pink, triangular portal.

And they find somewhere to point all the anger they have for their boys.

(I also have another version of this where they don't discover what's happening until The Rise Dads are captured by the 2012 Kraang and the 2012 boys, who fully remember their past lives, charge in to save them, and their Ninpo manifests as they can reach into the other world and pull things through like The Shellraizer and such, but it comes with the cost of their new bodies becoming more and more like their old ones, so their dads watch them fight incredibly viciously and pull all this stuff out of some other dimension and have to just watch as all these scars appear on them and they get older but suddenly they stop getting older very soon and that hurts just as much as seeing the scars and they're both horrified and in awe of how their sons are fighting.)

#tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt #tmnt crossover #reincarnated au

[yuyu1024]

Reflection

Pairings: Wooyoung × y/n

Genre/tags: fuck buddies

Warning: 🔞 a little fluff, smut/angst, semi public, unprotected sex, pet names

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.6k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: reposting all my stories one by one again as I deleted my acct by mistake. All of the stories I will be posting is all mine. (All of my fanfics/oneshots are also available wattpad @/shinestar1024)

Finally it's my rest day! I am done with my laundry and sort of cleaning my whole apartment. I am so tired but sleeping or just laying around is none of my options for today.

I got a text from Wooyoung that their schedule today for practice will end earlier today so they can have time to rest. They are not rushing the practices as they have a lot of time still before the comeback. So, I decided to hurry things up for my day so I can drop by his company to visit him and see him. Even his members. I miss hanging out with them too. They are the sweetest.

Wooyoung and I haven't seen each other for a while now. We usually just chat and video call each other daily but that's not enough. We miss each other dearly. He tried sneaking out a few times. We usually meet in the park or in a parking lot somewhere but barely had an hour to ourselves. He's too busy.

Ugh. I miss my boyfriend. I miss his hugs and kisses.

"Look who's here to visit!" Mingi says outloud, almost yelling, when I entered the practice room.

I greet everyone, giving them the biggest smile.

"Long time no see!" San approaches me and gives me a hug. "What food did you bring?" His attention went from me to the food I am carrying.

"It's not much but... I brought 2 boxes of chicken and 4 orders of pizza." I point at the box Yunho is carrying behind me. "He helped me carry the food.." I add

"Yes!! Chicken!!" Yeosang cheers and takes the food from me. "Let's go to the pantry and eat!"

"Yaaah!! Give me chicken too!" Mingi runs after Yeosang and the rest follows.

"Join us if you want... or...." San looks at me and then at Wooyoung who is across the room sitting down on the floor, back on the wall, resting. "Stay here and be with him..."

"We'll just join you after." Wooyoung answers as he stands up.

"Okay then... I'll just notify everyone not to come here for awhile." San smirks and then quietly leaves the pratice room, closing the door shut.

I quietly laughed at how he walked out.

"I missed seeing those dimples..." His hand slides from behind, hugging me and holding me tight around my waist.

"I missed you too." I tilt my head on the side, looking back at him. "How are you?"

"Better, now that you're here." He lowers his head to give me a smooch on the lips. "You look so beautiful..." he whispers

"You too... well actually.." I loosen up his hands around my waist so I can twirl around and face him. "You look hot." I say, grinning

"Do I?" He smiles and tugs my loose hair behind me ear. "Thank you for visiting me during practice..."

"I know you're busy so... it's okay. Plus.. I am a fan too. I am also excited for your comeback so I understand."

"I'm so lucky..." he scrunches his nose as he lay his forehead on mine.

"By the way... Aren't we going to join them to eat? Aren't you hungry?"

"I am hungry..."

"Let's go then!"

He stops me mid-way, grabbing me by the wrist.

"I didn't meant hungry for food..." he says under his breathe.

He places the hand he took around his neck while his other hand scoops me back to his embrace.

"San locked the door... Mingi, Yeosang and Hongjoong eat quite slow... the other members will not leave then until they're done..."

"Ahm... what?"

He tilts my head back to get more access on my neck. "It means... we... have... time..." he says in between kisses. "I can't wait until they let us go home... I want you... now..."

I moan at every mark he leaves on my kiss.

"Oh y/n..." he breathes

I start to kiss him back. My hands holds onto his muscular arms for support. I feel like I'm melting in every kiss and caress he does on my body.

"Please... let me... have... you.. now..." he says while we our devouring each other.

I gave him a small nod as I try to catch my breathe.

He growls with exictement as he lifts me up. My legs wrapped around him. We continue to kiss as he walks me to the corner of the room my back is now leaning on the wall. I can see our reflection from the mirror across the room.

Oh gosh, we looked like hayennas. We are literally all over each other. And if anyone peaks through the door, they'll see us. It's making my heart pound but I'm not worried at the same time. Like I don't give a shit if they see us.

"Take your top off." He says as he puts me down.

I do what he asked me to do. Whislt I am unbuttoning my blouse, he starts to undress himself too. Starting from his hoodies to his black tank top.

He is massive. Wooyoung have been working out with San and it is showing now. He's arms are thick and his chest and shouldets are wider than before. I can barely see myself now through the mirror. He's covering me.

"God..." he snarls, "You look so perfect." His chest moving fast. "I hope san told them to just go home and leave us be. Coz, I want to enjoy this." His hands cups my laced covered breasts. "They fill up my hands.. they're beautiful." He pushes down my bra, lowers his head and starts to lick the tip sending an amount of sensation throughout my whole body.

"Aah!" Throwing my head back, covering my mouth as I moan his name at every lick. "Shit!" I gasp as he puts it in his mouth and suck. "My baby!" I cry

His free hand crawls down, rubbing and caressing my core. I should've worn an easy access dress instead of jeans but it doesn't matter. My knees are already shaking just the though of his hands on it.

"Fuck!" He grunts "I need to get in now..." he hurriedly pulls down his pants along with his boxer brief. He is hard and ready. "I want to do this slowly.... make you feel good... but I'm going to loose my mind if I don't feel yout warmth now."

"I don't care." I say as I unzip my pants, let it ripple under my fit and kick it off. "Fill me in, my baby."

He carries me up again, my core on the right spot. He gently eases his way in. Holy shit. He's so big!

I arch my back, moving my hip lightly to be in the right position. "Y-you fucking feel amazing baby!" I say

"You're so wet for me, y/n. Ugh. I'm so turned on!" He hisses.

He starts to move his hip in a slow beat first. Slow but fucking hitting the right spot. Each hump makes me gasp and cry his name.

"Go faster... now.. please...let me come.." I beg

"My pleasure..." he kisses me on the lips. Our tongue dances in each other's mouth as his thrust like there's no tomorrow

Holy hell. I will never knew that he had been dancing since this morning, practicing based on how he fucks me right now. I can't believe this man's stamina.

"W-wooyoung!" My eyes rolls as I close them, "I... ahhhhh... Yes!"

"Come for me baby. Let's me taste you after."

"Ah!!" I hold on tight on his stone shoulder as I release and let go. "Oh baby..." I can feel myself, wet and weak.

Kissing me on the cheek, "that was perfect... I love it when you scream my name."

"Woo..." I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hard again. Biting his lower lip when I get a chance. "Clean me up please..."

His grin grows wider. "Of course."

Spreading my legs apart, I give him access to my dripping core. His tongue glides along giving me tingling sensation throughout my body. It feels so good.

I watch myself through the mirror. Almost naked, my blouse hanging on for dear life on my shoulders and sweaty. My hands are on his head, gripping onto his hair to make myself be steady so he can clean me up in and out.

But then as I watch our reflection, I noticed something different than before. A shadow. Someone is at the door, peaking through the glass. I can't see him clearly but I could sense that he's enjoying what he sees.

Suddenly I felt naughty. I wanna show him more. So, I start to play with myself while eyeing him. I squish my boobs and play with my hard nipples. My mouth is open, moaning that my soul is almost leaving my body. Wooyoung is sensational.

"Baby!" I throw my head back, barely closing my eyes. I want to see the man's reaction. "C'mon..." I mumble under my breathe

And the man didn't disappoint. I could see him stroking himself, leaning his back on the wall outside but being careful.

"Baby..." I tap on woo. "Someone is watching.."

He stops and look at the mirror. "I see..." he stands up and kisses me on my forehead. "I think I know who is it." He snorts a smile.

"What should we do?"

"Let's show him more."

"More? Here?"

"No... stay with me at our dorm tonight. We have our own rooms now... let's just invite him over." Woo licks my ears as he whispers, "I'm sure San would love to join us."

#ateez fanfiction #ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez imagine #ateez imagines #ateez angst #ateez x reader #wooyoung smut #wooyoung fanfic #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung x y/n #san x reader #woosan #smut #fanfic #atz x y/n #atz x reader #atz fanfic #atz wooyoung #atz smut #wooyoung x you #ateez au #ateez fanfic #ateez fic

[blueberrybladelemonade]

Confessions in the Dark

Summary: The Noise and Noisette have had enough of you and Peppino constantly dancing around the fact you both like each other. It's so obvious and you both are idiots. 

They have an idea though, they'll invite you both to the get together they're having. Everyone will be there and maybe that'll be the push you guys need. 

If not, there's option B. Or C.

Contents: The trope of "these two idiots like each other but won't ask each other out", Mutual denying of crushes, Feelings get crushed due to this, Swearing, Noise being rude, Semi angst to fluff, JFC can you both get together already?!, Somewhat suggestive but nothing nsft.

The Noise lets out a groan, "Look at those dumbasses." he gestures across the room at the counter. You had been here for half an hour now, the food you ordered being eaten long ago. Instead you were currently sitting at the counter carrying a conversation with Peppino. 

"It's so obvious they're into each other." Noisette agreed, shoving the remaining bit of crust into her mouth. "Arghe gohna ebr conbess"?

"Babe, chew with your mouth closed". 

The pair continued observing your interactions. It was pathetic, to be completely honest. If they got here before you did, they'd both notice Peppino glancing at the door, unusually attentive, if it was on a day you'd stop by. You'd alway come in on Wednesdays and Fridays. Any other time Peppino would barely look up from his work to see who entered.  

Noisette took a sip of her soda, finally finishing with her food.

"Are they ever gonna confess"?

It was telling enough that you would stop by and simply linger this long. It definitely wasn't because of, in Noise's opinion, the sub par pizza. Some days you'd just order a damn drink and sit at the counter, engrossed in what ever conversations you had with the man.

"Pft. Y/N probably still has that letter, or threw it out. And him," Noise points over at Peppino, "Won't ever make a move on Y/N. They're both fucking idiots. What they need is someone to confess for them".

Huh.

That was an idea. Noise sat up, it was time to go. "Come on babe, I have an idea that they'll thank me for". Noise slid out of the booth with Noisette excitedly following after him.

* * * Wednesday 6:34 p.m.

"We can always just go with option C then." The Noise shrugs. 

"What if they just freeze to death instead?" Noisette asks. "And how are we going to lock them in the freezer there"?

"That's option B," he snaps. "Option C is where we'll just walk up to the counter when Y/N is there and just confess for them".

"Shouldn't we try the less drastic options first"?

Noise ignored her, obviously if this plan didn't work, locking the two of you in a freezer where you'd have to hold each other to stay warm was not that drastic. 

"So why was option D a thing?" Noisette asks, writing in her notepad, "That will definitely kill them". 

He drags a hand down his face with a groan. "No shit. Option D is for 'Die' because if...No! We're not discussing that option. Not unless our other plans fail".

Noisette scribbles something else down before pursing her lips in thought. "So for option B do we need rope or handcuffs? Also I thi-" 

"Let's just focus on this plan." 

* * *Wednesday 7:15 p.m.

You had finished texting Noisette and set your phone to the side, a small grin forming on your face. Maybe leaving the house would be a good thing. This get together was on Saturday, which was perfect since you didn't have to work. 

What could go wrong, honestly? You pause before knocking on the wooden table you were seated at, remembering the old superstition. Just in case. A sheet of paper drifts away, you grab it before it floats to the floor. The smile on your face disappears as you aimlessly scan the words you had written.

You make a face and cringe. How did you even manage to write some of this? 

You'd write confession after confession. Hands shaking and your face usually staying a shade of red during the entirety of you writing. 

After finishing another letter, you'd slip it into an envelope and seal it. 

Then, predictably, you'd come back and shove it into your dresser. With the other dozen or so you failed to give to Peppino. This was just another failed letter for the failure you call your romantic life. You don't even have a romantic life, you remind yourself. 

Granted, you felt like you were being dramatic about the entire situation. Why was it so damn hard to write and give him a "I really like you" or "would you like to go out?" letter? You were more terrified of telling Peppino in person, so instead you opted to write your feelings out. Unfortunately you still were struggling. 

Numerous times you wrote everything down you liked about him; how he made you laugh, how you enjoyed the times you hung out, how handsome he wa- You faceplant into the table to stop thinking about it, face heating up. 

It sounded like an easy solution, just give him the letter. The real reason you were struggling was because you were afraid of him rejecting you. You sit with your face buried in your arms, as your thoughts turn dark. Why can't I do things like normal people? Normal people can just confess and be done with it.

In your case, you just know getting rejected would fill you with shame. Peppino liked you but you doubt he'd want date you. He liked you as a friend. You feel a sharp twinge in your chest. 

If you had any obvious signs he liked you more than that, you'd feel more confident but it's not like that'll happen. Too bad there wasn't a big glowing sign that would give you the answer. 

You didn't want to pretend you didn't like Peppino -in fact you kind of hated pretending and denying it- but when he rejects you? How would you have to act afterwards? Like nothing happened? More than likely you'd probably stop going to the pizzeria, it'd be too awkward otherwise. And it'd also hurt if you did visit. And it'd also be awkward.  

You shake your head, not wanting to dwell on it anymore. At least for this get together you'd get to see him. Maybe you'd get a chance to confess then. 

*** Friday 2:12 p.m.

Noise clears his throat, again, attempting to get Peppino to acknowledge him. Peppino ignores the smaller man as he adds cheese to a pizza, never even looking in Noise's direction. Instead he continues talking with you, asking if you'd like to watch a movie next week. You smile and say yes, eyes lighting up as Peppino explains it's an italian classic. He watches Noise still in his peripheral. Maybe if he's lucky he'll get bored and go away.

Noise rolls his eyes, with a "tch" before propping his elbows up, resting his head in his hands. He cracks a smirk. 

"Hey buddy, can you take my order instead of oogling your lover all day"?

You snap straight up.

Peppino whips around, eyes wide. 

"Excuse me but what the fuck?" you blurt out a bit too quickly. The food you had taken a bite of goes down the wrong way, sending you into a coughing fit.

"Merda! Look-a what you did!" Peppino snaps, "Y/N are you ok?" 

You wave your hand, " 'm fine" you gasp, grabbing a napkin as another coughing fit starts. Your shudder as you cough again, downing a sip of your drink. Noise shrugs as Peppino glares at him. After another moment you let out a shuddering breath. "I'm fine, thanks". 

Just as Peppino's about to yell at him Noisette pops up beside you. 

"Heya Y/N! Sorry Peppino I'm borrowing this!" You're cut off as Noisette grabs your arm and yanks you from your chair. Peppino watches as you grimace, sending him a "what can you do" shrug, as you let her pull you into a booth. 

For a time he'd watch you sit, happily chatting with Noisette. He watches as you look confused for a moment before you start shaking your head, as if saying no. As you continue chatting he watches as you suddenly lean closer to Noisette, a smile spreading across her face.  

The Noise hops up into the chair you had been sitting at. Now replaced by this menace. Peppino grumbles as he adds on the remaining toppings. "What do you want"?

"We're having a get together Saturday. Show up." He replies curtly. "And three orders of garlic knots". 

"Why-a would I"?

"Because Y/N is going".

"And"?

Noise leans in "I know you like them. This is your chance to tell Y/N. Or should I tell Y/N for you?" He begins to move off the seat "Actually, I'll just do it now..."

"No!" he yells, catching Noisette's and your attention. You both stare, waiting for a fight to break out. After a pause you determined an intervention wasn't needed, instead you return to your conversation with Noisette.

Noise remains standing, shooting Peppino an annoyed look. "Saturday. 7 p.m. At the lakefront".

Shortly after Noise and Noisette leave, you come back up to the counter. You thank Peppino for the pizza and tell him to have a good rest of the day. Peppino heaves a deep sigh as the door closes behind you. 

*** Friday 11:38 p.m.

Peppino lays in bed staring up into the darkness, replaying that moment from earlier. 

It had been months now, when the realization hit him. He adored you. Your smile, your looks, how nice you were, how you brightened his day. He hadn't noticed how much he looked forward to your visits at first, but they had become the highlight of his day. 

At some point he had memorized what you ordered. This lead to him always preparing a fresh pizza with your favorite toppings, ready for you when you'd come in. Gustavo had teased Peppino on a few occasions regarding his attentiveness to you, which would fluster him immensely. 

That changed when the realization dawned on him. He'd have the occasional daydream (that was more often than he'd admit), but he tried to wave them off. 

Sometimes Peppino had thought about asking you to hang out, either to see a movie or a even a simple outing. He thought of buying flowers for those days and giving them to you, watching as your eyes light up from the gesture. He'd imagine how the day would play out and how it might go. And by the end of the night he'd take your hands and ask you to be his. 

He'd imagine how nice it must be, to be your boyfriend. 

That memory from earlier resurfaced again. Your reaction when the Noise called you lovers. For a split second he felt his heart flutter. Your reaction and look of disgust promptly crushed those feelings. 

It was purely delusional to think you'd ever be interested in him. Peppino wasn't exactly what you could call "boyfriend material". 

On the surface, he could just look in the mirror and point out a laundry list of flaws. The top ones being; Middle aged. While not a flaw in itself, this paired with his other issues only amplified them. Fat. He wasn't really sure when or how but he had developed a gut. Balding. The hair he used to have and took for granted all but thinned and gone. 

Then if you were to dig deeper you would find; PTSD. Anxiety ridden. Short temper. And also sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night from night terrors. Mentally, Peppino felt broken. Even if you could tolerate him for a bit, you would get worn down eventually. Hell, even he was worn down by it. You didn't deserve to be burdened as well. 

You would never be interested in someone like him.

The best option was to simply treat you as any other customer. Peppino shut his eyes, nodding to himself. He couldn't keep holding on to a foolish daydream. What he needed to do was distance himself, then could move on and not have that sinking feeling like earlier with your comment. He'd have to come up with an excuse to cancel those plans next week too. 

It would be difficult for a bit but he knew he had to be realistic. The first steps were always the hardest.

 

*** Saturday 2:19 p.m.

"Sure".

You stare at Peppino, confused. Usually he'd be much more talkative. He barely even glanced up from the dough he had been kneading. 

"Are you going to meet up with everyone later"?

"I'ma busy tonight. Saturday's are one of our busier days"

"Ah." You're lost on what else to say, unable to keep from feeling disappointment. While this was true, you thought Gustavo was going to take over for the last few hours tonight. Maybe he doesn't want to be around the Noise? Which is fair enough, but there would be others there too, and not just him. 

You shift in your seat awkwardly. Some days Peppino had been busy and couldn't talk, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence like today. You wonder if something's bothering him. 

You pull out your phone to text Noisette. After pressing send you tell Peppino to have a good day as you move to leave. He nods, giving a short "You too." As he pulls a pizza from of the oven.

***Saturday 5:04 p.m.

At an instant the Noise had lunged at Peppino, grabbing the front of his shirt. "Listen here fatass, you better not bail out tonight or you're gonna play hide and seek with a fucking pipebomb." the Noise threatens, glaring up at  Peppino. 

He rolls his eyes in reply, wiping the flour onto his pants. "I already-a said I'ma going. Quit asking".

The Noise eyes him for a moment before letting go.

"You better close up soon then." he threatens, composing himself before heading out the door. Peppino sighs. He really wasn't in the mood. All he wanted to do was to just close, clean, and go home. He didn't feel like being around you especially, it already hurt to blow you off while he was working. Although with the others there, Peppino could use that as a means to avoid you. 

He steps into the backroom where Gustavo was restocking the shelves. 

"Gustavo help-a me close so we can go get ready". 

"Ready for what?"

Peppino stares confused at him. "The 'get together' tonight? The one the Noise and his girlfriend came in and invited us to yesterday"?

Gustavo shrugs. "First I've heard of it. Why don't you just go now? I can keep the restaurant open so we don't have to close early." he added.

Well that's weird. Why didn't they invite Gustavo? "Are you sure"?

"Yep. Go have fun. Brick and I will clean up too."

Peppino paused on his way out, turning around "Don't forget-"

"We'll make sure Bruno stays out of the trash. And the shrimp". 

"Grazie".

Gustavo waits until he hears Peppino's footsteps grow fainter. As he hears the door shut Gustavo takes his phone out of his pocket and searches through his contacts. Finding "Noisette" he begins tapping out a message;

"Peppino just left. Good luck" and presses send. 

Mio dios if this didn't work, Gustavo was on board with Option B. He'd even supply a blanket. 

*** Saturday 7:04 p.m.

You fidget idly with the napkin in your lap. As of right now, no one else had shown up so it was just you, Noise, and Noisette. You desperately pray that it's not just going to be you and the psychotic duo tonight. 

"Where is-a everyone?" the familiar voice makes you jump. You turn and see Peppino standing off to the side. 

The Noise shrugs "No one else showed".

You stare at Peppino as he slides into the booth beside you. He wasn't in his work clothes or even the casual ones when you hung out. You stare, admiring how nice he looked in the button up shirt. 

Your eyes widen slightly, realizing he had been staring back at you. You smile softly at him and he responds with one of his own. 

"Yay! Double date!" Noisette claps her hands, you both recoil. 

"We're not-a dating!" Peppino snaps, sliding a few inches away from you. 

"Don't be ridiculous!" You had a sinking feeling this was going to happen all night.

Noise's expression changes as he glowers at you both. "Ok I'm fucking over this!" Noise snarls. "Go make out, get a room, and go do...what ever you freaks are into. I'll even give you the handcu-" 

He was caught short as you splashed your water into his face, Noise yelping in surprise.

All eyes were on you. What could go wrong tonight? A lot. You feel the blood rush to your face, you sink into the booth feeling Peppino's gaze on you. He was offended no doubt. 

Noisette cleared her throat, drawing Peppino and your's attention to him. She had a notepad open and began reading out of it. 

"Y/N, you told me yesterday that you thought Peppino was cute but "don't ever repeat that".

Cute? Peppino had been called many things throughout the years. Cute was not one of them.

"And I know you have...how many confession letters? Like a dozen? You wrote but never gave to him." She continues, pointing to Peppino. 

You sat there, too shocked to argue. You opened your mouth but no sound came out aside from a pitiful whine. You forgot she knew about the confession dresser. 

Noisette directed her attention to Peppino now. "I found this..." In a quick motion, she sets a crumpled piece of paper onto the table and pushes it in front of you. It had your name written down, you recognized the handwriting immediately as Peppino's. Under your name was smaller writing:

Y/N

Mia Cara

Will you be mine?

"Also you admitted last week, with Gustavo as a witness, that you would like to ask Y/N out but you think "They'd have no interest in someone like you". 

You gasp you turned fully to stare at him, "Why would you thi-"

"Well guess what?! It's your lucky day! You both want to be together! Yay! Go make out like Noisy said"!

You both remained silent. 

"Yeah we're done here." Noise interjects, the scowl never leaving his face. "If you both needed your big ass glowing sign...there you go"!

Noise grumbles, tossing the soaked napkins down before pushing out from his seat. Noisette moves out of the booth to follow suit, she turns back around one last time, smiling and sending you a thumbs up, before catching up to Noise. 

"Well..." You trail off. "Uh...would you mind taking me home? Noisette was kinda my ride".

"Si..."

* * * Saturday 7:53 p.m.

Peppino had walked you up to your home, watching as you unlock the door. Neither of you said anything to the other the entire way home.

Now you both stared at each other for what felt like hours. You were home, you could go in now. Instead your feet remained rooted in place, until you said something just above a whisper. 

"I don't want to pretend anymore."  Your eyes flick to the ground for a moment before sucking in a breath. "I really like you." you say, "And I do think your cute, handsome even, and I love when we hang out. So maybe we-"

You were cut off as he kissed you. Everything had melted away except the warm caress of his lips against yours. His scent was familiar but at the same time new. Enticing. 

Peppino drew back with a shaky breath, face flushed. Your eyes meet his as if searching for something. The next moment you grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him back in for another kiss. You tug him through the door into your home. Peppino wraps an arm around your waist holding you securely against him. With his free hand he cups your face, thumb gently stroking your cheek. 

You clasp a hand against the back of his neck, pressing your other hand against his chest. In response he deepens the kiss, tangling his hand into your hair. You find yourself pinned between Peppino and the wall. The kiss had started slowly as if to savor this moment, then you feel his tongue gently graze your lips. This kiss was everything you both had wanted to say. "I want you. Will you be mine? I need you in my life" it was intoxicating. Every touch against each other compensating for all the times you didn't just reach out.  

You lean into him, feeling your heart racing and his as well. Both your hands clasped against his neck for support as your legs grew weak. His hands trail down your sides before firmly holding your hips.

He pulls you away from the wall, carefully moving you both back towards the couch. You feel yourself lean back into the cushions as  Peppino pulls away. The only sound was your shallow breaths and the feeling the heat radiating from each other. You feel him gently pressing his weight on you, his gaze softening as he came back down, lips once again meeting yours with his hands finding yours as you weave your fingers together. 

Now that you knew what you'd been missing, you had a lot of catching up to do. 

Sorry this took so long to post lol. I lost progress on this twice when my draft didn't save. 💀

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[pray4saint]

invisible string

masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. established relationship. bf!ted. soulmates but on accident, kinda. song inspired fic. fake locations used in story. swearing. playful use of 'whore' and/or 'bitch' referring to reader's friend. use of 'y/n' and 'f/n' for friend's name.

a/n. i'm a swiftie so inspired by invisible string by taylor swift, tags: @slxtmeri

”i'll be back in ten, alright?” you nod and your boyfriend kisses the top of your head before leaving your apartment and shooting you a smile on his way out the door. you'd completely forgotten about the fact that you were on the phone and they had to clear their throat to get your attention again. ”sorry– were you saying something?” you say with a sniffle at the end of your sentence. ”yeah but now i'm on something else.”

ted had gone out to get you more tissues and cough drops and more frozen pizzas because in the last week you'd come down with a cold and despite how much you told him he didn't have to go to the store, he did. he was just that boyfriend.

”right okay, what is it?” you ask, snuggling back down into the sofa, blanket pulled right up to your chin. ”okay your boyfriend ted, he looks like that one guy from uh,” they snapped their fingers a few times as if trying to order the memory back to mind. ”two-ish years ago, remember? at the lynx lounge-bar?” the air you exhaled came out almost as a laugh. ”first of all, how do you remember that?.. and second, you'd have to show me a picture 'cause i don't remember it.” they scoffed, before sliding out of the call to find it. ”give me like five minutes.” you used your hands to push yourself off the couch, ”while you're doing that, i'm gonna go make tea.”

”okay."

”aha! i fooouuund it! y/n!” you your phone up from the counter, shaking your head at your friend. ”yes? did you find it?” that question comes out a little more sarcastic than you intended but this was one of your close friends, it didn't really matter. ”yeah, i found more than one. they're sending right now.” your lips form into a little 'o', and you tap out of the facetime call to open your text messages.

to say you were surprised was an understatement. it was ted in the photos with you. one with your head buried into his shoulder while he struggles to hold you up. another at a booth with you sitting on his lap, surrounded by your at-the-time large group of friends and one or two of his. your jaw seemed to drop farther after each picture. the third was horribly shot, with you and ted laughing while trying to dance. then the fourth was actually a video, music blasted but still you could hear your own giggles into ted's arm and shoulder and neck as he jumped around to the song with you on his back. you guys were wasted wasted. ”oh my god.” you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in. ”that is him. at least, it looks like him. uh,” glancing up at the time, ted should be home any minute, you smile. ”how did you remember that, damn.” your question isn't rhetoric but it's still a statement and you tap back into the call to see your friend, muted, laughing their ass off. ”unmute yourself you whore.” again, they burst into a fit of laughter but this time you can hear all of it. ”i'm hanging up.” you say and they put a hand up in defense, ”wait–” wheezing. ”WAIT BITCH,” a cough and attempt to catch a breath. ”does he know?” you smile, sniffling, trying to bite back the laughs that want so badly to escape. ”he will when he gets home, and when he does i'm hanging up on you–” your eyes flick up to the turning of the door handle and you wave at your phone. ”bye bitch.” the last thing you hear is a cut-off gasp before you end the call.

”hey teddy,” you coo, tossing your phone onto the other end of the couch, pulling the blankets snug around your middle. ”hi sweetheart. you alright?” it never failed to amaze you how often ted would ask if you were alright. ”yeah, just got off the phone with f/n.” you smile as he marches over to you, leaning down for a quick kiss before continuing on to set the bag of goods on the table. ”oh, anything interesting?” he wasn't even looking at you, he was moving items from the table to the cabinets but he was still invested in what was happening despite having only been gone for ten minutes. ”yeah actually,” you start to trail off, thinking about the right words to say. unfortunately, nothing comes of your short contemplation so you just blurt it out. ”do you remember being at the lynx lounge-bar approximately two years ago?..” your voice dies out at how specific the question sounds as you say it. ted's head turns to you and his face is scrunched up in confusion. he sets the last item down on the counter and steps closer to the back of the couch, leaning over you. ”maybe. why?”

maybe you did sound a little crazy to him, because what reason would you have for bringing up something he barely remembered? ”just something f/n mentioned is all.” you didn't smile, although your voice gave away how excited you were. ”okay y/n what's going on? am i about to get sniped or ambushed?” despite his serious-ish tone, you knew he was joking. still, you rolled your eyes at him, and reached across the couch for your phone. ”i was there that night.” you voiced, opening the photos that f/n had sent you. ”and you're never gonna believe this teddy, we,” you looked back up from your phone at him and gestured between the two of you with your index finger, ”were there together.” you turn your phone to face him with a smile on your face.

”what? there's no way.” he got up close to the back of the couch to look at your phone screen. his eyes seemed to have been lost in the pixels. ”that is you, right?” you ask, pointing to the man in the picture who is most obviously your boyfriend. ”yeah, i just, wow. talk about fate.” he smiles, eyes still on the photo. ”almost like an invisible string, huh?” he asks, standing up and moving to stand behind you, hands on your shoulders. ”yeah, like an invisible string.” you mutter as he leans over, placing a small kiss atop your head. ”and y'know y/n, if the universe wanted us to be together so badly, we should make sure it's forever right?” he asks, and watches as you straighten your back and turn around where you're sat. ”oh?” you already knew what this was about, all your friends knew, your family knew, his audience knew how badly he wanted to marry you. ”just a heads up sweetheart.” he headed back for the kitchen to get you more medicine to take.

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[hoodharlow]

The Week After

AN: i hate writing angst bc I can't do the making up justice. Thiswas rushed so it sucks 😭😭😭

Requested? No

Warnings: awkward making up, injuries (spoiler Miriam hurts her bad knee whilst performing), Neelam being a b-word and Miriam telling her off 🤭🤭🤭 and

Word Count: 5.7k words

The minute she arrived at the restaurant, Miriam felt something off. She was in Las Vegas for the Grammys. After the Oscars she flew out with Mede and baby Sebas because she had rehearsals for the performance. The cast was going to do a medley of  ‘96,000’, 'Blackout', and ‘Carnaval del Barrio’ which timed out to roughly ten minutes. Doja and SZA had to drop out from performing because of SZA's injury so the organizers told the cast of the movie that they were allowed to have a long performance. 

The news threw Miriam off. She had been focused on re-memorizing her solo from '96,000' and now she had to remember snippets of three different songs along with their stage cues and choreographies. On top of that Miriam felt an added pressure because Lin Manuel Miranda invited the original actor who played Vanessa to replace Stephanie Beatriz and now Miriam had to perform alongside them. She knew she couldn't fuck up.

Her friends sensed her tension and planned a girls night featuring baby Sebas. They also flew out Claudia, who was a mess because 5sos went on tour in Europe and she missed Calum. They were going to eat their weight in pizza then go back to their airbnb and have a Bring It On movie marathon. One thing though, Miriam wondered why they had to go out. They could have easily ordered delivery, but Mede convinced her that going to a pizza parlour was funner. So they agreed to meet at the pizza parlour after rehearsals, leaving Miriam even more confused because Mede and Claudia took an Uber when they could have gone with her and Beto. 

“This is the place?” Miriam asked Beto when he opened the door to the pizza parlour entrance. 

He nodded in response. "That's what Mede sent me."

"Okay," she nodded as they entered the restaurant. 

"Hi, welcome. Just the two of you?" The hostess greeted them.

"No, my friends are already here." Miriam told them. "She called and made a reservation earlier."

"Oh you must be part of the Gutierrez and Wyatt party. They're our only reservation tonight, right this way." The hostess said, grabbing a menu. 

"Gutierrez and Wyatt?" She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. 

As the hostess Miriam caught sight of two brunettes and a certain blondie in a booth hiding behind some menus, trying to be discreet. Their cover was easily blown when baby Sebas stood on the booth's bench and waved at her. She waved back and went up the steps to the private room. She looked over her shoulder and saw Beto take a seat next at the table where Jack's bodyguard was. 

Miriam silently cursed. She couldn't believe she was set up by them. She wasn't ready to face Jack. She knew she'd give in instantly and forgive him for the mess that went down at the afterparty. She was too horny and would drop to her knees at the sight of him. She prayed that he didn't wear gray sweats. 

"Here's your room. I'll send someone over to get your drinks started." The hostess said, holding open the door for her. 

"Thanks." Miriam smiled. 

They closed the door, leaving the couple alone. Jack awkwardly stood by their table. He hadn't seen or talked to Miriam in four days. Every time he’d text or call her, Mede would reply in her place with a sarcastic remark and let him know she was busy. He only knew Miriam was Vegas because she posted herself with her friends at one of Guy Fieri’s restaurants the previous night. Then earlier in the day she posted a video of herself and Anthony Ramos recreating a scene from ‘Blackout’ that was briefly a trend on Tiktok. 

He commented ‘🙌🏻’ on the video but she ignored it. Which drew attention because before people found out about them they would always interact in each other's comments. People also noticed that Miriam deleted all her posts of her and Jack and started making theories that they broke up and were trying to save face at the Oscars. She tweeted ‘there’s no point of me keeping posts about my mystery bf if y’all already know who’s fucking me lol.’ That gave him hope that he and Miriam were going to be okay. 

Jack knew he fucked up big time. He was so blinded by his jealousy that he didn’t see three other people in the picture. Miriam was on one end with Eugenio Derbez and their Oscars while Shawn was on the other end with Sebastian Yatra. He felt like an idiot and Miriam had every right to be upset with him. He reacted irrationally and ruined her night. 

He was so focused on the fact that he was in the presence of Miriam that Jack was nearly tackled to the ground. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his chest. Jack, unsure on what to do, hugged her back. He rubbed her back as she hugged him tighter and broke into soft cries.

"I shouldn't have given you that ultimatum." She said between sobs. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hi, my name is…” A server began but stopped seeing Miriam crying. “I’ll come back in a few minutes.” 

Jack guided her to the booth's bench and sat her down. He pulled a chair and sat in front of her. He watched her reach for a paper napkin and blow her nose. 

"Sorry," she sniffled, "I shouldn't have gone up to you like that. I know you're mad at me–"

"Miriam, you shouldn't apologize for anything.” he said, taking her hands in his. He rubbed her knuckles with his thumbs. “You were right. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I called my therapist the day after and told her everything. She said I was so blinded by my own jealousy and insecurities that I made up some shit to try to justify why I felt so jealous. It was fucked up of me to project all of  that on to you.” 

“I guess, but I also shouldn’t have reacted the way I did with Anitta.” Miriam said. “Urban told me how she sat on you and got off before you could even react.” 

“I’m sorry… for everything. I ruined your night. And–and…”

She placed her hand on his neck and brought his head down so their foreheads meet. “Can we just forget what happened last week? We can go back and forth on what we should have done better for a while. We were able to acknowledge that we both were both in the wrong and we’re working through it.”

“Yeah,” Jack agreed. “I really am sorry for what I said.” 

“I know and I’m sorry for what I said.” 

The couple stayed silent for a few moments. Their silence was interrupted by the server who approached them cautiously. 

“Hi, are we ready to order or do we need a few minutes?” they asked. 

“I think we’re ready.” Miriam said.

"We'll have the baked alfredo pasta, six plain wings, and half meat lovers with jalapeño half barbecue chicken with extra crispy onions." Jack told the server. He looked over at Miriam and saw the eyebags under her bloodshot eyes. It was obvious she hasn't been sleeping and she's overworking herself. "Actually, is it alright if we make our order to-go?" 

"Of course, let me just write this on the to-go notepad." They said, scratching off what they wrote. "Follow me to the paying booth and we'll have that out in half an hour." 

Jack got up and let Miriam go first so he could admire her ass in the slip dress she wore. His attention went to her legs, noticing that she wasn't walking normally. She walked with a slight limp, not putting pressure on the knee she injured when she was younger. 

He leaned into her and in a hush tone he said, "I haven't fucked you and you're already limping."

"I told you I don't need you, to get fucked senseless. I can do that myself." She whispered. Jack frowned, making her giggle. "I'm kidding. We've been doing six hour rehearsals and my knee is acting up because of the dancing. But I'm okay."

"Don't work yourself too hard."

"I won't, that's your job, Jack." 

***

There was a thrill about going down on Jack in a cramped broom closet ten minutes before he went on stage. Jack and Miriam couldn't make it to his dressing room and back, so they settled for a quickie in there. 

"I told you I only needed five minutes." Miriam said, lifting her arms so Jack could help her up. 

"I was practically coming in my pants when we got in." He said, adjusting his cock back in his boxer-briefs. 

"Thanks to me." She said innocently. 

Jack rolled his eyes and reached for her hands to help her up. She was sitting in a deep squat so her knees wouldn't be touching the ground because who knows who's been in there.

Miriam thanked him and washed her hands in the mop sink. She fixed her skirt and pulled up her top to cover her breasts. When she was going down on Jack, he kindly asked her if she could have them out. Her whole outfit was from Katalina. 

She flew in with their grandparents earlier in the day since their parents and brother couldn't make it to the Grammys to support Miriam. Mateo was in Korea in hopes that the salsa company could start selling salsas in Asia. Isabela was in London filming and Joseph was in New York filming as well.

When Katalina saw Miriam wearing a custom dress she made her change immediately. There was nothing wrong with the dress, it just wasn't appropriate for a club. Katalina let her borrow a black mini skirt with a slit down the left thigh and black off the shoulder long sleeve bandeau top, both from Mônot. In addition to strappy heels that wrapped around her legs. 

Miriam felt a bit uncomfortable with the ensemble. It wasn't her style, but she got more confident of her outfit when Jack couldn't keep his hands to himself and all he did was whisper obscenities in her ear. 

Miriam walked out of the broom closet first and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. She knocked three times letting Jack he could come out. 

"There you are!" Winnie called the couple. "We've been looking for you guys. We're gonna do a prayer before you go on stage, Jack."

Jack and Miriam shared a look. But before they could respond, a few others joined in and started praying with Winnie. Luckily it was a short and sweet prayer. 

"I'm gonna get mic'd up. I'll see after." Jack said. 

Miriam nodded and gave him a chaste kiss. "Love you."

"Love you." He said back, pulling her to another kiss.

Jack was ushered by the crew members so Miriam went back to the VIP area. She flashed her pass and went to where Mede and Katalina sat. 

"I see why, Claudia volunteered to watch your baby." Miriam said, eyeing Jocy J and Anitta taking tequila shots with Neelam a few seats away.

"I know," Mede agreed. "I wonder how they became friends because they—wait where have you been?"

"I've been around." She shrugged.

"Miriam, you have something white on the corner of your mouth and your tit." Katalina said, gesturing to Miriam's face and chest.

"Shit." She cursed. Miriam forgot that with blacklights, bodily fluids can be seen. 

"Girl," Mede cringed. "Now everyone knows you've been giving head."

"Shut up," Miriam mumbled, grabbing a makeup wipe from her purse to clean herself. "Ya?"

"You're good." Katalina nodded. 

Miriam helped herself to some of the tequila in the bottle service that her sister was paid for.

"Did you fucking pay for that? Of course you didn't. You're some rich entitled brat that thinks everything is at your service." Neelam asked her, her breath reeking of cheap vodka. 

"Neither did you or your friends, so back the fuck off." Miriam snapped at her. 

She was not in the mood to deal with Neelam. She finished making her tequila and cola mix by squeezing some lime on it. 

"What was that all about?" Katalina asked.

"She doesn't like me, but it's whatever." Miriam said, gulping down the drink in one swallow.

"Have you told Jack about it?"

"Kat, can we drop it? I'm here to relax and try to shake my ass." 

"Girl we're gonna need a miracle for you to be able to shake your ass." She teased. 

Miriam gasped. "Bitch!"

"I'm playing." 

The sisters laughed and started dancing to the DJ. After a few songs Jack finally came on. Miriam cheered loud enough that he turned around and grinned at her before rapping. She fixed herself another cocktail then another.

At some point she lost track of the cocktails she had. She stumbled over to the set up and made herself a chafita version of a moscow mule. She took a generous sip and poured more vodka, but she missed her cup and spilled it on the table. Despite the loud speakers and music, she heard a few snickers and huffed laughs. Miriam looked over and it was Neelam and Anitta.

"What does Jack see in her?"Anitta said, eyeing Miriam’s outfit.

"I ask myself that everyday. Jack has such shit taste. Miriam is so fucking pathetic and ugly. It's clear money can't buy you class, but it can buy off people for you to win an Oscar for stupid ass movie." Neelam said to Anitta, loud enough for Miriam to hear. She continued.  "Aw look at her, when will she realize that the only reason why give her the time of day is because she's a lesser version of her mom." 

"Can you two behave? Shit talking in public is pathetic." Katalina said, having heard enough. 

"Aw, you have your sister to defend you since you're so defenseless." Anitta taunted.

Katalina said something in Portuguese, immediately shutting up the Brazilian singer. "Miriam, let's sit down and have some water." 

"Fine." Miriam set her drink down.

"Run along and hide behind your sister's shadow." Neelam waved her off. 

Miriam pulled away from her sister's grasp and walked up to Neelam. "I hate to be the one to tell you this but the only reason why all of these people act buddy-buddy with you is because your name is attached to Jack. If it wasn't, no one would give you the time of day. So be cautious of how you act around these people because they won't hesitate to make a mess and blame it on you. You are nothing without Jack so you better learn your fucking place."

"Don't talk to me like that." Neelam snapped. "I own Jack. I have the power to keep him away from you and we all know he'll do my bidding because he's a spineless weasel willing to do whatever to make it."

"Just remember I also have power in a more damaging way than you. With a simple wave I can have you removed. With a simple tweet, I can ruin your reputation. What I say fucking matters. You're just Jack's glorified babysitter." She continued. "I hope Jack wakes up one day and realizes the leech he has controlling his life." 

"Miri, déjala, let's just go." Katalina said, getting in between her sister and Neelam. 

Katalina has seen her sister get scrappy and knows how heavy handed she is. When Miriam bitch slapped, her face was red for a whole week. She’s seen her spar with Beto and seen her knock his 6’5 ass down effortlessly. Jack’s manager, who was probably five feet tall on a good day, doesn’t stand a chance. 

She noticed Miriam begin to shake. Her chest rose frantically as tears rolled down her cheeks. She was at the brink of a panic attack. Katalina gently nudged her back and guided her down the steps where Mede was waiting with their bags. They went through the back where Beto was waiting for them. He helped them get Miriam inside the SUV. 

"I have to call Jack! He's gonna be worried that I'm not there!" Miriam said, scrambling to get her bag.

"Miriam, you're shaking." Katalina said.

"I need to tell him I didn't– I…" Miriam burst into tears. She leaned into her big sister and sobbed uncontrollably. "Why does she have to be part of Jack's team?"

*

An hour and a half later, Jack finished his set. He took off his equipment and followed Chris, who was at the side stage during his set along with Urban and his brother, down the hall to his green room. When they walked in, the rest of his team was all huddled around a crying Neelam.

"What's up?" Jack asked.

"Your girlfriend is a fucking entitled rich bitch, that's what's up." KY said.

"Say that shit one more time." He said walking up to him, but Urban and Clay held him back. 

"Everyone take a few steps back and calm down." Chris said sternly. He walked up to Neelam and his face scrunched up. "Did someone spill a drink on you? Because you know you're not supposed to be drinking when Jack is on stage."

"I had a few drinks." Neelam said defensively. "I'm sorry."

"The only person that should be apologizing is Jack's little girlfriend." KY mumbled.

"Don't fucking talk down to Miriam." Jack warned him. 

"Or what? Are you gonna go Will Smith on me?"  

"Can someone explain what happened?" Chris asked. 

"Miriam went off on me." Neelam said. "I don't even know why. I was with Anitta and her friend and then she got in my face. She called a glorified babysitter, a leech and she said that I should know my place." 

Jack stood there, trying to process everything. Miriam was pretty friendly even when she's drunk; she tends to get emotional and cry. She's not one to go off on people unless provoked. Jack's gut was telling him that there was more to what Neelam was saying. 

He heard a knock and Winnie poked her head inside. "Hey, can we talk in private?" She said, waving Jack over. 

"Yeah." He said, slipping away without being seen. 

Once outside he asked her, "what's up?"

"Here's the receipt from tonight, don't worry Kat paid for it, but she left early with Miriam and Mede so I saved the receipt for them." She said, handing him a long strip of paper.

"You saw Miriam leave?" He asked her.

"Yeah. I know you haven't been in the industry long. And I'm saying this because I love you like a cousin, but you gotta keep your manager and friends in check. It was so unprofessional and rude of them to keep ordering bottles to our section without consulting me. Even some of your friends were sending bottles to random tables outside of our section. I was hosting a brand deal and half of the stuff I sent my team for approval to post was scrapped because of the other stuff that was in my pictures and videos. 

Speaking of videos, a few of the ones I got recorded where you can hear your manager talking mad shit about Miriam. I couldn't hear as I was recording but my team caught them when they were sorting to see what was salvageable. As you know, everyone rides for Miriam. She's literally the moment right now and people would not hesitate to come for your manager and for you."

"Thanks for letting me know." Jack simply said.

"On a lighter note, you did amazing and have fun at the Grammys tomorrow. I'll be rooting for you and Nas." Winnie said.

They said their goodbyes. Jack watched her meet up with her boyfriend and other friends. Before he went inside, he looked down at the receipt and it was over fifty grand. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. He pulled out his phone and venmoed Katalina for what she paid. 

Chris poked his head out. "Who was at the door?" He asked Jack. 

"Winnie, she gave me this." Jack handed him the receipt. "Miriam's sister paid for it."

"Jesus," Chris cursed, seeing the total.

"Not to mention she was telling me that she couldn't complete her contract because the guys were ordering things that they weren't supposed to and Neelam was talking shit about Miriam in the background of her videos." He sighed.

"Neelam was talking shit about Miriam? You're kidding." His manager asked. Jack shook his head. "And she was drinking on the job." 

"It's not the first time she does any of those two things. Is there a way we can fire her or something?"

"Unfortunately no, she's part of Generation Now and they're in charge of everything with tour and your album. You have a five album contract with them and you're barely on your second album rollout." Chris explained. "Our hands are tied."

Jack's phone buzzed. He pulled it out, hoping it was Miriam. It wasn't. Winnie had sent him some of the videos she recorded. He watched all of them and as he predicted Neelam was the one who instigated everything. 

"Let's go inside and collect your things." Chris said.

"...she's got an ass and some tits but what else does she bring to the table?" Nemo said, not realizing Jack had walked in. The guys all cleared their throats, hoping he'd get the hint, but he didn't. He kept going. "Miriam is just some rich bitch who gets off making people feel like shit."

Jack had enough of people talking shit about his girlfriend, and played one of the videos. His phone had been connected to a speaker earlier while he got ready in the green room. 

"'Miriam is so fucking pathetic and ugly. It's clear money can't buy you class, but it can buy off people for you to win an Oscar for stupid ass movie.'"

"Here's another one." Jack said, playing another video. 

"'Did you fucking pay for that? Of course you didn't. You're some rich entitled brat that thinks everything is at your service.'"

"I got plenty more videos." He said, keeping his gaze on Neelam. "One where you call me a spineless weasel and another where you claim that you own me. I hope you know how lucky we all are that I got the videos. The person who sent them to me could have easily sold them and we all would have been fucked."

Everyone was quiet, watching Jack grab his things. He turned to friends. "You guys owe Miriam's sister fifty grand for covering your bottle service."

With that Jack left. His bodyguard guided him to the SUV. Everyone could take the van. He had originally planned on leaving in the SUV with Miriam and spend the rest of the night fucking each other, but after tonight he wasn't even sure she wanted to see him. 

He pulled his phone out and checked his messages. There were several from Miriam, mostly gibberish. She doesn't have the best grammar when she's drunk. He got one from Mede, summarizing what had happened at the club. Jack locked his phone and sighed. Of course there's a shitshow the night before the biggest night of his career. 

*

The following day was chaotic to say the least. Jack had been up since early in the morning. He went to pick his parents up at the airport and after he met up with Lil Nas X for rehearsals. They did a run through with the other performers. Next thing he knew he was being ushered out of the red carpet back to the trailers where all the performers were going. 

“Isn’t that Mriam’s trailer?” his mom asked, pointing at the trailer with ‘Dominguez, M.’ on the door.

“Yeah, it is.” Jack said. 

“Let’s go say hi.” Maggie said, leading the family to the trailer. 

Jack smoothed his suit jacket and knocked. He was nervous. With how hectic today was, he hadn’t had a chance to talk to Miriam. Though they waved at each other when they were doing dress rehearsals. 

“Hi!” Mede’s toddler said, opening the door.

Mede came trailing behind him. “Sebas, no abras las puertas sin mi.” she placed him on her hip and smiled at Jack and his family. “Hi, come in.” 

She led them to the sitting area where Miriam’s sister and their grandparents were. Mede handed Sebas to Claudia and rushed to Miriam’s dressing room. 

“Biiitch,” she said.

“What?” Miriam asked, deciding on what shoes she should wear for her performance. 

“Your man and his family are here.” 

“Say sike.” she frowned. 

“I wish I was.” 

“Fuck, okay. Let me just…” she picked up a pillow and screamed into it. She tossed it to the side and smiled, her right eye twitching. “Let’s go.”

Miriam slipped on her black red bottoms and smoothed out her dress. Soni designed a black off the shoulder gown with a sequin detailing material, full sleeves, embellished, and a very low cut sweetheart neckline. It was form-fitting with a straight skirt that reached her ankles and there was a slit in the back so she could walk.

When they left the dressing room, Jack and his parents were making small talk with her grandparents. Back in January, he met Miriam’s other grandma when they were in San Jose for his California shows. Mede went to Claudia and Katalina who were watching Sebas explain his Paw Patrol toys to Clay. 

“Hi!” Miriam said, hugging Jack from the side. 

“Hey.” he said, leaning down to kiss her but stopped himself. 

“Wait, hold the pose.” Katalina said, with her phone out. “My mom said to get lots of pictures.”

Suddenly everyone pulled out their phones and took pictures of the couple. Claudia and Mede jumped in positioning the couple into corny prom poses. 

“I think y’all got enough.” Jack told his parents. He turned to Miriam and quietly asked, “ can we talk?”

“I have to change. We go after Bruno Mars and Anderson Paak and–”

“Five minutes,” he insisted.

“Okay.” she nodded.

Miriam led him to her room. 

“I’m sorry about last night. I got drunk–not that it excuses my actions– but I just…”

“Miriam,” Jack held her hands in his. “I’m sorry they said all that shit to you. It was unprofessional of Neelam to be even drinking and mingling. You’ve been tense from

“All I'm saying is that she’s lucky that Kat held me back.” she mumbled, making Jack snort. “Is she in trouble for drinking?”

“Yes, but because she’s technically part of Generation Now, me and Chris can’t do much. On top of that, I can’t leave the label because I have a five album contract with them.”

“You wanted to leave GN?” Miriam asked, confused. 

“Yeah, the way they handle some things…is not ideal. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for everything they’ve done for me, but…you know?”

“Yeah, I get you.” she nodded.

Miriam hugged him, squeezing him a little tighter. Even in her six inch heels, she was still short, so Jack hugged her head. He pulled away and leaned down to capture her lips. She moaned into his mouth. Jack’s hands made their way down to her ass. With both hands, he kneaded her ass and then pressed her down on the growing tent of his dress pants. Miriam held his face as she leaned down to kiss his lips. They moaned into each other's mouths as Jack kept moving Miriam’s hips on him. He held them in place and pushed his hips up for a different sensation. After what felt like an eternity, he finally let them go and wrapped his arms around her waist as they continued their makeout session.

There was a knock from her dressing room. Mede popped her head in the room. “Miri, one of the producers is looking for you. You have ten minutes to meet with the rest of the cast.” she said before closing the door. 

“That’s my cue.” Jack nodded. He sponged kisses all over her face and pulled away. “Break a leg, superstar.” 

*

Corey Hawkins carried Miriam after their performance and sat her on one of the giant boxes. The cast members all saw her fall. The adrenaline wore off and all Miriam felt was pain and embarrassment. 

"What's going on?" Mede said with concern. When she saw Miriam rubbing her knee, she knew it was finally time to put her degree to use. She turned to one of the backstage crew members. "Let me look at her knee. I'm an RN, I got my bachelors from UCLA." 

The crew member nodded and stepped aside so Mede could look at Miriam's knee. 

"Hun, what happened?" she asked. She was watching from the backstage cameras but they didn’t show anything. 

"My knee gave out when I hopped off the table during ‘Blackout’. I fucked up the performance!" Miriam sobbed. "What if I tore my ACL again and I have to get surgery again? I can't have that, I start filming this week and we're behind because they're waiting for me to come back. I don't wanna drop the project!"

"Miriam, I need you to breathe. Can you do that for me?" Mede asked her. She looked over her shoulder and saw a lot of people staring at them. She motioned Beto to clear the area for her. 

"Hey, is everything alright?" Jack asked when he approached them. 

He was front in center while she was performing. She was doing amazing as always, and hit her note in ‘96,000’ and when the lights went out for the song, he saw her miss the chair and fall on her bad knee. The rest of the performance she sang and danced with tears streaming down her cheeks. 

Lil Nas X was behind him with a pair of crutches. "We saw you eat shit, so I stole these from SZA."

“Nas," he said, nodding over to crying Miriam.

"Shit, sorry." He mumbled, hugging the crutches. 

“Babe, we have to go to the ER and get x-rays. You might not have torn anything but just to make sure you didn’t sprain your knee.” Mede told Miriam.

She nodded, there was no point in fighting it. Mede has this mom voice that just makes you do things. Miriam looked up, finally seeing Jack and Lil Nas X. More tears pooled around her eyes. She made grabby arms at Jack. He knelt down and wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back as she started crying again.

“I don’t wanna miss your lil dance.” she said, sniffling.

“It’ll be on tv.” Jack reassured her. They rested their foreheads against each other. 

“Claudia is getting our things and she already told your sister and grandparents.” Mede said, reading from her phone. “Okay love birds break it up. We gotta make sure this one didn’t fuck up her knee.”

Jack pulled Miriam to a kiss. Mede and Lil Nas X watching the couple passionately make out like a couple from the 1920s when the guy is about to board a train that’s gonna take him to the war. A medic golf cart pulled up, making the couple pull apart. The medic came and checked out Miriam's knee, giving them the same response Mede gave them a few minutes ago. 

The golf cart drove Miriam to another van where Mede and Beto rode with her to the hospital. Three hours later and several x-rays later, it was revealed that Miriam strained her knee. The past few weeks of hours of rehearsals really took a toll on her knee. But now she has to have her knee in a knee-brace and use crutches for two weeks. The ER doctor wrote her a doctor's note for her to give the production team explaining that she couldn’t do any running, stunts or any other strenuous movements that require her on her feet for long periods of time. 

Beto drove her to the hotel where Jack was staying. Her family flew back to California after she begged them to. They wanted to go to the ER with her and see what the doctors had to say but she started crying again. They took the hint and went home. 

Dressed in only his hoodie, Miriam mindlessly scrolled through twitter while she waited for Jack. She was trending, but not for what she thought she was. Apparently In the Heights won the grammy for best soundtrack, making her a grammy winner. A lot of people praised her singing. Other people pointed out she was crying so they assumed she was just being emotional until someone posted a video of her at the ER. Which grannerd more praise for her because she kept going. 

She exited out of the bird app and went on Instagram. She pulled up several pictures and videos from when she was a kid and saw the Broadway production to when she was in the Oakland production of ‘In the Heights’ to when she filmed the movie to recently when she was rehearsing for the Oscars and Grammys. She wrote a long and sappy caption about how it was an honor to be a part of the musical. She also thanked Karen Olivo for being such an inspiration. 

“Miriam?” Jack called her when he arrived at his suite. 

 After the ceremony, he went on a group dinner with his family friends and some of his team members. He was gonna ditch the dinner and go to the hospital, but Miriam made him go to the dinner.

“I’m in here.” she yelled from the bedroom. 

He walked in and handed her a to-go bag. Mede texted him to make sure Miriam ate because she hadn’t eaten since lunch, so he brought her back some pasta. 

“I asked them to make the meat sauce with Italian sausage.” he said, watching her look into the bag.

“I don’t want Italian sausage. I want some Kentuckian sausage.” Miriam said, reaching to undo his pants.

“Miriam, we’re not fucking.” he said, pushing her hands away.

“Why?” she began to pout. 

“You’re injured.” Jack said, undressing and changing into sweats. 

"I'm fine."

"We're not fucking in your condition, Miriam"

“I’m pretty tired. How about we go to bed with you inside me?” she blinked her eyes innocently at him.

“Fine but if you move, imma make you sleep on the couch.” he warned her.

Miriam gasped and touched her chest. “You’re gonna make me sleep there in my condition.”

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How do you think the Lost Boys would handle technology if they reach 2000s? Like cameras -- would they get caught sooner because of it? Or cellphones -- would they even have one? Would they even be able to use it/charge it if they did?

(Assuming that vampires in this universe specifically don't appear in mirrors or film because of silver being used in the production of both...)

I think, once the digital age is alive and well and suddenly they can appear on camera, it's going to be a love-hate relationship.

On one hand, Santa Carla has one hell of a security camera sabotage scheme going on. Every time a new camera is installed, its cord is either sliced clean through or the lens is spray-painted black, and no one is ever seen doing it! Eventually, the shopkeepers learn that outside cameras are just not viable in this town, so they leave the damaged ones up as deterrents for the tourists and only keep functioning ones pointed directly at their cashiers.

Cellphones, at least at first, are a novelty. The boys have telepathy, who needs a phone? But occasionally Paul and Marko get ahold of two phones and play around, calling each other back and forth, telling stupid jokes, or pretending to be important businessmen until the batteries run out and they toss them like trash.

When GPS gets introduced to cellphones, Max gets a little nervous about them. (He has always got the latest model, but only keeps it with him between work and home.) He worries that tracking the phones will make it easier for police to find bodies or evidence. So now the Boys are told, "No mucking around with cellphones, especially the ones you pick up off victims. In fact, destroy them immediately and toss them in the sea."

Now, I have no doubt that these rascals have Max-flavored Demand Avoidance, and suddenly cellphones are a forbidden fruit. David may insist on tossing victims' phones, but now Paul, Marko, and even Dwayne are lifting phones off people on the boardwalk.

The first time they realize they can order pizza delivery to just about anywhere is a revelation. They get a blood bag delivered, the pizza they ordered for free, any other pizza that may be in his car, and all the cash that he's received that night. Max loses his mind when he finds out.

But THEN, camera phones become widespread, and suddenly they can take photos and record videos of each other. Even David can't resist this. So there are photos of Paul jumping off cliffs, and Marko records the pigeons cooing and strutting and David is checking his hair, and there are photos of Dwayne modeling his new jacket...but they still don't have electricity, so eventually the phones die, but these they keep. Like an old archive, there's a cellphone graveyard in the cave that they can't really use, but can't bring themselves to get rid of. Maybe on occasion, they pull one or two out and find a public outlet in a diner or something to charge them. The service has long been canceled, so they can't call or text, but the photos are still there.

I remember back when I had an old Nokia phone, I had a bejeweled trial on it, but my parents didn't even pay for texts, much less games. So I just played that bejeweled trial over and over, anytime I got bored. I can see Dwayne or David fucking around on the games, even the trials when they're standing by their bikes, having a smoke, waiting for the other two to return.

The availability of porn steeply increases the local cellphone theft rates.

When MP3 players become widespread that's an entirely new revelation. Suddenly they don't need all these tapes and CDs, or this bulky CD player. It's just this neat little device that fits into their pockets. Suddenly the need to keep a device charged is stronger than their short attention spans. Sure they keep the boombox around for the cave, but the personal players are so useful. Now when David's in a mood and they can't use the stereo, they can go to their little corners and still jam. When someone is feeling broody, they can take their player and go for a walk (or a flight). This may prompt them to work out a generator setup with outlets in the cave. Or maybe they just include a stop by some public outlets in their nightly activities.

I don't think computers or laptops will really hold their interest too much. They may enjoy grabbing one at the library every now and then to look something up or add music to their players, but otherwise, that just seems like a waste of time. I think portability is the name of the game for their technology usage.

Kindles and eReaders though, I think that's going to be a hit with David and/or Dwayne. They keep books in the cave, they may even prefer to read physical books, but there's probably some difficulty keeping them from molding in the wet sea air and getting damaged from repeat readings. Plus the eReaders can fit just so many books into such a tiny space. (The image of David reading on a tablet in his wheelchair is just so vivid for me, rn.)

But also consider: some types of touch screens having difficulty picking up on their touch, lmao

#Oh wow this was kind of long winded #my bad yall #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #headcanon #Ask Atama Anything #text post

[dees-writing-corner]

stressed

pairing: yeosang x reader

genre: fluff; roommates to lovers au

word count: 1125

main masterlist

It's been a long day. Scratch that. It’s been a very long and tiring week. From editing in the studio to decorating the café, nothing seemed to go smoothly. Everyone could see how worn out I was, yet none of them offered to help or ask how I was holding up with the sudden increase in workload. No. They just asked how the people around me were holding up or that I should help them out or keep an eye on them. And honestly? It was exhausting. 

Walking into the lift, all I could think about was to go home, take a shower and sit in bed with a book in hand and a cup of tea beside me. 

Though it seemed that the universe had other plans for me. 

The moment I stepped foot into the flat, I was greeted by the sound of laughter from the living room. Making my way over, two figures were sat on the sofa, chatting away, yet neither of them was my flat mate, Yeosang.  

"Hey, you're home early today." 

Turning my head to the kitchen entrance, I saw Yeosang coming out with bottles of soda in hand for his friends. 

"Yeah, got everything done early." With a weak smile, I looked over at the two on the sofa. "Got friends over?" 

Sitting himself down, "Yeah, I didn't know you were gonna come back early. Probably should've texted." 

"That would've been nice, yes, If I had known you had friends over, I would've walked in looking less like a zombie." 

Yeosang turned slightly, looking me down, "Yeah, you don't look too good. Are you gonna head straight to bed or eat with us first? We ordered some pizza." 

Nodding my head towards the corridor, "I'm gonna head to bed." 

Waving goodbye, I quickly made my way towards the bedroom, quickly removing my clothes and throwing them into the hamper. 

Stepping into the shower, I let my mind go blank as the hot water rolled down my tense muscles and down the drain. Quickly doing my routine, I walked out of the bathroom and collapsed straight into bed, turning off all of the lights except for those above the bed.

Lying down, however, seemed to make my brain more awake, though that may also be due to finally seeing Yeosang after a week. Even though we live in the same flat, due to my increased workload, I left before he woke up and got back in after he went to bed. 

Now, why would Yeosang be on my mind? I like him. And I have done since Wooyoung introduced him to me three years ago when I was looking for a flat mate. It was a well-known fact within our group of friends that I liked him, they all found out one way or another, though Yeosang seemed to be oblivious of it. 

Sitting up, I reached for my phone. 

Hearing a knock, I looked up to see Yeosang carefully walking in with a mug of tea in hand.  

"Here you go." 

He placed the mug in my hands before crawling next to me. 

Taking a sip, I looked at him with a weak smile, "Thank you." 

We just sat in silence as I sipped on the tea.  

Finishing off the tea, I set the mug down on the night stand. 

"Wanna talk about your week?" 

Shaking my head, I leaned into him, "Not really. I won't be able to hold back my tears if I start." 

Yeosang pulled me into him, "Then don't. Just because we've hardly seen each other this week doesn't mean I can't tell how much all of this is affecting you." 

"I'm tired. So bloody tired. Nothing's been going smoothly and the people who are supposed to help are making it worse. Which, in turn, gives me more work. I've also got people coming to me telling me to help them and check up on them. I do. I really do. But they're supposed to help me make my work easier, not the other way round. They seem to forget that I'm also human. That I also feel tired. That, sometimes, I'd want to be cared about. I just, I can't." 

Burying my face into his chest as tears fell, I could feel his arm tighten around me as the other one reached for the back of my head. 

"Shh," I could feel his lips on my forehead. "I know you're stressed, yeah? But just remember that I'm here. You can always talk to me. I'll always help you. I'll always be here. And I don't plan on leaving until you get tired of me." 

I let out a small chuckle at the last part. Sniffling I looked up at him, "I'll never get tired of you." 

With a gentle smile, he reached for my face, wiping away the tears, "Good, because I don't think I'd live." 

What? 

I blinked a few times, eyes scanning his features. His eyes were gentle and a small smile pulled at his lips. 

"What?" 

He reached up, pushing some of my hair back, "I said, I don't think I'd be able to live. Without you." 

Okay, I'm pretty sure all the stress and lack of sleep has gone to my brain, because there's no way Yeosang just said that. 

"Why?" 

My voice was small, unsure. 

"Because I like you." 

"You do?" 

He let out a small giggle, "I do." 

Reaching a hand to hold the side of his face, I gently traced the birthmark by the side of his eye. 

"I like you too." 

He grinned at me, "Yeah?" 

"Yeah." 

He carefully pulled my face towards his, placing a few light pecks on my lips. 

A blush spread across my cheeks as I buried my head into the crook of his neck. 

I could feel his chest vibrating as he laughed, "Come on, let's get some sleep." 

Pulling me down with him, he reached over to turn the lights off. 

I cuddled into him, sleep taking over me within seconds. 

"I KNEW IT! San-ah what did I say this morning?" 

Groaning, I buried my head into Yeosang's chest as he pulled me closer to him. 

"Wooyoung. Shut up." 

With the two bickering at the door, I felt kisses being peppered on the side of my head. 

"Morning." 

Pulling back slightly, I mumbled, "Morning love." 

Fully opening my eyes, I looked to San and Wooyoung, "Could you two wait in the living room?" 

Wooyoung nodded, "Hurry up, I wanna know how it happened." 

Hearing a soft click, I looked at Yeosang, "It's gonna be a long day isn't it." 

"With Wooyoung? Yes." 

Smiling, I leaned down and kissed him, "Come on, let's go entertain the demon child." 

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #kang yeosang #ateez yeosang #yeosang #yeosang x reader #roommates to lovers #roommates au #yeosang imagine #ateez imagine #ateez oneshot #yeosang oneshot #ateez au

[gemini-sensei]

(Unedited) (fem!reader) (@sensei-venus)

I'm just imagining Reader pacing in the little home she's just moved into with Eli and Demetri. She's nervous. She's a bit nauseous. There's a plastic stick in her hands telling her she's pregnant and she doesn't know what to do. Her minds reeling, her hearts racing. She runs to the bathroom to puke.

The morning sickness was what tipped her off to begin with and now that she knows why she's been sick, she can't expect it to just go away.

But now she has this whole other delimma to figure out: how's she going to tell her fiances?

She turns that little stick over in her hands a thousand times before she gets an idea. She goes out to buy some things, getting lost in the baby section of the store because there's so much there that she didn't realize they'll eventually need. Then she learns she's spent too much time at the store and rushes to get home so she can set everything up before Eli and Dem get home.

She's so nervous as she gets everything cleaned up and ready, setting all the stuff she bought out and making it all pretty. By the time she's done, she's too tired and cook and orders pizzas for everyone. But she can't sit down yet because she gets the text that they're almost home, so she goes to pretty herself up a bit; fixes her hair, smoothes out her clothes, smiles at her belly as she touches it, knowing their little baby is in there. She hopes they're as happy as she is-

Then she hears the door opening and hurries out to greet them. She hugs them and gives kisses, trying to act normal. It's not as easy, but she manages to not raise suspicion. They ask her what's for dinner and she tells them she just ordered pizzas to make things easy for the night. They know she wasn't feeling well, so they don't question it and only ask if she's feeling better.

"Yep, a lot better, really. In fact, I went out and got you two a surprise. It's set up in the living room if you wanna go get it."

They look at each other, smile, and start heading that way. When they get in there, this is what they find:

(Found the picture on pinterest if anyone was wondering.)

Eli and Demetri read the letter board and pick up the little signs, looking them over in disbelief. Eli thinks he's dreaming while Demetri’s brain has just shut down. Reader is standing to the side watching them, waiting with baited breath as she searches their faces for a reaction.

Eli looks up at her first and asks, "are you serious?" His voice is almost a whisper and raspy as Hell, almost too scared to say anything because what if he wakes up?

Demetri looks at her to see her answer and she nods with a cute, hopeful smile.

"Yeah... I'm pregnant."

They rush to her and hug her, kissing all over her face and telling her repeatedly how much they love her. Eli takes her face into his hands and kisses her fully, mumbling against his lips how happy he is. Demetri is hugging them both so close, still processing everything but overjoyed.

Demetri then falls to his knees and takes Reader by the hips. He pulls her in, lift her shirt, and kisses her soft belly. It's pudgy and dips against his lips, but he doesn't care. He knows behind her rolls, their little baby is gonna grow.

Then the doorbell rings and the guys fumble over each other to answer it so Reader doesn't have to. They retrieve the pizza and take it to their little humble dinner table. She follows them with a giggle at their beaming smiles, laughing when she realizes Demetri is still clutching one of the pictures she bought for the baby's room.

They celebrate with pizza and by gushing about how excited they all are, and maybe even a little bit of sex later on...

#poly binary boyfriends #poly eli and demetri #pregnacy #pregnant reader #demetri alexopoulos x chubby reader #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #demetri alexopoulos x reader #eli moskowitz x reader #demetri alexopoulos #eli hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #domestic fluff #domestic headcanons #gemini sensei

[omghispook]

The Restaurant in FNaF 4 is Freddy's

Despite everything, I believe that the restaurant in FNaF 4 is not Fredbear's Family Diner, but is Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

Let's begin with the first obvious question: why?!

This image helpfully demonstrates the similarities between not only Happiest Day and FNaF 4, but also Follow Me.

We have a screen with a show stage. To the right, a screen with two tables. To the right of that, a screen with a door to the right, and another door forward leading us to the safe room, where we'll find William Afton and Spring Bonnie.

That's very specific and I find it hard to believe to be a coincidence. The FNaF 1 restaurant and the FNaF 4 restaurant are at the very least the same building.

Yes, there are differences, but those differences don't contradict the similarities, and they're a lot more forgivable if you consider that the FNaF 4 restaurant was trying to parallel both Happiest Day and Follow Me and arguably even Stage 01, and it couldn't look exactly like all three at once because each of those had differences, too.

The most compelling difference, I'd say, is the fact that the door to the very right is a bathroom in Follow Me, but is an exit in FNaF 4. However, the FNaF 1 building has no exit in FNaF 1 or 3, so if Scott were to depict someone entering this building, which I do believe he's done in FNaF 4, then he'd have to invent an exit.

The Breaker Room map also appears to contradict this, showing the restaurant next to the FNaF 4 house as only a rectangle, no bigger than the elevator Eggs Benedict rides down on... yeah, the scale's pretty messed up here.

My personal interpretation of the Breaker Room map is that it's very incompletely and very imprecisely reminding us of FNaF 4, but even if you take it hyper-literally, there's a good case that the gray parts of the map haven't been updated since 1983, since there's still a dot in the Bite Victim's bedroom on the left. This would be before any major changes to the building. Alternatively, it's only showing a part of the restaurant, not the full scope of it, just like with the houses.

The second obvious question remains: where's Freddy? If this is Freddy Fazbear's, then where's Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy? The restaurant is absolutely covered floor to ceiling in Fredbear's image.

And yes. It is.

Remember to smile, you are the face of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

That quote is at the end of every single tape in FNaF 3, and it is specifically directed at employees dressing up as Fredbear and Spring Bonnie. At the time that the FNaF 3 tapes were recorded, Fredbear and Spring Bonnie were the face of Freddy's.

It's right there in the TV show: Fredbear & Friends. Fredbear is the frontlining character at this point in Fazbear history.

Because although we never see Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy animatronics in this restaurant in FNaF 4, we do see the characters show up in the masks and the plushies that can presumably be purchased at the restaurant right next to the house of the kids that own them, as opposed to them being from some other restaurant further away and not seen in that game.

Next, what about the Fredbear's hat teaser?

Actually trying to make the letters fit just ends up messy. The "ER" being two of the last letters in "pizzERia" is a stretch, but the text needs to be stretched in order for anything to fit.

It's a super weird teaser image, because the immediate obvious answer upon first looking at it is "Oh, it says Fredbear's Family Diner," because that ends in ER, so then if the intention is that you line the letters up, and you confirm that it is, in fact, FFD, then what's the puzzle, even? Just an extra step of work? Why would Scott put that black shadow over a part of the word if it doesn't obscure the obvious and correct answer?

Even if I believed that the FNaF 4 restaurant was Fredbear's, I'd still be perplexed by this teaser image for a number of reasons, so it's not a very convincing argument.

Plus, the hat being property of Fredbear's Family Diner doesn't necessarily mean that the FNaF 4 restaurant is Fredbear's. There's a number of theories wherein Fredbear is moved from restaurant to restaurant and this could be referencing that.

One might bring up the possibility that the building is the same in FNaF 1 and FNaF 4, but that it was Fredbear's during FNaF 4, and later changed to Freddy's before closing down.

Which brings me to my next point: the MCI.

As I established in my last post about when the MCI happened, I firmly believe that the Bite Victim witnessed the MCI.

And if he did, he witnessed it at the restaurant he frequently visits, based on the line "Don't you remember what you saw?" being uttered when the Bite Victim fails to leave that specific restaurant. What he saw was not at another location.

We already know from FNaF 1's newspapers -- the Rosetta Stone of the FNaF lore -- that the MCI happened at Freddy's, so if the Bite Victim saw it at the FNaF 4 restaurant, said restaurant is Freddy's.

But it goes deeper.

It's been well-established that the murders happened in the safe room, as FNaF 3 introduced those rooms to be the perfect place that Afton could murder kids and not be caught by surveillance footage, and that's where the kids get their revenge, yadda yadda yadda.

So if the bodies were never found because the kids were in the safe room, and they only exited the safe room once they were inside the animatronics, then the Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy animatronics all had to be inside the safe room. Unless William dragged them there himself, why would those animatronics have been in the safe room, unless the MCI happened at a Freddy's where the Fredbear animatronics were currently taking over?

That's FNaF 3's reason for establishing that Fredbear is the face of the company during the tapes.

I'll leave you with one final thought:

Perhaps one of the key differences with Fredbear and the rest of the MCI animatronics is that the others were in the safe room, but Fredbear was in Parts & Service, when a child was stuffed into it.

#fnaf #fnaf theory #fnaf theories #fnaf 4 #fnaf 4 theories #michael afton #fnaf cassidy #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's lore #freddy fazbear's pizza #fredbear's family diner #missing children fnaf #missing children incident

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Shy!Phil (2) Masterlist

part one

First Date/Last Night (ao3) - DryCereal

Summary: Suddenly he wants to lay all his cards on the table, and see which ones Phil picks up.

Give Me A Spark, I'll Give You Explosions (ao3) - cafephan

Summary: Phil is quiet and shy, silently pining. Dan is loud and flirty, and doesn’t care about labels. House parties and nail polish occur.

Here’s Hoping - adayinthelifeofphan

Summary: Phil starts at a new high school and Dan is Mr. Popular and he pretends to hate Phil while he secretly likes him.

Introverted Love - alienphan-blog

Summary: Phil is a shy, introverted teenager, with a fairly cynical outlook on everyone and everything. With his parents taking on new jobs, the Lester family are forced to move away from their home town and Phil to be thrown into a completely new environment: Boarding school. Dan Howell, having attended this school for quite some time, enjoys being alone in the comfort of his room and is thrown off when he has to share his dorm with the shy new student, Phil. How will events turn out?

losing inhibitions (ao3) - cadensaurus 

Summary: So they're at a party and Dan gets it into his head to have a little fun and Phil's the shyer of them but not once you get a bit of alcohol into his system

Love Actually - fiction-phan

Summary: Dan and Phil are stand-ins for movies and meet during scenes that involve nakedness and sex simulation. On set, they become friends and fall for each other. In real life, both of them are painfully shy and struggle to ask each other out.

paint me in trust (ill be your best friend) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil is clumsy and shy, Dan is much nicer than Phil thinks, and both of them are too awkward for their own good.

Patterns (ao3) - gravityplant

Summary: In which the university student Dan moves into his first apartment, completely alone in the world for the first time. The lack of friends he compensates with overworking. But then there's suddenly Phil. Charming, shy Phil, with the most childish smile Dan's ever witnessed. Suddenly nothing's ever the same.

Shy Kitty (ao3) - notebookofdreams

Summary: Dan’s a neko. Phil’s an introvert who’s addicted to coffee.

Take Me Out Instead (ao3) - amazinghiatus

Summary: Phil is a cute pizza boy, so dan keeps ordering pizza because he’s embarrassingly shy.

The Bassist (ao3) - Star4545

Summary: Phil is the shy bassist in Dan's favorite band.

The Hunter and The Hunted by phanmuffins

Summary: Phil is a shy, nerd at school who is constantly bullyed by Dan Howell. After a turn of events Dan starts writing notes to Phil and texting him. It is just a joke of does Dan really like Phil.

The Story Of Us (fanfiction.net) - strawberry4life

Summary: Phil, a quiet, shy 17-year-old boy. Meet Dan, a more outgoing, social 17-year-old boy. What these two boys don't realize is that once they meet... their whole lives will be changed forever...

This Is For You - waverlysangels

Summary: Shy!Phil buys a Christmas present for his neighbour, Dan

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phan #phanfic #shy #shy!phil #shy!phil masterlist

[f1-birb]

14 for Mick/Lando <3

Tweaked this slightly to send me a ship and I'II tell you:

1. Which one is the better cook

Mick. Lando can cook very basic things, like fried egg on toast, a pizza in the oven, those packet rices that take two minutes in the microwave, but Mick is much happier in the kitchen and while he's no chef, he can whip up some nice meals for meal prepping since they both work shifts

2. What their love letters look like

Lando's very blunt, he doesn't wax poetry but he is very free and open with "love you" and "miss you" and he often sends Mick pictures or memes that he thinks he'll like or just because he was thinking about Mick when he saw it

Mick's a little more eloquent, his texts tend to be longer and a bit more flowery, but the underlying point is much the same as Lando's - "I love you", "saw this and thought of you", "can't wait to see you once you're off your shift" - they both definitely lean more towards actions over words

3. What they do on date night

It's difficult for them to properly plan date nights, they both work weird shift patterns and either could be called in on short notice, so they try to keep on top of schedules as much as possible so when the stars align and they both have time off at the same time they can do something. They like activities and they're very competitive, so things like bowling or mini-golf or go-karting are fun for them. They're both also just as happy stopping in and ordering in food, making a cozy blanket nest and snuggling while watching a movie

4. How many kids they'll have

Lando's an only child and Mick's one of two, so they agree that if they have kids they'd like at least two, but Mick would like three

5. How they decorated their bedroom

They don't live together yet, but Lando's at Mick's more nights than not when he's not on shift, so hints of Lando have definitely made their way into Mick's spaces. Mick has a fairly neutral room, soft grey walls and carpet, and a not quite navy feature in an alcove. The curtains are navy and so is the bedding, and the rest of the furniture (bedside tables, wardrobe, chest of drawers) is a darker grey. The wardrobe has a full length mirror as one of the doors, and Mick has some shelves up to hold books and knickknacks. He cleared some spaces for Lando's things both on the shelves and in drawers/the wardrobe, but his favourite thing is how Lando without fail lines up their slippers next to one another in front of the wardrobe

6. Which one is the worse driver

Neither of them are bad drivers but both will argue that they're better

7. What they argue about

it's either extremely serious discussions or bickering over the stupidest of things. They had a very serious conversation about perceived reckless behaviour on the job (on several occasions this has had to happen, for both of them) but they've also had arguments over video games, household chores and one time Lando was incredibly offended over the way Mick chose to eat his KitKat

8. Which one swears more

Lando, it's an unfortunate effect of practically growing up at the station. Mick rarely swears because he gets a disappointed look from Seb, he only does on occasion, like when he's really angry or upset

9. What their first impression was of each other

The first time they meet, Lando's just been given some heavy duty painkillers that take a while to kick in. Mick thinks Lando is cute but the main focus is doing his job and taking Lando's statement. Once that's done, and the meds kick in, he thinks Lando's attempts at flirting are incredibly endearing

Lando thinks Mick's very attractive but he knows and hopes that the meds don't take away his brain to mouth filter once they kick in. Again, initially everything is very professional, and then the statement is done and noted down and the meds loosen the grip he has on not saying something dumb

10. What they do for their anniversary

Mick surprises Lando with a trip away, it's nothing fancy since he knows Lando doesn't like too much fuss, so he books them into a little cottage by the seaside with some nice coastal walks and pubs, ice cream places and some activities they'd do as date night. He also makes sure the cottage has a garden and he's delighted to find they also have a hammock

Lando surprises Mick with a present which they'd agreed they weren't doing, but while they're sitting on the beach watching the sunset, he gives Mick a chain that has a little disk with the station number on it. It matches the one they all wear, and Mick could cry when Lando says it's because Mick will always have a place with them, and it means Lando will always try to come back, because the station is home and now so is Mick

11. What nicknames they call each other

Lando will call him Mick, Mickolas, babe or shnuckums to be annoying

Mick calls Lando Lan, baby, schatz and on occasion when talking about Lando to their friends 'my feral little gremlin'

12. What they would change about each other

Sappy as it sounds, they really wouldn't change much at all. Lando is still longing for the day Mick just snaps and goes off at an asshole instead of somehow managing to be polite all the time, and Mick wishes Lando could be a little less self-critical

I've taken a couple out (one purely because it was too sad to think about) and I've done this as firehouse au, hope that's okay 😅

#send me a ship #firehouse au #mickdo #mick/lando #lainersson #birb speaks

[trains-of-thought]

The Super Mario Bros Movie, Constructive Critique 2

Disclaimer: I am a ridiculously passionate fan of the Super Mario franchise. I'm happy that the movie was so successful and well-received by a majority of fans. I realize that many people at Nintendo and Illumination worked hard to make this film a reality, and I would never want to bash their work. However, I think it's important to acknowledge flaws, and identify room for improvement, hence this, and following posts.

Scene 2: Meet the Brothers (and Spike) at Punch-Out Pizzeria

Strengths:

References and Visuals: Any Nintendo fan would want to visit this restaurant. The atmosphere screams gaming nostalgia and captures what anyone could picture as a downtown, local pizza joint perfectly.

Mario Bros. Plumbing Commercial: This goes along with the reference point above but it was too good not to highlight alone. How can you not smile watching and listening to that commercial? Talk about a revive done right! One thing in particular I liked that the writers(?) did was set the commercial as the brothers introduction. It had us guessing at first: wait, did Chris Pratt and Charlie Day do stereotypical Italian voices after all? But when the commercial ends, and we're brought to the real world, we immediately realize this isn't the case. A nice surprise there.

Charles Martinet cameo: Everyone had their opinions on Chris Pratt and Charlie Days' Mario and Luigi voices but when you think about it, the one opinion that really matters in Martinet's. He's THE voice of them both, the man that gave the characters life. If he's giving a thumbs up, that's all the approval I think we fans need.

Brotherly Love: This is another element the movie consistently got right. Sure we know the brothers have a strong relationship from games, the old TV show, etc, but their interactions throughout this movie REALLY highlight how close they are and how much they care about each other. The physical interactions/gestures in particular are what I like: hugging as they're watching the commercial air, all excited and in each other's faces giddily talking about it, Mario protecting Luigi (i.e. sticking his hand out behind him to keep his little brother away as Spike stands up), hugging, shaking each other, and freaking out when they get their first customer (I could go on and on here). Some character relationships/dynamics fell a bit flat, but that was never the case with the bros.

Brother's Reactions to their first customer: It's genuine and full of enthusiasm/nervousness and everything I'd expect from new entrepreneurs.

Shortcomings and/or unanswered questions:

Why are the brothers watching their commercial air (for what I'm assuming is the first time based on their excitement and the conversation they have at dinner) alone in the pizzeria? The dinner scene clearly shows their close with their family (they literally still live with their parents). It just seems like a moment to share with loved ones to me.

Spike asks the brothers if they've gotten a call about their company, to which Luigi replies (after looking at his phone, holding it up, and showing off a notification) that they have. Their mom, who said x, to which Luigi responded with y. In the two second transition between the brothers freaking out over their commercial and starting to converse with Spike, how did Luigi have time to not only listen to the message but call and/or text back?

Why does no one in the restaurant acknowledge that an altercation is happening between Mario and Spike or when the brothers are literally screaming about getting their first customer? I realize that the "it's New York, people are used to that kind of stuff" idea exists, but the beginning of the next scene has a pedestrian turning reacting to the plumbing van not starting. It's not consistent, and if anything a reaction to a physical alternation would be more likely.

Spike orders a whole pizza, eats one slice, and just leaves. Almost every TV show/movie does this but nine times out of ten it isn't realistic.

While it's great the brother's got their first customer, how exactly are they supposed to know where to go since Luigi didn't ask and based off the length of the phone call, the customers didn't have time to share their address?

I am open to feedback and welcome PRODUCTIVE conversation from fellow fans. I realize I’m not a perfect person and that there could be things I missed that might offer clarity on some of these points. If so, let me know (politely please).

(Note: Image property of Nintendo and Illumination Entertainment)

#super mario #super mario bros movie #nintendo #luigi #mario and luigi #constructive criticism #no hate please #i want nothing but the best for my favorite characters #illumination entertainment

[intothegenshinworld]

Tofu Anon:

Funny story.

So, I was thinking about Mama Tofu as usual. She doesn’t enjoy a lot of opulence, but I’m sure the acolytes would insist on some sort of grandeur. It’s only appropriate to do so. Thus, I think they’d settle on a mini-mansion with enough attendants to help around the house. Mama Tofu likes taking care of others, so she wouldn’t allow anyone to do all of the work in her household hence why I cannot escape chores even in SAGAU-

But in the odd chance that she isn’t feeling like cooking, and none of the servants are available, takeout is the next best option. Then, the real Mama Tofu texted me saying she ordered pizza for free.

Yum.

I am SO late to this. Askbox is very full rn so I looked over it :(( As always Mama Tofu is so wholesome!! I really love these asks XDD

Mama Tofu is the kindest God Teyvat has ever seen.

From owning and living in seven giant palaces (one in every nation), to a simple home somewhere away from the busy city. Mama Tofu takes care of Teyvat in her own style.

Servants run around the manor daily. They're tasked with doing chores in and out of the house, and as they do, Mama Tofu always seems to scold them for working too hard. The servants honestly don't mind (it's their job) but their Creator insists on helping them out.

Something the servants noticed is that Mama Tofu likes to cook. She offers a plate to the servants each evening, and Mama Tofu had to replace the dining table with something bigger.

The atmosphere is always bright when food is served by Mama Tofu.

After a while, Mama Tofu, the mini-Creator, and the servants fall into a routine. When outside acolytes come to visit, they're quick to notice the casual way the servants speak to their Creator and how their Creator starts to treat them like family.

You wouldn't want to miss the faces of the Archons when they realize Mama Tofu has grown more fond of commoners than her Archons.

The Archons might have to try their luck with the mini-Creator when it comes to getting the Creator's blessings

Random scenario: Imagine getting an order to deliver food and you're at a normal house but suddenly the Creator opens the door and the mini-Creator is behind and you're tipped with more than you got from your job for working a week long?????

#Tofu Anon #✨Shiro; interactions – Tofu Anon

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Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

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⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

Take a Taste: with Mcdonald's McCrispy Hamonado Sandwich (with my Paperdolls) [Dec 31, 2022]

Hello! It’s time for another “Take a Taste”! The series is about delicious food with my two paper dolls. And today, I’m reviewing another Mcdo item menu! The "McCrispy Hamonado Sandwich" 🍔... Huh, that's something, but, is it worth my appetite? 🤔 Let's find out.

If you haven't seen my previous Mickey D's review, then please [CLICK ME!].

So, without further ado, let's get started:

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• My paper dolls were curious about what the so-called "McCrispy Hamonado Sandwich" looked like. Let's not waste our time, I'm so hungry, and let the unwrapping begin! 🙂

By the way, shout out to my big bro for ordering us at Mickey D's via delivery.

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• Mmmmm... Interesting. Also, please ignore the look because of the delivery. What do you think? Their response, it looks like a regular sandwich. But, they want to deep down, what's in it between the buns? 🤔 Let's find out...

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• Removing the top bun, you can see their weak veggie toppings & dressing. 👎 However, the chicken patty nails it (sort of). 👌And finally, I could see... A slice of ham with maple glazed syrup? Huh, that explains it, right you two? What do you think? They say, "let's give it a try!" You're right, one bite won't hurt...🙂

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• Here's my first bite of the "McCrispy Hamonado Sandwich", and the result was... Ruined. 😕 It's like a female crispy chicken patty married to an unexpected male fiesta ham. And a month later, they're starting to argue with each other. Or putting a pineapple chunk on our cheesy melt fiesta ham pizza, and ruining it. But, I digress. That sums up my experience as another Mickey D's meal, and not the good kind. Hey, you two. Want a bite? Panini's response was "No thanks", whereas Chowder's response was "Would I?". Go ahead, please. He took a bite, and he unexpectedly tasted it. 😕

Overall:

• A chicken sandwich with a slice of fiesta ham & maple glazed syrup is nothing more than a concept stage. Honestly, this is worst than a slice of pineapple slapped onto cheeseburger (that's actually pretty good though), or maybe the "Hula Burger" in the 60s.🤢 Does anyone out there trying to get bites on the "McCrispy Hamonado Sandwich"? Not. 😒👎 The ala carte price of ₱ 122 ($2) is more like ₱ 62 ($1). Thank goodness, I didn't include drink & their world-famous fries. But, if I choose the main burger along with two aforementioned add-ons, then the McSpicy sandwich (or any of their best-selling premium McBurgers at Mcdo PH) is worth my buck than the utterly failed ham & crispy chicken sandwich (that nobody asked for). Should I recommend the McCrispy Hamonado Sandwich? Nah, only curiosity... 🤷😐

Well, that’s all for now, If you haven’t seen my previous episodes, then I’ll provide some links down below.↓😉

Take a Taste: • Popeyes U.S. Spicy Chicken Sandwich [Dec 6, 2021]

• Jollibee Chick'nwich & Crisscut Fries [Dec 21, 2021]: Part 1 [CLICK ME! #1], Part 2 [CLICK ME! #2]

• Mini Stop Chicken Fillet XL Sandwich [Feb 7, 2022]

• Minute Burger Cheese Burger(s) [Mar 1, 2022]

• Pepper Lunch Teriyaki Beef Pepper Rice w/ Egg (& Honey Brown Sauce) [Mar 5, 2022]

• Bacsilog’s Sulit Combo Bacon-Tocino & Samgyup Day’s Pork Herbs [Mar 12, 2022]

• Burger King Whopper w/ Sides & Drink [May 6, 2022]

• Marshmello’s Limited Edition Coca-Cola Zero [Aug 26, 2022]

• Cheesy Burger McDo with Lettuce & Tomatoes Meal [Recorded: Sept 16, 2022]

• Mcdonald’s PH McSpicy & Apple Pie (featuring their World Famous Fries) [Nov 14, 2022]